#but more may come after that :eyes:

[vapemaster42069]

Part 1 (you are here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“He’s been really into… rare grasses. Recently,” Scar sighed fondly, “I don’t know what’s gotten him into it, but he’s been trying to find this specific kind of grass for the last few months. Some kind of– I think– like, tall grass,” 

Pearl looked at him, perplexed. “Tall… grass.”

“Tall grass.” He glanced over to Grian, who was squatting over a patch of particularly-interesting moss, his round glasses slipping dangerously low towards the tip of his nose. “I don’t really get it, but he’s excited about it so I’m excited too.”

Grian glanced up, sitting back on his heels. He pushed up his glasses, ignoring the single cracked lens from a run-in with a pillager group a few days before. He held up a stone covered in little clovers and a squat patch of moss. “Grass!”

Scar shot him a thumbs-up and a grin, throwing an arm around Pearl, his armor clanking against hers. “Grass! You got it, buddy!”

“What’s this about grass? Has he found it?” Impulse called, returning to their rendezvous point from the nearby village, arms laden bags of bread and other supplies. One hand loosely gripped the reigns of his horse as he spun, coming to a neat stop with a dramatic flick of his hair. His horse mimicked the motion, tossing his head with a smug look in his eyes.

Scar rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “I was just telling our dear friend here about Grian’s valiant mission! He will vanquish his enemies with the powers of– uh – Tall grass! I think!”

“Well, until then, I got us supplies for when we leave. Should be enough to last until we get to Cub’s place to restock.” Scar held a hand up and Impulse slid a couple of the bags onto his free hand.

“Ooh, great!” Pearl eyed Impulse’s horse warily as it stepped closer, examining her hair with a ravenous sniff, “What’s this mission about, anyways? No one’s filled me in yet.”

“Oh, we’re meeting one of Cub’s associates, I think. Something about an old mage and getting a team together? I’m not really sure, you know how Cub is. Or, you’ll meet him at least! He’s an old friend, been around for a few seasons when we’ve needed him. He’ll be excited too, it’s been a while since the Order has gotten any new knights. Right, Scar?”

“Hmm?”

“Cubfan? Your dear friend? The mission?”

“Oh, yes, that! Very important.”

“When I check that bag, are there going to be all of the groceries I put in there earlier?”

“... I don’t like that question.”

“Neither do I, to  be honest– I– ok. Impulse, can you get your horse off me, please?” The horse had his entire snout buried in Pearl’s hair, chasing the smell of her soap while sniffing incredibly loudly. 

“Oh! Ed! Get off ‘er!” He tugged on the reigns and Ed reluctantly turned, swiveling back to look at Impulse with pleading eyes. “No! We don’t eat people’s hair, remember? We eat apples. Apples, Ed. You like apples,” Ed did his best imitation of a horse-frown, “Ed. We are not eating Pearl’s hair. Here, Scar! Toss me one of those apples, yeah? Here. Apple.” Ed snuffled again, slowly engulfing Impulse’s entire gauntlet and offered apple in his mouth before retrieving the fruit.

“How much do you think he’s getting from you talking to him?” Pearl unwrapped her hair, brushing her fingers through it.

“Hmm?”

“Like, does he speak English? Or, understand English?”

“I have no idea.” Impulse stared into his horse’s deep brown eyes with a focus that would intimidate anyone but Mr. Ed. Mr. Ed blinked slowly before leaning forward, sniffing at Impulse’s long hair.

“... Ok.”

“Horses aside, how far are we from this place?” Scar interjected.

“2 days, maybe? We’re meeting at the usual spot, the one in the mountains. Goal is to get there before the next blizzard hits, so we have time to plan,” 

“... We’re going to need more apples.”

#boatem knights au #im going insane over this au have this #currently chapter 1 of 3 #but more may come after that :eyes: #boatem #hermitcraft #uhh basic premise in case it's unexplained #(other than the info in the au tag) #Pearl is the newest member of the Order of knights #grian is searching for tall grass (see the cc's recent ep lmao) #and impulse has a weird horse #anyways #this is being written as the au develops so if any info contradicts the origonal author i'm sry! i'm trying! some of my stuff might contradi #theirs #my writing

[sukibenders]

Me, trying to come up with a plot that accurately reflects the complexity and dynamics that are Annabeth's and her father's relationship with one another, as well as her feelings towards his new family, because while there is love there, how much necessarily? Not enough, to be assumed, because Annabeth ran away when she was seven and, with Luke's description of her in the books at the time he and Thalia found her, she wasn't in the best condition. Reading about how monsters tracking on to her scent and made her a target was the cause for many fights between her and parents, all of which was before she ran away and reads, personally to me, as a pair of adults blaming their young child, but these are also supposedly the same parents who, when discovering that she was in danger, actively wished for her well-being and, in her father's case, put themselves in harms way to go rescue her alongside her more than equipped friends, something, something, I could go on!

#percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #like something isn't adding up a lot of times with the way in which rick depicts this specific relationship #especially in ttc! bc why were shown these two people who annabeth was not vibing with being the complete opposite of what she described? #even having percy go “are these the same people?” UNLESS! #there's more to the story than meets the eye! #like #personally speaking since there's little to go on---i do think that annabeth's father (and stepmother) loved her but not in the best way #and even from an outsiders perspective it wouldn't read that way once you get to know them personally #like frederick gives the type of vibe in which he would definitely go to his twins soccer games but wouldn't do more than maybe call or send #a card on annabeth's birthday later on in the series (expecting her to kind of just show up at the house to celebrate if they even get there #especially after the wars! #should be noted that i haven't read hoo in a minute and don't remember much about the other riordanverse books so i may be missing info! #but don't come for me bc im trying at least i swear #this was more so meant to be a rant so take with a grain of salt if you don't agree

[grimsdeadb0nes]

I wonder what she's doin', what she's thinking about?

