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Something There - Akaza x Fem! Reader Chapter 1: Something There

Author's note: So, I'm trying this for the first time, please bear with me for any mistakes, but PLEASE read the warnings and tags before reading as this fic d o e s touch on very mature and sensitive topics in mental health ;w; My purpose in writing this series is to tell a story as well as to give readers a relatable, realistic experience with bad mental health struggles along with a loving message in regards to that, so please be sure you're doing alright enough to proceed ;w; <3 I've never shared any of my fanfics on Tumblr before nor am I super apt at using this platform, so I'm not sure how this will turn out, but I thought maybe I should give it a try ;u; I hope you guys like the first chapter to my Akaza fic! ;w; <3

If you'd like to continue onto the next chapters available so far, you can find the rest of my fic cross-posted on AO3, FFN, Wattpad and Quotev! Links are down below! c: <3

Synopsis:

Loneliness and guilt can lead people down a painful spiral of darkness which is often times difficult to crawl out of. It can be suffocating to the point of which your thoughts are no longer your own. At least, they're not what you would recall them to be now that the person you once were is gone. Mourning and grievances can escalate and deepen the slope of self-destruction and self-loathing, pushing you further into an abyss of quicksand your fingers can't claw into no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out to make things right.

No matter what _______ did to reconcile for her mistakes, nothing ever made the emptiness and hurt within her go away. Life lost its meaning, and with it, the Slayer's will to continue had faded as well.

She had become so desperate, she convinced herself a demon of the twelve Kizuki was her only solution to make the torment end; to pull her from the quicksand and let her slip in a senseless dream.

To most, it would have been crazy, but to her? It was the last chance she had to make things right and to pay for the sins she could never undo.

Funny how a demon was the answer to prayers like that.

Rating: M for Mature.

Warnings:

THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS THOROUGH DIALOGUE ABOUT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND TENDENCIES ALONG WITH DIALOGUE OF SELF-LOATHING. IF YOU'RE IN A DARK OR VULNERABLE PLACE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE PASSED THIS POINT.

This fic also contains depictions of violence and gore. Don't know to what extent I should label it, so I'll just say that it's definitely in there (not that it would really stand out in a series like Demon Slayer).

The fic also goes into details about the Mugen Train arc so, spoilers ahead. It also slightly hints to stuff about Akaza's background - not in tons of detail, but there's hints.

CHAPTER TWO

Word count: 9,671

Cross-posts: AO3, FFN, Wattpad and Quotev (I am most active on AO3! <3)

Chapter 1: Something There

There was a light breeze this evening, blowing with the lovely scent of not-so-distant blooming wild flowers. The sky was cloudless, unobstructed and ornamented with an endless array of dazzling stars which freely blinked with detached innocence amongst their vast, endless world of obsidian depths. The moon – large and full – rested right in the middle of the spectacle, shinning its soft, ethereal light onto the earth’s plane of existence like a blanketed gift from Heaven. Underneath its brilliant light was an open plain of grass, long and feather-like with the blades which fluttered and danced hand-in-hand with the wind whom swept them from their rooted dance floor. All the while, from a distance, an audience of ancient cedar watched, their leaves restlessly enthused to join and encourage the ballet from where they stood so admiringly.

In all respects, the setting was awe-inspiring. A place most people would envision when thinking of a landscape bathed in peace and serenity. A place one could run away to so as to fall amongst the swaying blades, to roll along with them in their reality and giggle out joyous fantasies with the nearby cedar in a private, heavenly world of their own. A place where one could lay back, arms splayed, eyes to the sky, dreaming of an exciting, blissful (maybe even euphoric) future.

It should be a place drizzled in otherworldly wonder.

It should be a place of refuge.

A place people can go to by choice for a night of delight and mindful wondering – but there on the ground, viewing it all from a perspective so polar opposite from the view from Heaven, the scene came off in a completely different light.

The grass was coarsely grabby, edged with sticky little weeds which clung at her clothing as she dragged her feet across the hardened soil. Her body screamed cries of overexertion, protesting wildly and cacophonously against its owner, begging for a rest like the one the stars and moon dreamed of, but she knew she was beyond that point of grace.

The soft, white glow from the seemingly engorged moon only served to illuminate her path. It was leading her towards a destination every sane thought in her head told her to run away from, but the stronger voice in her edged her to strive for even beyond the painful exhaustion she felt seeping into her very bones.

The stars may as well not even be there. To her, they certainly weren’t. She never bothered acknowledging them when she stepped onto the plain. She knew they were there, by logic, but to see and actively acknowledge them would be a cruel reminder of the beauty of life that was so fleeting.

The sweeping wind reminded her of that sense of inescapable mourning for something that was lost long ago, the way it pushed through the spaces between her fingers even as she let them hang loosely by her sides, mocking her weakness and fragility. It reminded her of the things and moments she allowed to slip through those very gaps time and time again before this very moment in time within that desolate field.

The audience of cedar, much closer now than they had been before, swayed in precarious gestures, almost as if whispering amongst themselves before – suddenly – waving at her with urgency as a warning not to enter the land they shielded her from.

She, however, paid no mind to the warnings they attempted to heed her. Her eyes, though vacant and void of emotion, simply stared forward beyond the gaps in between their thick, barky bodies into the inky black deep within the land of densely packed cedar. The only time she listened to her aching body to stop for a moment was when she reached the edge of the forest.

Her right hand weakly pressed against the bark of the nearest tree, rough against her palm. Her body greedily leeched off of the support the chivalrous cedar provided by collapsing against it a mere second or two afterwards. She whimpered pathetically as her battered side collided with the rough bark, her breaths coming out heavier for a moment while she tried with the miniscule amount of willpower left in her to compose herself.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

Her teeth gritted painfully, her eyes shut tight, but she focused her breathing. She focused effectively, just as she had been taught and trained to, successfully alleviating some of the pain which screamed from deep within her core. When the world around her began to make more sense to her sightless senses beyond that of the pounding in her ears is when she allowed herself to gaze into the darkness once more.

Likewise, it was then that she had picked up on the pungent scent of blood creeping into her reality like invisible tendrils of poisonous vines come to destroy the idea of anything like a flower in a world like hers.

Flowers.

HA!

What a silly idea for something like that to exist in a moment like this.

Still, she was undeterred by the iron-noted scent. She had grown eerily accustomed to it over the course of time she had dedicated within her uniform. It was simply a sign of a cruel world; a reminder of how temporary everything was.

She was well aware the scent typically spelled out ‘danger’ and a definite threat within the near vicinity, and for a person like her who was so worn and tattered, it urged for her to turn back to run almost in an audible whisper.

Was it the cedar talking in the blood’s behalf? The chitter-chatter of their leaves fluttering deterrently, begging for her to reconsider?

Blatantly, she ignored.

She pushed herself off of the tree she leaned against and forced her body to continue forward. Quickly, as she slipped beneath the thick canopy of the forest, the moon and stars ceased to exist. Though she hadn’t actively acknowledged them when passing through the field, their absence was prevalently notable as soon as the branches of cedar roofed her within their mysterious home. The world around her grew as dark as the one thriving in her head, teeming with a life she was unaware of and instinctually afraid of.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

The fear was quickly swallowed up by the inky sensation of disassociation. It had only served to exist a few moments in the back of her head, wondering aloud what she might run into on the way to the finish line she had drawn for herself, but it just as quickly fell to a numbing silence. Her head filled with fog and quiet, aiding in the subsiding of the gooseflesh which had momentarily sprouted along the length of her arms.

There was nothing to be afraid of. She had planned this shortly after she found out about what dwelled in this area. For a long time, she had been dreaming of a way out of the nightmare that is her daily life she could not escape from, and just like that, as destined by fate, the solution had fallen onto her lap through speculating whispers and murmurs from people in the nearby village about the things which sometimes dwelled in the cedar forest. It had been a hunch, a possibility with an equal possibility of it being something else entirely which the villagers spoke of, but something inside of the young woman told her this was definitely what she had been hoping for since everything had first started going downhill.

As she dragged her feet and trudged deeper and deeper into the abyssal world she walked through like a stranger in a town she didn’t belong in, she picked up on the sounds of creatures moving in the dark. Creatures she didn’t come here to see today. She could sense their presences in her flesh and bone, humming and vibrating with their being to force her awareness on them. She, however, chose to force her awareness of them into silence.

No, she didn’t come here for just any demon.

She came here tonight for a very specific one.

One she knew was stronger than any other she had ever faced or heard of thus far.

The one that would be the perfect and quick solution to her problem.

I could just stop walking, she thought as she dragged the top of her foot along the dirt beneath her to force it in front of her for another agonized step forward. It hurts to walk, anyway. I could just stop here, let any of the ones following me right now do away with me. End the nightmares already…She shook her head, forcing her steps to gain a bit of haste, though she made no move for her Nichirin sword sheathed at her side – her only true form of defense in the midst of an infestation like the one she ventured into. No. The weaker ones are cheekier than all hell. They like to play with their prey and food. They’ll make it worse for me than it needs to be. No, I’ll get to him and have him do it fast. I’m fairly certain he does it for sport, and with a demon as ridiculously strong as him, I probably wouldn’t even feel it when it happens. If the worst happens and the rumors are wrong…well…the others still remain an inescapable option at this point. One way or another, I’ll be able to pay for my weaknesses. I’ll make it up to them all. The nightmares will end and I’ll slip away like I should’ve so long ago.

The thought caused her brow to furrow as the sorrowful emotion she seemed tied to the hip with washed over her. It felt suffocating, like she had been forced down a waterfall and the harsh waves just kept battering onto her over and over, leaving her sore in every possible way. Before everything got as bad as it had, when everything was still so fresh and explicit in her mind, the feeling would’ve caused tears to surface in her eyes. She would’ve collapsed and bawled, a soul-raking kind of cry that shook her to her very spirit, rattling the human frame caged within her skin. A mournful sound and act of hopelessness to help her cope and allow her body to wash out the pain that was so endless and vast.

Not this time, though.

She hadn’t cried like that in a very long time.

The last time she had shed those kinds of heartbreaking tears was when her best friends had died on the field, a small group sent out to protect the very village she trekked from right now. There were demons terrorizing the villagers for weeks, people going missing in the forest leaving nothing behind but their screams in the night. Her squad arrived, eager and confident in their abilities to aid the people they had been sent to save…Yet, in the end, the ones who needed saving were them.

She could remember it as though it had happened just yesterday. The blood of her friends slowly dripping from her hands as she had desperately tried to stem their bleeding when the demon had coward off because of the rising sun. She could remember how loud she had cried for help to the point that her throat felt bloody and raw, how desperately she had begged with her friends not to die on her. Not to leave her. Not to let her weak and feeble attempt at protecting them and the villagers be the reason they were going.

Not to let them jumping in to save her be the reason they died in her arms.

Unfortunately, it was a request neither of them could fulfill for her.

By the time help arrived, they were gone. Nothing left but corpses in her arms staring blankly towards dawn.

She cried harder than she ever had that day. The only people she had ever considered family – the only people she had close to her left in a world so bleak – had been ripped away from her when they came to her aid; all because she couldn’t defend herself.

All because she allowed herself to believe she had the upper hand.

All because she allowed herself to get cocky.

All because she left her blindside wide open.

PATHETIC, PATHETIC, PATHETIC! You don’t deserve to be alive! It should’ve been YOU who died that day, not THEM!

Her head lulled from side to side as the harsh thought rang in her mind, reminding her time and time again that she wasn’t worthy of their sacrifice; that they had bestowed a value on her insignificant life she had no clue what she did to earn.

“I know…” She sucked in a harsh breath, her eyes fluttering for a moment from the pain radiating in her with each step she took. The recent fight to defend the village from demons had left her body a tattered and bruised mess beneath her uniform, barely able to do anything without nearly collapsing every few minutes. It had been going nonstop for many nights now, these harsh, numerous battles. Battles she felt tied to finish in memory of the ones she lost during the original mission. A sort of reconciliation she was aware would never amount to wash away the sins she’s committed towards the ones who loved her most, but the beating her body received every night…it felt well-earned.

“I know…” She repeated, her lip quivering as the shaken breath left her. “I-I know I don’t…”

The forest around her began to giggle and chuckle through the dark. Cheeky, mischievous whispers floated from cedar to cedar as the sensation of a million pairs of eyes staring her back down crept through her veins. By instinct, her senses had heightened again, becoming more and more aware of the things following her and gossiping about her, laughing about how easy it would be to rush in and end her right there, but deciding to play around with their food to prolong the inevitable through a torturous mind game.

I’m not scared to die. I haven’t been for a long time. I’m not afraid. None of this scares me. They can’t do anything to me I haven’t felt already in a million different ways. I. Am not. Afraid.

The laughter in the woods grew louder, almost as though they had peeked into her mind and read her thoughts. Mocking her. Gossiping about the reality she tried to hide behind her lies.

She tried her best to ignore the gossip. Her nails dug into bark as her hands pressed and pushed her feebly from tree to tree, each one she passed by close enough aiding on her course of self-destruction despite their previous warnings. The grass and weeds around her feet clung to her clothing just as they had done on the open plain, tugging at her harder and with more persistence the deeper into the void she propelled herself. Her dragging feet pulled away from them each and every time, deadest on reaching the end of what the woods attempted to protect her from.

Nothing could deter her from her quest, and the only thing which caused her pause and hesitation in her trek so deep within the darkness was the sound of a collapsing cedar a short distance away.

The timber was dissonant and jarringly crackling like booming thunder. When the massive cedar collided with the ground, the entire forest appeared to shake and tremble in protest of its fallen extremity. The living cedars chittered and waved in anxious, shrill cries before the world around her plummeted into deafening silence. Even the laughter and gossip had ceased from the demons she knew remained close by. She was sure they had been toying with her, but from the sound of the collapsing cedar, it appeared she had found what she sought, and the affirmation of his existence deep within the desolate forest forced them into fearfully respectful silence.

She stared ahead, leaning against a tree once more, watching intently through her vacant gaze for further movement. Her panted breath was all she could hear for a few moments, and her heart had plummeted into the abyss of her stomach when a thought crossed her mind.

Maybe it was just a random tree that was about to fall. Maybe nothing really caused it to fall other than an old injury to its bark. Maybe the rumors are just that: rumors. Maybe I’m stuck with my terrible plan B after all.

The thunderous sound of yet another falling cedar, however, told her she was wrong. The quick succession didn’t sound natural, nor did the way the woods reverberated with the collapse. There was something else there, something else that caused a third tree to quickly fall right afterwards as well.

Her heart jumped to her throat with anxious hope that the rumors were true after all. The silence around her from the demons whom followed her up to this point also inclined her to believe it to be so.

