#i’d rather stay in this dark void

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part 15 - we’re all misunderstood

"Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could." -Waiting On The World To Change by John Mayer

Masterlist Part 14

The Watchtower was a marvel of engineering and fortitude, constantly in orbit above Earth among the star-studded void of space.

Just a quick glance out of the meeting hall window had proved to the Regent that her little brother would love it here. He’d inherited the innovative side of Fentonworks more than she, so the combination of one of his obsessions and tech to fiddle with was a dream come true. 

(She’d inherited the ruthlessness of Maddie Fenton.) 

Batman, the Dark Knight her little brother had trusted and the father of her soulmate, tapped away at a tablet in hand before turning his focus to her at ease form, hands clasped behind her back. Wonder Woman stood at her side and Superman at the other. A flanking maneuver it seemed. 

The Regent would’ve been offended if they didn’t consider her a threat, despite her willingness to discuss war prevention between the Infinite Realms and the Living Realm. Her armor alone was meant to be intimidating at first appearance, but it was the woman sealed into it that gave off the vibes of ‘Approach with caution’. She was a Warrior, not a pacifist,and everything she presented about herself was meant to signify that. 

However, the Regent was trained by the Ancient of Peace and would demand a peaceful resolution to a crisis rather than conflict, even if the Liminal had no desire for a battle against the Justice League. 

Constantine was a familiar presence in the room. The Laughing Magician had a soft spot for her little brother, but she felt the claim she had of his soul. It was cracked and missing so many pieces, but it was still a good one. The Sad Trenchcoat Man might’ve been a career drunk and conman, but that didn’t mean he was unnecessarily bad. 

He wouldn’t be here if he was. 

The man in question spoke first, much to the obvious surprise of those present, “How’s Phantom?” 

Her helmet turned to face him down where he sat a few feet away, an unopened flask resting on his thigh, “He is fine. Would you like me to pass on a message?” 

Constantine seemed to relax for a moment before shaking his head, “Nah, the kid bugs me enough.” 

“Regent.” Batman interrupted. “We would appreciate it if you could answer some questions we have regarding some disturbing files we received from Phantom.” 

The Liminal nodded, “I suspected as much. I cannot speak much on behalf of the King or others not present, but I will answer what I can truthfully.” 

“Thank you, My Lady, for your willingness to discuss such things with us.” Wonder Woman offered with sincerity in her words. 

The Regent shook her helmeted head, “I’d rather peace than be across from one another on the battlefield, Princess.” 

“Wisely so.” 

The Knight tapped on his tablet again, a projection of one of the Ghost Files documents spreading across the wall behind the Bat, the man in question returning his attention to her. 

“Why does the King require a Regent?” 

If Bruce was being honest, which he was, he’d rather be anywhere else than here in the Watchtower about to helm peace talks between the Infinite Realms and Earth. He’d rather be eating dinner with his children, questioning Phantom about Jason’s whereabouts, or even on patrol- anywhere but here. 

It wasn’t even the presence of the armored woman who’d answered in place of the King Constantine had been asked to summon, rather Bruce wanted nothing to do with the Death Energy he felt in lapses radiating from the Regent that felt… cleaner than that of what Ra’s Al Ghul or Talia had. 

Bruce wanted answers. 

But he also wanted to be anywhere but here. 

He supposed it was his self-preservation instincts trying to get him away from the being that’s been summoned, he had no choice but to stay though. 

“The King is too young.” The Regent replied evenly, hands clasped in front of her stomach, much like Diana would when trying to demonstrate that she’s prepared to draw her sword at a given moment. “There is still much for him to learn and experience before he is ready for the Crown.” 

Batman hummed, even though Constantine spluttered in shock- “A kid defeated Pariah Dark in single combat?” 

“Yes.” 

“There are some questions that we would like to have recorded for the record, would you be amenable to this?” Batman interrupts, “We would also discuss public use.” 

Regent nods, helmet tinting a darker green as the Watchtower lights slant across it for a brief moment. “I accept, though there are some answers that are not mine to give.” The woman takes a breath, “I cannot give the identity of the King without his permission, nor can I discuss how or when he died.”