She's having.... thoughts

She's having.............. THOUGHTS....

#😭😭😭 #she's having thoughts and tbh who could blame her- #zavok jumpscare???? if that matters??? #she's ADMIRING in her minds eye #something I saw on twitter gave me the visual idea i cOULDNT HELP IT im sorry but most definitely not sorry either #my oc #my art #Zenyx #zeti oc #zeti #zavok #sorry she's having an internal simp-ish moment mayhaps 😂 #if i had more finished art of him that she could have thoughts to i would have used them instead but i dont and im lazy so yoinks it is #which may or may not be better 😭 LOOK AT HIM- #alright i'll stop now #i just needed a funny aaah warmup dont come after me 😂

[wu-kongs]

MK needs another perspective besides nezha (not that he wasn't useful, but more couldn't hurt), but again he faces the problem on who he could ask. Maybe someone that is also closer to macaque too since both monkeys are needed to resolve this, but who could fit that bill? *in the distance, demon bull king and princess iron fan shudder in unison*

"when i discovered what that wretched monkey—" iron fan says coldly, "—had done to my xiaodi, i wanted to tear him limb from limb. hell was not hot enough for that filthy creature."

MK shudders, ice through his veins and chilling over his spine at her words. he thought it'd be a good idea to talk to her since red son was so insistent that macaque was his uncle, and apparently his favorite one at that. though it hadn't been easy to find someone who could give him insight on the monkey king's side of the story, it'd been practically impossible to think of anyone who'd give him a leg up on figuring out what macaque's deal was. red son was his best lead, unfortunately!

iron fan looks at him, notes his nervousness, and then clicks her tongue. after a moment to compose herself, she turns away, the short train of her robes swinging smoothly after her as she steps over to a plush chair to settle down.

"after he joined that miserable monk, wukong... changed. he had become someone different from the king who'd been on the verge of felling the entirety of heaven." wrath begins to melt to a somber disappointment and vague hurt that MK isn't sure is real—the nearby fireplace crackles, flickering tricky and unreliable embers over iron fan's face.

"wukong had been the pinnacle of our kind, the one we all looked to, who had defied death and heaven time and again. he was a god among us. no one had been more aware of than than liu'er." any admiration that may have crept into her tone is promptly clipped by a sneer. "it went to his head. he remembered none of it when he began to pick us off one by one, as if all we simply were only scum of the earth." she pinches the bridge of her nose.

every one of her words weighs more and more on MK's shoulders and he finds himself lowering to the ground. this is a new side of the monkey king MK has never heard of, or even thought about. he supposes what they say is true: the winners do write the history books.

"...when the band of sworn siblings had received word of the monkey king's return, and that he was methodically eliminating us... we did not want to believe it. liu'er did not want to believe it—and for his sake, neither did i." she turns her sights on the dancing flames, eyes narrowed as if to shun away the memories. she then snaps to look right at MK, glaring. MK flinches from his settled spot on the rugs.

"listen to me, boy. i only tell you this because i..." her nose wrinkles the barest amount, as if this was difficult for her to admit, "i believe you have some measure of ability to resolve this matter. do not betray me."

he swallows thickly and nods furiously—what else is he supposed to do here? say no to the terrifying princess iron fan? he might as well dig his own grave!

she sighs like this a grievous thing he's putting her through, and he only feels a little bad about it; the bad blood is obviously still so prevalent here and he's not doing much but dredging it up.

"liu'er and wukong..." her eyes trail back to the fire. "they were inseparable. it wasn't simply a matter of their being together all the time, it was... it was as if two pieces of the same being had been separated before it was born and those pieces were in an endless cycle of attempting to reunite. not many noticed it, and those who did silently agreed to say nothing of it. it was not the sort of matter you pointed out for fear of throwing the balance into chaos."

MK swallowed thickly, a tide of nausea starting to rise in.

"liu'er, that fool... he adored mei houwang, was constantly found in his shadow, beheld him as the sun and all the stars above in his eyes." pure contempt smolders in iron fan's eyes, punctuated by the flames reflected there. "and although i detest wukong with the every fiber of my being, i will not lie and say it wasn't an unrequited adoration... they were disgusting. it was as if they wanted to live in each other's skin."

her fist clenches from where it rests on the arm of the chair. goosebumps rise on MK's skin despite the warmth.

"and then wukong was captured." she growls. "he had been the spearhead of our armies, and we quickly fell into disarray without him. liu'er had tried his best to regroup us—many of us did, but without the monkey king, our forces were unable to stop the might of heaven, and we scattered to the winds to survive."

"liu'er did not give up, but... his constant attempts eventually caused much of the destruction of flower fruit mountain. he had become so relentless to rejoin his other half that it blinded him to those he still had to take care of. he refused to stop chasing the monkey king."

"i can only imagine what he must've thought when wukong resurfaced, alive by whatever miracles and luck—and now in the servitude of a buddhist monk of all things... but chase he did, and ultimately, it led to his doom."

silence, thick and suffocating, reigns over the dim sitting room for a long moment. iron fan lets MK absorb the tale, and his mind races for it. he doesn't know what to make of this. he knew that macaque and the monkey king had... some weird thing going on, but this. this? way more than what he bargained for.

whatever they were—lovers, friends, allies—didn't just fall apart. it was ripped apart mercilessly, and nothing could've stopped it. MK sees that now. he's learned enough about both of them to figure that out. it was always going to happen, like... like fate.

he suddenly laughs, the edge of it hysterical and lost. he's out of his depth here. he's sooo out of his depth. this whole thing is millennia in the making, and he's supposed to fix it? he's supposed to, what, undo those thousands of years of tragedy? iron fan looks at him, expression stony.