It has to be him. She pushed herself off of the tree she rested against, quickening her steps towards the trembling trees and earth-shattering commotion ahead. Please let it be him. Please don’t be another lesser demon. Please don’t play with my emotions like this. Not now. Not again.

Her breaths puffed out faster now, shaken with the effort from her quaking, hobbling form. She could barely keep going. If this wasn’t him, whoever it was would have to do away with her, because her body couldn’t carry her much further. No one would miss me, anyway. The village would be better off with a different Slayer there to defend them. I’m useless to them. I’ve been able to keep the demons at bay thus far, but I can’t anymore. They’ll be fine until they send someone else tomorrow. I would be a hindrance if I had stayed behind. At least with me being here, the demons can entertain themselves watching me with him instead – or coming after me themselves if it really isn’t him. GOD, please let it be him.

Unsettled by her desperate thoughts, she shook her head as firmly as she could before forcing herself to focus once more so she may sense the beings in her surroundings. As soon as she did, the vibrations in her bones shook her like an earthquake, nearly toppling the already beaten woman onto the forest floor like the falling cedar ahead. She reached out, clawing her nails deeply into a nearby tree one more time, her arms hugging tightly around it as her knees buckled beneath her. She whimpered with struggle, trying with all her might to stay on her feet against the mighty cedar, but through it all, her eyes had stayed fixated on the area the fallen trees were plummeting from. The strength of the demon ahead was…terrifying. She knew he had to be, considering he was of the higher ranks of Muzan’s twelve Kizuki, but that it felt like this without any kind of confrontation? For a second, it caused the thought of reconsideration to cross the woman’s mind as freezing fear raced through her being to solidify her in place. Her eyes were widened despite their vacant state and her teeth clattered and chattered together with her trembling.

Remember what’s waiting for you outside of this forest even if you do somehow manage to make it out alive. The life you chose to leave behind. None of it is worth it anymore. You’re pitiful to feel this damn afraid of something you’ve plotted so thoroughly, but it’s a natural response. I can’t think of many people who wouldn’t shake at the sense of this ridiculous amount of demonic presence…

She took a deep, calming breath at the thought, the sound of the falling cedar becoming background noise to her. Nodding slowly to herself, she pushed forward one last time and began to drag her feet towards the man she now had no doubt was there. No lesser demon would even come close to the essence she picked up on, so at least that thought was calming in its own regard.

Keep walking. Keep going. You’re almost there. You won’t feel this pain or fear for much longer.

She pushed herself through a few bushes now, her shoulder bumping against another cedar as a small clearing gradually came into her line of vision through the foliage ahead of her.

Within the clearing was the finish line.

The demon she had come here to see.

The end of her quest.

The answer to her prayers and the consequence of her sins.

Akaza.

The name rang in her mind from memory at the sight of his muscular frame and head of short, disheveled salmon-toned hair. His back was facing her, his concentration mainly set on the cedars before him which his fists continuously connected with, causing for them to fall one after the other. Sometimes, he’d mix things up with kicks as well, his form rock solid and unmovable with each strike he landed. It appeared as though he were training a form of martial art which, in retrospect, came off rather odd to her if she really thought about it. A demon training his skills as though he were human when the amount of strength he actually harbored was beyond humanity in all definitions of the word? Maybe it was just something he enjoyed to do, beating the life out of tree after tree. Whatever it was, it didn’t really matter. What mattered is that he was really there. The rumors were true and the finish line was now within reach.

She had heard of his battle and unfortunate victory against the Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku, through her Kasugai Crow. It had been widespread news when it happened. It spread like wildfire from Slayer to Slayer, the heartbreaking loss of a man so kind and great like Rengoku leaving a gaping hole many knew not how to fill.

In all regards, she should hate him. This demon. This disgrace and mistake on the face of the planet which only lived to cause pain and suffering to humanity. She should despise him with every fiber in her being – and when the news first reached her, she did. She wanted nothing more than to gain news of his defeat and demise while she mourned the death of the Hashira amongst fellow Slayers at the time.

Right now, however?

He was an antidote to her.

A sweet remedy she was desperate to taste.

A consequence she knew she fully deserved – and the desperation she felt for him to give it to her already only made her feel even less worthy of living on than she already did.

How could she want this so badly?

How could she be this desperate?

How could she be so disrespectful to the memory of Rengoku and the entire Demon Slayer Corps as to seek this demon out for the sole purpose of taking away the breath from her lungs?

Something anyone who knew him would quickly give up in return for Rengoku’s life.

If I could, I would trade places with him in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I know I’m unworthy and completely incomparable to him, but if it were possible, I would give my life in exchange for his. He deserved to live. He deserved a happy life. He deserved a lovely future. He deserved every good thing in the universe because of how much of an amazing man he truly was. So, why is it fair that an extraordinary person like Rengoku had to die, but a pathetic excuse for human life like me is allowed to keep going? It isn’t fair. God…please let me trade…Take me instead. Give us back Rengoku, let me rewind time, put me on the Infinity Train and let me take his place against Akaza. Let me give the world that kindness before I go…

Alas, even if it were possible to do as such, she knew Rengoku would’ve never allowed it. He would have saved her just like he had everyone else on that train.

Just like he had given his life to accomplish for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.

I’m sure if he were alive, he’d probably scold me for the thoughts I’m having. He’d probably start giving me one of his zealous pep talks, too, about not giving up so I can keep moving forward in the memory of them…He always had such a warm energy to him…So much hope, courage and perseverance in a world so bleak and scary. I wish I could’ve been like you. I’d like to believe I might be lucky enough to meet you in the afterlife…but…I don’t feel like I deserve to go where you’ve gone.

Her head lowered in shame, the quivering of her lip returning with vengeance. It was then she noticed just how many fallen trees were scattered in this clearing Akaza was training in. So much so, it made her believe the small clearing only existed because of him now, quickly growing in size with each massive cedar he brought to its knees. From up close, the shattering wood caused her ears to ache, the actual quaking fall forcing a flinch from her out of reflex.

Looking up from the litter of fallen trees, she watched as the demon stood up straight and rolled his shoulders after the last cedar he had beaten into submission. He turned his head to one side with a satisfying crrrrrack before turning to the other with the same result.

In his momentary pause, she found the will in herself to force her feet to walk forward again. She found it a bit difficult to maneuver around the fallen trees, her aching body screeching at her now with painful protest each time she jumped herself over one of them. There was no way at this point that the demon of the Upper Moons hadn’t become aware of her presence. She was sure he knew she was there long before she even showed up at this clearing he was making, but if he hadn’t, the raucous of her fumbling over logs and crunching leaves and twigs beneath her feet had certainly alerted him of her approaching presence.

She could tell, because he made no move to continue his training against the cedar no matter how much closer she got to him.

No, he didn’t move until she was right behind him, having somehow managed the hurdle of the final cedar at their feet.

If she hadn’t been before, she was definitely passed the point of no return now.

From up close, she could take in his details a lot better. Markings ran all across his skin, many of which disappeared under the cover of his baggy clothing. From behind, the ones which caught her attention most were the rings encircling his throat, visible still from the back of his neck. That, and the stained ends of his fingers and bare feet, his nails all tinted in a deep red color. All of it contrasted heavily with his pale skin tone and softly colored locks of hair which swayed just the smallest bit with the light breeze sweeping through the woods, offset even further by the reddened pearls ensnared around his ankles.

It was an odd thought, but the combination of his natural colors was a pleasant one. It was a strange sentence which floated in her mind for several moments because of how bizarre it actually was.

She supposed if she would give herself up to a demon, she would rather he didn’t look as terrifying as they come.

At the very least, there was something soothing about the softness in his palette. It almost felt like he belonged in this landscape, really, jumping out of the scenery like a painting in a black and white book.

“This is a surprise,” His rough, masculine voice broke through the silence, causing for the woman’s eyes to shift sharply to the back of the demon’s head. “You Slayers sure are interesting. Coming after me in my own domain like this? Can’t say you’re very good at sneaking up on the enemy, though. Might want to work on that.” He remarked, noticeably disinterested.

Why would he be interested? He didn’t even need to look at the Slayer to know they were weak. Their sounds of struggle as they traversed the fallen trees behind them told him all he needed to know. He had never been interested in fighting weakened opponents. Where was the fun in that? No, he wanted a challenge. Always seeking a new rival to combat and train with for years to come.

It’s a shame those damn Hashiras never chose to turn.

They really would’ve made the centuries so much more fun.

“I’m not interested in facing off, if that’s what you came here for.” He blatantly remarked. “You’re not worth the time, I already know that. If you want to pick a fight, have at it with any of the others in the woods, human.” With that, he readied his fighting stance once more, just as he had prepped himself with earlier. A few seconds after, quick as lightning, he struck the tree directly in front of him with his fist. No sound of effort emitted from him, but the mighty cedar fell backwards with agonized creaks and shatters from the single strike.

She, once again, flinched from the sound of the fall, her eyes turning to look at the defeated cedar before turning back to Akaza once more. A part of her was somewhat surprised that he didn’t care that a human was standing behind him as a perfectly easy target, but another part reckoned that might have been to be expected from someone of his prowess.

It simply reaffirmed the facts she already knew to be true.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to do next. Something in her hadn’t expected to make it this far. She had been convinced, in the back of her mind, that the night would end with her devoured by some random lesser demon in the woods before she could ever hope to stumble upon Akaza. Somehow, someway, fate had listened to her begging and delivered, but now that she found him, what exactly was she supposed to do? Wasn’t this supposed to be as easy as she always envisioned it to be? Wasn’t handing herself over to a demon supposed to quickly fall into the same pattern of blood, violence and gore?

Another tree fell in the midst of her thoughts, this time vanquished by a curt kneeing from the demon. This time, she didn’t flinch, stuck in her head, her eyes focused on the markings on the back of Akaza’s neck.

“You’re still here.” He remarked with a deep sigh, annoyance laced in his tone as he straightened to stand up tall. “Why are you still here? You’re no challenge to me. I assume you got business with me, but let’s be real here, you and I both know how things will end if you really want to try, little Slayer.”

“I…I-I do. That’s why I’m here…” She finally found her voice, deciding she would follow the flow life decided to toss her way right now.

Akaza’s entire demeanor shifted at the sound of her. He startled in place, stiffening from the unexpected feminine voice which carried itself so dimly through the breeze. By instinct, he had assumed the Slayer whom came to so (stupidly) boldly stand before him was a man looking for a fight. He had made a few short guesses in the moment he had spoken to her, wondering if maybe it had been someone from the Corps come to avenge someone he had taken down. He wouldn’t have been surprised; it’s happened before. Nevertheless, he certainly did not expect a woman to approach him for battle tonight.

Slowly, he turned on his heels, his odd, golden hued gaze, marked by the beast, coming to meet with hers. It didn’t take him long to take in the state she was in and to guess she was in no condition to put up any kind of fight, let alone with him if that’s really what she came out here to achieve. She had a noticeably heavy limp, most of her body weight balanced on her left foot. Her facial expression looked worn, spent and drained of all energy. Her Nichirin sword, a blade lethal to demons like him, remained sheathed at her side and she showed zero interest in pulling it out in any form of defense. Her uniform was one he was all too familiar with, having already guessed she was a Slayer long before he ever came to face her because of the distinctive scent of the cloth and the sound of her blade hitting her leg with each move she made.

Despite the roughened exterior, she was extremely feminine. A woman in all forms of the word. Her face was full, cheeks lusciously round with large doe eyes adored by long, fluttering lashes. Her lips, though pulled into a desperate frown due to the state she was in, were plush and pink, lightly pursed with the face she was making. Her hair was thick and tinted in (hair color) which shimmered in the light from the moon he had allowed entrance into the forest within their plain. Her uniform consisted of a knee-length skirt and the typical top he was accustomed to seeing on the Slayers, though it definitely filled out more with the curves of her womanly figure, the color of her legs contrasting heavily from her attire as well.

A woman. He thought to himself, dumbly.

He remained silent, completely taken aback by this predicament. He simply stared at the woman with his widened dual-colored eyes, trying to figure her out from where he stood.

“I know I’m no challenge for you,” She eventually spoke up again, her voice quiet, just there for him to hear. “I know you could…so easily do away with me…You could just…j-just end it all in a second if you wanted to, really…” She muttered, trailing off for a moment as her gaze shifted to the side despondently. “But that’s why I’m here. I…I-I don’t want to put up a fight…” Her gaze shifted back to look him in the eye, her composure quickly faltering and falling as she, quite literally, stared death in the face.

“I want you to kill me…Do what you will, eat me or just do it for the sport of it, b-but…kill me…”

Tears were beginning to surface in her eyes now, quickly blurring her vision before overflowing down the curve of her cheeks. All the while, her expression fell with them, her lips pulling into agonized whimpers as she forced the words out of her raw throat.

“I-I don’t want to be alive anymore,” She openly sobbed at the demon, a creature she knew wouldn’t care, but letting out the thoughts that had been screaming in her head for so long to anyone who would listen was better than letting them die in her head with her. “I d-don’t deserve to be alive, s-so just do it…Do it…!” She was sobbing now, her knees buckling heavily, causing for her sword to clatter loudly at her side. Out of desperation, she reached out to tightly grip at the demon’s loose haori in both of her fists, her legs finally giving out from underneath her.

Just like the mighty cedar, she collapsed with a loud thud that caused her world to quake, and through her blurred vision, she stared up at the man who would finish the job to let moonlight shine through when she was gone.

“K-kill me, take away my breath, wipe me out of existence! P-please, just make it stop! M-make the pain stop! I should’ve died ages ago, but I’m here and it isn’t fair! I don’t deserve to be here! Please, p-please…! I came to you myself, o-on a silver platter, it w-would be so…s-so easy to make it all end here tonight…! PLEASE! DEVOUR ME!” She pulled tightly on his haori, her eyes never leaving his in her pathetic state. She pleaded with him in all ways she thought she could, hoping to elicit some excitement and thrill of the kill in the powerful demon she clung to.

Anything to make the pain stop.

Anything to do away with the agony.

Anything to make the nightmare end.

Anything to stop the loneliness and guilt.

Anything to get what she so rightfully deserved.

Akaza, in turn, stared down at the human woman feeling an uncomfortable sense of foggy nostalgia. It wasn’t in the things she was saying or the desperation in her pleading, but from the tears and the hopeless look in her eyes. There was something…there. It was just out of reach in his mind, tickling his memories, whispering to him of times that never came to be nor came to exist. Yet, the nostalgia still rang.

Why did the nostalgia ring?

