#but i know im going to be a husk of a human being during the holidays lol.. i will be so exhausted

[erikatsu]

The Abyss, Celestia, & Khaenri'ah's Truth

the khaenri'ah enthusiast is back with another theory! this one is definitely my favorite and honestly i'll be disappointed if im wrong :,) but anyway.

cw: in game lore, speculation, building off other theories as well. all sources will be linked or shown through pictures so i can paraphrase. pls take this with a grain of salt

The Abyss came first, then Celestia (who has kept this secret buried and struck down others who knew), and Khaenri'ah reached this truth. They waged war against those beyond the sky, not the "gods" of Celestia themselves.

And before you say, "but Celestia was confirmed to be first", it was hypothesized by Nahida, but never confirmed.

To start off this theory, we have to go back to the ancient civilization, Sal Vindagnyr.

Sal Vindagnyr was formerly Dragonspine before it was covered in snow, and they lived in harmony with Celestia and "the White Tree" (which we can infer is/was a branch of Irminsul). The princess of this civilization had been blessed with the power to forsee the future, and saw that one day a great black dragon would come and that he would fill their land with a scarlet poison. But this vision would not come to light until thousands of years later during the Cataclysm that destroyed Khaenri'ah.

This dragon was Durin, who's bones are still on the mountain– hence the name "Dragonspine".

Through the Wings of Concealing Snow, we learn that the people challenged Celestia, and in return they dropped a nail and shrouded the city in snow and darkness. The nail then split into pieces, and one of them destroyed the tree. But the nail splitting didn't just destroy, it cause the tree and the ley lines to wither. The kingdom's scribe, and the outsider who vowed to help the kingdom both have some interesting things to say in the items they have left behind.

With the knowledge we can get from Dragonspine and Dainsleif, it's to be speculated that Khaenri'ah used to be Sal Vindagnyr.

Imunlaukr, the outsider says: "You who dwell in the Heavens, you must wish for naught but to watch our ashen suffering here below. In that case, let me help you pass the time with a song of iron and blood" (Snow-Tombed Starsliver Greatsword)

Dainsleif about the Field Tillers:

Ukko, the scribe, notes: "I've heard of people who are building a new nation without gods. Perhaps they will have the power to stand against this world" (Scribe Box). Ukko also cursed the gods, which you can find in the lore as well.

Sal or Salr means "hall" or "room", Vindr means "wind" + agnir means "husk/shell" in Old Norse, (Khaenri'ah is inspired by Nordic/Gaelic cultures).

Khaenri'ah is also Arabic for "Wind betrayers/Traitor of the Wind"

But how did they end up underground, and how could they betray Barbatos if he had yet to come into being? The answer is simple, really. And it can be found in the Byakuyakoku Collection. Enkanomiya, Sal Vindagnyr, The Chasm Ruins, and Remuria (Fontaine) were all once apart of the same ancient civilization– led by the Primordial One and it's Four Shining Shades– that was forced underground during the war with the Second Who Came. The nail splitting on Sal Vindagnyr and destroying the tree could have been the start of that war.

The people underground did not know who emerged victorious in the war, but believed it was the Primordial One and three of the four Shades, who left them behind. They claim only one Shade did not forsake them, and her name is Istaroth, the Goddess of Wind and Time.

We also know Istaroth used to be worshipped in Mondstadt thanks to the statues at the nameless island and at the Thousand Winds Temple.

The Byakuyakoku Collection was forbidden. Orobashi paid a price for its knowledge so his people would not have to. The truth it holds had been lost. The people were not allowed to return to the surface but why, if the Primordial One loved them and humanity, wouldn't they allow them to come back? Surely, since they knew it was in the world's creation, they were okay with knowing this truth...

Why would the Heavens want to conceal this war and the truth that Celestia is not of this world when it had once been common knowledge? Why was only Istaroth left? Why were they abandoned by their God? Perhaps, the Primordial One did not win the war.

The Primordial One was once described as having "wings and a crown" along with "hatching from an egg".

Believed to be Phanes. In Egyptian Mythology, Phanes was in fact described this way + also having serpent features, and their name means "Bringer of Light"

The people of Byakuyakoku worshiped the "imaginary" Ouroboros (the serpent eating its own tail) and then an actual serpent, Orobashi. Dainsleif's constellation is also Ouroboros, and Khaenri'ah's knights were the Black Serpents.

Serpents, Wind, and Egyptian ties link both Enka and Khaenri'ah. This reddit thread points out a very good connection to the Sumerian name for Khaenri'ah and to Wind.

Zurvan is a Persian God of Time, who was associated with the Axis Mundi (the center of the world). The Legend of the Shattered Halberd talks about Irmin, a divine halberd who pierced the Axis Mundi and connected the worlds. Irmin is also the name of Khaenri'ah's king.

Interesting to think about since we know that even though Khaenri'ah is not in Teyvat, they had easy access to assist Sumeru when monsters of the Abyss began to flood them thanks to their research facility in the desert (which was said to have connected realms).

So, what about The Abyss? How does it fit in? Just like the Heavenly Principles, The Abyss is described as an entity. And this entity is heavily reflects Christianity/Catholicism. And what is the Primordial one, of not the Progenitor God?

Just as God had four powerful archangels, the Primordial One had four Shining Shades. Raphel is said to represent air (Istaroth), Michael -> Fire, Gabriel -> Water, Uriel -> Earth.

Tack that onto the fact the "truth" and knowledge from the Abyss is toxic in Teyvat (i.e. eleazar, withering, driving others to madness) and that Celestia refused to let Byakuyakoku come back to the surface? The truth is: Celestia is the Second Who Came, and The Abyss was the Primordial One, and I think Khaenri'ah was very much aware of this fact, or at the very least, on the right path.

Their fight was not with Celestia, and they knew to search Enkanomiya for the Sun and Moon Book before Orobashi brought them back to the surface. Because their ancestors, like Enkanomiya/Byakuyakoku's were part of the same unified Primordial Civilization.

I believe Khaenri'ah went after this information to wage war with "the forces beyond the sky", and even though they tried to keep their fighting within their own walls, the monsters of the Abyss still broke free. The ruin golems were manned by people who were helping Sumeru battle the monsters, and most of them died. They allowed refugees into their land. The Pari speak highly of the Dahri and the "masked blonde swordsman" who helped fight the abyssal breach in the sky. Several have claimed Khaenri'ah's reputation was smeared.

So why, would all of Khaenri'ah be cursed? Perhaps because they knew the truth, because they stepped into a war between two entities that they had no part of, or because of their experiments with Khemia and Abyss power?

To be fair, Rhinedottir created several beings with Abyssal ties through Khemia, and while Durin and Elynas (<- speculation on her) seemed to be pure-hearted, they were destructive and unaware of that until later on. And we know successful creations like Durin and Albedo took time. Meaning she had gotten away with this for quite some time. Why not strike them down sooner, like when she first created the rift hounds? Why let it progress?

EDIT: i do also think it's plausible that these creations of Rhinedottir's were not dangerous until leaving Khaenri'ah, seeing as abyssal power is toxic to Teyvat + Durin and Elynas were both very childlike and not aware of their own destructive actions until after they died.

This is merely speculation on my behalf, but what if Khaenri'ah has always been fighting off monsters of the Abyss and these creations of Rhine's were her way of fighting fire with fire? Until war was waged and eventually reached Teyvat's surface. The more Rhine experimented, the more she learned -> the worse her creations got. With her role to play in the Hexenzirkel as well, which focuses heavily on exploring Irminsul, she could have found the truth of the world and shared it with others in Khaenri'ah.

The true Khaenri'ahn's were cursed with immortality— possibly with the sole purpose of them eventually eroding and prevent their memory from returning to the leylines. Perhaps being afflicted with immortality also triggers erosion quicker, as they're simply humans without any divine attachment. Speaking of leylines, they're all connected to Irminsul which grows upside down and underground (as stated by Tighnari). Its very possible that it grows from the Abyss.

The scribe from Sal Vindagnyr wished for "The frosty skies to burn till there's no living soul left in the world". The war with the Second did start the world anew. They have known the harshness of the gods. They wished the nation with no god would have the power to stand against them.

If the sky is fake, why not Celestia or everything we thought we knew about them? If the best running theory right now is that Teyvat is an inverted world, could that not also apply to how the world works?

After all, the Archons and Gods are named after Ars Goetia demons (which there are seven princes in lore, but their names come from knights and dukes as well– minus the tsaritsa but that's leak territory). And the history of the princes starts with this:

"In ancient times, the Seven Princes were once believed to be the Gods that once created humanity, and as a result were worshiped by them. When Judeo-Christian Regime began those "Gods" had been demonized, by genocide committing Judeo/Christians who were attempting to cut the world of from spiritual knowledge. In actuality, these demons were fallen angels that rebelled alongside Lucifer, the angel that defied God which caused the War in Heaven. After their fall from grace, each of the beings were twisted and transformed into hideous abominations. After the War of Heaven, the imprisoned fallen angels decided they needed a form of ruling government in their new plane of existence. Some vied for power, but undoubtedly, the ruler of Hell at the time was the leader of the fallen angels, the charismatic Morning Star, Lucifer. Courageous and strong, he made others bow before him through persuasion, bribery, or intimidation."

#genshin theory #genshin impact theory

[glimmer-gremlin]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How Do you Do Fellow Cultists?