"they're fools, the both of them," she says. "and with this... eyeball in the mix, they will chase each other's tails around forever until one of them forfeits."

"what am i supposed to do about this?" his voice quakes, eyebrows tented and smile pained and frantic.

the barest hint of pity flickers over iron fan's face. "niu and i have had our fair share of... marital challenges. all i can offer you, child, is honesty. it's not you who can mend what you haven't broken. they're not your pieces to collect. you may provide the glue, but they will have to use it themselves."

MK slumps, face dropping into his hands. "that's basically what prince nezha told me..." he grumbles sadly.

she studies him.

"i will add only this, then," she then says, and he perks up slightly. "i know liu'er. i have known him a long time. a foremost fool, i will always say—and he will always love wukong, no matter what has happened between them. whether wukong will allow that love is yet to be seen, but i know this is a two-way road."

he blinks at her, absorbing her words

prince nezha said the monkey king is still holding on to who macaque used to be. princess iron fan says macaque will chase the monkey king forever. they still obviously care about each other a lot, whether they'll admit it or not.

MK just needs to find a way to make them be honest about it.

#ask #anonymous #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #lmk princess iron fan #lmk mk #mk #iron fan #mickey's ditties #FINALLYYY #finally i'm finished #i got a bit of writer's block with it sorry #and then i got carried away sorry #put me out of my misery bestie #hope it was worth it #come get yall food #emotional support eye saga #ok i have ONE more ditty after this but i may not get to it today #i see it promise #also the shadowpeach codependency agenda CONTINUES #not that it isn't what this whole saga's about LMFAO #look it's not my fault they make it so easy

[guhhhhhhhhhhh]

I have to put fresh sheets on my bed and make it but I've just been sitting on my bare mattress for the last 20 mins ranting to myself about this damn show

#again rewatching this with a developed adult brain is CRAZY #and I'm catching so many things I didn't notice before #and it's making everything feel even more !!! than the first time I watched the show #like!!!!like!!! somehow I never caught onto how such a strong part of flint's grief comes from the fact that he didn't try and rescue Thomas #and how his actions led to all of this happening in the first place #he could have sided against Thomas with his father. and they never would've had any of the mess that came with angering Dad #but that just wasn't possible to him anymore #because of what he felt for Thomas he had to defend his ideals. the ones they shared #and after all that. KNOWING that HE was partly responsible for what happened to Thomas!! just how painful it is that he walked away. #and fled to Nassau. and didn't do anything to try and help Thomas #like!!! the GUILT that must cause!!! the ANGUISH!!! no WONDER he's Like That Jesus Christ #and like!!! oh my GOD Toby Stephen's acting is outstanding in this #the way you could feel the palpable shift right after flint hugs Miranda. while Ashe is telling them how he can wisk them away to someplace #else in Europe. and james steps back!! you could see it in his EYES that that is the moment when Captain Flint starts to form #and you can hear it in his voice. the barely perceptible shift. that he reached his breaking point #also I completely forgot about the surprise Vane attack at the end of that episode and I nearly screamed #black sails #ALSO!!!!!! going through all of this with the knowledge that Miranda dies T^T and that Thomas is actually alive and they get reunited #is tearing my soul apart I think #these sheets may not be going on my bed tonight.....

[brown-little-robin]

oh, I vividly remembered that last scene from HxH, what the heck

#I've gone like 20 episodes without remembering much of anything beyond a few ''oh yeah I remember that plotline'' moments #and then someone threatened Gon and Killua went after him secretly #and the entire scene came back to me in VIVID detail #I went from ''haha is Killua going to pull the So I'm An Assassin And You Will Not Touch My Best Friend routine?? lol classic'' #to OH THIS IS THE SCENE WITH THE KNIFE. AND THE MIRROR. AND THE ''CLOSE YOUR EYES SLOWLY'' #how many times must I have rewatched that as a kid to remember it that clearly?? left a Huge impression apparently #I guess I've always wanted to be Killua #all the scenes and plotlines I remember best have been his #the skateboard introduction #the Pulling Out A Man's Heart From His Chest #and now apparently the mirror scene #the only other scenes I know are coming involve Killua's sister; Killua developing lightning powers; and Killua grief-stricken about Gon #Robin speaks #hunterxhunterblogging #oh and the cat alien #I don't know if anyone here has seen hxh by the way lol I may just be speaking into the void. but that's alright #I don't actually recommend hunter x hunter but I like it #but it's like. white bread to me. not the most nutritious but good for getting me through rough times #I do not have the spare brainpower for anything more serious than this right now

[pastel-rights]

And then I finally end it off with some doodles of them… they make me feel things.