He didn’t know, so he continued to stare at the young woman, at a loss on how to react or respond. He made no move to touch her, simply looking down at her with an unreadable expression which more so teetered in the direction of bewilderment. After a moment’s consideration, he raised his hands hesitantly, confused on what he was supposed to do about the sobbing woman who now lowered her head deeply towards her chest as her body curled closer to the ground. Her arms remained outstretched above her, clinging to his haori as she openly cried her tears into the grassy ground of the woods.

He thought about removing her hands from his haori, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His hands lingered just above hers, his tainted fingers slightly trembling with indecisive energy, but he couldn’t bring himself to place them on hers to pry her off of him. In all his years of living as a demon, he had never had anyone so desperately seek him out to kill them like this. In battle, sure, when his opponent was mangled yet conscious enough to feel it all, but never so forward, out of the blue nor on purpose like this.

His lips parted with the attempt of speech, but no sound came from him. His mouth simply remained slightly agape before coming to a close a few seconds afterwards. The woman’s sobs had grown louder now, letting everything out she had buried within, and the sound of her heartbreak and loss of a will to go on caused for him to feel an incredible sense of growing unease and discomfort.

Was it pity he felt? He didn’t know, but he definitely felt something through this moral code of his.

Despite her distraught and the odd sensation it caused to bubble in him, Akaza had still caught on to the stirring of life in the woods around them. The sound of the woman must have caught the attention of the demons nearby. Did they really think it was such a good idea to encroach in his space? Apparently, at least one of them did. His eyes darted to the left as it shifted fast through the foliage before leaping out a second after in a bellowing flash of mindless hunger.

The sound of its heavy footsteps and soul-shattering bellow reached her viciously, jarring her in place as her eyes widened to stare at the ground beneath them through her constant tears. She only had seconds left to look up and see the beast that was running towards the two of them on all fours, all sense of sanity completely lost from the monstruous maw it held outstretched and salivating for her flesh.

Its fingers dug deeply into the ground each time its palms slammed onto it, booming repeatedly like massive drums straight out of the deepest depths of Hell. Its skin was covered in bulging, bright red blisters, pulsing and shifting with its savagely brusque movements. When its feet propelled it forward, it caused the fallen trees in its way to scatter wildly on either side of its massive rampaging form, slamming into the sides of the standing cedars near its position. It had three eyes – two where you expected them to be, and the third on its forehead, all of which stared wildly ahead of it. It sunk and registered in her the moment she saw them that its sights were primarily set on her, the only human in the forest, frail and vulnerable like a newborn lamb with a broken ankle left for dead.

Plan B was literally stomping towards her at the speed of sound and brutally forcing itself into her reality, whether she wanted it to or not.

In those split seconds before the collision, Akaza had moved before either of the two could notice. He had found the nerve in him to push her hands off of his haori for the sole purpose of planting his feet wide and strong on the ground in front of her. The sound of the earth cracking beneath his soles filled the air as his face morphed to one of sickened anger and his breath steadily left him through his nostrils. His hands moved so quick, their figures seemingly disappeared into thin air until they came to grapple onto one of the charging, deranged demon’s reaching arms. Without flinching, he lifted the massive creature into the air with little effort, the veins in his muscular arms bulging underneath his skin as he turned and slammed the beast into the cemetery of fallen cedar beside himself and the woman at his feet. A massive crater formed beneath its bulky, writhing body when it landed, the impact forcing the shattering of the earth beneath them to deepen and worsen dramatically.

With ease, he tugged strongly on the demon’s arm until it riiipped and tore from its socket. The atmosphere filled with its ear-shattering screech as blood splattered through the air with his curt yank of its enormous arm, but Akaza was unconvinced. He tossed the dismembered appendage into the woods as the beast roared in outrage and began to stand itself up, but before it could get itself very far, he had stomped his foot down ruthlessly on its chest, crushing bones beneath its skin from the force of the leisure blow. He pushed and pushed until the struggling monstruous being was buried in crackling earth. Meanwhile, its remaining arm attempted to reach for him and the woman while the other slowly began to regenerate at the bloodied stub. Promptly, Akaza gripped at its wrist, his fist crushing the bones in the demon’s arm as he, once again, ripped it from its socket as easy as ripping a paper in two.

“You’re new,” He let out in a low, husky, rough tone, eyes wide and staring into the mindlessly violent gaze the demon stared back into his as its own blood steadily began to pool in its crater. “So, I guess your stupidity in thinking you can rush into my space to take something from me is something you can do without an issue makes sense – but that isn’t the case anymore, is it?” He cocked his head to the side, raising his foot and stomping it back down onto the struggling, incoherent demon beneath him. Its bellows had never stopped from the moment Akaza had pinned it to the ground, the sound rattling the foundation of the forest, but it didn’t affect the Upper Moon in any way other than through annoyance and rage.

“I should give you a warning,” He mused, tutting as his foot stomped into the beast once again, forcing its chest to cave in on itself, blood pooling much faster in its crater; a morbid puddle of grotesque proportions. “Let you off with a tap on the wrist,” He reached down, eyes widening up further as the frown on his face deepened when his hand came to grip at the demon’s scraggly head of hair. It came off as though it had been a man before it was turned, and naturally, that made it even more enraging to him. Roughly, he tugged on the demon’s hair, forcing it to raise its head to properly look at him in the midst of its feral, bloody struggles. “That sounds fair, doesn’t it? Maybe I would have if it had just been me. Maybe I wouldn’t have thought twice about you. Maybe I would have let you scurry off without a second thought – but it’s not just me, is it? No, it isn’t. You came out here and charged at her, didn’t you?” He nodded his head, answering his own question as he reached down with his free hand to grip onto the beast’s jaw which hung wide at its snapping, open maw.

“Yeah, you did.”

Mercilessly, his grip tightened on its jaw and yaaanked backwards, tearing the bone and flesh right off of its skull in his iron grip. “You wanted to attack her, didn’t you? Eat her alive? Swallow her whole? Alleviate that disgusting salivation dripping from your mouth? Can’t say I’m surprised, but really,” He laughed humorlessly, tossing the bloodied jaw in his hand into the forest. “You should seriously know better with me here.” Pulling his bloodied foot out of the demon’s concaved chest, Akaza let out a heated breath and scowled deeply. “You sicken me. I hope your regeneration is quick,” He remarked, looking towards the stubs of the demon’s arms and the unnatural groove in its chest where his foot had once been. They were yet to heal, leading him to believe its regenerative abilities were not that strong. A lesser demon in all regards. “You’re gonna need it. Now,” He reached down and grabbed at its twisting body, listening to the gurgled sounds it produced with the lack of a lower jaw. Lifting the beast into the air on both of his hands, Akaza planted his feet firmly on the ground once more, facing the forest ahead.

“Get the hell out of my sight!”

With a mighty heave, he sent the demon hurtling forward through the air, quickly colliding with a path of cedars, easily smashing right through several rows of the thick, ancient trees long before the beast came to a brutal stop a good distance away. Akaza maintained his readied fighting stance, bringing his hands to the ready in front of him in case the demon was senseless enough to look for an actual fight.

It seemed that the beast was smarter than he thought, though, because as soon as it landed, it scrambled on its pathetically bubbling limbs before rushing into the forest to disappear in the dark.

After that, the world plunged into silence once more.

Not even the sound of insects minding their business in their microscopic world could be heard.

The young woman stared up at the Upper Moon’s back with a widened, horrified gaze. She was a crumpled heap on the forest floor, completely at this demon’s mercy, and the spectacle he had shown the Plan B demon was something that caused ice to crystalize through her veins. If he could be that vicious to one of his own kind, what’s to say he wouldn’t be equally as cruel with her? What’s to say he wouldn’t toy with her and inflict as much pain on her as he could just to watch her writhe and cry until he eventually got fed up with her enough to let her die? He was enraged so easily, so quickly…How would it feel? To have his strong hands wrap his ink-dipped fingers around her extremities similarly to how his pearls ensnared his ankles until he crushed her bones? To have him stomp down on her until parts of her caved in? To have him hurtle her through bark and cedar until she was nothing but a mess of human flesh and blood being soaked up by the soil?

She came to Akaza for a quick, painless death – but had she miscalculated?

Would a lesser demon like the one he just pulverized into submission have been more merciful?

Will a confrontation with him be unbelievable agony?

Would she feel every single thing he did to her until the life seeped out of her, or would adrenaline sink in and numb some of the pain by the time things got that bad?

The tears started flowing again, dripping down her chin and clinging to her eyelashes until she blinked them away. Her body started trembling violently as Akaza straightened to stand normally once more. When he turned to face her, a pitiful whimper forced itself out of her lips, her instincts making her kick her heels into the dirt to push her a few feet away from him uselessly.

COWARD, COWARD, COWARD! THE OTHERS HAD IT A MILLION TIMES WORSE THAN YOU! FACE YOUR FATE! ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES YOU SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVE!

When he started walking towards her, easily stepping over the carnage of blood and cedar, her heart sank for the millionth time tonight. It was happening. It was finally happening. He was going to heed to her request. He was going to give her what she came to him for – whether it was for better or for worse. Her crying came out broken and choppy now, her chest quickly puffing in and out from how hard it was for her to maintain a composed breath. When he was standing right in front of her, she shut her eyes tightly and allowed her head to hang low again, her shoulders heaving as she waited for the inevitable.

Several long, agonizingly slow seconds passed where nothing happened. She felt nothing, sensed nothing, heard nothing. She didn’t know what was scarier – the actual act of the kill or the anticipation for the blow that was to come. She supposed it wouldn’t matter either way soon enough.

The sound of crinkling leaves is what first broke the silence. The sound of movement. It was abrupt and didn’t last very long, but it was there and it was definitely caused by Akaza. Then, all of a sudden, in the dark of her tightly blocked vision, she felt his hands gently brushing his fingers along her wet cheeks until her face was cupped in a pair of roughly calloused, warm palms slickened with blood. A moment after, the feeling of his thumbs brushing her skin and painting it red tantalized her senses, causing for the eruption of gooseflesh to spread all over her arms. Despite the morbidity of it, the gesture from the demon somehow felt so…gentle. Soft. Tender. Almost…kind.

Could that even be real? Could that seriously even happen? A kind demon? A demon kind towards a human?

She knew of Nezuko’s existence, but from her vague understanding of the circumstances, she was a special case.

Akaza was in an entirely different category all on his own, not to mention his ranking with the twelve Kizuki.

No, this kind touch has to be a cruel joke…His palms, rough-skinned from his training and stained crimson from his brief, sadistic fight, cupping her tear-stricken face with this level of…compassion? Comfort? She didn’t even know how to label the feeling, but it was definitely something she had never envisioned herself labeling upon a demon’s touch.

Was he toying with her? Giving her a false sense of safety before he’d rip her head clean off of her body the way the Slayers’ blades cleanly sliced those of the demons off of theirs? After all, through the touches, she still felt that blood being caressed softly on her face, a cold and honest reminder of what exactly she was dealing with. Though the thought terrified her of the unknown oblivion which waited beyond living, curiosity bested her fear and willed her to open her eyes to look upon the world one last time.

Before her, Akaza had gotten on his knees to better stare down onto her frightened expression with a look of perplexed curiosity of his own. She struck what felt like olden memories in his head by the way she cried and sniveled. The sound strummed cords in him he didn’t know existed, long since dissolved in a past he couldn’t be entirely sure was once reality or something his dreams came up with when he rested in refuge away from the light of day – and now, as he gently stroked the skin of her face out of his own curious nature, the feeling brought other unknown instincts to life in him.

It had always been his moral code not to involve himself with human women. He wasn’t to fight with nor eat any of them, because that was simply the way he chose to live his life. It was a moral code he fiercely followed – what first brought it upon him, he wasn’t so sure. When he looked at the Slayer before him now, however, the image of her crying, frightened state answered a few of his questions in choppy phrases. Nothing linked quite well just yet, but he knew from the look of her that she came off…defenseless. He knew there had to be something strong in her by human standards, of course, that would amount to her becoming a Demon Slayer, but it was more than that. It was just…something else he couldn’t put his finger on. A strong desire to save the life she was so desperate to throw away.

Why would I want to do something like that? His brow furrowed slightly at the thought, his perplexed expression deepening. I don’t know you. You’re just some random human woman who stumbled into me with a ridiculous request. Why would I care? If you were anyone else – any other man I’d faced – I would have ended you on the spot…but there’s something in your eyes. Something…there.

But it was gone before he could grasp it in his mind. The memory dissipated like dust, drifting into the dark of his subconscious, leaving him only with the woman in front of him to make sense of the strange, growing protective feeling he had swelling in his chest.

“No.”

“…N…N-no…?” She repeated meekly, her voice forced out of her throat in a cautious, shaken tremble.

“No, I won’t kill you.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion and her lips parted, taken aback, surprised by the sudden answer to what she had begged him for. She stared at him for numerous, silent moments through the blurring tears in her eyes, unable to shake off just how bizarre that sentence sounded coming from a demon’s lips. Any demon would’ve leaped at the easy catch she came to offer tonight – one of which quite literally did. She had been completely positive that Akaza would have been similar. Maybe not as mindless nor deranged, but she had been convinced he would’ve reveled in the chance to play with easy prey. So…

“W-why not…?”

Akaza didn’t respond. He simply stared at her, one of his bloodied hands sliding further back on her cheek to allow his fingers to weave through her (hair color) locks. His striking dual-colored eyes practically stared right into her soul from how intently he observed and drank her in.

“Relax,” He spoke in a soft murmur. “I won’t hurt you.”

As the words left him, he pulled his hand back from her hair and stiffened it tightly, fingers straightened, before bringing it down firmly over the back of her neck.

She barely had a moment to really register what had just happened. The only thing she was able to notice in those few seconds before she lost consciousness was the powerful blow to her neck and the gentleness in the demon’s eyes. After that, the world slipped out from under her, gravity taking its toll and greedily pulling her towards its core. Akaza, however, caught her against his chest, having brought his arms down to wrap them around her waist so he could properly hold her to his larger figure. For a moment, he just held her, staring at the forest floor as his bloodied hands stained her uniform and her head lulled onto his shoulder. Again, there was something there. Something poking at his subconscious. Knocking at the door of his mind, cooing at him in seductive whispers to open up, but the door disappeared as soon as he attempted to reach out to let it in.

He turned his head to look at the woman in his grip and he squeezed her in closer to himself. This human woman felt…soft all over to hold. Warm. Plush. It was something he was unused to in contrast to his rigorous training, finely toned physique and all of the battles and missions he had been sent on over the course of the centuries he’s lived through. She was the complete polar opposite of everything he knew, really.