I made a uquiz to find out what your main Principle would be if you were a character in the cultsim world >> https://uquiz.com/8wxELS <<

blease enjoy

81 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#4

tryna act normal during an enlightenment ascension

94 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#3

So I just found out that there’s been some confusion between the Genderqueer flag, and the old UK suffragette flag that’s been co-opted by TERFs. Rather than give up our nice flag to the people who want us silenced and dead, I figured I’d offer up a temporary solution :)

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257 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#2

Hiii ok so!!! Folks!!! When people were saying Don't Interact With Corporate Accounts because they will try to emulate tumblr culture

⬇️ This Is The Sort Of Posts They Were Telling You Not To Interact With ⬇️

This blog started posting in june of this year and 100% of their posts are totally straight-laced ads for switch games and promotions. Almost all posts are complete flops with under 10 notes with a handful getting up to maybe 200 notes. This post that mentions bowser's hot balls is the only one to break past that (for obvious reasons). Most of the notes on this one are people being reasonably incredulous "is this a parody account??" "they knew what they were doing" etc. I get it, but Don't Do That.

They are testing the waters and trying to figure out how to get ads past your adblockers. When you reblog a post like this for any reason, they succeed at doing this to every one of your followers.

Do Not Engage Means: Do Not Fucking Engage!

1,254 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

If I can get tooth-rottingly sincere for a second? TERFs and radfems are destined to lose in the end. A movement centered on hating others- especially a demographic that is and always has been present in every culture and group throughout history, and always will be- is utterly unsustainable. It is forced to prey on the vulnerable in order to recruit, and that kind of hatred just... weighs on you, colours your perceptions and makes you unable to engage with the world in a healthy way, drains you until you’re just an empty husk. If every trans person were wiped off the face of the earth today and every mention of us redacted from all history, there would still be kids born tomorrow who look at their assigned gender and go ‘hm. don’t like that’ and do something different. They would find people just like themselves and we would persist. I have no idea what the world is going to look like when I am long gone, but I know for certain that there will be trans people in it, just as there will be gays and lesbians, there will be bisexuals, aces, aros, nonbinary folk and EVERY infinitesimal point within the queer spectrum, because its simply not possible to expunge us from the world without eradicating all of humanity. That’s the thought that keeps me going, you know? Even leaving aside gender stuff- the urge to self-create and self-express, and the urge to love ourselves and love each other- it’s woven into our very natures! No matter what happens, that light can’t be snuffed out. Thank you for your time, and stay hydrated.

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[marahuyos]

"My ideals have no stains.

I must correct you. People here bear no sins in the eyes of the gods... Only laws and the Tribunal can judge someone.

They can judge even me. So praise my magnificence and purity."

In which the s/o of the ToT cast is the Hydro archon. (Part 1)

*:･ﾟ✧ YEET im back with a big piece this time! my mind has been juggling whether to make the mc a demon lawyer (may not be influenced by lucifer) or some other supernatural being but i ultimately decided on being the hydro archon bc continuity win?

anyway, obviously my views and personification of the hydro archon is based off of my point of view. it’s alright if you disagree with them, these are my hcs!

gn!reader

tw: genshin impact lore (guesswork of the hydro archon), luke story spoilers, reader has specified eye color, ghosting (luke), gun violence

The Age of Gods is over as deemed by a collective agreement amongst the archons. The Statues of the Seven have laid to rest with erosion, husks of old visions gone and shattered, and the age of humanity soon began to prosper. With the advancement of human technology, it was only fair that humans should be allowed to forge their own path, without the influence of the gods.

Sure, while the memories of Khaenri'ah are still fresh, a certain blonde traveler soon emptied the plains of Celestia had put a stop on their eternity and let humans choose how history will go.

Still, that didn't mean that the archons are obsolete. Some still walk Teyv-the Earth, disguised to be a part of human civilization and mingled with mortals, forgoing their old ways to be in touch with the earth.

You, on the other hand, were a thousand years too late to change. Stagnancy in waters is dangerous for somebody like you and yet you stuck to your ideals that the one true ideals is yours. If Mora-Zhongli stated that erosion will be the downfall of archons, then yours will be still waters infested with pests. In spite of all of this, you attempt to flush out the stagnant waters in hopes that you were able to change...

✧ MC/Rosa

• She'd be the last to know that you were an archon, even if she's read the history of archons way back when. You'd think that she would spot the ways that set you apart from others such as:         - The way you carry yourself as if you are the truth.         - How your eyes, so deep and blue like the ocean back at Nosta, seemed to churn with the deep ends of the sea when something or someone tests your ideals.         - How you seem to stick to your ideals so much as if they are the only things that mattered.

• She definitely knew it wasn't a case of ego or something amiss with you. You were perfectly healthy yet none of those things registered in her mind. Not even when during a heavy rainstorm, when she was still stuck inside the office building because of the downpour, that you showed up. The umbrella you had didn't stop the rain but if Rosa inspected closer, the water seemed to bounce back against your clothes as if you were repelling the rain.

• Yes. She's truly that dense.

• To be honest. Something major has to happen that it slaps Rosa in the face that she has an archon as a significant other. Such as, lets say, a trip to Nosta as an ongoing investigation. Another one of those obnoxious treasure hunters had began to scam her. Rosa can hold her ground well but not when the man's "magical treasure rod" suddenly becomes a weapon when he lost the debate.

• While she did take self-defense classes, she couldn't prepare herself for the assault. Without thinking, she shut her eyes and raised her arms to protect her head. But no pain followed through. Slowly, she opened her eyes and what she saw honestly wished she hadn’t done so-

• Seeing, at least she thinks, water shooting out from behind her as it wrapped around the assailant’s limbs and neck as he attempts to gasp for air. He dropped the fishing rod, hands clawing at the water tendrils but ultimately being in vain as they merely parted against the pressured torrent.

• She couldn’t move, at least, not until you appeared behind the man, hand outstretched as if your fingers were choking an invisible neck. Her breath stifled in her throat when she sees your hypnotic blue eyes turn into a ruthless deluge. If she hadn’t known any better, it looked like you were dead-set on killing the poor man.

• Having found control of herself again, she hurried to your side, hands clinging on your outstretched arm as she pried it down as hard as she could. “Please, stop! You’re gonna kill him!”

• You didn’t relent, fingers flexing harder as the man lets out a weak wheeze. “He attempted to hurt you. That’s enough to warrant a punishment such as this.”

• And then everything made sense; your weird affinity to water, how you carry yourself, this pride and ego that you so meticulously protect. Everything that transpired throughout your relationship flashed into her mind like a film and she had to kick herself for not noticing sooner.

• She said your name sternly. “Stop this. Or should I refer to you as the Hydro archon?”

• Your eyes widened, the deluge calming down as the muscles on your hand slackened. The water that was holding the man immediately disappeared, rendering him wet and a heaving mess. You sighed sharply through your nose, turning to Rosa. Her green eyes reminded you of the times you shared with the old Dendro Archon and you had to remember that this was the inevitability of an archon’s journey. They were no more, and you are the one left standing to try and salvage what was left of your ideals. If not for Rosa being there for you, being so supportive and nurturing as if she was a tree providing you shade, surely, you would’ve succumbed to stagnation.

• “I shouldn’t have kept it from you.” You said softly, eyes softening. “I meant to tell it to you here but... when that man tried to hit you I--”

• She gently took your hand that once choked the man to death. Your flinch was near imperceptible if not for the way Rosa clutched it gently as if it were a prized pearl. “I understand. I’m still in shock though... And hurt how you couldn’t trust me with something as big as this. But I’m sure you have your reasons and I respect them wholly.”

• Your eyes widened at her before sighing and bringing her closer for a hug. When she was close, Rosa could smell the sun and dewy forest smell on you because of the time you two spent searching for clues in the island. But underneath that earthy scent is the undeniable scent of the ocean; salty, with a hint of perfume that she bought for you and she had to suppress a giggle. Even if you were an all-powerful archon, you were still wrapped around her finger.

• “C’mon.” She said, moving her head so that she can see your blue eyes. “I’m sure the others will have a field day when we share the news. It’s not everyday my lover is an archon, right?”

✧ Luke Pearce

• The fourth suspect of you before Rosa. He has an inkling you were more than meets the eye but he ultimately throws that suspicion away because he trusts you wholly.

• But he keeps tabs on you without your knowledge. He knows its bad but can you blame him when he sees that you keep disappearing from him in certain intervals? He counts the certain number of days you were gone and he realizes that you leave him in a certain pattern. Your excuses vary but he ultimately deduces that you were seeing something or someone.

• The last one made his spine tingle with fear. Surely you weren’t, were you? Well, yes and no.

• You were seeing someone, just not in the way that Luke had assumed. As the old Hydro archon, you had multitudes of followers believing that your ideals were to be kept on a pedestal. Nothing would dare try to ruin them and as such, this egoistic mindset is what drove people into believing you were a vain god. While you couldn’t refute the claims that your ideals are as pure as snow, you knew how people has taken their idea of justice as their own. What was once a grand following towards the pure and ideal Hydro archon was now reduced to a measly cult full of people trying to find lost treasures of the archon.

• In the coastlines of Nosta, you and other “followers” of the ideology of the Hydro archon scattered inside a cave to find treasures pertaining to them. You weren’t particularly fond of physical remembrances, save for your rapier that history paired you with, so they were just finding something that never existed.

• It was clear that they were getting antsy, one of them kicking down rocks and kicking up water due to frustration. There were a total of 4 strangers hoping to witness a sliver of the Hydro archon’s ideology and judging from their labored breaths, it was clear they had been tricked.

• You had anticipated this, them turning on you for giving them hope that a treasure should be here. You merely crossed your arms and stated: “I merely stated there were remnants of the Hydro archon’s possessions here. I made no mention of your so-called ‘treasures’.”

• Feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end, you uncrossed your arms, feet spread apart as you regarded the hostiles. They cornered you, each brandishing their own weapon in which you were sure were illegal with this being a part of Pax. You were going to lecture Marius once you get out of here. Before brandishing your sword, a gunshot rang out, and one of the assailants dropped down on the cavern floor.