#ringmaster doodles #sona art #( they’re very much the theme of. love in the face of the neverending march of time. ) #( being immortal and knowing you will outlive the man you love because someone else deemed he unworthy of eternal life. ) #( he may still have tens of thousands of years left. sure. but you know that those will go by and he’ll disappear in the blink of an eye. ) #( and you’ll sit there on his death bed. wondering why did things end up like this? ) #( wondering what you did wrong. and if you could have done something different. you’ll always ask yourself. ) #( if he lives a life of happiness and comfort or did he live a life as gruesome and miserable as the wars on earth? but you won’t know. ) #( and the more you think about it. the more you realize it. how nihilistic he was. and how he never seemed to smile even in the good times. #he always seemed to have a frown or a scowl on his face. he always seems bothered and unhappy. ) #( so you wonder if it was something you did. because you know you aren’t perfect. you’re hardly good. ) #( you wonder if he’s mad at you. maybe he was. but he doesn’t have the heart to stay mad. ) #( and that’s love in the face of adversity. knowing that no matter how bad it gets. he loves you as you love him. ) #( and you wonder why he never smiles. because he truly never does. and so you ask him. honest and true. ) #( and he tells you there isn’t anything worth smiling for. nothing in this whole world. ) #( but he smiles at you. it’s always small. and it’s always brief. ) #( but that smile. that smile means love. ) #( that hug. as flimsy as it may be. that hug means love. ) #( of course. he isn’t affectionate. if anything. he detests it. he hates physical contact of any kind. you’ve noticed. ) #( which is a shame. you love your hugs and your kisses and your hand holding. ) #( but even if he doesn’t like it. he lets you do it. because it makes you happy. ) #( and you learn that when you’re happy. he’s a little less miserable. ) #( of course. not all love is equal. and not all love is fair. ) #( the love from a lover and the love from the father can never equate to one another. ) #( no one will love you in the same way a father or mother loves you. in the same manner. no one will ever love you the way I do. ) #( because my love will remain with you. long after I disappear. ) #( and as bitter as the idea of my own existence coming to an end is. knowing I did all of this for. essentially nothing. ) #( that I’ve gone through all this pain and suffering and hardship just for it to all amount to nothing. for it to be fucking useless to try. #I get to die knowing that you’ll always love and be loved. and that’s enough for me… ) #( … maybe there is something worth smiling for after all. )

[darkclouds-rainsounds]

“Someday, I'll solve every riddle in the legends of Hisui's Pokémon. And on that day, I'll stand before Arceus at last— No, I will CONQUER it! No matter how many years, how many decades, how many centuries it takes me!”

Rambling Musing under cut

[Addition to this concept]

I can't have been the only person who thought of this; of Volo having died sometime not all that long after the battle at Spear Pillar and because of his excessive spite and hatred, he would come back as a Hisuian Zoroark. I have seen quite a few people do this concept with Akari where she ends up dying during her exile, but I haven't seen it done with Volo after Spear Pillar where he would be at his most vulnerable.

There was one person who had a similar idea whose username I can't remember nor care to, who had an idea (au concept???) of Volo having been a Zoroark the whole time who wanted a better world out of missing the way things used to be pre-human civilization (subtle way of saying he hates humans settling in Hisui and bridging the gap between themselves and pokemon).

Like, I know this is pokemon of all things, but considering the literal fact I made a psycho-analysis of Volo that would prompt practically everyone into going "It's not that deep", I always found it a little too perfect how if one is a believer of the hiker theory or just has any headcanon that he didn't die, that means Volo somehow survived the worst of what was to come after Spear Pillar.

After Spear Pillar, he was emotionally and mentally exhausted and very much not in his right mind because Arceus decided to be a jackass and summon the Azure Flute the moment the spooky plate made its way into the player's hands and set him off again after he calmed down. The anger; the rage and absolute vitriol he felt towards Arceus and still yet so, the player, was still relatively fresh and with his defeat and loss of his greatest ally in getting to Arceus (I mean, I get why he yelled at Giratina but also 🤨?????), that left very large room for recklessness and acting illogically.

Not only that, but with the likelihood that the clans and Galaxy team would catch wind sooner or later that he was the one who opened the rift and nearly destroyed the world by accident in the process then explicitly tried to do so again on purpose, he wouldn't be accepted in any settlement. This also applies to the Ginko Guild: they would want absolutely nothing to do with him once they find out as he'd be a blemish upon their reputation.

So you have a very bitter, very not mentally stable man trying to survive in the wilderness of Hisui almost entirely alone. It's a miracle that in terms of the hiker theory, he manages to survive past that, because the most likely thing that would have happened was him dying— like I can't convey to you just how lucky he was.

But this is ~pokemon~ so of course that didn't happen despite Volo being surprisingly realistic for a character. And to that I query, "what if it did?"

So here we are back at the beginning, Volo died and came back as a Hisuian Zoroark due to his overwhelming spite and hate.

How?

With what I've said previously, I decided that his death would be in the Alabaster Icelands. With there being very dangerous pokemon around, random holes in the ground with steep drops that can easily injure or kill you if you aren't watching where you're going, and deadly blizzards, death is guaranteed for the unprepared. Why would Volo go up that far north if it's so dangerous then— SHH SHUT! I am trying to convey an idea, the minute intricacies are lost on me right now. All I can imagine as of current is that Volo was in the Alabaster Icelands for one reason or another, something happened that was out of his and his pokemon's control and they couldn't save him (I'll tell you this: the cold on its own isn't what would kill him, otherwise his death wouldn't occur because he has his Arcanine.), and he came back as a Zoroark.

Part of the reason for the Alabaster Icelands is that I'm fairly certain? that only those who die— normal Zorua, Zoroark, or humans— there can become Hisuian Zoroark. If they die anywhere else regardless of the other criteria being met I'm pretty sure they can't become Hisuian Zoroarks, so Volo would have to be in the Alabaster Icelands for this to happen to him.

One can only imagine the grief his pokemon felt when they realized the oddly yellow Hisuian Zorua by their trainer's frozen corpse was their trainer. How they would feel that if they knew sooner or were out before it happened, his death would have been avoided. How Lucario, a pokemon that can sense aura, and his beloved Togekiss (because Gamefreak said fuck any visible notion his Roserade cares about him I guess), would instantly know that the Zorua was him.