“Is there a particular reason why?” Superman asks. “It is considered taboo to ask a ghost anything related to their death because it can cause them to relieve it.” A pause, “Ghosts, or Ecto-Entites, are a fighting-based culture. They are beings of varying intelligence, thoughts, and emotions- sentient and sapient, much like humans and aliens. Capable of great things, both good and evil.” 

Bruce processed those words, a pit of horror forming in his chest. How many times has this woman said those exact words, hoping for them to be heard? They were eloquent, with the formality that hinted at diplomatic training, but with so much hope that it almost physically hurt. 

Capable of great things, both good and evil. 

Wasn’t that the choice Bruce made every time he put on the cowl? Anytime one of his kids got hurt and he felt such rage in his bones? He made the choice every day to do good and while it may not be great in the broader scale of things, it was to somebody somewhere. That was what it meant to be alive, to have free will, to exist. 

Now he finally understood why Phantom gave him the Ghost Files. 

He needed this. This confrontation of what it means to exist outside of Bats and Birds, the cowl and the mask, as a being. Would Bruce have listened had he not seen the Files? If he hadn’t seen the inhumanity committed upon the inhuman? What evil would he have perpetuated had he refused to listen? 

(Tim might think he had been the only one to watch the video of Danny Fenton’s death.)

(He was wrong.)(What if he hadn’t heard the wail?)(What if he hadn’t seen the rebirth of Fenton to Phantom?) 

With all the bloodshed the GIW had on their collective hands, they would not go quietly. 

The Regent had emphasized their zealot tendencies, hypocritical ideology perpetuated by the Drs. Fentons and somewhat lackluster training, but exceedingly advanced technology geared explicitly towards Ecto-Entities in her testimony to the Justice League in the hours that followed. Several examples from the Ghost Files were explained and expanded on, including the destruction of the Casper High Gym which resulted in the death of a faculty member and the maiming of a student. Evidence of the town roads being utterly demolished, what looks like the aftermath of war being the norm for the citizens as they try to go about their daily lives. 

She had prepared to discuss all the above, and gone through various questions she’d been expecting from the League, but she had steadfastly avoided thoughts of the GIW’s unethical experimentation. Naturally, the League began this particular section with the Files’ opened to what Danny, Tucker, and Sam had included, a warning issued to all present that what they were about to watch was grotesque and to leave the room if they felt unable to hold the contents of their stomachs. 

The Regent was an older sister, a daughter, a leader, and a warrior- but she was still only able to take so much. (She hadn’t known the Fentons recorded Danny’s Phantom’s vivisection.)

(She hadn’t known they called each other sweetie and fudge-kins while digging in his chest cavity.)

Fury was a familiar enemy and friend in equal breaths, existing in the space between her ribs and her heart, trapped by a cage of bone and will. 

Fury echoed by her mirror image that entered the camera frame, sword first and merciless as she gutted Jack Fenton. 

(Regret was nowhere to be found.)(Shame had no place here.)

“By Realms Law 2127 subsection 32f paragraph 3: liminals, mortals, all in between may be promptly judged and or executed on grounds of threat to End a protector spirit or child. May also be decreed as battlefield law when faced with a sufficiently armed opponent and or external force.” The Regent recited monotonously. “Drs. Fenton also could have been tried for Invasion by opening the portal, but Phantom was able to give them a pardon.” 

“On what grounds?” Wonder Woman questioned, “He is a protector spirit, yes?” 

“Yes, which allowed the previous Law to be enacted and legal. By him acting within Amity Park and using Fenton tech to catch Ghosts, he gave them a pardon by an unspoken alliance.” 

“An alliance they broke,” Batman this time was clearly angry too in his clenched fists were any indication, “when they vivisected Phantom.”

“Yes.” The Regent continued, “Make no mistake, I uphold the Realms Law to the best of my abilities and expect my subjects and my council to do the same. We are a people and people have societies, societies have structures and without that, we would be no better than what the GIW claims us to be.” 

“Well spoken, My Lady.” Wonder Woman complemented, clearly taken by the Regent’s speech. 

“This is all gory and horrifying, but we still haven’t talked about preventing a bloody war.” 

While he’d been quietly observing the meeting, minor mutterings here and there, Constantine remained the only Dark member present. The Regent was somewhat fond of the Sad Man, even without having ownership over his soul (or the majority of shards) he would remain a fond memory for the Nightingales. 