Not wanting to dwell too long in the confusing thoughts, he shook his head clear of them, bringing his focus back to the here and now. He stood up with her in his arms, shifting her in his grasp until he had her cradled in both of his arms up against his chest with her head resting on his bicep. Once he carefully settled her in, he began walking deeper into the forest of whispering cedar.

Any other demon would’ve devoured her on the spot, but he had no such desire.

For now, he had to get her the hell out of the forest to start saving her life.

Saving her life…What a strange thing for a demon to consider.

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Thank you so very much for making it this far! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to my fic! c: I appreciate it tons and I hope you're all doing well on your ends of the world and that you guys have loving support systems <3 Much love and hugs, God bless you all! \nwn/ <3

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stormee-jiiva · 4 months

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Through Fire & Blood III

Kyōjurō Rengoku x DragonRider!Reader

A/N

I've had this stored away a very long time in a dark corner where I completely forgot about it

So I'm finally going to post the last chapter I wrote for it and then this fic is up for adoption :3

Hope you enjoy this last chapter from me

Part One

Part Two

It wasn't until Kyōjurō was turning the corner to his home did he realise that you’d called him ‘Mister Loud Restaurant Man’. which had him grinning for a delectable little moment before the realisation that you didn't know his name came crashing down. That realisation was soon brutally crushed as another realisation came crashing down.

Kyōjurō didn’t know your name either. Kyōjurō had been walking on autopilot, lost oh so deep in the ocean of thoughts about the whole ordeal that didn't even realise he’d made it home, to his room in fact. He stood silently at his door, bewildered at how lost in his thoughts he’d become.

Putting on his sleepwear Kyōjurō replayed the scene in his head mulling over what he could’ve done differently. He lay down in his futon, his thoughts still swirling, however Kyōjurō was not one to linger on what ifs, so he decided to rectify his mistake with a deceptively simple idea. Exchanging names.

You had been wearing a delicate grin amongst your blooming cheeks with your head in the clouds–both literally and figuratively–since your little woodland encounter. Of course, your small band of friends had quickly noticed the change in behaviour.

“You know, for someone that just got knocked out of the sky, you seem awfully…giddy,” Arthur spoke, Your friends hummed in agreement before trying to pry answers from your stammering lips, all the while your dragon giggled in glee knowing the reason you were acting so unusual. It didn't take long for the rest of your team to start prying for details, each of them blasting you with question after question. At this rate they'd end up blasting you out of the sky with their constant stream of inquiries. As if you needed to be rapidly plummeting back to earth again today.

After the horrendous ride back you’d remained sat on your bed carefully tending to your dragon’s wounds. Being sure to make up a better splint for a more effective recovery. The night's events played ever looping in your mind, thoughts flooding your brain and spilling out your mouth. Your dragon half-heartedly listens to your worries. Of course it wasn't that the beast didn't care, they certainly did, It's just that you seemed a bit… hysterical about the topic at hand. Raving about how strange demons were and how stunningly heroic your rescuer had been. Your thoughts were spinning and you went with them spilling an endless sea from the depths of your mind out through your mouth. 'What's up with demons? Could they be connected to the hunter activity in the area? What about this Demon Slayer Corps? Could they help if the demons and hunters are connected? Would they? And then there was your oh so handsome saviour tonight… 'The way he swung his sword…' or 'how the brilliant flames seemed to make him appear ethereal��'

Your dragon rolled their eyes, oh boy were you hooked.

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The next time you meet it was certainly not at a restaurant. Although once upon a time it could've been. Kyōjurō has been sent to an old abandoned mansion near the coast that'd supposedly been cursed. People would see bright flashes from the far off abode combined with the most horrible screams and screeches. The corps had initially sent in a few teams to investigate but none had reported back. Now the corps was sending in the Flame Hashira.

You on the other hand were following up on hunter attacks with the rest of your team. You'd managed to narrow down possible hunter bases to 3 main points on the coast.

Over the next week the team would investigate each location to see if their suspicions were true.

#fictional reader #rengokukyojuro #rengoku x reader #dragon rider reader #x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #demon slayer rengoku #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer

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imakemywings · 1 year

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How about Galadriel and Celeborn for the ask meme?

Ooh yes okay let's see

Galadriel:

Galadriellllll what young girl did not watch the LotR trilogy and come away a little obsessed with Galadriel? Honestly one of my favorite things about her is that she's not unambiguously good? Like...Galadriel is shady af. That's only more true if you've read Silm. Did she partake in the Kinslaying at Alqualonde? Who's to say? She very explicitly sided with Feanor about leaving Aman because she wanted a kingdom of her own to rule. She was apparently willing to take the Teleri ships even after the kinslaying. She sits at the foot of Melian the Maia for probably a few centuries and then fucks off into the ether only to reappear in the Second Age with that realm she always wanted to rule.

And the pride! I don't totally remember if we get canon reasons for her sticking it out in Middle-earth but I enjoy the idea that she refuses a pardon to return to Aman after WoW because she thinks she doesn't need a pardon and she cannot handle what she perceives as the shame of returning home and admitting they made mistakes. So instead she stays in Middle-earth until the end of the Third Age when she has finally matured enough to set aside her pride and accept the offer to go home and she is so excited. I'm not sure Galadriel ever really came to view Middle-earth as home...it's possible, but I prefer the idea that it was other things that kept her there.

Galadriel is someone, imo, who enjoys power. And she is aware of that, at least by the Third Age--we see that in her conversation with Frodo about why she can't take the Ring. She can't be trusted with it. Galadriel likes having power. Which I also think adds an interesting element to her relationship with Feanor, who also enjoyed power in his own way, mostly related to the "mastering" of minds and his desire to out-argue everyone in everything all the time. Perhaps there was an element of pride clashing between them.

I'm not super enamored of the "always right always morally correct about everything" take on Galadriel that crops up sometimes. To me, that flattens out one of the most interesting things about her which is her moral grayness. By the Third Age, where we see her in LotR, I think she has grown a lot as a person and she is more likely to be right in both senses, but particularly when she was younger, I prefer a more ambiguous, less morally-correct take on her. It gives her room to change!

Celeborn:

Celeborn my man I am so sorry I have never had a thought about you in my life. Galadriel's boytoy.

Is it canon that he stays behind when she sails for Aman? That is interesting and I'm deeply interested in this take where his romantic relationship does not trump all other considerations for him--that Middle-earth is home for him, and he isn't willing to part with it, even for Galadriel, even to save his own life.

I've also talked about this before but I always snicker a little at the idea that he and Thranduil do not get along at all despite both having been Doriathrim (which stems mainly from the fact that Thranduil does not like or trust Celeborn, but at this point, it's grown to be rather mutual).

I tend to think he and Galadriel left Doriath well before the Second Kinslaying and likely before the fall of the Girdle. Just seems like it would've been mentioned if they were there?

Has to start introducing himself as "Galadriel's husband" at some point because that gets more recognition than his actual name.

#galadriel #tolkien bingo

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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TFA x Steven Universe Theory: Similarities & Autobots Have Been The Bad Guys This Whole Time And Decepticons Are “Crystal Gems” in TFA Part 1

[Note: Do NOT and I mean it, Don’t EVER and I mean NEVER reblog this without permission.]

okay some might disagree, and that’s fine...

but I think it’s thanks to Steven Universe that allows me to view the Decepticons from TFA Universe & Timeline in a different light....

besides Blackarachnia hurting Blitzwing, she did seem to have a willing test subject in the form of Shockwave, who she had helped get into the Autobot Boot Camp, appearing as a Autobot and he would then be given the name "Longarm"

by Sentinel Minor (before he became a Sentinel Prime) we also know that Blackarachnia was once Elita-1 and she became Techno-Organic on a Planet that she, Sentinel and Optimus was forbidden to go to, the Planet's name being Archa Seven....

but even before she became Blackarachnia, it is possible that Elita-1 was always a two-faced b*tch....

and she had been Two-Sparking this whole time, the word “Two-Sparking”

is what I view as a Cybertronian word for “Two-Timing”

the Cybertronian word for “Two-Timer” would be “Two-Sparker”....

one of the reasons why Archa Seven was possibly forbidden to visit, possibly because it is on the list to colonize, and only Autobots who have been around a very long time like Ultra Magnus, would know the truth about the planets that they make into Autobot Colonizes, and that they “get rid” of the organic life that lives there....

and if Archa Seven is on the list, that would include getting rid of the spiders from the planet so those higher-ups can get it ready for colonizing and to use the metal to use to make more of those mannequin protoforms that would then be given a spark from Vector Sigma...

Cybertron, is part of the Autobot Commonwealth...

the planets that became part of the Autobot Commonwealth, that wasn’t originally Cybertron or Cybertronian Autobot home planets....

were possibly home to organic life until they were conquered....

it might be possible that before the Allspark was thrown into space, and very far away from Cybertron...most of the Decepticons and Autobots back then before the Autobots stupidly send the Allspark away....

were all given Sparks from the Allspark, and it might be possible that only Autobots and Decepticons, who were given a spark from the Allspark (and NOT the Vector Sigma) are able to go through the budding stage.

it could be possible that Vector Sigma could of had this abilities, before being tempered with and given a type of sterilization program, causing those Protoform Mannequins to not end up letting any of the Autobots be able to go through the budding stage, and not give birth to newborn protoform hatchlings that would be the size of a human baby, and will be liquid metal body.

and let’s not forget that just like how the Homeworld Gems use to do, when making more Gems, they end up hurting a planet when doing so, possibly taking too much without letting the planet heal itself and regenerate.

this can be true for Cybetron, the Autobots (well most likely those who are super higher up in the ranks.) end up misusing their planet, and not giving the Sonic Canyons time to properly heal and regenerate...

it might be possible that Ultra Magnus, would be the White Diamond of TFA...

the only difference is that White Diamond changed and was redeemed...

both Blackarachnia and Megatron would be like Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz...

Megatron being clearly Sari’s Cybertronian Parent, who unknowingly brought her protoform into the world.

Pink became Rose, but by her own will and even if she made some really bad mistakes that hurt others, but other times her ethereal heart was in the right place, like trying to protect Earth and give Other Gems a chance to be whoever they wanted to be and not being forced into a job they didn’t like.

Megatron possibly use to be close with Ultra Magnus, and Megatron possibly had found out how corrupted the Autobot Caste System was.

Shockwave even in his Longarm form, is the Spinel of his Universe in TFA.

the only differences are, is that Shockwave wasn’t abandoned on purpose.

and that Shockwave, as Longarm did try to get Sentinel to keep looking for Optimus’s Crew, as well as The Allspark and Megatron....

but he was ignored, this could be one of the signs that Autobots are just as bad as most Decepticons, who have no clue what they are really fighting for and may have forgot it is to stop the corruption and tyranny, which is sadly real.

sure we see some good sides of Cybertron and Autobots, but there is also a bad and ugly side, and it only gets worse when Sentinel gets all Anti-Organic and possibly spreads lies about organics that aren’t true.

also, even if Decepticons from TFA, did end up k*lling a human, they might not do it without a good reason....like if the human was a really, really super bad person...

I guess I have that thought and theory thanks to Hazformers (by Blitzy-Blitzwing)

like even if it is true that Blitzwing did some bad stuff, he might of did it for a good reason, also I’m not sure if this theory is true, but I can’t help but wonder if in Hazformers, Sari never upgraded herself and might of not found out she is Cybertronian, maybe not until her Autobot Friends who are like her Adoptive Family to her, had left Earth and never came back.

like in theory, a Decepticon like Lugnut who is like very loyal to Megatron and actually knows what they are fighting for...

he might see a abusive human parent who is being very cruel to their child, who has bruises all over their arms, legs and even a black-eye....

and Lugnut could see that the human parent is yelling at the child and starting to do harm to the child, and the other parent comes and tries to make the other parent stop, but the abusive parent slaps the other away, before starting to get ready to hit the child until Lugnut goes over to them and picks up the abusive parent up, then Lugnut tells the other human parent to take the child and go, while they take care of making them a single parent....

the other parent who is hugging their child, could be scared, but also have a look on their face and their eyes full of hope, and while picking up their child in their arms, and before taking off running, they tell Lugnut these words...

“Thank You....and show that monster no mercy...”

then after those few words of being thankful for Lugnut saving them and their child from any further physical harm from the abusive human parent...

Lugnut ends up taking the life of the abusive parent....

I mean he could of send that abusive parent to the police, but Lugnut could of known that at times even when that type of human is locked away, there will be a chance that they will be let out eventually and repeat the same terrible mistakes...

even if Optimus and his Team have done good deeds while on Earth, they might have no clue that there are some worse villains than those who are like Nanosec or Professor Princess.

and the whole thing about their Autobot Leaders being corrupted.

Jazz was able to see how messed up life was on Cybertron, or at least half of it, but he might of not of known that it was always bad, and not just when Sentinel was in charge and did that Anti-Organic mess.

Blurr might be the Peridot of TFA, with some differences....

then again he might be a mix of both Peridot and Lapis Lazuli....

while Lapis was trapped in a Mirror, Blurr was trapped in a cube...

The Cluster from Steven Universe and Omega from TFA, could be perfect counterparts of each other...

The Cluster was likely made to not just take out the Earth, but also any remaining Crystal Gems on it....

Omega, who was made from The Omega Project, was made as a weapon of Mass Destruction to take out all Decepticons...

and there was only one bot who truly treated Omega with kindness and treated him like he was a person, and that was Ratchet.

Ratchet and Omega, in theory had formed a type of Father-Son bond, Ratchet being the Dad and Omega being the Son, but they still formed a type of friendship and stuck together even when Omega was placed into a deep stasis.

Steven was able to form a friendship with the Cluster, and was able to help them and bubble them, of course the Cluster had help with bubbling themself as well, but we know that the Cluster wouldn’t want to hurt the Earth, and maybe with Yellow’s help, they can slowly take each of the gem pieces out and put them back together on how they use to be before they became The Cluster.

I still rather view the Rose Quartz that is Steven’s Mom, as a Pink Diamond II,

and the Pink that had left Spinel in a garden in space, was the Original Pink Diamond I, who was a ethereal heartless, insensitive b*tch....

and as soon as she got the Earth, she made a type of perfect copy that looked like her, that was Pink Diamond II, and left her new Pearl with Pink II, and went off to a far away universe that hasn’t been conquered by Homeworld, and started to make Gems on the planets that haven’t been conquered by White, Yellow or Blue, and all while leaving the new Pink Diamond she made “Pink II” on the Moon and being in charge of Earth.

but over time Pink Diamond II, wanted to go see what Earth was like, and thanks to Pearl, she took on the disguise of a Quartz.

but during her time on Earth, she learned that they were taking life from the planet, and not just making life.

and since Pink Diamond I only cared about herself and wouldn’t be back to Earth for who knows how long, maybe not until Steven leaves Beach City...