Now,

for explanations on his appearance and his personality. Since I am unable to draw this digitally without it being immensely more difficult than it should be, I will have to heavily hint towards the symbolism since rarely ever do I draw or write something that is straightforward.

•His color pallette is still a lot like the normal Hisuian Zoroark, aka very white, but the typically red areas in a Hisuian Zoroark's hair and fur are instead the same blonde yellow as his hair from when he was alive. (White and yellow instead of yellow and white huh?)

•The eyes don't look as... narrow... as they should. Strange...

•Is it just me, or does this Zoroark not look as... wispy, as the others?

•Since I do not use color traditionally, I will have to say that the bulbous black areas on his arms and legs are supposed to be a dark red-brown and not a bright red. Hm, wonder why...

•He just has more scars because I personally headcanon Volo as actually having quite a few scars and had that directly translate into his Zoroark appearance.

And now for something lighter (by my standards atleast).

•Upon his becoming a Hisuian Zorua, he gained the ability to understand pokemon and speak with them on their level.

•It took a while for him to figure out how to talk human languages again (like pokeani meowth) and even longer to do so so it sounds natural and not... off (again, pokeani meowth)

•Very spiteful and angry little ball of fluff that simmered down faster than he would have in the even that he didn't die. Since, y'know, your death ultimately being caused by your hatred will make you reevaluate a few things about yourself.

•Loathed not having hands until evolving which only gave him three claws but it's better than useless bitty paws.

•Him calming down much faster and realizing how damaging he was being to himself and to his pokemon by tunnel visioning on figuring out how to usurp Arceus and seeing anything else that wasn't that as being in his way— provided much relief to his team that the person they knew and loved was coming back and not what he was twisting himself into in his downward spiral. (Again, this does happen when he lives, it just takes years rather than like... one)

•Took time to learn how to master casting illusions but the only illusion he can really even do at this point is of himself when he was alive. (Other Hisuian Zoroarks: able to do countless illusions of people and pokemon to varying degrees of accuracy. Hisuian Zoroark!Volo: can only do an illusion of himself but it's absolutely flawless)

•Wears his Celestica pendant at all times (forgot to draw it, don't want to deal with wrestling with my camera phone to retake the picture)

•He also wears his backpack and hat as well; they're not part of the illusion (didn't draw them since I 1. don't know how to draw either and 2. wanted him to be as unobscured as possible)

•He can still be the hiker, it's just that he's a ghost rather than immortal. Yes, his friendly, charismatic demeanor has returned despite him being like this now but there is the difference of a layer of somberness underneath and an even thinner layer of well-concealed vitriol towards Arceus and Arceus alone. (If you've read my post on Quincent and how I interpret Banettes, the same principal of spite functioning as fuel for a flame applies to Hisuian Zoroarks as well. However it is a bit different in that where a grudge functions as the fuel for Banettes animation, spite functions as the tether for Hisuian Zoroarks not moving on in the afterlife. It could be considered "unfinished business" but it's not really the same)

•Yes, this also means his illusion was changed to be that of what he would look like as a hiker rather than when he was in the Ginko Guild (he had figured out that illusion a long time ago since him being mistakenly affiliated with the Guild would be bad and eventually the uniform would become outdated as the Guild would no longer exist in the state it did when he was still alive at the least and would cause people to look at him weirdly)

•Had to get really good at not responding and talking to pokemon or else he garner unwanted attention.

•Can maintain the illusion through being touched so long as he anticipates it, otherwise he kinda just goes poof.

•The illusion obviously goes away when he's asleep and starts to wane when he's tired.

•He maintains the illusion for as long as he can upon awakening but it is incredibly draining on him to focus on maintaining it for such a long stretch of time that he does end up tired far quicker than if he simply didn't do it for so long or so often.

•Can also partially cast the illusion and look uncannily inhuman. +The illusion starts to wane when he's experiencing strong emotions since he can't focus on maintaining it and it's kinda terrifying to see some guy slowly be engulfed in billowing smoke with no known source out of nowhere and watch his features warp and shift into something very much not human.

•His moveset does not contain bitter malice by the time of pokemon platinum.

(•Just for those wondering, no he doesn't blame Akari/Dawn in any way for his death and very much acknowledges it to be no one's fault but his)

•There is also the question of "if Volo is Cynthia's ancestor but he died before he could have children, does she just not exist?" and the answer is: she still does, but she's Cogita's direct descendant now and not Volo's. (wtf is up with Celestica genes? Yeah a lot of the other characters in PLA have descendants that look almost identical to them, but with Cogita, Volo, and Cynthia, we have three people from a single bloodline that have MANY generations between them— that is, if you headcanon Cogita as being Volo's ancestor— and they hardly look any different. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEIR GENES??? Also forgot about Cynthia's sister who doesn't have a canon design but if Cynthia is any indication...

•Ghost types have the ability of distinctly knowing something's up when he's casting the illusion of himself and basically look at him like '🤨'. Kinda difficult to keep a straight face when a swarm of gastly are just staring unblinkingly at you like "tf is this". +Normal living Zoroarks can instantly tell that he isn't human and get the wrong idea thinking he's trying to trick someone rather than him clinging to the humanity he had.