 “My Lady,” the Magician belatedly addressed her, clearly having recalled to whom exactly he was speaking. 

“Constantine,” Batman warned, “we’ll get to that.” 

“Indeed we shall. In fact,” the Regent twirled a hand in a graceful motion “the Anti-Acto Acts is the main point of contention on the docket and allows that,” now she thrust a pointed finger at the Files’ section on ‘experimentation’, “to be legal.” 

“It’s been discussed, previously, to bring these laws before the UN with a censored version of the Ghost Files.” 

The Regent nodded almost immediately, “If you can, yes, but I would recommend leaking some of the data for the public to judge.” 

“Amity Park, for instance?” Superman asked, “Let the public choose a side and put pressure on the UN.” 

“Perhaps.” WW nodded, “Though there is likely chance that blame will be shifted onto the Ghosts solely for the damage.” 

“We can show the footage of the attacks that caused them.” Batman interjected, “As well as the videos of Phantom protecting Amity’s citizens at risk to himself.” 

The Regent agreed, “There are also videos of teenagers practicing drills for Ghost and Ghost Hunter attacks.” 

“What about sitting for an interview for a newspaper?” Superman suggested, “I can get a reputable reporter to conduct it.” 

“That can be done.” 

The Regent felt a slight tug on her Proto-Core, a shiver down her spine to follow- her little brother was trying to summon her back to him. Nothing urgent, not with just a slight tug, not an emergency. 

It had been quite a while here anyway and she missed her boys. 

“I’m afraid I am being summoned for a council meeting.” The Regent announced, “If I am needed again-“ 

She took a breath before turning to Batman, “You May summon me, Dark Knight, through your Lady’s Claim.” 

A friendly handshake with Superman, “Have your reporter meet me in the Ridge next Friday during the Witching Hours.” 

A clasping of arms with Wonder Woman, Warrior to warrior, “When this is settled, I would ask for a spar, Princess.” 

And the Regent was gone in a torrent of icy green-tinted mist. 

A/N:

Happy new year!

I can't believe it's 2024 already! Feels like I just got used to writing 2023.

As always, thanks to the wonderful beta @meditating-cat, who also let me who use them as a sounding board for ideas for the Regent earlier. I cannot wait to write those ideas, let me tell you.

As always, if you have any song suggestions please feel free to share and check out the masterlist for the rest of the series. It's always updated afterwards!

Thanks for reading!

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz x jason #batman #anti-ecto acts #let's get it #happy new year 2024 #lets start it off right with the end of the GIW

[irodimww]

Blindy and Bunster Headcanons

SHOUTOUT TO @fawncr33k FOR INSPIRING ME TO MAKE A POST OF MY HC’S OF THE SILLIES !! (I’ve always wanted to make an HC post omg) thanks y’all for liking the silly jester and carnivore bnnuys !!

BLINDY HEADCANONS

＞FIRST WITH BLINDY’S PERSONALITY OMG: For a quick rundown, he’s cold, distant, private/secretive, very “guardian-like” (but in a dark way), grim, serious, blunt, kinda antisocial, strategic (I’d give a lot more details but we’d be here all day SOBBING)

＞ Blindy’s favorite color is red!! (reminds him of meat)

＞ He is a carnivore! I like to imagine him with fangs/sharper canines due to eating meat

＞ His ears can pick up the most quiet of noises from the farthest of distances away! He’s very fast, and can run in very quiet, quick footsteps. He also has a very strong sense of smell!—Although he has a very dull sense of taste, and his body has been trained throughly to practically not sense any sort of pain.

＞ He is immune to alcohol! I feel like Blindy has a really odd immune system after being in the void (the place he’s first introduced in the secret post-credit scene) and therefore he either is immune, or has a really strong tolerance to alcohol

＞ Blindy is 4’8 ft tall

—— (JorgeWrites, one of the developers of The Bunny Graveyard, actually said that Blindy was a short king—although he never confirmed an actual height sooooo-)

＞ He is very lightweight; as in he weighs very lightly! Being in the void for a long time (in which I headcanon him having stayed there for like, ATLEAST A SOLID 10 YEARS) has him probably at around 80 lbs in weight. ＞ HE DOES NOT SLEEP; from my HC of him staying in the void for 10 years, he probably has gotten used to almost never sleeping—if he does sleep, he either sleeps while standing up and only sleeps half an hour (max time he spent resting was 8 hours probably).