• Looking at the mouth of the cavern, your eyes widened at the sight of Luke holding the pistol that Marius provided. You didn’t even need to look at the others to see that they were ready to kill Luke. He was too far and the guns were already raised and you didn’t trust him to dodge three people holding bullets.

• You didn’t do this, not ever since the last time the Traveler had desecrated your ideals, but the reality and environment around you collapsed. The domain you created was yours and yours alone, the pink lotus flowers swayed gently on the streams as all of the streams seemed to connect to you. This was something you picked up when you fought Ei a while back-after all, if she could stay there for eternity, you made this domain for your ideals to thrive.

• The bullets never fired, the assailants gasping and screaming at the scenery change. Without hesitation, you trapped them with your waters, the cage trapping them down as the lotus flowers floated away from the force. You turned to Luke, who looked just as flabbergasted as the assailants as you sucked in a breath. This was inevitable.

• Walking on water as the lotus flowers parted for you, you stood in front of Luke as you regarded him. “I know this isn’t what you were expecting.”

• He gulped, the hand gripping his gun turning a pale white as his eyes darted from your glowing eyes and glowing hair. “N-No kidding...”

• “I should’ve explained it to you sooner.” You said, voice echoing across your domain. “But I haven’t found the means to. And when I heard there were followers of-of mine coming here, I had to act quickly.”

• “So that’s why you came here...” He said softly. He pocketed his gun, knowing that there wasn’t any threat, and looked at you. You being an archon was way way off of his guesses. He took pride in solving cases and you were his favorite one (even though that sounds so wrong, he thinks to himself). As he looks at you, he can finally see the otherworldly aspects of you besides the glowing hair. How you stood as if you were above everyone else but saw him eye-to-eye, how you carried yourself helping investigations, your cold stare towards people you dislike (but they always warmed up when you were with him). Looking at your oceanic eyes, he can practically see the nervousness in them.

• He sighed out softly. “Well, it’s not like you haven’t changed at all, right? Why don’t you let us out of here and I’ll call Marius for illegal firearms? Besides, I’m curious on what being an archon is all like!”

#tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #tot #tot rosa #rosa imagines #rosa x reader #luke pearce #luke pearce x reader #luke pearce imagines #mara.works #genshin impact #hooooo fuck yeah finally this is done ive been putting this off for weeks

[star-sailor-tales]

Sometimes, there are no legends to guide us.

Nothing to tell us of the danger that is coming, nor how to deal with the threat.

They came quietly.

Giant, opaque insect like beings that descended from the sky, like spirits or a thick fog. With their breath, they stole ours, leaving us empty husks, nothing but withers and ashes that were lost in the wind.

We didn't stand a chance, and once night fell, so did humanity. Most of it.

Some of us managed to hang on by hiding underground, or travelling during clear days, when the sun was bright. The wisps, as I called them, seemed to hate the light, burned by it, and so, travelled with storms and darkness. They also seemed to dislike certain kinds of electric frequency, and so, with a little bit of know-how, you could make a electric fence perimeter .

I did that to my warehouse, deep in the ruins of a city whos name had been forgotten. It was tightly locked up, any windows or holes either boarded up or welded shut entirely.

My mother told me stories about humanity, our songs and cultures. She told me stories of great heros, like of the people who had walked on the moon.

I didnt trust the moon anymore. Reminded me of the wisps.

Either way, my mother passed about five years ago, when I was just twelve. It was a stormy night, and the wind had blown open a gash in the wall. My mother stuck me in a locker, and told me to stay as quiet as I could. As the wisps came through the opening, she drew their attention and led them away. There were so many, and I was so afraid that I must have fainted, cause I awoke the next moring, and she was gone. I made a small grave for her, and visit it on every sunny day.

However, Im not the only one in the city, far from it. Well, I guess, compared to other places.

See, there is a school with a underground bunker, made during a... cold war? One day, I was approached by an older gentlemen, by the name of Hephaestus, though he told me to call him Henry. Henry is around 60 years old, and its a miracle he is still around, though, not one us brave enough to tell him that.

I digress.

He was a teacher and invited me to attend his classes that he held for a few other teenagers. At first I was hesitant. My mother always told me that just because there are monsters out there, doesnt mean that other people can't still be a threat.

That only lasted a few days. I was lonely and hadn't had any real interaction with people other then my mother and the odd stranger we came across.

A year later, and every bright day, I would go to his classes. History, basic math and science, how to grow crops and surprisingly, how to hunt and track wild animals.

But the most important thing he taught us, was how to control our powers.

See, ever since those... things, came down, humans have inherited these odd powers. Everyones is different, but everyone has one. No explanation, no reason. Dylan, my classmate, thinks that the wisps came from another dimension, and that when it opened, we were given powers so as to protect ourselves.

I still dont quiet know what mine is. And I find it difficult to explain it. See, I was born somewhat mute. I can make small noises and whistle, but thats about it. Because of that, they call me "Mumble". Obviously thats not my name, but part of me wants to keep that a secret. Something that only me and my mother know.

Anyway, I tell you all this because I hope that someone can carry on my story. I dont know what will become of it, or how it will be warped, but maybe it can help you survive in this husk of a world.

Chapter 1 end

#the remainders #chapter one #the adventures of humans in space #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are space oddities

[werewolves-and-witches]

Ok so can u explain how magic works in your universe? im kinda curious. Oh! And i guess werewolf stuff too, since Markus and Zonta are the main focuses

Ok witches/magic users first!

basically there's three kinds of magic in this universe: Dark Magic, Normal (which can have a variety of different specifications, Zonta is friends with another witch who works with forest magic), and Light magic. Dark magic is frowned upon because it can be dangerous, but it's inherently less harmful that Light magic, so it's not illegal. Both Light and Dark can turn a person into something called a Husk, essentially a being made of magic that takes the appearance of their original human forms. The Dark Husks tend to look like zombies or ghosts, while the Light Husks tend to have an ethereal appearance that slowly turned terrifying with age. Magic hunters, magic users on a quest for power, tend to go after Dark Husks cuz they're relatively common, it's very easy to perform magic and have a mishap happen. They use spells to drain the magic until the Husk completely vanishes.

Light Husks are far more rare because Light magic is technically illegal due to it's high risk. It takes a few tries with Dark magic to turn into a husk, but with Light magic, one time is pretty much all it takes unless you have a very specific skill requirement set up. There are currently only seven Light husks in existence, and they are worshipped by the Light Cult, a group of people who view these Husks as gods. The Light Husks are kept in anti-magic chambers to keep them from basically destroying the universe, hence why they have a huge cult following them.

Zonta specifically dabbles in Dark Magic, to the point where it can be considered dangerous, hence why when she was 18 she created a spell to protect her from turning into a Husk. Every now and then a magic user will come around who has an enormous amount of magic ability, and it can keep them from turning into a Husk. Zonta and one other person I haven't introduced yet are a couple of people who can use these skills without worry.

Familiars are all immortal, and usually when their magic user dies, they go back to a kind of primordial soup thing until a new magic user comes in to their powers, where they then go to the user and take on the first animal form they think of. In Zonta's case, her familiar is a brown cat she named Snickers. He's very cynical and wary about her Dark magic use, because he's seen his past users die and turn into husks, but he can't really do much to stop her.

NOW FOR WEREWOLVES:

Werewolves are born with a gene in them that activates when they turn 12-13 years old, when that happens, an older werewolf will ask if they wish to turn. If they say yes, they receive a mark from the older werewolf's claws, which causes the ability to shift. Werewolves are not exactly well-liked, as there are plenty of horror stories where werewolves went rogue and attacked innocent civilians, causing unease whenever someone clearly had signs of lycanthropy. Because of this, werewolves use two names; one for their human form, and one for their werewolf form.

Markus is a special case, he was changed against his will. Because of this, he represses his negative emotions to the point of almost having a Jekyll/Hyde personality, with Fenrir being his repressed emotions and the result of his trauma. He's gonna go further into what happened to him in one of the things I write later, but if you want to know what happened you can find it on my self insert blog, I've talked about it before on there.

It's inherited, as well. Markus' mom is a werewolf, and his younger twin brothers have the gene, but they haven't been turned.

Usually the way you can tell someone is a werewolf is if they have an unusual hair color that matches their eyes, Markus has dark violet eyes and hair, his mom has dark green eyes and hair, etc., and if they have a scar of some sort. The normal scarring is supposed to be a crescent moon shape on a body part that can be covered to signify werewolves association with the moon, but Markus has four long scratch marks on his torso.

During full moons, werewolves turn into something called a Full Wolf, a giant wolf like creature that's a little bigger than a horse. They tend to be a little more feral, and are the main cause as to why people are afraid of werewolves. They can keep their control in this form, but it's a lot harder because this is their more feral side and they can't control shifting into this form. The rest of the time, they turn into a wolfish looking being at any time they want.

#ask #ooc #worldbuilding #long post

[mousehole5000]

 tgcf lb the second. chapters 7-13

love that we’re getting fu yao and nan feng described as “two little pretty boys” amazing and completely as expected also everything theyve done is 10000% funnier now

The military officials heard their impromptu, slapstick live comedy and couldn’t help but smile. The dissatisfaction in their hearts had dissipated a lot, and they felt a bit more closer to the other three. This resulted in the sedan chair becoming much more stable. - tbh it is often true that if you make people laugh they are more likely to like you in my experience. to be fair what xie lian did was funny theyre a funny trio

okay time for some creatures and beings. base slaves do sound terrifying no thank you i do not like hordes. remind me a bit of husks from mass effect and those were the worst so. also xie lian wielder of silk ribbons i like it

im very :eyes: at fu yao and nan feng rn. i think theres more going on with them..... i have suspicions but we’ll see

well goodbye butterfly boy who crushes skulls and spiritual arrays and sick boots and taught me what a vambrace is. im guessing we shall meet again i have the strangest feeling that ive heard about you

In fact, all of the dead people in this room wore wedding garments while smiling even in death. - grim!!! spooky!!!