#【𝙿 𝚁 𝙸 𝚂 𝙼】 #volo #didn't want to add further extraneous information in the main post but #i /do/ hc that arceus created the celestica in its image and that their hair floats upward after reaching a certain length #(why part of volo's hair remains down when the bun is undone) and that all celestica have grey eyes and blonde hair that gradually becomes #more and more white as they age‚ but this is kinda ridiculous when it comes to how potent their genes are #just.... arceus that is /vanity/. it took who knows how many generations between volo and cynthia with his descendants procreating with #other non-celestica to create cynthia whose hair only curls up at the very ends and not all of it. again same thing likely applies to her #sister. like.... w/ the other pla characters we just have them + the descendant so the fact they look alike isn't as baffling as three very #distanced generations. then there's the pla characters that barely have a resemblance to anyone in the future #like some ppl hc that may is irida's descendant bc of the hair‚ some ppl hc that leon and hop are laventon's descendants #i strongly hc that penny is melli's descendant bc they literally have the same eyeshape and considering melli used to be a self-conscious #shy kid just like penny before becoming a prick as an adult‚ penny is probably what he was like as a kid‚ snark and all + the shyness #(don't get me started on her having a friendship evo and the only pkmn that evolves through love as her ace whereas melli's golbat refuses #to evolve bc it doesn't like him all that much & his pkmn are poison which are the weakness to penny's ace sylveon which is fairy) #i kinda halfway hc that adaman is arven's ancestor due to that one fanart of arven having his hair pulled back and styled like adaman's and #i was like 🤔 he /does/ kinda look like him‚ huh. but that's so funny actually bc arven's parents look nothing like adaman which only #implies adaman just went 'YOU don't get my genes and YOU don't get my genes‚ but you? you're cool' ahshdjdan #yes i just used the tags to talk abt this instead of putting it in the main post bc if i didn't talk about it at all my brain would be mad

[senkayro]

Lavellan post Trespasser, going through it

she/they for em

#solavellan #? hinted :) #lavellan #dragon age #da #dragon age inquisition #the more time passes the more anchor spreads over her body #leaving glowing tats (as if they didn't have enough of them already) #and bright green/yellow eyes #she may at least come out of it looking fine :) #they probably start to fade slightly after epilogue... turning into scars maybe? #idk yet but I love the idea of anchor leaving irreparable marks on the inquisitor... besides lost arm lol #also... whole body vallaslin please <3 #meine arte #oc tag: ayre

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

TAG DUMP FOR OPHELIA / 8713-B

⚕️ 𝐀𝐄𝐒 & 𝐕𝐈𝐒. || THINGS THAT ARE BEAUTIFUL ARE TRANSIENT

⚕️ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌. || GLIMPSES OF HOPE IN TRYING TIMES

⚕️ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. || IT'S JUST A BURNING MEMORY

⚕️ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒. || MY HEART WILL STOP IN JOY

⚕️ 𝐈𝐂. || STILL FEEL AS THOUGH I AM ME

⚕️ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. || QUIET INTERNAL REBELLIONS

⚕️ 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗. || I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?

⚕️ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. || DENIAL UNRAVELLING

⚕️ 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓. || THE TIME WILL NEVER COME BACK

⚕️ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || IN EACH OTHER'S EYES

⚕️ 𝐅𝐀𝐌. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || THE LOVES OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

⚕️ 𝐑𝐎𝐌. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || ILLUMINATE MY HEART MY DARLING

⚕️ 𝟏𝟎𝟔 / 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. (𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋-𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄) || MY SWEETEST NIGHTMARE [...] A MAN SO CRUEL YET BENEATH THE SURFACE LURKS SOMETHING MORE... HUMAN

⚕️ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐋. (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || POOR BOY; TRADING A CELL FOR SHACKLES [...] MAY HIS CREATIVITY OVERCOME THE GHOSTS OF HIS PAST

⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟒. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || FORLORN FATHER AND EARNEST HUSBAND [...] A MAN WITH SIMILAR LOVES TO MY OWN

⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟏𝟎. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || PERHAPS THERE MAY BE HOPE FOR THE COUNCIL AFTERALL [...] HIS GENEROSITY WON'T BE FORGOTTEN

⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟏𝟏. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || A MAN AFTER MY OWN INTERESTS [...] FATHER OF SITE 230

⚕️ 𝟏𝟎𝟔-𝐀 / 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘. (𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐎𝐅-𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘). || A SWEET FLOWER GROWING IN A DESOLATE; LIFELESS CONCRETE DYSTOPIA [...] MAY YOUR BRIGHTNESS NEVER FADE

⚕️ 𝟎𝟗𝟔 / 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄. (𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇-𝐀𝐍𝐃-𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒). || I'D NEVER SEEN ANYONE SO UNHAPPY; I WANT VERY MUCH FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY

⚕️ 𝟎𝟕𝟔 / ���𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 (𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋-𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃) || A TRAGEDY PAINTED IN BLOOD AND SHAME; LETHALITY AND SERENITY HAND IN HAND [...] YOU ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THEY SAID

⚕️ 𝐒𝐂𝐏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || A GILDED CAGE IS STILL A CAGE

⚕️ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || WITH HUMANITY [...] TOWARDS PEACE

⚕️ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || ONE NEED NOT BE A CHAMBER TO BE HAUNTED

⚕️ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || PORCELAIN; IVORY; STEEL