Pink Diamond II, did everything she could to get the Gem Colonization of Earth to stop, she did everything she could as a Diamond, but Yellow and Blue wouldn’t listen to her...same thing when her predecessor...

Pink II/Rose’s predecessor Pink Diamond I, wanted a colony so bad, that she kept asking Yellow and Blue, who both said No...

but when she got to asking White, who also told her No....

Pink I ended up having a very bad tantrum that it ended up both hurting and traumatizing Pink-Pearl...

even if White can be a bit full of herself, but she might still have a heart...

one of the reasons why she made Pink-Pearl her Pearl, was to help her no longer feel the trauma that Pink I had done to her.

Pink-Pearl in Steven Universe Future, kept making excuses for what Pink I did....and even if it were true that there were two different Pink Diamonds, and Pink Diamond II who became Rose is Steven’s Mom.

Pearl might know that the Pink Diamond that Pink-Pearl was talking about, was Rose’s predecessor and who put all her responsibilities of gem colonizing the Earth to the New Pink Diamond she created, so she could run away and make Gems on Planets in other galaxies that were not touched or discovered by White, Yellow and Blue...

Pearl when arguing with Pink-Pearl about Pink, may have figured out it wasn’t Rose that she was talking about, and it was the Pink Diamond who made Rose to replace her in being charge of Earth.

if Rose had made a new Pink Diamond as well, which would be Pink III...

this would be Steven, and Rose could of broken a piece of her light from her consciousness manifestation of light, into the Pink Diamond III, which had copies of her memories, as well as copies of Pink Diamond I’s memories.

the light in Pink Diamond III, ended up splitting into two parts...

one staying in the diamond, and the other ends up going into the human body that would be Steven’s Human Half.

and yeah, if any half of Steven Quartz Universe had to become Sans The Skeleton from Undertale in the future, it would be the human half...

and one of the ways that could happen, is if Steven’s Gem Half didn’t reform on time, which would result in the Human Half Slowly dying, as like how there is a Time Limit for Irken and how long they can go without their Pak on...

the same can be said for a Half-Human who’s body is a mix of being organic and whatever makes up a gem, they can only go for so long without their Gem Half, and they would show to be sick and very weak that is one of the first stages of being separated from their Gem Half...

if Connie didn’t help the Human Half of Steven get to his Gem Half on time, and if Pink-Steven didn’t get to the Human-Steven on time, then the Human Half would of died...

also I am starting to question of Isaac is really the human bio-father of Sari, yes we all know that Megatron is technically both Sari’s Mom & Dad, because he was possibly in the same lab that Isaac found Sari’s newborn cybertronian self in....

but we have to think about it, like yeah he got a shock and got white hair out of it.....but we have to think about it, he had been wearing gloves the whole time he had placed his hand on the newborn protoform hatchling/sparkling...

this means, that in theory.....Sari’s Human DNA might of not came from Professor Isaac Sumdac, and perhaps the other way would be that if a part of his hair ended up going from his head that got that white streak, ended up falling on to the newborn protoform and that could of been one way....

Isaac could of been married when he had found Sari, and it could be possible that his wife had found him out cold in his lab (and who was the only one he let know about the robot head that was being kept in his lab...)

Isaac’s wife found the liquid metal body, and she wasn’t wearing gloves and ended up touching the protoform, and like her husband, got a zap....

but unlike Isaac, the protoform was able to scan the DNA from her because she wasn’t wearing gloves....

Isaac never tells Sari about her Mother, so he doesn’t tell Sari that her DNA came from her, and the DNA that Sari got from Isaac, was a small bit of hair that ended up being plucked off his head when he was zap, but it was possibly not enough DNA for the protoform to scan to form into a techno-organic human baby, so it needed a very large template to scan....

thus Mrs Sumdac came into the lab, and saw her husband was unconscious, and when checking her husband, she saw the newborn protoform.

and she saw a small strange of her husband’s hair was on the head of the protoform, and while she did touch the protoform, it had shocked her and was able to scan her DNA because there was more to scan.

when both Mr. and Mrs. Sumdac came to, they ended up seeing a baby in the place of the liquid metal body.

it could be possible that Sari gets her red hair from her Human Mom...

and if it is possible that TFA Shattered Glass version of Sari, was suppose to have a Mom, who she thought wasn’t her bio-mother but it turning out she is, because her DNA was the most used in her creation...

then it would make sense, if both versions of Sari were only able to absorb a little bit of DNA from their Human Fathers, it wouldn’t be enough for them to scan and become a seemingly normal human baby.

there would be a much larger amount of DNA for the protoform to scan.

thus, it would not be possible for Sari to scan the DNA of Isaac if he was wearing those rubber gloves, as it would prevent the protoform from scanning and absorbing the DNA....

and it could only absorb a little bit of Isaac’s DNA if a small hair ended up falling from him when it shocked him and caused him to go out cold....

so it would make sense that Isaac Sumdac did have a wife, who Sari got her red hair from, Sari got the most of her human DNA from her Mom, while only a very small percent came from her Human Dad....

this would mean that Sari has Three Biological Parents, that would be Megatron, Isaac Sumdac and Mrs Sumdac...

Sari’s CNA before it ended up mixing with Human DNA, came from Megatron.

while her DNA comes from Isaac and Isaac’s wife.

Isaac and his wife could of had some disagreements on how to bring up Sari, and Mrs Sumdac may have wanted Sari to go to school with other children her age and make friends, but her husband was scared of anyone finding out how Sari wasn’t like other human children.

at some point Mrs Sumdac went missing, and Sari may have only been 2 years old when her mother went missing.

Isaac when telling Sari the truth about how he found her, doesn’t tell her the whole truth and only half the truth....that when he did touch the liquid metal body that he found in his lab (the same one he kept Megatron’s Head in.)

he was wearing rubber gloves at the time, and only a small bit of his DNA ended up being scan and absorbed, and it being a small strand of hair that came off of his head when he was shocked, and before he fell unconscious, he saw that piece of hair fall on to the liquid metal body.

and when he came to, he found his wife holding a human baby.

both he and his wife figured out that both of their DNA were absorbed by the liquid metal body, but it got most of the DNA from Isaac’s wife who wasn’t wearing gloves.....

if this theory is true, this would be another thing that Sari’s Dad was keeping from her, that she had a Mom, and she got the most DNA from her.

like picture Sari becoming really mad when her Dad finally tells her the truth, and she gets as mad as Steven gets when Greg says that his parents were bad, and he didn’t get any freedom or anything he wanted when living under their roof....Greg’s parents could of explained the reasons why he couldn’t always get what he wanted, like him wanting music, but he would possibly have the music’s volume up too loud and his parents may not be able to handle the very loud volume and it could end up hurting them, and because Greg wouldn’t listen, they had to forbid him from having music...

him being made to take wrestling, was likely to help him learn self defense, and the reason why they wanted to have him have a curfew and chaperons, was to keep him safe and make sure he came back home safe and on time.

but Greg only saw the negative side of his parents, and if all three of them had sit down and talked about it, maybe Greg’s parents could of explained their reasons for why they made him do things that he normally didn’t agree with or liked...they might of been able to form a compromise, if Greg had notice that he was just as bad as his parents....

and with how Steven acted when he points out that Greg NEVER took him to the doctor once, or how he played the whole “Your A Gem and Not Like Other Kids” Card.......yeah he is part Gem, but he could of did all the other stuff that human kids did, and still did Gem stuff.....

and let’s not forget how Greg and Connie made Steven feel, when they seem to exclude him when they form a type of “human club”....

even if it might not seem that way, but Steven might of still felt that they were excluding him, and when the two of them said “Human beings.”

Steven says the word “Human beings.” to himself even when grabbing on to his shirt....

even if Greg and Steven did seem to make up at the very last episode of Steven Universe Future, it still doesn’t excuse Greg for his bad parenting, even if he did have some percent of good parenting....

I mean even if Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst may of made mistakes when raising Steven, like not making sure he got enough breaks and didn’t do too many Gem Missions, and maybe making sure he had someone at home to watch him when they needed to go on dangerous missions that were way too dangerous for him to go on....

and yeah they did once mistake Steven as being Rose, but he isn’t his Mom, and him being separated into his two halves, the Gem Half and Human Half, proved that he isn’t his Mom.

I mean if Sari was to be scan that can tell if someone was Megatron or not, then yeah, she might end up being mistaken as Megatron, like Megatron’s ship having a A.I. thinking that Sari is Megatron because of the CNA that is a part of her.

and for a while, there could be some Cybertronians who mistake Sari as Megatron until the real Megatron shows himself.

the body of Megatron, that had those space barnacles on it, might of sensed the CNA of Megatron on Sari, and thought that she was it’s missing part...

I mean even if it wasn’t a prank from my pendulum, and it did turn out that it is true Phenex of the Ars Goetia was my “soul-dad” or I guess “spiri-dad” and half the fragment that makes up me, did come from them....

(feel free to skip some of this to the point where it goes back to talking about TFA and Steven Universe...)

but doesn’t mean we would be the same, I mean I know that the other fragment half that makes up me, came from another Earth Angel....

which I guess if the color of my ethereal wings being violet, might have to do with some info about the color of a violet flowers, something about being a child of Heaven and Earth.....and if some info about some of the Ars Goetia is true...

Phenex was technically a Angel from Heaven....

plus it isn’t like he would be the only Dad that wasn’t there for me growing up....my Human Dad in this life could of visited me the other times and still went to his real family, even if I am his biological child as well...

he wasn’t there when my Mom was able to have me, he was off somewhere else and in another state or whatever....

and closes thing to “Father figures” would be my own Grandpa and Uncles...

I guess never really worried or question when I was really little, about why I didn’t have a Dad...

and I have no idea if Phenex will be a Marquess or Marquis in Helluva Boss, I guess if they do appear in the future, we will see if they will be a “Dad” or “Mom”....

I guess if it were true and not some prank from my pendulum, that Phenex is like.......technically my other parent while the other parent being a Earth Angel....

then I guess a small fragment from Phenex could of fell off when Grandpa King Solomon was summoning them, I mean it happen with Asmodeous, some info says that Asmoday because a piece of Asmodeus broke off when King Solomon had been summoning Asmodeus.

Ozzie from Helluva Boss, might be a mix of the two, or he hadn’t fragmented yet that would form Asmoday yet....well it might not even happen, as there can be some differences in that universe and timeline.

and yeah I know I am technically a fusion that is made up of different fragments coming together and technically giving birth to a new soul.

and I guess if it is true and not some prank, that Phenex is technically my parent from soul or spirit fragment genetics, would that mean I am technically a Ars Goetia...?

I think I would rather be part of a Ars Remnant...or whatever.

anyway even if it does turn out that I was born from part of a fragment that came from Phenex, it doesn’t mean I’m them.

the same goes for Sari and Steven, just because their CNA and Gem might make them seem like they are Megatron and Rose, doesn’t mean they are them.

and we can at least try not to make the same mistakes as some Eon-Boomers.

and it might be possible that if Lucifer, those angels that sided with him and even those they fought against, had stop their foolish fighting for a few minutes to realize their was a problem with the Masculine energy, and they should of tried to fix it before it got to the point it is today...

but oh no, Masculine Angels during that time couldn’t think about that, because fighting with their weapons at each other was more important than fixing and purifying and healing the Masculine side, which if they did that much sooner, then there wouldn’t of been such a imbalance between the Feminine and Masculine, and it taking a VERY long time to get to a type of semi-balance.

yeah, there is still a problem, and there is that Toxic-Feminine that comes from Toxic-Feminist and possibly other stuff that can be from Toxic-Feminine...

once again, those Toxic-Feminist would be just as bad as some men, and some of those Toxic-Men would be just as bad as them.

the Moxie Movie shows the good side of fighting for girls, and a bad side...

and if the main character hadn’t been brought out of her Toxic-Feminist Mode and found someone who was hurt and needed help, then I guess I wouldn’t of ended up hating that character, but she made mistakes at some point in the movie, and turning into a Toxic-Feminist, and she only got better thanks to someone who needed her, because of what a guy did...

plus it isn’t just girls who become victims, anyone no matter if they are a guy or gal, can become a victim.

Blitzwing is a victim of Blackarachnia, while it might be possible that Shockwave got the ability to appear as a Autobot thanks to being experimented on by Blackarachnia, but it might of left some side effects we are not aware of.

I believe that Blackarachnia, when she was Elita-1, that she was always a two-faced b*tch, but as Blackarachnia she became more open with that side to herself....

and she was possibly being given karma for two-sparking both Optimus and Sentinel, but made both promise not to tell the other that they are seeing each other.

both Optimus and Sentinel had romantic feelings for Elita-1, but both didn’t know what kind of Femme she truly was.

she wasn’t even seeing them both because she was confused or because she liked both of them, and she was conflicted...

she did it, because it was fun for her and because they were possibly “hot”...and she probably was the source to why the three of them ended up on that planet with those big alien spiders.

she likely talked Sentinel into it, and got him to talk Optimus in agreeing.

and besides those two that she was seeing, she was likely seeing Other Autobots, so she was Two-Sparking more than just those two.

even if we could feel sorry for her when she shows a softer side to herself, and she might be technically a victim from a accident that turned her into a techno-organic, but that “accident” might of been her karma, it being like Karmic Justice....

we never thought before, that maybe there was a reason that she became a half-spider half-robot, it might have to do with her two-sparking, and lying about it to Optimus and Sentinel....and who the two never even figured out that they were both seeing her.

Sentinel may have loved the Femme that she was, and doesn’t view Blackarachnia as Elita-1, but he didn’t really know the Femme that Elita-1 truly was....

and yeah not everyone has to agree about this theory, but we know that Rose before she met Greg, she had been seeing a lot of Human Men, who would come into her life now and again, and Pearl was fine with that, because they didn’t really matter, and she would still have a chance to be with Rose much longer than the human men that Rose was seeing....

and then when Rose met Greg, she fell in love with him.

Elita-1 may have formed a friendship with both Optimus and Sentinel, but possibly caring very little about them, but she was never in love with them.

she toyed with their feelings for her, and as Blackarachnia she lies about her feelings for Optimus, which of course makes Grimlock really mad and jealous.

Elita-1 before she became Blackarachnia, had possibly hid behind a sweet and kind face and personality, but once she became Blackarachnia, she no longer hid behind that fake personality of hers....she only acted nice and flirty at times when she was Blackarachnia, but she would show her true colors even when arguing with Blitzwing and even Lugnut.

Optimus shouldn’t feel guilty for what happen to Elita-1, it isn’t his fault that she became Blackarachnia, it was a karma that was overdue...