The moment he finished saying that, he pinched that corpse’s face twice. The youngster only felt that the skin beneath his hands felt smooth like tofu, making people’s hearts feel itchy.  - eww!!!! also dont feel up the corpse buddy wtf. also everyone leave little ying alone

Drip, drop. Drip, drop. This created the frightening scene of a forest filled with corpses as blood rained down from above. even more grim!! - happy halloween kids

When he heard Fu Yao’s explanation, Xie Lian thought in his heart, ‘This name was truly unnecessary. If it was a ‘Devastation’, then it was a ‘Devastation’. If it wasn’t, then it wasn’t. Just like how there were only the phrases, ‘ascended’ and ‘haven’t ascended yet’. There were no such things as ‘near ascending’ or ‘approaching ascending’. On the contrary, adding on a ‘near’ word made people feel awkward. - nevermind the deaths, xie lian needs to make some points about semantics. it has nothing to do with the situation at hand and i love it

QI RONG IVE HEARD ABOUT YOU FROM MY MUTUALS!!! terrified

Who knew how many times he had already said that phrase tonight. Every time something happened, Xie Lian would have to say it at least thirty to forty times. However, there would always be people who turned a deaf ear to his warnings. He felt truly quite helpless. - not sure if this is be xie lian is dressed up as a bride or if its just his bad luck. or if its bc thats just how people are. either way i feel you buddy

“Excuse me for this.” Xie Lian grabbed a hand from each bride before placing them on each other’s necks. The two brides suddenly touched something and were very surprised. Since they couldn’t see anything, they began to fiercely destroy each other. - xie lian stop being funny fjlkajdfs;kasj also right after this he goes into his street performer spiel upon being applauded. amazing

the visual of this fight with the villagers inside the ruoye loop and all the brides is pretty sick. also xi lian on the spirit phone to ling wen while the villagers cheer is very funny

heteronormativity obfuscates another mystery... but also a possessive jealous bride walking on her knees... thats quite a figure!! and tbh it is interesting that everyone assumed that the ghost was a bridegroom who didnt want to see happy couples and not a bride who didnt want to see happy couples. congrats xie lian for thinking

bruh she ripped his skull out and it screamed

i mean the indiscriminate killing of innocent women is bad but other than that im on her side tbh fuck this general pei guy

ow wtf i just cried a little bit. xie lian’s reassurance to little ying... her response.... wtf ;_;

As for the matter between General Pei and Xuan Ji, unless one was directly involved, it was better not to comment on who was right or wrong. He could only pity those seventeen innocent brides, the military officials and drivers who had escorted them. It truly was an unexpected disaster.  - valid. still sympathetic to her tho i just am

human face plague..... bruh. okay might have to alternate between reading this and watching hannibal not sure i wanna do those together

He really wanted to hang a sign on his back saying, ‘Ascension is not as good as collecting scraps’ and promote it in the mortal world.  - this lb is officially just funny xie lian moments now

The meaning behind his words were basically, the female ghost Xuan Ji causing trouble could not be blamed on General Pei, because she originally did not have the ability to cause it. If they wanted to pin the blame on someone, then they should pin it on Green Ghost Qi Rong, for it was him who took in Xuan Ji and gave her the ability to harm people. - told you. i was right to blame the men

i have indeed seen the donghua trailer so my suspicions that butterfly boy was indeed hua cheng being confirmed are just like. yep. exactly as expected.

i read the second half of chapter 12 on my phone so i didnt get any quotes but hua cheng rise to infamy funny. xie lian listening to it all and just going “hehe silver butterflies pretty” is also funny

i forgot that xie lian was in debt but im glad he paid it off good for him be free

After a while, Ling Wen really couldn’t stand it anymore and privately told him, “Your Highness ah, the things you send in the spirit communication array are all very good, however, I’m afraid that even a Heavenly Official a few hundred years older than you wouldn’t send them.” - fakhlsdfjakl; ling wen really told xie lian he was facebook grandparent posting in the spirit communication array

Since he couldn’t fix this, then it was still better to just forget about it. Xie Lian gave up on this issue, and as a result, stopped being gloomy as well. - you know what i respect that attitude i really do. xie lian said well ill just get over it and he did. i need to do this with twitter

However, this kind of problem didn’t exist for Xie Lian. With the curse upon him, he was no different compared to mortals, and thus could eat everything. And because he was a seasoned veteran of a hundred battles, no matter what he ate, he wouldn’t die. Whether it was a steamed bun that had been lying around for a month, or pastries that already sprouted some green mold, he would definitely be fine after eating those things. Since he had a constitution like this that defied the heavens, he actually got by alright during the period he collected scraps. - im sorry i know i keep saying it but xie lian is so funny i love him fjasdlfsdjfadksl literally king of eating garbage i love him so much

okay more hua cheng lore next time. and this interloper in the cart... ok

#mouse mumbles #tgcf liveblog #honestly so far everythings just really funny #except the gruesome bit and the bit where i cried #but i really do like xie lian a lot

[animemangasoul]

You Have A Home With Me

Summery: Tim takes in a meta human kid and tries to keep him a secret from the rest of the batfamily until his team gets back. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped. And with an entire criminal empire after the kid, it's all Tim can do to keep it all under wraps and away from the media's attention.

Characters: Tim Drake, Batfamily, Young Justice

Chapter: 4/?

Tim doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but he wakes up to a sharp ringtone piercing through the air. He startles. Eyes flying open as he almost stumbles off the sofa, where he’d apparently fallen asleep without knowing. “What the,” he mutters, yawning loudly and sluggishly pulling himself back on his feet. ‘Did I set up an alarm?’ But no, that ringtone.... It was his phone and-- “Shit!” He exclaims, practically throwing himself over the coffee table to snatch up the ringing object. “Hello,” he says, voice catching due to his dry throat. “Who-”

“Tim.”

A single word.  

He blinks, now wide awake. “Bruce?”

“Where are you. The meeting is about to start.”

“What?” Shit shit shit. Stretching out his arm to look at the time, he pales. Fuck.

“T...m... im- Tim...Tim.”

“Yes, yes I’m here Bruce. Sorry.”

“You have less than thirty minutes to get here kid. Be thankful you don’t live far away to make that a problem.”

“I-” Tim gulped, reaching out to hastily scoop up his paperwork and lick his lips. He knew a Bruce scolding tone when he heard it and it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it. If he hadn’t fallen asleep like an amateur. He wouldn’t have had.... Fuck. “Sorry Bruce,” he said. “I’ll be there in fifteen. I promise. I’ll just take my car and-”

“No need.”

His blood ran cold. Bruce couldn’t... he wouldn’t-- Tim wasn’t even late! Dick had been late plenty of time and sure Tim was the CEO and should be more responsible but he’d been so freaking tired lately and he had a kid now—Well, not a kid kid but a kid he was currently taking care of and he’d over slept butthathardlymeanthewasn’tqualified---

“Tim Tim. Can you hear me? Did you catch what I said?”

Tim couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe and his chest hurt, and it was all kinds of messed up in his head right now, but he forced himself to. Taking a big gulp of air, he tried to steady his beating heart before pressing his phone against his ear again and humming softly. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you Bruce.”

“Good,” his father said, an edge of frustration in his tone. “Dick is coming to get you. He’ll be there in ten. Be ready.”

Dick.... What?

“What? Dick? What do you mean Bruce?”

A heavy sigh. Tim winced. He didn’t want to annoy the man but--

“Dick volunteered to come get you and he’s already on his way. It will cut your time short so hurry up and get dressed.” Bruce doesn’t say anything else, just hangs up and leaves Tim staring befuddled down at his phone.  

He only remains confused for a second though, because the minute Bruce’s words fully dawn on him, pure horror runs down his spine. Because Matt!

“Shit shit shit,” he hisses, finally turning around to look at the sofa. “Matt, kiddo I-”

He isn’t there.  

The kid isn’t there. Tim almost chokes. “Matt! Kid, where are you?” The sofa is empty. His discarded suit jacked the only thing indicating that someone had been sleeping under it. Frantically he paces the length of the room. Looking at every nook and cranny as a mild sense of panic slowly creeps in to squeeze at his heart.

Maybe he’d run away? Maybe he was out there fighting for his life after a bad mugging? Maybe M.E.T had found him or they called him threatening to kill--- Wait wait how would they even know his number, no no, shaking his head, Tim runs a shaking hand through his hair and tries to take a deep breath.  

There must be a logical explanation for this. ‘Stop panicking Tim,’ he silently berates himself. ‘You’re a bat. Act like it.’  

Something had woken the kid up, either somewhere during the night or---

His eyes widen. The phone call! If it had woken him up than surely.... Taking three giant steps forward, he leans down to rest his hand on the empty spot and yes, it’s still warm. Sighing in pure relief Tim fumbles his way around the sofa and rushes to check the kitchen before jogging over to the bathroom. He’s already planning to check the bedrooms, but a soft sniffle from the locked door makes him pause.  

“Matt?”

The noise stops. Tim sighs.  

“Matt, if you’re in there kiddo I need you to open the door and let me see you.”

“No.”

Tim gapes in surprise. “What do you mean no? I need to go soon so if-”

The door suddenly flings open and it’s only thanks to his reflexes that Tim manages to dodge the hurtling wood before it bounces off his forehead.  

“Wow,” he says, arms coming up in a placating manner. “Careful kid.” But Matt is already heaving where he stands. Small hands clutching at his oversized shirt and eyes red-rimmed from what obviously had been crying. “Hey hey hey. It’s ok.” Tim says, falling down to his knees to be closer to his level. “It’s ok. I know the phone call scared you, but it was just Bruce. He’s sort of like my father,” he says, an edge of confusion in his tone even as he explains it to the kid. “It wasn’t them ok?”