#⚕️ 𝐀𝐄𝐒 & 𝐕𝐈𝐒. || THINGS THAT ARE BEAUTIFUL ARE TRANSIENT #⚕️ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌. || GLIMPSES OF HOPE IN TRYING TIMES #⚕️ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. || IT'S JUST A BURNING MEMORY #⚕️ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒. || MY HEART WILL STOP IN JOY #⚕️ 𝐈𝐂. || STILL FEEL AS THOUGH I AM ME #⚕️ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. || QUIET INTERNAL REBELLIONS #⚕️ 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗. || I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I? #⚕️ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. || DENIAL UNRAVELLING #⚕️ 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓. || THE TIME WILL NEVER COME BACK #⚕️ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || IN EACH OTHER'S EYES #⚕️ 𝐅𝐀𝐌. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || THE LOVES OF MY ENTIRE LIFE #⚕️ 𝐑𝐎𝐌. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. || ILLUMINATE MY HEART MY DARLING #⚕️ 𝟏𝟎𝟔 / 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. (𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋-𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄) || MY SWEETEST NIGHTMARE [...] A MAN SO CRUEL YET BENEATH THE SURFACE LURKS SOMETHING MORE... HUMAN #⚕️ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐋. (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || POOR BOY; TRADING A CELL FOR SHACKLES [...] MAY HIS CREATIVITY OVERCOME THE GHOSTS OF HIS PAST #⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟒. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || FORLORN FATHER AND EARNEST HUSBAND [...] A MAN WITH SIMILAR LOVES TO MY OWN #⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟏𝟎. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || PERHAPS THERE MAY BE HOPE FOR THE COUNCIL AFTERALL [...] HIS GENEROSITY WON'T BE FORGOTTEN #⚕️ 𝐎𝟓-𝟏𝟏. ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ❜ (𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒) || A MAN AFTER MY OWN INTERESTS [...] FATHER OF SITE 230 #⚕️ 𝟏𝟎𝟔-𝐀 / 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘. (𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐎𝐅-𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘). || A SWEET FLOWER GROWING IN A DESOLATE; LIFELESS CONCRETE DYSTOPIA [...] MAY YOUR BRIGHTNESS NEVER #⚕️ 𝟎𝟗𝟔 / 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄. (𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇-𝐀𝐍𝐃-𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒). || I'D NEVER SEEN ANYONE SO UNHAPPY; I WANT VERY MUCH FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY #⚕️ 𝟎𝟕𝟔 / 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 (𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋-𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃) || A TRAGEDY PAINTED IN BLOOD AND SHAME; LETHALITY AND SERENITY HAND IN HAND [...] YOU ARE SO MUCH #⚕️ 𝐒𝐂𝐏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || A GILDED CAGE IS STILL A CAGE #⚕️ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || WITH HUMANITY [...] TOWARDS PEACE #⚕️ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || ONE NEED NOT BE A CHAMBER TO BE HAUNTED #⚕️ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. || PORCELAIN; IVORY; STEEL

[sensazioneultra]

every day i thank heaven that i like my job

#or i'd literally be in unspeakable places* #(*the psychiatric ward) #bc like i'm already struggling so much but. it's more Life and personal stuff while if anything #going to work is a break from all the depression etc etc #ik that sounds insane okay i let capitalism win etc etc lol yeah i do rly like my job it's such a blessing and privilege #like it's tiring as anyone near me lately has heard me say it is #especially lately bc like i haven't had a proper holiday since starting this job (and even before lol) in may so u know. im tired #and sometimes it really is a lot like lately it's been stressful ngl #but. idk. i always do like doing it at the end of the day like as i leave our office w my coworkers im like im so glad it's done bc #im so tired. but im gonna be ready to come back tmrw and deal w this godforsaken client again!!!! #idk why im writing this here instead of like. resting my eyes bc theyre soooo fucking tired after all the data entry checking 😵‍💫 #but yeah whatever i like my job and im so glad i do bc life is hard enough already #i dont need to hate my job on top of everything else #btw going on vacation at the end of this week 🙏 #it's only 2 days + its w my family so DJVJBMSKBM praying they dont act up too much #but it's still a vacation at the end of the day like. a break from the usual routine a different place and hopefully i can rest #enough oversharing i think i need to forereal rest my eyes 😭😭

[immamapletreekid]

green guys in fe3h my beloveds

#this ones for u lin *sobs* #im trying to recruit him i need to up my skill morre disjsbwkdlfjaks #i actually did not know that byleth and seteth have an ending until i was digging through the wiki a few nights ago in a trance #lin.linny. linlin linnyhardt lin hes in line for second funniest fe3h character after hubie #ignatz. my boy. sweetie. oh my gosh latches onto the kid who loves art #me slowly nurturing my doe eyed deer children and adopted eagle children #into. well. they can certainly reduce enemy hp to 0 very efficiently now #this ones for u hilda *tries to do some cool move but falls and makes a pathetic mess* #i love her everytime she swings that axe i feel lightheaded #this was originally dedicated to the green people of fe3h but now it is also to all my beloved deer #claude...claude... oh claude *sobs* #raph is. such a good kid omg hes jusf such a go o d person like pls may you influence the others more #lysithea is currently like. my one shot unit *gestures at her with tears in eyes* isnt she amazing #okokok but adopted deers that i havent all recruited yet but. i am getting to it pls #ive been spamming the gifts i thinj ive giveb lin like at least 5 owl festhers #ive already recruited sylvain bc im not going to pass up the free chance to save one of them #ashe is. coming soon im just trying to milk any and all skills from faculty training. and also spamming gifts #felix i will drag him to deer by his pathetic ponytail #and caspar is coming too bc im not leaving him alone since lin is coming #look if i had the time and energy id recruit dorothea and bernadetta and ferdinand too but i d ont #every time i explore the monastery i find hubert and just. stand beside him for a bit #oh what could have been. choosing black eagles next time #rambling about stuff #rambling about fe #man ive had this game for two weeks and the brainworms have taken over #speedrunning claudeleth support as much as one can speedrun claudeleth support im still academy phasr #enjoying the semi peaceful times. eating food with my faves i must cook a meal eith ashe ehenever i can #its jusf so satisfying watching them slowly get mire and more powerful anf their bonds grow stronger and stronfger