Elita-1 being secretly a b*tch the whole time, might be disagreed by some fans, but I believe it is true....that Elita-1 was always a bad person, even before she became Blackarachnia....and while Wasp and Ironhide shouldn’t of messed with Bumblebee like they did, but half the time, Bee did kind of provoked them...

it might be possible that Wasp and Ironhide wouldn’t of did half of the terrible things that they have done to Bumblebee, if they weren’t provoked by him.

so technically Bulkhead wouldn’t be fully right about Wasp, and he could of not been as bad as he appeared, even if he did make some stupid choices on how to handle Bumblebee when he did things that got everyone in trouble.

plus with how Wasp ended up, when his optics go from blue to purple, and how he starts to talk in the third person, it is clear that it is because of how Autobots treat those who they dub as “traitors”...

Wasp was broken, and he was hurt badly, and yet he was still made to be viewed as a bad guy, even when it was proven he was innocent of the false charges against him.

this could be another proof that Autobot Leaders, and even some in the Autobot Elite Guard, are corrupt....like despite Wasp being innocent and only did some bad stuff as a bully who only bullied when Bumblebee did something that ended up hurting others....

he was still treated like he did something wrong, no thanks to Sentinel.

if Sentinel ended up in Hazformers, like in Hell, maybe one of the reasons why he ends up there is because he didn’t listen to Longarm about going to look for Optimus’s Crew, The Allspark and Megatron....

Blackarachnia ending up in Hell, could be because what she did to Blitzwing, which might of not even been of fully of his own free will or consent.

she did terrible things to him, just so she could find a way to turn herself back to normal, but if my theory about her is true, then she doesn’t deserve it.

because of her two-sparking, and lying to both Optimus and Sentinel.

yeah she can be our favorite bad guy, but doesn’t mean we can agree with her on her actions, like how she hurt Blitzwing and Wasp in her experiments that was suppose to help her turn herself back to normal.

TFA-Blackarachnia might do it good, but BW-Blackarachnia does it better.

Predacon BW-Blackarachnia is Best Blackarachnia. XD

also I can’t help but wonder if Tarantulus might be Bi, I mean when Blackarachnia (the Beast Wars Version) first came out of her stasis pod, it did appear he showed a romantic interest in her, at least at first....

would it be weird to ship BW-Tarantulus with TFA-Prowl...?

also because of Predacon BW-Blackarachnia showing a interest in Airrazor in that one Transformers timelines....

well she sure gave off that she had a romantic interest in Airrazor...

she I guess we could view that version of Blackarachnia, that came from a universe and timeline where Alternate G1 versions of Optimus’s Team meets Primal’s Team.

but anyway, TFA-Blackarachnia could be seen as the Ancestor or Mom of BW-Blackarachnia....

Blackarachnia, the TFA version, might of always been two faced and she might of always did some messed up experiments and had been experimenting on organics to the point of torture even before she became a techno-organic.

even if it is true that Pink Diamond before becoming Rose Quartz, did some bad stuff and didn’t think about the consequence before acting on them, but she isn’t as bad as Blackarachnia, who used her femininity and beauty to get what she wanted, even when she was Elita-1 when she used it to get Sentinel and Optimus to go to a planet they weren’t suppose to go to.

and her possibly hiding the fact that she was two-sparking them, and that she was seeing them at the same time.

even if Optimus doesn’t say that he was dating her, it is possible he was, and he wasn’t the only one dating her, because Sentinel was as well.

both could of known of the other’s feelings for her, but thought the other gave up and didn’t know that the other was dating Elita-1.

Blitzwing could of learned about Blackarachnia’s past as Elita-1 and that she was two-sparking, seeing two Mechs at the same time, without letting them know, even without her having any form of feelings for them, and she confessing that it was fun to mess with them.

Blitzwing could of found this out, from reading a personal diary that belong to Blackarachnia, that she had kept for a long time even when she was Elita-1.

and it even showing that she had been seeing other Mechs even behind both Optmus and Sentinel, even when she was dating them.

even if Blackarachnia became a Decepticon, doesn’t mean she was fighting for the cause to stop the corruption on Cybertron, she was possibly in it for herself and to no longer be a Autobot....but who knows what her other reasons are, besides trying to do experiments on others to try to find ways to turn herself back to normal, no matter who she has to hurt in order to do so.

even Sari and the organic life in Detroit became her victims, when she tried to us the allspark key to heal herself, and it’s possible it would of healed her, but it didn’t, because it knew the stuff that she had done...

which means that the allspark key, that is linked to the allspark, had refused to heal her of her organic half, because it knew that once she was back to how she originally appeared as, she would still be that two-sparking, uncaring glitch of a Fembot.

the Allspark Key may of not meant to hurt Sari or the other organic life, but it was because Blackarachnia was misusing it, and didn’t care that other organic life got hurt in the process...

the reason why the Allspark Key couldn’t heal Blackarachnia of her organic half, was not because it couldn’t or wasn’t able to, it was because it didn’t want to and refused to, because the Allspark Key knew if they did, she wouldn’t of learned anything and would go back to hurting Optimus and Sentinel.

and well besides Shockwave being like Spinel, it might be possible that Spinel and Blitzwing could be like each other as well....

both were hurt by someone who caused them some form of damage, but there is still differences between them as well.

Shockwave wasn’t left behind on Cybertron on purpose, but he had to keep being Longarm even among the corrupted autobot leaders of Cybertron.

Pink-Pearl was also hurt by Pink, not just Spinel....

Pink-Pearl has a wound that is on her physical conscious manifestation of light that makes up her body, even if her gem is fine.

it might be both a mental and emotional wound, that was caused by Pink....who was the same Pink that had abandoned Spinel.

even if my view is more Fanon, but I like to think of that Pink that hurt both Pink-Pearl and Spinel, as not being the same one that became Rose, and the one that became Rose was created by the Pink that had hurt Pink-Pearl and Spinel.

Pink may have regretted hurting Pink-Pearl, but we don’t know if she regretted hurting Spinel and tricking her into a game that would never end....

Spinel was technically a child that time, even if Gems don’t really age physically, but we could view Spinel’s new form as her having “grown-up” even if her new form was from her poofing after her ethereal heart was broken.

and if Optimus and Sentinel ever found out that Blackarachnia was always the ways she was, even when she was Elita-1, but became way worse....

and even find out that she had been two-sparking them the whole time even before she became Blackarachnia, it might be possible they would become spark broken.

Sentinel might end up taking it far worse, even if both he and Optimus loved Elita-1, but he not knowing until much later that she had been two-sparking them and even have been seeing other Mechs behind their backs even when two-sparking them both.

Greg and Pearl both loved Rose, and both had romantic feelings for her, but Rose might of had some romantic feelings for Pearl, but she also loved Greg, but she ended up choosing Greg, and placing Pearl in the Friend Zone.

this could mean that while Rose may have had feelings for Pearl, even when they formed the Crystal Gems, and originally were trying to scare Gems off Earth, but in the end thanks to Garnet, had a new thing to fight for, for Gems to be free to love who they wanted and to be themselves on Earth.

but in the end, Rose ended up with Greg, and they ended up making their son Steven....but even if Rose left, Pearl was still there and she became the Mother figure for Steven, even if she was new to the whole being a Mom, but she had Garnet and Amethyst to help, and well there is Greg, but we know that he isn’t really 100% a great dad, maybe around 98 or 94% a good dad...

like there can still be good parts of Greg that I can still like, but I would slap him over the head for him not taking Steven to the doctor or even having him have a tutor come to Steven’s home if he is not able to go to school, and might have to take home school.

and I guess in a Alternate Timeline, that is in a Multi-Crossover Universe.

if Sari had met Steven first before Connie, they could of formed a type of best friend and Sibling type bond, and together they end up meeting Connie.

Sari could tease Steven about like-liking Connie, along with Garnet, Pearl and Amethyst who don’t really tease him but find it adorable that he has his first crush.

if Sari and Steven did fuse, it might be how most of his other fusions are with the Crystal Gems, Platonic Fusion that is like a Fam-Fusion.

Steven, while still being friends with Connie, before they started dating...

their fusion is like something that was formed out of their love for each other but it still being in the friend zone, because they are like best friends who do have feelings for each other, but it is in it’s early stage where it’s like in the cutie pie hand holding stage.

I’m going to make this into two parts, I will talk more about this in a part 2.

#transformers animated #transformers theory #steven universe theory #cybertronian #crystal gems #homeworld gems #blackarachnia tfa #Karmic justice #two face #b*tch #optimus prime tfa #sentinel prime tfa #similarities #difference #decepticons #autobots #Part 1 #do not reblog without permission

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Ship Bias - I WANNA BOTHER U TOO

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up ships I have a bias for for my muse 💚

Midori x Hajime

Ok ok ok, I really see this as Hajime being unapologetically open about finding Midori really fucking hot and it is very girlboss, that takes balls, especially towards someone who's known to have rejected so many girls. Hajime is shown to be very honest about compliments with some romantic/flirty undertones, but with Midori it like. A step next. It's heartthrob moment.

I like how Midori is also flustered by Hajime's compliments, but not in a way he is uncomfortable unlike with girls who confess to him or with Chiaki's skinship. He takes it genuinely, and that is something that is not easy. Midori is comfortable with Hajime, he finds him soothing and soft. I do see Midori subconsciously having this comfy feeling with Hajime like he does with a mascot given how he is said to be so pretty and cute, almost ethereally so. They are a miniature Chiakana.

Just this emotional trust coming from Midori means so much, and even unlike with Yuzuru, he does not feel pressure to be his best self : he can just be himself. Hajime is his friend. And not only his friend, but I do think the most peaceful AND close friendship Midori has, with the both of them having interests and personality that merge well with one another. They just naturally get along, and it is something Midori needs so, SO much to be happy.

On the other side, Hajime struggles to be seen as something more than his idol persona ... and Midori does just that. Midori has no interest in gossip, or even in idols in general, he is very open about not giving a single crap about it all, and he only sees Hajime as the boy he is. His clubmate, his friend he enjoys being around. And that is so precious for two boys with the same objective in life to just exist and ( cottagecore ) vibing. The only reason to me that they have not interacted more is just that Ryuseitai and Ra*bits do not cross path that often !

Midori x Hiyori

Whimsical City Rider has me in a chokehold too. Ok, ok, those two have had literally one story together but it meant so much. First of all, I mean, the classic boy next door and rich boy totally disconnected from the real world. Like, even in Jun's case, he's had enough drama in his life to be exceptional, but ... Midori is just a guy. The hilarity of it all.

Then just ... Midori has never met someone he actually aspire to be, he both sees Hiyori as attractive ( ?! Midori never found someone attractive before outside mascots ?! ), the ideal idol and even the embodiment of a mascot in a human. There's just so much to unpack here. How easily Hiyori was able to make Midori at ease with his antics, making him forget his intimidating reputation as somene from Eden. Hiyori encouraging Midori to just be himself and love what he loves ... How Midori can be both attracted to Hiyori and Hiyori being the type of man Midori would want to be ?! Like this is a possibility I never thought of before reading this story and YES I SEE IT. Hiyori likes cute and pretty things, they have that same type of aesthetic, only Midori is still shy and trying to find his roots. They have the same vibe in so many things, only coming from different socioeconomic classes ... !

Then there's the value of Midori in Hiyori's life. The bike teaching ? Right out of a romcom I'm just weeping. There's this aspect of Midori that is down to earth that feels so refreshing with narratives around Hiyori's privileged life, with the absence of imbalance in power dynamics. Usually, I do not really like those type of stories, but they really made it so Hiyori does not appear entirely stupid, he makes mistakes out of ignorance that are more probable without making him appear totally stupid. If they were to interact more, I'd love for Hiyori to see more things to look up to in Midori, as I believe his focus was on making everyone have a good time, with the bike riding being the one time he allowed himself to think about his own joy.

Overall, the two together ? I think they are just so adorable. Midori is pretty ... Hiyori likes pretty things very much, can we have a scene of him bringing Midori to Pretty 5 ? I enjoy how much Hiyori challenges Midori mentally, without taxing him emotionally. Unlike Chiaki, Subaru and co., Hiyori is actually paying attention to Midori's emotional state and this is just ... chef's kiss, so healthy. Love it. And in the same way, I feel like Hiyori knows that, since Midori is not involved in any drama or complications of the sort, he can have fun without worry or baggage, and this ... this is a pandora's box ready to open. It can be so so good ... !

#YOURE ALWAYS WELCOME TO BOTHER ME GOTTIS tysm 💚#.risonohoshi ( hiyori )#.kiyasume ( hajime )

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mariusdemh · 2 years

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27/10: how strange is it to think about

as humans we are taught to grow up, fall in love, make a living and then die.

but no one is ever clear about how or with what premise we have. there are so many types of love that is nearly impossible to think of much less right about them all.

there's romantic love.

the kind of love that sweeps you off your feet and takes your breath away when you find it. the type of love that makes you want to share everything with that person. the type of love that makes you incomplete without them around. the type of love that has you smiling to think about fighting to obtain and begging to hold. it's like heroin addicting and hallucinative. it can make you see things that aren't there bit it can also help you breathe. it's freedom and security all at once. it's jumping into nothingness knowing that someone will be there to catch you as you land. it's fragile and precious from China plates. once you find it you'll know. so often do we mistake it for the love of a friend or a soulmate.

for soulmate love it's entirely it's own.

the love of a soulmate is burning. it's like a candle that flickers. it grows and waves about like wheat stocks in the wind. it starts strong and bold longing for destruction and companionship, but the thing about soulmate love is that it is not endless. the love of a soulmate is earned and it can fade. like the candle it dwindles with time. the light fades and eventually you are left gasping for air as you are drowned inthe burning wax of time. it's something that if you get the chance you're lucky to experience. it may end but most good things do and it changes you the better. it teaches you how to love, how to feel and how to accept. it changes, it grows and it dwindles, but soulmate love is worth all the pain.

platonic love.

how can i even begin to describe it. it's the emotional form of cool spring water over rough stones, the way the leaves float and glide., the air on the first day after a rainstorm. it's the smallest moments. the most imperceptible cracking of dry earth in autumn. it's infuriating. it absorbs you, draws you in like the feeling of hot tea in the pit of your stomach. platonic love is the person you can sit with in silence for hours on end without the slightest of unease. it's the person you will hold until your tears run dry without judgement. platonic love stops when trust is broken but once you felt it you longed for it forever. it's soothing, exciting, refreshing, thrilling, beautiful and broken.

if there was any type of love near unstoppable, it would be the love of a twin flame. it's passion, trust, heartache and endless. this is the love that rises above all else. this is a love that is so strong, a bond death is the only misfortune to truly break it. this is the love to withstand arguments, heartbreak, sorrow, pain, exhaustion. it's the love of an ancient willow tree. it bends and twists in the wind growing and adapting to its conditions. it's love like volcanic rock. it withstands flames and heat anger and rage. it melts into other forms gliding over everything in its path. it is distractive and harmful but it is so so beautiful. the love of twin flame is travellers, dancing under the stars singing to the wind. the gods of life and death wrapped together in an ethereal embrace. it's unbreakable.

fierce is the love of a family.

not always the way you'd imagine. family comes in nearly as many forms as love and as with all love, all families are different, but one thing remains the same. whether it's who you were born to, the family you were brought into or the family you made for yourself love is the reason.

the love of a sibling is the feeling of riding on horseback through a field of flowers. it's the wind in your ears and the lurch in your stomach. it's rocky and unpredictable but it's solid and it is strong.

the love of a parent is protective. it's the warmth of the coffee down your throat embracing you in the cold. it's burning rich in flavour. there are families with neither some families or the friends we choose to be our home and with them it's scorching. the hot sand beneath your feet shifting and rocking but limitless and close.

sexual love is passion, overwhelming.

it engulfs you with lust and ideals. it's often unrealistic, mask like. it burns and twists like snakes in a pit writhing for room to break free, to escape, to lose control. it feels you with the sense of fulfillment so inadequate. it, in itself can be harmful with lustful love there comes sacrifice and compromise. but even through all that is irreplaceable with any other form of love. it's unique and binding. it takes hold of you, mind and body. it's terrible yet wonderful. incredibly difficult to understand so much so that many never do. it's confusion and uncertainty but the mystery makes it thrilling…

#thoughts #aesthetic #books & libraries #quotes #art #october

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Baby Come Back

Chapter 3: now it's much too late for me to take a second look

“AGH!”