＞ He’s very alert and pays attention to all of his surroundings at all times. He also has the ability to hold his breath for long periods of time and stay very still; very silent! Although, he can’t relax—his regular state is just being alert and highly attentive on everything.

＞ Blindy’s main weapon of choice is a sword! He likes slashing targets with his sword rather than stabbing. The sword itself is very long (almost like a katana!) but it looks like the sword from the SWORD Area of 4/1/1992 (I suggest playing that free mini game btw! It hints at a lot of things of The Bunny Graveyard as a whole)

＞ Blindy hates any sort of physical touch, you touch his shoulder? He’ll slap your hand away. The farthest he’s gotten with someone in physical touch is literally hand holding—also for anyone who’s curious NAWWW HE’S NEVER HAD A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP IN HIS LIFE

＞ Blindy’s Aromantic in my eyes, he has no interest in romance and doesn’t feel any sort of romantic attraction to anyone he’s ever met lol. (I should also quickly say this that NAW he is not in love with Bunster in regards to Blindybun, I’ll explain more about their dynamics in a different post)

＞ He doesn’t really swear a lot, but when he does it’s usually in small doses—to emphasize a point. He picks his words carefully; thinking before speaking ! ＞ He doesn’t lie, but he tends to not give the truth very easily. He has a skill in avoiding and deflecting questions about himself.

★彡 I’m gonna stop the Blindy HC’s right there because WE STILL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT MY SECOND FAVORITE SILLY, THE JESTER OF ALL TIME, BUNSTER !!! ★彡

BUNSTER HEADCANONS:

＞ Bunster’s personality is EASY: egotistical/prideful, vain, arrogant, grandiose, attention-seeking, VERY AGGRESSIVE, temperamental, eccentric, probably has a superiority complex, a major asshole, very petty, bossy, heartless, cruel, (I COULD SAY SO MUCH ABOUT HIM OMG)

—— (ElPichon, a developer of The Bunny Graveyard, also confirmed Bunster being a “bad kind of asshole”, in which he rated him a 9/10 for how much of a jerk he is)

＞ He is 5’8 ft tall (He is confirmed to be shorter than Kiwi, who the developers said was around 6’0 ft tall!)

＞ His main weapon of choice are daggers! He specifically dual-wields a pair of daggers and has a lot of throwing knives on him, not to mention he takes great pride with his GREAT SKILL of using knives

＞ He is the type to want to steal the spotlight off of anyone else and want everyone to pay attention to just him—if he doesn’t get that attention he starts getting into a tantrum and gets violent

＞ He is VERY heartless. He’s an irredeemable asshole that loves no one but himself, and he will use or push down others in order to get himself to the top. He has a VERY small capacity to care for others, but usually whenever he cares about another person it’s for his own benefit—usually.

—— (ElPichon on a stream once had actually said that Bunster had no love in him.)

＞ He LOVES pointing at other peoples’ insecurities and making fun of others to put himself up (in reality he has a big insecurity about his own strength and power)

＞ He falls for flattery very easily, and always craves for compliments—any criticism, however, will probably result in him throwing a knife at you

＞ He doesn’t really make “true relationships” (because he believes he’s already the best on his own and that he doesn’t need others). Because of this he kinda ended up being incredibly lonely, but he’s too prideful to want to let others into his personal life

＞ Bunster is outwardly homophobic (so that others don’t make fun of him) but secretly FRUITY AS HECK. He is ?? So secretly fruity. He’s either a closeted gay or a closeted bisexual in my head LMAO (this is a meme).

＞ He is VERY hypocritical. Along with being a hypocrite, he is the type to CONSTANTLY lie. You cannot trust this guy in keeping his word or telling the truth, he’s gonna lie and betray you the moment you’re weak

＞ Feel like I haven’t said this yet—Bunster is physically strong, and is actually the strongest in his circus (I HC him being the self-appointed leader because he’s the most powerful of his group). He values strength over intelligence, and is not one to strategize—more so he just tries to pulverize and overwhelm his enemy with brute strength.

＞ He has a really distorted image of himself and holds himself to the highest of standards. The moment his image is cracked he lashes out and gets very pissed off—bro just doesn’t want to accept that he’s weaker than someone else (Blindy COUGH COUGH)

＞ Bunster isn’t really the type to compromise, if he wants something, he wants all of it—not part of it or not some of it, all of it. He’s also very demanding and impatient with what he wants.