[jayswing101]

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#went to mādahòkì farm to volunteer on friday #my task was to clear out the (invasive) grapevines and the other weeds growing around the fence in one of the horse paddocks #it was hot and sunny and i may have forgotten to drink enough water #i wasn't surprised to pass the heck out from heat exhaustion after coming home and showering #i also wasn't surprised to have some red patches on my skin afterwards - there's a couple spots that were stinging after touching a plant #I'm allergic to quite a few plants and even with allergy meds a mild reaction was expected #the redness wasn't super concerning either bc i also had my normal allergy things - niagara falls nose and sneezing and itchy eyes #what was a shock tho #was pushing my sleeves up 30 mins ago and finding more red spots and blisters on my arms #and then checking my legs and finding red spots and the start of blisters there too 😭 #i may have panicked thinking it was a pox of the monkey variety #but then i realised - hold up these blisters and red spots are where the stinging was on friday #and so i looked it up and it turns out if you touch a plant you're sensitive to and then expose that area to sunlight #you can get phytophotodermatisis #do not look at google image searches of this - the severe cases are v unpleasant to see #but i looked it up and those are the exact blisters i have - they look the same #and some of the plants that are known to cause phytophotodermatisis in everyone were plants that I pulled/cut at the farm #anyways. it's not been fun 😭 #moral of the story: maybe don't do weeding in a tshirt and shorts on a sunny day when you're allergic to plants?

[alteredphoenix]

The Ties That Bind Us

#tales of luminaria #armi's art #it's easy to look at celia & the observer and come to the conclusion they share a connection to origin #b/c she/they are the king of the primordials & both - or at least celia does - have god's eye #so having the blessings of a beast/person where GOD with the capital G is one of their names should be considered Very Important #but i wondered - what kind of connection would lazui have? #unfortunately there's very little we know of him to go off of to draw such conclusions #other than he seems to be...let's call him 'the patron beast' of gildllan #and him & aglaya seem to be the 2nd more important of the primordial beasts on the game's key visual next to origin #however i noticed that celia & august are the only two ppl to have notable changes to their eyes #and yet i don't see anybody talking about it - or at least none that i know of #which is curious b/c august's eyes change due to a serum #& celia's eye definitely changed after le sant but may or may not have been caused by her embleo #i always thought that was a parallel that went under the radar in the community - would be curious to know what the JPN side thinks #w/ michelle and august there is the usage of wolf iconography #mainly present in one of august's alternate weapon skins #but most notably in that of all the spells in michelle's repertoire wolves are the most recurring #it's also ironic that although michelle grew up in a land that reveres tarulhan - a sheep #which are generally meek but peaceful animals #she's very much a fiercely loyal girl who will stand her ground and fight for all her worth #to which these are some of the traits wolves are known for: their intellect & the desire to protect their pack - their family #these of which august also possesses #august embraces his cunning to claim the imperial throne in his quest for justice for his family #whereas while michelle is astutely sharp for her age she worries that embracing that wit makes her a bad person #and there's a part of her that considers her kindness to be a weakness - but that doesn't stop her from doing what she feels is right #even if that means going against authority for it a'la grace #so while idk what connection her & august would have to lazui on a magical level #i like to think they are tied to him on that intellectual spectrum #and more so than just michelle looking almost identical to lucina #traditional art

[gentlethorns]

btw 40k words today!!!! i originally estimated this work to be roughly 60k at the end of the first draft but now i think it will be longer. bc most of the juiciest parts of the story are still ahead of me so there's no way i have 2/3 of my total words already written

#she bork #novel 2024 #still feels like it is going SO slow bc i barely made any ground plot-wise today but i'm also really trying to give this project space and #time to breathe and air out; and i'm also being very firm about not going too crazy on daily words (most i've done in one day so far is 2.7k #and i don't think i'd let myself do more than 3k in a day) bc i really don't want to burn myself out. i want to stay consistent and steady #bc as soon as i start going 'well i wrote 4k yesterday so i can skip today i guess' i'm doomed. so i simply will not let it happen. but #still i'm impatient to edit!!!!!!!!!! ag whatever ik i'll get there. relax #ultimate goal is to be done w this manuscript's first draft by the end of may. and then start editing in like july after it has a couple of #months to stagnate so i can come back w fresh eyes

[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with sukuna. keyword; try.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. fluff, angst (+comfort). heian era. size difference (readers referred to as small). sukuna’s a bit mean, but he also has a soft spot for you. miscommunication ? it gets solved. reader gets called ‘woman, doll’.

“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs. you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.

you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.

the perfect man for that is sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.

“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer. sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic as well.

he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.

. . he still very much is.

“hug, please,” you remind him. the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.

that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it would be.

a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still cannot fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.

and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.

“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence. his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”

thus, it hurts. when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.

‘love is meaningless’, he said. you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.

but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.

you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.

you know and yet you’re patient.

“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.

sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.

you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.

“come back here, woman.”

sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

is he. . . upset?

“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you. you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”

sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.

the sorcerer doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.

love is complicated.

“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”

silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.

you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other could follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.

“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head. your eyes are fixed on the back of your lover. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response. you whine at that, “put me down!”

“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”

your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.

his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is.

sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.

especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.

“oh, you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity. the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.

sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away. he leans in and bites your lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”

that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.

those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.

“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”

he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.

that’s also something that brings you comfort.

you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you. ‘that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.

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