The noise the man made was not a pleasant one— Etreeni had punctured him with all three of its prongs in the torso and the man’d pulled it out, bleeding on the sanded ground. They landed in what looked to be the same resort, but with the way the timelines looked, everything was cracking and multiplying with new possibilities and opportunities that I’zhar took as quickly as possible.

“Stand down.” I’zhar said, calling back Etreeni. The man coughed out red blood, splattering on the ground, looking back at I’zhar with a scowl in the face. Here, I’zhar finally saw what the man looked like. The nose was arched, eyebrows connected to each other. The eyes were lined with white and the markings on the face illuminated the same way too.

“I don’t want to do this.” The man said, getting up as the wound closed, skin mending it together just as the veins of the forearms lit up, down from the elbows to the tips of the fingernails, I’zhar realized it was from the energy of the sun. The rays they were underneath pointed and spiraled into little sparks, and the further the man would absorb the harder it would be to fight against.

Then three timelines closest to theirs appeared: one where I’zhar swung the trident forward, causing the man to break the charge. The next was where I’zhar spun Etreeni in all six of his arms, kicking the trident forward and launching it straight to the chest to kill. The last was I’zhar taking in the man’s vision to steer away to a timeline of his own.

Just as I’zhar was about to take the third timeline, though, he noticed a shift.

The timeline cracked open to another branch, bright with light, and as soon as I’zhar caught it the man had punched the ground and the resulting effect threw I’zhar into a pillar.

“What have you done?” I’zhar asked for the second time, landing back down to one knee.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man said, panting, “who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I have fallen into another dimension with you.”

“No— I meant in general, what are you doing here?!”

“My reasons involve Nevica’s.” Three options: he’d continue talking, or he could fight instead, or he could turn and look for Nevica on his own. Two of those paths lead to nowhere but branch back to a further timeline, but I’zhar had no idea what the man’s powers were capable of now that the man had interfered with the flow of time.

So he continued talking, cherry picking each word appropriate to allow for peace.

Good.

“What…?” He asked, standing still.

“We are here to stop Seresa.” He said. The dimension didn’t allow him to seek the first one’s timelines. His memory of the first timelines he saw was terrible. “The further he shall go, the more damage our realities will take.”

The timeline was about to shift again, but I’zhar settled down onto the sand.

Ease the god, ease the danger.

“Is that a third eye? Do you see the future?” He asked, drawing a little closer to him.

“I see all of time. I am aware of what will happen if you continue to fight against us.”

“I have to.”

“You do not.”

The man’s lips flattened, tongue darting to swipe over it, then he swallowed. “I can change things, okay? Tita’s doing this because he found a solution to get him back. It’ll be all better once this is over, I can make it that way!”

I’zhar blinked. In seconds later the man would mention his name, but I’zhar took it immediately, shifting to the neighboring timeline. “’Jose’? Who is Jose?”

The man frowned, “… My best friend. His son.”

“You believe you can create a difference just to bring Jose back to you?”

“I don’t believe, I know.” The man insisted, “If you and Nevica can’t allow that, then I’m sorry.”

I’zhar tilted his head. His mouth fell flat, clenching his jaw, eyes wide. The timeline would not bode well if he would aggravate the man, except that, in this moment, it didn’t matter.

He called back Etreeni and the man dodged it on its way. I’zhar leaped upwards, catching his weapon and spinning it in his hand, spearing the weapon forward while small bursts of light were trying to stop him. Then the timelines kept shifting, the branches going further the more the man moved, and the heat bubbling in the back of his head was growing more intense as he snapped forward, frustrated and yelling.

Do not let your rage consume you.

A voice— not just any voice echoed in his mind. I’zhar tried to continue, only to continually miss despite the promises the timeline was trying to bring. It kept breaking apart as the lights in the man’s hands flashed even more desperately.

What do you see in front of you? Not with the future, but in the present.

“—light—“ I’zhar answered, then realized it— he split Etreeni on one end, piercing the man’s hand through the palm and grabbing his other wrist, snapping it. The man screamed, caught between wanting to reposition his wrist or pulling the weapon out.

“SILENCE!” I’zhar demanded, grabbing the man by the hair as the man began to sink to the knees, hyperventilating through the pain. The man looked back up at I’zhar, angry, but in a few seconds would later have tears in the eyes.

“Fuck you,” the man hissed, hitching a sob.

“You will not interfere with time any longer.” I’zhar growled, pulling from the scalp and maneuvering his head.

“Are you going to kill me?”

I’zhar looked to the timelines that let him kill him. The next, where he’d spared him. The man screwed his eyes shut.

What would be worth to keep?

Why is his voice coming back to him out of all these times?

Why are you— “… here…” I’zhar whispered. The man’s eyes opened.

Answer my question.

I’zhar felt it. He saw it. Dark blue fingers, silk red and black fabric. White wings stretched around him as he leaned over, curly blond hair lightly touching over his cheeks, neck and shoulders. Every time he spoke, his chest rumbled with its depth.

“Spare…” I’zhar echoed his own thought. It was like he was surrounded by black again, the only light source being the both of them. Blue light would occasionally shape their space, but none would last long.

Good. Guide yourself to it.

“But…”

Then the feeling of his presence was gone, because the man had finally removed Etreeni’s fork from his hand and, in the middle of healing, hit I’zhar with a burst of light.

I’zhar fell backwards, snapped back to the present, and just as the man was escaping he growled and put his weapon together. Despite the timeline showing that he missed, he threw it anyway. Something in the air broke open into another dimension, and the man disappeared into it.

I’zhar clenched his jaw once more. His fists, more so. He called back Etreeni, and just as he did he planned on throwing the things laid beside him that hadn’t been damaged from the fight.

Instead, he heard the sound of cracking, looking to the side where the source was. It was another rift.

Moving towards it, holding Etreeni to the edges of the cracks, he pried open the shattering air and entered the next dimension.

#earth's most ethereal: mistakes were made #fantasy stories #fantasy #gods #oc stories #oc #worldbuilding #stories #i'zharshki / jacus #khalil edmundo #oc writing

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Dreams of Wisteria

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s Ronnie, this is my first time posting on Tumblr and I’m a little nervous lol. But here it is! My original story. So this is only chapter one, and I do have others! Let me know what you guys think of it in the comments. Love y’all!

The wisteria flower that she kept on her desk, the one that usually made her bad days slightly better, or gave her hope after a rough night, was wilting. Jewel had tried to save it, to keep its purple color she loved so much. She felt like she owed it to him. Especially after he....

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Jewel McDaniel grew up in a relatively small town affectionately referred to as 'The Forest' by the locals. She adored where she lived. Nestled in between trees, rivers and hunting grounds was her house. A long, dirt road covered in rocks and gravel. It was easy to mistake it as a simple forest path. Her house was nothing extravagant. An elevated double wide trailer that was on shared property. Screened in porch, three bedrooms, it was simple. Any child living there, especially with no siblings, would've been happy.

Jewel, however, had no such luxury. Despite how peaceful and calming her house seemed on the outside, Jewel spent most of her childhood upset or stressed. From a young age, she was expected to be nothing short of perfect. Her academics, her appearances, her manners. Due to her own parents narcissistic personalities, she was expected to be the model child.

She felt so lost. Like this is how things were going to be for the rest of her life. That was until she met her.

Peggy Jen Alesme was like a breath of fresh air to Jewel. Never had she met met a girl so joyous and full of light. So happy and content with everything around her. She constantly had a glimmer in her eyes, a light Jewel longed to cherish. To nurture.

They met in Eighth Grade. Two weeks into the school year. It was sunny outside. The not yet fall air was warm and pleasant. The sky was a dazzling blue that not even a cloud dared mar.

It was lunchtime when Jewel met Peggy. She was sitting alone by a fence near the carline, looking over notes for an upcoming history test. After a while, she heard a buttery soft voice call out to her "Excuse me..?"

When Jewel looked up she was sure she saw an Angel. Peggy had long, bone straight brown hair down to her kid back. Side swept bangs that hung in her face, and almond shaped eyes that were framed by dark lashes. And gods above, the color.

She had the most beautiful green eyes Jewel had ever seen. The kind of green you could only find on a hike through the forest, at high noon, when the sun is at its fullest in the sky and shines just right on the leaves of a fern tree.

Her smile matched her oh so well. Lopsided and yet or reached those sweet green eyes and crinkled them around the edges. Her skin was a warm tan, like she was kissed by the sun itself. She was ethereal. "Um..it's my first day and I've asked liked five other people. Do you know how to find Mr. Browns class? I have him after lunch and I have no idea where to go." She said to her.

Jewel didn't know how to respond at first. Her poor little heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest like an excited rabbit. Somehow, she managed to steel her nerves after a moment and told her what building and what floor to go to.

Peggy smiled that earth shattering smile and sat next to her, cussing Jewel to shift and make more room for her unconsciously. "So! My name is Peggy! What's yours?"

And that was it. After that lunch, Peggy became Jewel's second shadow. Lingering behind her or walking beside her prattling on about whatever came to mind. Not that Jewel minded of course, she actually loved listening to her ramble. It helped to distract her from the stress her parents forced on her. Besides, her and Peggy enjoyed somewhat macabre fantasy stories with nary a happy ending.

Sometime towards the middle of Eighth grade, Jewel started having dreams. Vivid, slightly jarring dreams. Dreams of wonder. Dreams of a world called Wisteria.

The dreams were colorful yet fast paced. Almost flashes in the beginning. A cat man, a fairy that was so sweet to her, and a voice that could be heard, but with a face that was never seen. Almost beckoning her further into the world. The voice was so nice to hear. Smooth with a subtle rasp to it. The voice knew her name too. "Jewel" it would call "You can stay here with us." But strangely, she would always wake up before she could respond.

After a good long while of the dreams reoccurring, Jewel started writing them down in a journal, making sure to add every detail and event that happened as well as little things she would add to the world to make it more interesting. Delighted every time she returned to see her little changes appear. This place became her own little escape from reality, it made her insanely happy.

One day, she approached Peggy and told her everything. What the voices sounded like, what the cat man was like and how the world looked.

Peggy was immediately hooked and practically begged Jewel to read the latest entry in her little dream journal every morning. Giving the girl little ideas to add to the dreamscape. Their favorite being what they called "Sweet Haven"

An entire forest made of candy and sweets. The tree bark made of chocolate, the rocks gumdrops, the leaves and grass rolled sugar that glimmered in the sun like gems. And the most important part. The clouds made of pink cotton candy. A concept that made Jewel raise a brow in questioning. Due to, in her words, it would be impractical because "Cotton candy dissolves in water." To which Peggy quickly responded with "Short rain showers. The clouds just dissolve." So, begrudgingly, Jewel added the stupid Cotton Candy Clouds.

This little dream journal single-handedly brought them closer together. Throughout high-school they were pretty much never seen without the other side. Up until senior year. Jewel had the dreams every single night, always the same song and dance. The fairy, the cat man- who she found out was named 'Trunks'- and that voice. So alluring and dark. It reminded her of sirens. She started feeling wary of it

Also during their last year, Peggy started having the dreams as well and started her own journal, coming to school she would swap stories of the land and what she did there with Jewel.

That brings things up to the end of Senior year. Exam week was in two days, and studying was crucial for the girls.

Jewel made her way to Peggy's blue pickup truck with a yawn. "Lord help me." Peggy commented as she slipped into the drivers seat "Why is Mr. Clark's study guide so damn long?" She huffed out, clicking her seatbelt. Jewel chuckled and doing the same "Dunno." She shrugged "But I'm doing pretty good in his class, I'll help you out."

Peggy smiled and pulled out of the school. To lighten the mood and turn it from studying, Jewel decided to connect her phone to the aux cord and start scrolling through her playlist, smiling she found the song she was looking for. Pressing play she turned it up, looking at the girl as the song started.

"Two...birds. On a wire"

Peggy smiled at the song they dubbed their theme song started playing, the two of them started singing along. Jewel rolled the window down and looked at her.

She felt a soft smile cross her lips as she watched Peggy in this moment. She looked so beautiful, the wind swept her hair this way and that, even when the car stopped she felt an invisible microphone with Jewel as they belted the song together. The moment was perfect.

Until Jewel saw it. The truck pulled off again, and Jewel was still looking at Peggy. But she also saw the car. The car that ran a red light. The car barreling towards them, full speed at the drivers side of the car.

Just the. The world was in slow motion. She saw the car slam into them, saw the door get slammed inwards, saw the jagged piece of metal slice into her best friend. The girl she was madly in love with. Then she heard it.

The scream of pure agony from Peggy. That brought her back, she screamed herself as they were thrown like a crushed soda can. The truck fell on its side and slid across the pavement, causing Jewel to slam her head into her door.

The blood. Dear gods it was everywhere, due to the shock and the force, Peggy hung limp as she dangled in the seat, splattering her blood everywhere.