“Don’t.... go.”

“What?”

A glare and the kid takes a step back and ok... Tim could fix this.  

“It’s work related,” he says slowly. “I need to go in to present this project I’ve been working on with the tech department and it’s not gonna be for long and I’ll be back before you kno--”

“Don’t go.”

Tim holds back a sad sigh. “I can’t do that kiddo. You know that. Me staying here raises all kinds of red flags and my brother will be here in a few--”

“NO!”

The sudden outburst is so startling it takes Tim a second to even process it in his mind before he can physically snap his mouth shut and stare befuddled at the blonde child in front of him, who is now crossing his arms, lower lip sticking out and glare of utter suspicion swirling in his eyes.  

“I have to.”

“No.”

“Matt-”

“No!”

“Please understand-”

“I won’t let you!”

And... Tim is so fucking tired. So so tired. He’d been up for a week trying to uncover M.E.T’S scheme before he could make the mistake of signing a long term contract with them and he’d been helping both Dick and Jason with their respective cases, coupled with the Wayne Enterprise Project and looking after the workload of his Titans teammates, he was running on empty. Burrowing energy from future weeks in fact and now Dick would be here in less than ten minutes and Matt... Matt just wouldn’t understand! He just-

“Look,” Tim mutters as gently and as softly as he can. “I need to go Matt. I promise to call and--”

“NO!” And this one is a roar. A pure, angry, furious roar and Tim snaps.

“Enough!” He’s standing before he can even think, frustration making his fists curl “Just stop being a brat for one damn second and listen to me for once!” and.... and... it’s only when he sees the wide, frightened rabbit eyes staring up at him from a too pale and bruised face that it all sinks in and his stomach drops. Oh no. “Matt I-”

He doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence before something invisible is shoving him away, hard and the door is slamming shut.  

No no no no.

He hears a whimper. A low keening sound that is so terrifyingly pained, his heart stutters to a stop.

“Matt! Matt! Kiddo, please open up. I didn’t mean to yell! Matt!”

Nothing.

He feels bile rise up his throat and dizziness overcome him. He fucked up. He really, truly fucked up and now.... What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Frustration didn’t excuse yelling at a traumatized kid. It didn’t excuse anything. So what if he was tired? Everyone was tired. It didn’t make Tim special, and now he’d probably irrevocable damaged the little trust he’d build up with the kid and oh my God. Tim was the absolute worst. No wonder Bruce didn’t take him seriously. He couldn’t even take care of one ten years old without screwing it up.  

Matt was crying damn it. Matt had been crying, Tim should have focused on that more than his own annoyance. The kid had been crying and what did Tim do? Scream at him.  

“Matt, please?”

Nothing.

He feels a silent itch building up behind his eyes and he can’t cry. Tim hadn’t cried in years. He wouldn’t show that kind of weakness. ‘The strong pray on the weak my love,’ his mom had said; cold fingers brushing away his tears with a softness that she rarely exhibited. ‘Never allow others to see your weakness. They will use it against you. Always.’

Tim swallowed. Gave himself a full thirty seconds to calm down and then stood up. Raising a fist to knock on the bathroom door but hesitating at the last second. “Matt?” Silence. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, and I promise to do better from here on out.” Silence. His shoulders slump.  

Maybe the kid just needed time. Maybe Tim could call Bruce back and ask him to let Tam take over the presentation for him. She knew the project almost as well as he did and he was sure if he sent her the details she’d somehow manage to pull off a miracle. And....

Tim had hated being left alone. He’d hated it every second of the day and not even following Batman and Robin around had filled the aching hole of abandonment in his chest. So, him more than anyone should have known... He should have known. Matt needed him and he hadn’t even listened.  

Yeah, ‘I think I’ll call Bruce and arrange something else.’ It raised a funny feeling in his stomach when he thought about what Bruce would say when he again managed to let him down, but he would make it up to the man. Take on as many projects as needed to earn back his trust. Yeah, he could do that. For Matt, he could do that.

But then, just as Tim thought he couldn’t feel any worst.

“Babybird! You in here!” He froze. “Babybird! Timbo! We came to pick you up!”

We? Tim shuffled down the hall almost in daze, slowly reconstructing his face into the blank emotionless husk he’d come to assume in front of his family. “Dick,” he acknowledged when he finally stepped into the livingroom, an artificial smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Demon spawn,” he added, smile dying down a bit. “What’s he doing here?” he asked, turning fully to face his smiling brother. “Bruce said you’ll be the one picking me up?”

“Sorry babybro,” Dick said; happily bouncing up to him but not flinging his arms around him like he used to. Tim didn’t know whether he missed the casual affection or not. But his heart stinging momentarily gave him an answer he still wasn’t ready to accept. “Dami was let out of school early so I thought why not catch two birds with one stone!”

“We would not even be here if your incompetence wasn’t inconveniencing father Drake. Perhaps I ought to take over the company sooner than expected.”

Tim looked down at him, unimpressed. Yeah, no. Tim wouldn’t be calling back Bruce anytime soon. Hell would freeze over before he let the gremlin see him struggling. Matt.... Matt would have to understand, just this once. Plus, cancelling now, while currently being faced with his brother and his demon pseudo-son, they would surely be suspicious. Tim couldn’t afford suspicion. Not when Matt’s life was on the line. He swallowed thickly. Utter guilt churning in his stomach just thinking about leaving the kid alone and distraught. But what else could he do?

“Give me a second,” he said to Dick, all but ignoring Damian. “I need to change clothes and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Dick only smiled and waved him away.  

“Anything I can do for you while we wait?”

A flat out no was on the tip of Tim’s tongue, but he paused. “Tidy up my files for me?” he asked eventually, trying not to react to the softer smile sent his way. “I’ll only be a minute.” He doesn’t listen to the tirade of insults Damian heaps at his supposed incompetence and rushes to quickly get changed before Beelzebub decides to make changes to his speech or something.

Dressed in a new suit, head combed perfectly and red business tie dangling from his neck, Tim hesitates in front of the bathroom door. One hand pressed up against the wood and teeth chewing at his lips. “I’m sorry,” he mutters against the doorframe, afraid his siblings might hear if he speaks any louder. “I’ll leave a phone outside the door and it has my number on it so call me if you need anything ok?” He pauses, hoping to hear anything from the kid, but nothing. He sighs. “Just be safe ok? I’ll try to come back as soon as possible.” Dropping the phone on the ground, he allows himself a tiny bit of hope of receiving a response, but again, silence.

With nothing else left to say, he straightens out, heavy heart lodged between his ribs and casually struts back into the livingroom. “Ready?” he asks, and Dick enthusiastic nod doesn’t do much to lift his mood.

They are out the door, down the elevator and walking to the car when Dick makes a tiny noise of exclamation before he stops and startles looking through the plastic bag he’d somehow been holding this whole time without Tim noticing. “What?” Tim asks, pausing in his hurried steps to look back at his brother and Dick makes a triumphant sound and extends a thermos and a sandwich in his direction. Tim stares at him, making the other shrug. “I thought you might have not eaten so,” he says, shaking the plastic wrapped sandwich in his direction. “I hoped you’d appreciate this. It’s your favorite,” he adds on almost as if unsure and.... sometimes, sometimes when he does stuff like this, it’s when Tim remembers why he loved him so much.  

Tilting his head, Tim smiles; it’s small but sincere this time. “Thanks Dick.” His brother only grins.

But just as Tim is about to take the God sent food out of the elder's hands, he stills.

“What?”

“Drake quit stalling we need to go!”

“Wait here,” he says, and he’s off, even before either of his siblings can talk. Pressing the elevator door impatiently and jumping in as soon as it descends.  

The minute he makes it upstairs he rushes into the kitchen; shoes and all and practically flings open the fridge. Snatching up the milk before scouring the shelfs for a bowl, and at soon as he finds it, he picks up two different cereals. Balancing his loot all the way to the still closed bathroom door, he knocks at the wood gently with his foot. “Matt,” he calls out, slightly out of breath. “I need to go now and I’m sorry about our argument and for shouting, but I’ll just leave cereals out here ok? In case you get hungry and stuff and you decide you don’t wanna leave the bathroom and... Yeah. Just... there is milk and oh shit.”

Getting back on his feet after putting the breakfast food down on the ground, he rushes back to the kitchen and opens the second drawer, riffling through it until he gets his hand on a spoon before jogging to the bathroom again. “I forgot the spoon, but I got it now, so you don’t have to drink the cereal or anything. So here.” he says, placing the spoon in the bowl and taking a step back. “I need to go now.”

No sounds come from the other side and Tim finds himself wishing that he could just stay. “Bye Matt.”  

And with those last words he leaves the silent apartment and heads to work.  

End

@miss-choco-chips , @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen anyone else who want me to tag them please let me know and thanks for reading everyone :)

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God Tim just breaks my heart. He has so many issues that raises red flags and he’s still just a kid himself and I don’t know why I make him suffer so much because of it. And fyi, being tired and exhausted and rundown is an excuse for having outburst sometimes (as long as they are not violent and you know you did wrong and try not to make that sort of behaviour a habit)

#tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #Matt #red robin #nightwing #robin #Batfamily Fanfic #batfamily #batsiblings #BatFam #batfamily fic #young justice #titans #red robin fanfic #young justice fanfic #young just us #I'm making the fic longer by the way since I don't know when it'll end #5 chapters are waaaay too short to tell the story I wanna tell #so for now #unknown numbers will do #thanks for reading everyone

[bytemycupcakes]

Got a headcanon about Al's parents (And the rest of the hotel for shits and giggles)

I initially had alot of Alastor parent hcs before he was confirmed to be mixed race, I’ll keep them a bit vague since I haven’t altered them yet.

I will go into other characters, Overall warnings for abusive/neglectful parents

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Alastor

-Alastor was always a mamas boy, she was the best thing of his relatively decent childhood.

-His father usually pretended he didn’t exist, favoring the pet dog since he didn’t want a child.

-Alastors mom was incredibly sweet, and believed that every human should learn any skill, thus taught Alastor many typically feminine chores. Sewing and cleaning are examples

-When Alastors parents died in the horrid cold of a blizzard, Alastor couldn’t stand to look at or accept his mother was gone.

-Once he was able to he burried her respectfully behind their home, while the remains of his father were left out for the forest animals until they became unrecognizable, then burried and unmarked.

-His father is in hell, his mother is hopefully in heaven, according to Alastor himself. He can’t imagine his mother would ever end up in Hell, but he didn’t know her that well, so he can’t be certain.

Angel Dust

-We all know that Angels father isn’t the best guy.

-He’s good when he wants to be, and was even incredibly doting on his wife after each child was born.

-Henroin treated Angels mom like she was a fragile piece of glass.

-The siblings dont know much about their mother, but Arackniss says she was kind, pretty, and overall the best mom ever. Sadly Henroin never talks about her, becoming quiet and prone to lashing out (more than usual) when shes brought up.

-After their mother dissapeared shortly after Angel and Molly’s birth, Henroin became incredibly protective of his kids for just a few years.

-Once Molly and Angel began developing personality, Henroin distanced and became harsher.

-He had done the same to Arackniss, and it worked on making him an obedient and cold hearted child, he wanted the same out of Angel and Molly.

-Yet that never happened.

-Angel and Molly both ended up being very happy children, Henroin seemed to soften up at Molly since she was his little girl... But Angel...

-Angel liked Molly’s things too much to be accepted.

-Henroin had no problems with having happy and hyper kids, they weren’t his favorite, but he would be able to manage two hyper twins if thats what he was stuck with. But no, of course it cant be easy for him, He’s stuck with two hyper and incredibly femine kids! And one of them is a boy!

-So he cracked down on Angel, and the stress of being a single father of three and running a mob added ontop of having a dissapointing son... He ended up lashing out at Arackniss and Molly too.

-He’s always known he was a bad father, and he apparently wanted to fix that, but he never “found the time”.

-Yet.. In hell, with all the time in the world? He still never changed.

-Really none of the siblings are surprised about that, he’s always been stubborn.

-Angels mother is in heaven

Vaggie (I have two dif hc sets for her, I’ll go with the one that lines up with older hcs of mine, if yall wanna know the other set feel free to ask)

-Vaggie doesn’t know anything about her dad. She never has, and it doesn’t bother her that much

-She was raised by her mother ever since she could remember.

-The two struggled for money often, and it just got worse when her mother ended up having her twin half brothers from a hook up.

-Of course they were excited to have more family, but that also meant more mouths to feed.

-Vaggie eventually lost cound of how many jobs her mother had, Vaggie having to take care of her little brothers whenever her mother was working.

-Despite the struggle they were happy, her brothers grew up and seemed to excel in elementary school.

-Vaggie took up whatever jobs she could get once she was able too. Her mother inststed she had no need to do such a thing, but Vaggie wanted to help as much as possible.

-Her mother was grateful, at her old age she needed to drop a few jobs for her own health. She has two young boys! She cant die on them. (Or on Vaggie, but she’s practically an adult, she can care for herself while the boys cant)

-Sadly this all spiraled and Vaggie was eventually killed during some of her more questionable work.

-Vaggies mother is still alive, as are her brothers. She mourns Vaggie every day and has a locket with Vaggies picture inside on her person at all times.

Niffty

-Niffty doesn’t remember much of her mom. Though she died when Niffty was 6, Niffty’s memory is just too bad.

-Thanks to her father.

-Niffty’s father, while generally loved by the town and her brothers, was an awful man to his wife and daughter.

-Niffty’s mom having died from the abuse, and Niffty being driven to suicide at the age of 22 from the same thing.

-He ran a small toy buisness, training his four sons to take it over when he passed.

-Toy making and buisness weren’t the only things he taught his sons. As each one was just as abusive as him.

-To their own wives, and to Niffty

-Niffty’s father was prideful, stoic, and incredibly harsh.

-Niffty has no idea where her mom could have ended up, but is pretty damn sure that her father (and brothers) ended up in Hell.

Husk

-Husk never knew his mom. He CAN become sensitive about it, but usually doesn’t mind.

-Husk adores his dad just as much as Alastor adores his mother.

-Husk was raised by a single father and casino staff.

-His father was a joyful magician and an excellent buisness man, owning his own small casino.

-He was a loving father, always scooping up Husk, doing cheesy magic tricks, and making his adored son laugh.

-But nothing can stay happy for long.

-Husks father ended up losing the casino, breaking Husks heart by doing so, but he was far more attached to his magician work.

-Even so Husks father was depressed, losing his joyful attitude and growing distant with his son.

-In only a few years after losing the casino, just months before Husk was to turn 18, Husks father became ill and died.

-Husk assumes his father ended up in Heaven, the man wasn’t perfect, but he was by no means as sinful as Husk.

-If it turned out Husks father was in hell, he’d probably be totally heartbroken, even if that meant he got to see his dad again.

Rosie (Because Im in a big Rosie mood)

-Rosie had a loving mother and a cruel father.

-Well, cruel to his family at least, otherwise he was a fairly respected man

-Rosie was the oldest of five daughters, and helped her mother raise the others.

-Her mother was rather soft spoken, and lacked confidence, something Rosie is very grateful she didn’t inheret, even if all her other sisters did.

-Rosie being the oldest was supposed to inheret her fathers fortune, but any time she tried to talk to him about it, he would dodge the topic.

-It was clear he wanted a son to inheret the name, but after five children, Rosie’s mother was in no place to have another child.

-Luckily he was able to accept that. Yet still refused to let Rosie take the family fortune, even when she tried to say her future husband will take it rather than her.

-He was a stubborn man.

-Keeping his wife and daughters in line as much as possible, it seemed Rosie’s whole family turned on her.

-Mother and sisters begging her to stop bringing up the issue, just fall in line and maybe he’ll be kind.

-Rosie refused to back down, but knowing it was a losing battle, and unable to convince her sisters or mother to be on her side, she broke into her fathers safe, stole as much cash as she could fit in her hand bag, and ran away. She chose to live her own life, rather than being a “perfect daughter” in fruitless hopes that her father would give her the family name.

-Rosie is unsure of her parents whereabouts, She assumes it’s likely both ended up in hell. Even with her mothers kind nature, she believes her passive nature would have lead her to commiting enough sins to fall.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel Alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #Hazbin Hotel Vaggie #Hazbin Hotel Husk #Hazbin Hotel Niffty #Hazbin Hotel Rosie #Hazbin Hotel Molly #Hazbin Hotel Arackniss #Hazbin Hotel Henroin #Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

[dangerous-tangerine]

SO I’ve been seeing alot of the Magnus Archives posts where people rate the entities scariness levels and I'm here to say - y’all are cowards and instead of scary levels I’m rating them via how sexy/fuckable each entity is. Ok? here we go. (I pray no one from Rusty Quill ever sees this)

The Eye: Hmmm like I guess being known ™ is very intimate, but like… other than that it’s not very spicy??? I mean I’m sorry but the baddest monster this bitch has is a grumpy nerd in a sweater vest trying to eat my trauma and sorry but that just doesn't get my gears going ya feel? 1/10

The Spiral: HMMM so like the whole “going mad thing and not knowing what's real” isn’t great for spicy sexy times ya feel…. I do like that it’s avatars have extended limbs and razor sharp fingers tho… 3/10

The Lonely: I mean… what are you gonna do? Fuck the void of loneliness? No thanks. 0/10

The End: Hey who doesn’t love a little death? Not to be goth on main but Mary Keay was kinda a milf, also murder skeletons? HOT. Visions of people's doom via thicc viscous black tendrils wrapping around them? SEXY! SIGN ME TF UP BB 9/10

The Stranger: SO this one… oh boy…. Incomprehensible monstrosities with grotesque extended limbs? Check. Things that seem human until you look just close enough? Check. A sadistic mannequin who wants my flesh? Check! Truly, this is a smorgasbord of monsters. A monster fuckers DREAM. The clowns aren’t super sexy but I hear people wanna fuck Pennywise so like I’ll throw the clowns a bone for that. Not my cup of tea personally but to each their own? Also this entity is so DRAMATIC! Knows how to party. 10/10

The Desolation: MAN now this Entity is HOT. It has wax play, temperature play, pain play AND an angry woman threatening to burn my face off. Gawd that is so sexy. There IS the threat of absolute destruction but like. That's a risk I am willing to take. 7/10

The Slaughter: Tho I think a good friendly fist fight is excellent foreplay - Usually these folks take it a taaaaddd too far. Unless dying painfully and horribly is your end goal I think it’s safe to say that this is just a messy entity and not very sexually appealing 2/10 (the two is for the fist fight)

The Vast: Idk man I don’t wanna throw up from vertigo during a shag but Micheal Crew sounds pretty mean and sexy with that lightning strike scar of his, also I hear he can really take your breath away. Ergo 4/10

The Buried: I guess if you have a smothering or constriction kink this entity is the one for you? Personally I don’t like dirt in my butt crack so 3/10

The Dark: OOOOOhhhhhhh this boy has a LOT of monsters - Shadow Creatures, a Still and Lightless Beast, that one creature with tendrils? While I do wanna know what them tendrils do, this entity's leader is a dried up, old fuck with a cult and thats not very sexy now is it! 6/10

The Corruption: While this entity really knows how to get down and dirty - Illness and worms burrowing into my skin is not my idea of a good time. -10/10

The Web: Ok… Listen… I think it’s safe to say we ALL want to be tied up and relinquish control to a skittering woman with multiple eyes and/or a large spider like creature that may or may not have the intention of turning your organs to soup and slorping them out of you leaving you an empty husk. But that’s the risk we all take for love isn’t it? Losses points for the tiny spiders tho fuck those guys 8/10

The Flesh: This is hard cuz on one hand the idea of mounds of mutated flesh is pretty gross. BUT this entity does have some choice monstrosities like Jared Hopworth and that flesh Frankenstein from the gym ep… also that ep where the dude explicitly describes what it’s like to get devoured alive by a pulsating flesh hole with teeth REALLY did things to me so 5/10.