Jewel felt her consciousness slip in and out. The last thing she heard was that stupid song playing.

"Two...birds...of a feather. Swear that they're always...gonna stay together..."

#dark fantasy #fantasy #original writing #original character #sapphic #wisteria #dark queen #soldiers #dreams #lovers #wlw #dead dove do not eat #tw death #Mystoryissad you’ve been warned

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anthonybialy · 11 months

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Altering Patterns New Precedent for Champion Buffalo Bandits

A lacrosse title is not merely a consolation prize. Buffalo’s third professional franchise is first in wrapping up its league by infinity percent. If one counts the area’s football club’s AFL triumphs, then wearing MILL crowns is definitely included amongst Bandits’ tallies. There’s no better problem than needing to find more banner space in the rafters.

I still think the Bandits could blow it. I’m a thorough Buffalo fan. But numerous published accounts plus the availability of boastful merchandise combine to indicate this final is conclusive. Wake up from dreaming and the trophy is still there.

Eerie deja vu permeated the atmosphere until the Bandits proved otherwise. Playing the same team with identical results in the first two meetings made cinematic fans feel like they were dashing through Run Lola Run again. There wasn’t much time to improvise a solution. Short of never making mistakes, we can at least learn from them.

Now, that’s how to conclude a character arc. Success seems even more pronounced when one screws up first. The latest champions had to banish demons from both last year and the previous game. Delinquency that defined the earlier outing . A promise to behave is the easy part. But displaying a commitment to angelic restraint is the true challenge. Pulling it off got rewarded with a confetti storm.

One of the One Buffalo teams sets a good example that the others don’t appreciate. The other sporting outfits infamously never make them or fall short, respectively. The identity of the bigger disappointment fluctuates over time, but the results are the same. Meanwhile, the lacrosse side is hoisting hardware.

It only seemed like an eternity. The world evolved rapidly between the fourth and fifth tournament victories without people doing the same. We kvetched to each other without the chance to broadcast to the rest of Earth about it, so embrace the broadcast possibilities through the ether now.

I was like most humans who weren’t on Facebook or Twitter during 2008’s jubilation upon topping the inside lacrosse universe. And I didn’t choose which filter to use on my Instagram photo of the gala on account of how it wasn’t invented yet. The way we connect with everyone else only seemed rapid. Nobody’s better trained to wait for beating boss levels than Buffalo fans.

Waiting since the MySpace era for an ultimate victory is a blink compared to eternity. The other team that plays within the same arena’s boards has taken a rather leisurely path to victory where they’ve not made it to the onramp. The Gang got closer to the Grand Canyon than the Sabres presently are to a Cup.

Welcome to Title City. Buffalo has monopolized playoff-ending wins to the detriment of deprived fans of less fortunate franchises. The Bills snuck in their aforementioned pre-Super Bowl prevailing. And the baseball Bisons have piled up 13 since the 19th century while the AHL team of the same name nabbed five of their own before they went out on a high note. As for hockey without ice, the rolling Stampede won whatever the Murphy Cup was in their first of two seasons as a Buffalo team, which is one way of tipping the percentage to look favorable.

Brace for Earth to tip off its orbit, or at least the Buffalo part. Tensing involved muscles will be good practice even if there’s no cosmic catastrophe this week. It’s not whining to note recent times have felt even rougher than usual. Occasionally, a universe that’s cruel in its uncaring nature offers a slightly remorseful break. Thank this roster. Players earned it for a city that deserved it.

With a trophy getting passed around Erie County, I can finally take a break and do nothing instead of doing nothing while watching sports. Lacrosse’s coda is the end of my personal athletic voyeuristic season. I’m trying not to pick a USFL football team to support, as I don’t need to endure potential trauma from a Houston team that’s never been there. I was going to pretend to be interested in baseball before the pitch clock and shift ban drove me to video games.

Fans who are ardent even by Buffalo standards finally got a payoff. Was it worth it? The answer is moot, as these are our circumstances regardless of opinions about them. But the inability to control many circumstances makes appreciating ascendancy even more crucial. Buffalo’s faithful have gotten some compensation for the last couple months.

The city’s lacrosse team is the show on the app you don’t have that your one friend insists is worth the subscription. There’s still time for this band of Bandits to gain widespread appreciation. A ring for the thumb helps.

They’re an obscure team; you’ve probably never heard of them. Hipster fans want their interest to get deserved acclaim as long as they’re acknowledged to have been cheering when it was underground. The least known of the city’s pro teams inspires the most zealous dedication. Those of us ancient enough to have attended games at the Aud know even the shortest long wait seems endless.

Revelry seems sweeter following a significant buildup, we tell ourselves while the elation of the celebration remains fresh. The Bandits offer quite an apology for sporting sins committed almost entirely by other.

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doingthedirtydishes · 1 year

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My move to the Yucatan, Mexico: Getting lost in Playa del Carmen – A life thrown into turmoil; Finding my heart in Nicte-Ha.

To travel the world is to experience and write you own book of history. Otherwise you are just reading history written at the hands of the victors. But to truly understand oneself and the world also one must depart the pseudo harbor of safety and explore the intrepid open seas. It is only through others that we truly learn about ourselves; it is only through travel that we sincerely learn of the untold people and cultures of other countries. Opening my mind to the possibilities of travel allowed me to find my heart.

This chapter of my life started in Amsterdam, Holland and ended up spitting me out in Yucatan, Mexico. In the interim, it brought me on a head spinning whistle-stop trek from New York City to Maine to Miami to Nicaragua, back to Miami again, then finally off to Colombia. After being unable to find a suitable apartment for my needs in two different cities in Colombia, with funds dwindling, on the verge of giving up, along with some close friends and business partners, it was determined I would relocate to Mexico.

All the while, my journey was eclipsed by the Covid-19 international pandemic and crisis. At every turn there was a new challenge or hurdle to overcome – they were incessant, always lurking in the shadows. Seventeen of the last twenty-four months have been spent living out of hotels. Whilst almost becoming broke and homeless in a wheelchair twice, having my whole life packed into three suitcases only added insult to injury, pre-pending undue stress and anxiety to an already precarious globetrotting expedition.

Do not be mistaken, this has been a wander of the heart since the start. The impetus behind the mad adventure, the magic of the trail, quest of the soul, always surrounded finding the proper foreign filming location for my TV pilot – an adventure travel show with a twist of spirituality, aptly named: Wheels Up! Once leaving Europe to move home temporarily to Philadelphia, whilst giving my car and all my home items away to the inner-city homeless, before being denied re-entry to Europe twice, it has been a slog.

Once I finally had made it to Cartagena, I thought that was my final destination. After attempting to move there twice before in life, my third attempt I planned to live there two to five years. But after six months of innumerable obstacles, breaking my wallet and almost leaving me no bed to sleep in, our team gave up on the possibility of filming in Colombia. It was at this juncture that I went online in order to find a new city to relocate to in the Yucatan, Mexico. Through an ad on Craigslist I met Julio Cesar Chavez.

Cesar, as he liked to be addressed, was a very congenial person upon first introduction. Without wasting anyone’s time, immediately I informed him on my wheelchair and the necessary living requirements. Within a day he replied via text with a video, a video that showed a few areas of concern, that ended with him proposing where to build ramps for me. After umpteen apartment failures in Colombia, Cesar was an angel in disguise. And after losing all my money a week before my move, I knew it was a match.

At this point, it became evident that I was meant to be in Playa del Carmen – there are no mistakes in life. Since my time living in the Middle East I have always had a connection to the energy of the earth. It is much more fine-tuned in my current stage of life. Once I arrived in “Playa” the energy where I was living was immediately felt. As the same ethereally ‘at home’ comfortable feeling while living in Israel, Holland, Indonesia, Ireland and Colombia, Mexico was no different, genuinely l felt restfully at home.

Cesar owns an eight room apartment rental complex in an off-the-beaten-path quaint neighborhood, Nicte-Ha. It is a working class neighborhood most representative of how average Mexicans live day-to-day. There is one thing for certain when living in such a regional locale, without the chaotic mess of the ‘el Centro’ zone, you do not see many “gringos” AKA foreigners in the streets. It certainly makes for an authentic experience, one most representational of the bona fide ways in which actual Mexicans live.

In my first week while staying in the warm and cozy barrio of Nicte-Ha, I could feel her warm embrace. The people here are incredibly polite and always willing to lend a hand. A local neighborhood replete with rooster crows all hours of the day, where residents often sit in front of their homes or in the street late into the night, where it is not uncommon to hear music played loud – no matter the hour – it is a district whose streets are alive with constant action all day and evening. The energy is alive, palpable.

Nicte-Ha is a neighborhood where the old-school trade traditions of yesteryear still exist. No matter if you need your shoe, electronic or car repaired, it is as safe a bet as finding a corner street food stand. The delectable choices of local recipes sold by individuals on foot or bicycle trying to support their families are boundless: tacos (14 + different types); tamales; pizza; cakes and pies; ice cream; ice treats; fresh coconut water and pulp; fruits and fresh squeezed juices, and a multitude of other delicious treats.

On any given day you might see a pandemonium of tropical parrots or Chachalacas flying overhead, leaving yourself asking yourself Que Paso. There is a gorgeous beach, Esmeralda, within a ten minute walk. And, if you are up for the trek, ‘el Centro’ is a forty-five minute walk. When back home you can expect to be flooded with different shouts from the street by local sellers vending their wares, whether procured and resold, fresh mixed, prepared on cart, baked at home or random impulsive tasty foodstuff.

These hawkers depend on local sales to survive. Many live in homes nearby where the majority do not have doors, windows or flushing toilets. They each have their own distinct method to get your attention. The pizza-by-the-slice purveyor on a bike uses a car battery connected to a boom-box to blare out disco music, with voiceover as the menu. Another man goes through the streets, every other residence, in a very raspy hoarse voice, screaming of sweet bread for purchase. Each day over ten vendors would pass.

The complex was filled with affable guests from all over the world. Over time, I befriended one of my neighbors, Valentin, a burly hirsute Viking looking computer programmer from Montreal. He would later become the investor in my TV show. In two shakes of a lamb’s tail all eight units were booked. Many a night was spent outside sitting on the patio under the bright stars celebrating the wonder of life through profound conversation with new friends. One of the greatest benefits of travel is the people you meet.

Of the daily group there are always a few characters. George and Michele from Czech Republic were a daily source of meaningful conversation – as they travel the world trying to rid the oceans of endless plastic. Rocky, his preferred moniker, a seventy-two year old, extremely outgoing and energetic, filled with Midwest love and compassion, always at the ready for a witty remark or a good time, was a pisser. He was right out of a movie; as were many whose paths I crossed during my time in celebrated Nicte-Ha.

While living in close quarters with others over a long period of time it is without fail that some close relationships will result. Valentin was the first foreigner I met when I moved to Mexico. Eventually a friendship ensued. We would spend nights having local street-stand tacos and beers while talking about everything under the sun. At one point, my show became the topic of interest and, by the time the night had come to a close, Valentin decided he wanted to become the sole investor to produce my TV pilot.

As with any major life decision, I interjected that he should first take the proper amount of time in order find resolve with his decision. It was also recommended that he read a copy of my book, Unbreakable Mind, in order to better fully comprehend the totality of my story. Two weeks later he came to me one afternoon and told me he was 100% committed to the project. Unfortunately, without being forthright, he still had doubts deep in the back of his head. And though he tried to hide them, they were obvious.

Although his words said otherwise, and his questions were flashing red-flags of neon, he insisted he was ready to move forward. Within two weeks, in an infantile tantrum, he decided to pull the plug. The show was off. Not a few days passed before he realized his rash mistake and wanted back in on the deal. We reluctantly agreed to accept him a second time, with the fear that he would later find some other quack reason to kill the deal. We also worried that he might decide to have another shit fit once filming began.

Well, as anticipated, and as you might expect, in due time, Valentin withdrew from the project a second time. But by this time he had already made commitments to people for their time and service. Others ended up being affected, collateral damage so to speak, as a result of another unprocessed impulsive decision. After relentlessly chasing a dream all over the globe for almost two years, attempting to bring to fruition through all means, it was time to walk away. The universe’s message could not be clearer.

A wise elder friend and mentor once told me, “Steven, never tie a bow around it.” In life we have our agenda, but life has its own, as well. And guess whose wins? Never yours! We have no control over our lives; the power of fate conquers all. Life has a way of beating you down until you are on your raw knees begging for mercy from above. As part of your karmic balance, each has their own lessons to overcome in this life. If you do not yield and realize these lessons, the universe returns them with multiplied force.

Obviously I had not learnt the intended lesson: giving up control – living in the now – learning to be patient, waiting for the ‘grand illusion’ to reveal itself. In the interim, we are to continue learning about love and forgiveness, increasing our vibration. Earth is a spiritual school where only the bravest of souls decide to live as a human. What is our purpose here? Why are we here? Every day we each have the opportunity to grow from our experience on earth – every day our reaction and attitude are our choice.

Losing the deal was a gift in disguise. Truth be told, I have no real interest in being on TV, nor all that accompanies that lifestyle. Part of the lesson on giving up control was accepting that for one [unknown] reason or another, the universe had other plans for me than a TV show – at least at this period. What was the reason? That is part of the mystery of life: recognizing the infinite synchronicity and inextricable interconnectedness of the universe at play in every moment of our daily lives. It forever surrounds us.

But I am fine with waiting for the universe to reveal its plan. If we continue on and do not acknowledge the lesson, continuing to carry on without being aware of our true purpose, in which the universe is trying to make us aware, life can be a real drag, not worth living. Life is about facing the unknown, head-on. Travel by its very nature has a never-ending plethora of unknowns. And no different than living, travel causes you to have to face and overcome your fears, befalling tremendous growth for future use.

Travel closely parallels life, as it is an experiential process: one that must be kicked off or fully lived, respectively. No different than trying to figure out how to get to a difficult location in a wheelchair, the universe does not provide a net until action is taken. It is only when venturing out into the void of the great mystery, questing through the fathomless far reaches of the heart, voyaging into the unrevealed dimensions of uncharted territory – the collective unconscious – that you find your conscious not-self.

This journey has revealed its purpose: to accept life as it comes by living ‘in the now’ – and to maintain immense gratitude for the limitless love and support surrounding us always, without fail neither of duty nor of time. Life is a big mirror, a mere self-reflection; what we see in others we are ourselves. Travel, forcing you to shed your superficial titles and security blankets, the story horse of vulnerability that we all ride, opens the way to the road less traveled – the road to your heart, to your inner-being, to God.

Everything happens for a reason. I am where I am supposed to be at this moment of my life – Mexico.

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