The Hunt: OK WHERE DO I START? THE HUNTERS, THE FEELING OF BEING CHASED TO BE DEVOURED LIKE PREY, THE FEAR, THE EXHILARATION, RAW SEXUAL ADRENALINE, A BUTCH LESBIAN TURNING INTO A FUCKING WEREWOLF???? IM SORRY THIS HAS IT ALL. THIS IS THE SEXIEST ENTITY HANDS DOWN!!! 10000/10.

The Extinction: It’s the ultimate end. So. 10/10.

#the magnus archives #the magnus pod #TMA #the entities #entity rating #the magnus archives podcast #podcast #horror #monster fucker

[vyragosa]

vyra, i was so inspired & encouraged by you posting ur fanfiction!  i loved it so much!  i had written this a week or so ago, but i didn’t have the courage to figure out how to send it. 

i dont know i want to put my name to it because i dont think tonbokiri and sengo are fully in character (though i would like to grow as a writer until i can write them well), and i also dont want to spam ur blog with it, but i did write it as a kind of “thank you” for streaming mihotose the other week, and i thought that, if you have the courage to post yours, then i want to have the courage to send you this gift, even if mine isn’t all that good.  

because of its length, don’t feel pressured to post it onto your blog if you don’t want to! i don’t mind either way. it’s entirely up to you, because as far as i’m concerned, it’s your gift for you to do with what you like.  you don’t have to comment on it if you don’t want to, or you can choose to; you don’t have to post it unless you want to; etc.  im not sure if this is the best way to send you this, because im still not 100% on how the “submit” feature works, but i hope this is readable; 

(put the rest of the message under the cut with the fic v )

(ok so first of all i couldn’t wait to be home and read during a break in the freezing cold and i literally could not stop crying involuntarily, literally unable to stop still) your grasp on them, i just, how raw 

the way you wrote their fears and tears? tonbo being so excessive to the point of being incredibly self-destructive, thinking that his words are never appropriate when each time, they are? disregarding his own self for others, for him

sengo being so, so self-contained to the point of facade completely shattering from a single world (which reminds of his face almost choking back tears in mihotose being told he isn’t alone i’m NOT ok) wanting to take care of him instead, to make him realize no one should go that far for him, and especially not tonbokiri

thank you so much for taking the time to write all of this? i’m a bit at loss of words i’m afraid i can’t praise it as much as i think of it but i genuinely cherish it with all my heart, and please don’t downplay yourself like this in the future you don’t give yourself enough credit that i can’t put in words

“Did you sleep better, back then?”

Sengo’s face has turned back to the window, not fully, but so all Tonbokiri can see is the apple of his grinning cheek tremble.

“I would take those unpleasant memories from you, if I could,” Tonbokiri says.  He says it quietly, because if he spoke any louder then his voice would crack with its own weight.  “Sometimes I wish I could, if it would ease your suffering.”

Sengo laughs wetly.  "And then we’d never have met.” “I’d find you still.”

i have another ao3 account invite arriving hopefully soon, so if you want this to be more clean, i could post it there maybe if that would be better.  & i have never written for anyone before, and i don’t think anyone has seen anything i’ve written in a few years, so please don’t think too harshly on my characterisations, writing, dialogue, pacing, etc. because i’ve never had anyone to critique my mistakes.  

(i also think i started writing this with the intention of it being an au where they had been human but very much like that spies or assassins, like i saw on your blog, so if anything seems strange, it’s because of that!  i didn’t mention anything explicitly, but i wanted to give myself some room because i’m not fully familiarised with the canon yet, so that’s why some things may not be in line with canon, even though they may call themselves “spear/sword.“  i wanted to write something in between the phases of them being very traumatised by their life experiences and starting the road to recovery; between them still considering themselves weapons lacking autonomy and them starting to think of themselves as people who can make their own decisions.)  as i said, i know there are places where it definitely feels even to me that tonbokiri and sengo are ooc, but i hope you’ll forgive those moments while i begin figuring out how to write them properly.  even if you don’t enjoy this so much, hopefully you can use this at least as something to give you different ideas.

~ Tonbokiri is woken by Sengo.

He knows this even before his eyes are open.  If he could not tell by the thin fingers brushing back his hair; or the sound of his sleep-husked voice, unusually quiet, unusually tremulous, calling his name; or even the faint smell of cherry blossoms still sticking to Sengo’s skin after they’d taken Monoyoshi to see around the city and the nearest park just the day before … if he could not tell by any of that, then Tonbokiri would know just from habit.

It is in the nature of things like them to awaken fighting; to burst into consciousness at the slightest sounds; to feign sleep while reaching for their knife under their pillow, or to listen to the sounds of the building adjusting to the new weight with wailing creaks and then to launch at their attacker.  That is in their training.  It had taken some time - though, not nearly as much as either of them had expected - for Tonbokiri and Sengo to adjust to each other’s presence, but now that they have, if he is woken in any manner and his body allows the haze of semi-consciousness to fog his mind, then Sengo must be near, keeping him peaceful.

He is woken by Sengo most nights in some way or another, though not usually for long.  A leg thrown over his waist might catch his attention, their hips budging as they shift might stir him, fine hair in his face and tickling his nose will wake him with a sneeze, or the blankets being pulled further to one side than the other might cause him to wake just enough to pull them back.  To all of these, Tonbokiri will smile, ensure that nothing in the room is out of place and disturbing him, and drift back to sleep.  On less pleasant nights, he is woken by Sengo’s fitful dreaming.  Not his nightmares, or at least not the fully-fledged ones - while he knows Sengo has periods where his dreams give him pain, he too often wakes himself first, quiet enough or still enough to never wake Tonbokiri, and instead lets him rest unknowing; and so Tonbokiri only ever catches the after-images of these nightmares: the restless attempt to fall back asleep again, tear tracks on Sengo’s otherwise dormant face, smiles the next day that are a little too wide … all signs of something that Sengo endured right beside him that Tonbokiri missed.  Sengo brings them up occasionally, but never seriously, only to tell him something particularly gruesome that he thinks might scare Tonbokiri away, or with a wink and a fluttering hand as if he’s trying to convince them both that he’s telling a particularly overblown ghost story rather than his own memories.

They haunt him like ghosts, certainly, but they’re no less real.

Tonight, Sengo had woken him, but he’s already awake himself, face scrunched into something just a little more serious than his usual pout.

“Muramasa … ?” he murmurs.  This is strange to him, and his body is reacting frustratingly slowly.  Lovingly slowly; it - he - trusts Sengo implicitly; he can almost imagine his resting muscles asking what such a rush is for, if Sengo is here.

A light is already on in their room, a dim amber glow in the corner from a lamp.  Just hazy enough to leave deep shadows in haloed curves around the furniture, but just bright enough to leave a pleasant highlight on Sengo’s face.

“Ah, you’re awake.“  His fingernails scratch pleasantly at Tonbokiri’s scalp, brushing through his hair.  Sengo is sitting with Tonbokiri’s head in his lap; he is surprised none of the movement woke him sooner.

“Of course,” he repeats, forcing his eyelids to remain fully open despite his comfort.  “Of course,” he repeats, “didn’t you call me?"  He thinks he remembers Sengo’s voice, whispering his name.  "Is something wrong?”

“Don’t you remember?  You were having a nightmare.”

The fatigue seeps from him in an instant, leaving him cold and awake.  The cold centres in his chest like ice, but Sengo’s hands near his head are still warm.  So it was me who woke him first …  It’s troubling to think of how he may have disturbed what little peaceful sleep Sengo had earned just with his own bothersome thoughts.  “Oh,” he eventually manages.  “Yes, I don’t remember at all.  Thank you for waking me from it so quickly.”

Before he can apologise for waking Sengo himself, Sengo’s pout changes shape, and his warm hands travel to Tonbokiri’s chest, thawing that frozen feeling.  “But your heart is racing, can’t you feel that?”

“Ah, that,” he says.  He notices now that it’s been pointed out.  But he smiles up at Sengo rather than think about it.  “My heart always races when I look at you.”

Sengo splutters slightly in surprise, face turning a soft pink, glowing in the dusky orange lamplight, framed by highlights of long, feathery hair.  Tonbokiri could stare at him for so long …

I wonder if it just got faster.  He puts a hand over Sengo’s, both of them over his heart.

The flush doesn’t fade, but Sengo adopts a wry, amused smile, wrinkling his nose mischeviously, eyes twinkling.  “Pardon the intrusion, then, if I’ve interrupted a dream in which I’m undressing.”

“It’s no interruption, if you’re the one who wakes me."  How could even the most pleasant dream he conjure compare to the real thing?  Ah, embarrassing, even the thought makes his cheek heat.  "And, I am sorry,” he manages, next, before he blurts out something even more sentimental.

Sengo’s smile doesn’t vanish, but his eyes go wide and study him carefully, scrutinising.

“For waking you,” Tonbokiri explains.  “I–”

He is distracted by a flash of deep red slashed across the palm of Sengo’s hand, made noticeable as he moves it from Tonbokiri’s chest to his own lap.

He shoots upwards, almost knocking Sengo backwards with his speed and size.  In the light, with the movement, the red shimmers.  Tonbokiri forces himself to think rationally despite his hammering heart, to come into a sitting position beside Sengo and move slower; Sengo’s muscles have clenched, shoulders tightened, and his gaze is scanning the room for whatever threat he thinks must have made its presence announced.

Tonbokiri scolds himself internally.  He knows what they both are, and he was foolish to react in a way that has left Sengo waiting for an attack, and after Sengo woke him up so gently.  His breathing slows purposefully, steadily, and he outstretches his hands to take Sengo’s.  Slowly, so that if Sengo wanted to knock his hands away, he could.

But Sengo offers the hand faster than Tonbokiri asks, eyebrows high on his head, offering a faint, “What’s the matter?” into the open air.

Tonbokiri’s thumb presses into the heel of Sengo’s hand as he turns it to examine it closer.  A thread of his own hair, dark red, had caught itself on Sengo’s ring finger.  His hands had been so gentle that Tonbokiri hadn’t even felt the roots tug in his scalp, even as the strands were drawn with the movement.

His exhale is a heavy huff of relieved air.  His thumbs trace the lines of Sengo’s blessedly unblemished palm.  “I thought I’d cut you."  The red like a river of blood deep in Sengo’s skin … all just a strand of his hair.  It had just shone oddly in the light, is all.  It had looked like something it wasn’t, and his mind had jumped to its own conclusions.

"You didn’t,” says Sengo, flexing his hand to better see it himself.  Then, thoughtfully, almost like a challenge.  “You couldn’t.”

Tonbokiri almost traitorously thinks, I have, remembers the dragonfly, then silences that weakness.  No matter what his body is capable of, has done, he won’t let it harm Sengo.

“Huhuhu, even without saying any words, the things you think are so loud,” says Sengo, tapping Tonbokiri’s temple with his unhurt hand.  “You didn’t, and so what would it matter if you had?  I thought you told me you didn’t remember you’d had a nightmare.”

“I can’t remember it,” begins Tonbokiri.  “And it would matter, if I’d hurt you.”

Sengo flicks his wrist to dismiss that thought.  They’re sitting so close together, and yet Sengo’s face has turned at an angle impossible to read.  “But you seem so alert, after waking."  With an insincere edge, "Would it make you more at ease if I undressed right now?”

He frowns.  “If I can’t remember it, I’d say it hasn’t bothered me so much,” he says.  “But … you worry me.  Are you alright?”

“You’re such a worrywart.  Aren’t you the one with bad dreams?”

“We both have bad dreams."  Tonbokiri leans closer now, and Sengo gives him reluctant eye contact.  "Did it trouble you when I woke up?”

Now Sengo smiles.  It’s tight on his face; a mixture of the false, teasing grins he wears for the others, and the pained, bittersweet twist that sometimes unwillingly slips onto his face.  “You didn’t.”

“Trouble you?"  Then he realises.  He lowers his gaze.  "Wake you.”

It isn’t a question, but Sengo still confirms it with a half-shrug, doing his best not to look bothered about it.

“I’m glad, then,” Tonbokiri decides.  “That I had that dream and you woke me.  No one of us should be awake alone at this hour.”

Sengo shrugs again, more haphazard this time, rising to cross the room to their window and look out over the night.  “It’s not so bad.  I used to stay up and stare at the stars, before.  I would wonder which unlucky one I must have been born under."  He flashes a playful grin over his shoulder, one that Tonbokiri can’t return.

Before.  Before he was Mihotose.  Tonbokiri himself hardly feels as if he’s been here long, although he feels so at peace with the team.  But he had spent so long as the spear belonging to just one man before this; Sengo has had many handlers.  Does it feel so differently for him?  Does time pass differently?  There are times when Tonbokiri worries that Sengo feels isolated for being the last of them to join.

"Did you sleep better, back then?”

Sengo’s face has turned back to the window, not fully, but so all Tonbokiri can see is the apple of his grinning cheek tremble.

“I would take those unpleasant memories from you, if I could,” Tonbokiri says.  He says it quietly, because if he spoke any louder then his voice would crack with its own weight.  “Sometimes I wish I could, if it would ease your suffering.”

Sengo crosses back, but so quickly Tonbokiri barely catches a glimpse of his face.  His hands grasp Tonbokiri’s shoulders, and his purple head rests above red.  “How peaceful … but then I’d have almost no memories whatsoever.”

“Then I’d wish for you to have a different life.  A normal one.  A human one."  Speaking as if they aren’t humans.  But, some days, it would be almost more impossible to believe they are.

Sengo laughs wetly.  "And then we’d never have met.”

“I’d find you still.”

A drop lands squarely on Tonbokiri’s head.  He pretends that it could be possible for it to rain inside their room, rather than feel the deep sorrow in his chest knowing that Sengo is crying.

“I am Sengo Muramasa,” Sengo declares.  Bold, but sad.  “And not that stranger who lived some normal, human life.  If this Tonbokiri … if he has regrets,” he speaks softly, with no judgement, “then I’m sure that that other Muramasa is out there … instead of inside this room, where you’re trapped with the demon.”

“How can I have any regrets in this life that took me to you?"  His voice is heavy and wet.

"In this life that’s given you nightmares … you have no regrets?  You wouldn’t change it?”

“No.”

“You’d take all those lives again?  Walk down this path that you’ve walked down?”

“If you were waiting for me on it, yes.”

A smile curves against his temple.  “Liar."  Two more raindrops fall from the shadow of a violet cloud above.  Tonbokiri is held so closely that he can only see Sengo’s collarbone, from how tightly he is held.  "Merciful Tonbokiri”–here, Sengo traces the Siddham on his chest–“he would never shed all that blood for anyone less than his old master.  Let alone for something like me.”

Merciful Tonbokiri.  He wants to be, he aspires to be, but.  He can’t remember what his nightmare was, but he can imagine.  His past has given a lot for his dreams to work with.  “If there is a price to pay to keep our lives together, to be paid in blood, at the cost of all I’ve shed and all you’ve shed, I would gladly give it all, straight from my own heart."  He guides Sengo’s finger from the Siddham to his heart beside it.  "If you’d have me.”

Sengo makes a choked noise.  His hand curls, his knuckles brush and must surely feel Tonbokiri’s pulse.  “So desperate to keep your own misfortunate life, and to make me change mine?”

“Only if it’d make you happy.”

“But how could I possibly be happy if we were living different lives?”

“I’d pay it all the same, if it’d make you happy in this one.”

“Huhuhu, sometimes, you can be a little slow, Tonbokiri."  Sengo pulls back so they can see each other, face-to-face.  There are tears rolling down so quickly they fall into his smile.  "I already am.”

Tonbokiri leans carefully up to place his mouth on Sengo’s.  Sengo freezes, one hand still on Tonbokiri’s shoulder, and the other helplessly pressed against his heart.  They are still so new at this, and Tonbokiri’s face turns as red as his hair and Sengo starts in surprise almost every time they’ve tried, between failed attempts where they bump noses and turn away, too flushed, before they’ve even gotten close enough.

They part reluctantly, but still so close.  Tonbokiri can taste tears on his lips, and he leans his forehead forward against Sengo’s.  Sengo’s lips are still parted, upturned.

“Sometimes …"  He frowns at himself, for breaking the silence–the ease.  For doing it so clumsily, instead of sharply and neatly like the spear he is should be able to do.  "Sometimes, it feels as if you aren’t.”

“As if I’m not …?”

“Happy.”

“Sometimes it feels as if you aren’t, either.”

“There is nothing to be concerned about."  But, at Sengo’s deadpan stare, he admits, "I … am.  More often than not.  Being here has helped.”

“That’s not fair, then; you’ve been here longer than I have,” Sengo accuses, biting his tongue playfully at Tonbokiri.  “Perhaps even this demon sword could learn to live a happy life if it stays here long enough.”

“Demon sword?” asks Tonbokiri with a laugh.  “I don’t think I know of that stranger.  I don’t think such a thing lives here, even.  The last person to come live with us was, hm, definitely a man, not a demon.  One of the kindest and gentlest I’ve ever met.”

“‘Kind and gentle’?  Are you certain that you and I are thinking of the same thing?”

“Well, I have met, and talked to, and experienced, and … loved Sengo Muramasa.  And I think that both he and I know who he is far better than any of those strangers who spread rumours of demons.  Even better than those voices who live in his head and try to convince him those lies are true.”

“'Loved,’” repeats Sengo quietly, in a strange, hoarse voice.

“Yes.  I haven’t much experience with it, but I think that’s it.”

“One shouldn’t tease, you know,” Sengo rushes to say, “or play jokes.  Not on this demon who is just learning to become a man.  That would be cruel even to a Muramasa.”

“I would never.  Isn’t it you who says I don’t understand humour very well?”

“And so what you say …”

“… I am always honest with you, Muramasa.”

Sengo laughs, a happy outburst.  There are still tears on his face.  Tonbokiri kisses him again, before he can think better of it.  Sengo’s hands cup his cheeks, and Tonbokiri wonders if he can feel his grin.

They are still so close, chest-to-chest, that when they pull away, Sengo murmurs again, “Your heart … it’s still so fast.”

“I told you; so long as I can see you, my heart races.”

“Then it would be best for me to turn off the light, or you’ll never get back to sleep.”

“That’s alright,” says Tonbokiri.  He looks to the window.  It’s still so dark outside.  But the shadows are hardly daunting when it is so bright in here with both of them.  “I think it would be okay for us to stay up just a little longer.”

#submission #unbelievable #unbelievable how raw and emotional