＞ Lastly, he is NOT into romance, he wants none of the cuddly, strawberry sweet fluff. He just wants a rush of adrenaline bro (cue in his most favorite hated enemy Blindy)

★彡 I think I’m gonna stop here for tonight omg (2 hours of writing HC’s on tumblr, damn) ANYWAY IF YALL HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ABOUT BLINDY AND BUNSTER FEEL FREE TO PING ME !! (Explosion)

NONE OF MY HEADCANONS THAT AREN’T BACKED UP BY STATEMENTS OF THE DEVS ARE CANON BY THE WAY!!!!

by the way THIS IS FICTIONAL; i don’t support people like bunster in real life (just needed to put this in in case people were somehow thinking I liked heartless assholes in real life which I DO NOT—)

#irodimww’s ramblings #bunny graveyard #the bunny graveyard #bunster the bunny graveyard #tbg blindybun #blindy the bunny graveyard

[artedimichelangelo]

Hi! if your taking requests I’d like to request something! Could you please write a Jaime Lannister x fem!reader in which she’s his friend and has always had feelings for him, and she’s one of the few people who has never called him kingslayer because she couldn’t believe he was a bad person even if she didn’t know the whole story. And maybe after he loses his hand he comes back to king’s landing and he feels worthless (cause he can’t fight anymore and everyone even cersei is treating him badly) but reader stays by his side and reassures him. So he notices that she’s the only one who’s always been there for him and in a moment of vulnerability he tells her the whole mad king story. And she feels really bad for what happened to him also because she sees how it’s something that still haunts him so she hugs him and he has someone to comfort him for the first time. He’s been though so much and I just want him to have someone who’s there for him because they genuinely care 🥲.

I hope what I said made sense because english is not my first language. Anyway feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you! :)

For the first time - Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader.

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I hope this fic is to your liking and if maybe you wanted something different, please feel free to tell me.

Also, I think I got carried away with this one, let me know what you think.

Plus, if there is something in the warnings or in general that I forgot to mention, you can tell me without problems.

Oh I also recommend the song For the first time by Mac DeMarco for this one.

Pairings: Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, mentions of Cersei Lannister and Bronn.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; not very much proofread; a tiny bit of angst; mentions of blood; fluff.

Word Count: 3710.

As the sun set, the Red Keep was under surveillance of the royal guards, even more so than in the morning.

When the servants lit the lanterns, Y/n knew that her watch had begun and she would have to keep an eye on the corridors of the king's residence.

By now she knew her shifts by heart and had got used to them, as she had been serving the royal family as a knight for years.

Her father was an old acquaintance of the king, so it was not difficult to obtain this role in the fortress.

Y/n was the only woman among all the other knights; she had to protect others but also herself, as many of the men she worked with were uncouth and often disrespected her.

However, she unfortunately had gotten used to it and had her reflexes ready for any hypothetical attack.

Whilst wandering through the corridors faintly lit by the flames of the torches, she could only hear subtle whispers, precisely of two voices overlapping, one interrupting the other and not even giving each other time to breathe.

As she proceeded, Y/n had to take great care not to make noise with her armour, which barely scraped the walls against which she had flattened herself so as not to be seen.

By doing so, she was able to see who the voices corresponded to: one belonged to Cersei Lannister and the other to Jaime, her twin brother and a close friend of Y/n's.

"You're ridiculous, it's as if you're betraying me." Said the queen with venom, lowering her clipped voice even more after hearing a footstep around the corner of the hall. "Know that if I fall into the void, you come down with me."

With such words, or rather threats, she left the golden-haired knight on the spot, his gaze lost in the darkness..

Jaime was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence of his dear companion, at least not until he heard her voice muffled in his ears.

"Is something troubling you?" Y/n repeated for the umpteenth time.

She had only eavesdropped on a minimal part of the conversation between the two siblings, but from the expression on the man's face before her, Y/n could deduce that it was not particularly pleasant.

"To tell you the truth, yes.'" The young Lannister replied, his arms crossed against the thick metal of his golden breastplate. "Our days are so hectic that we haven't even had time to exchange a few words today, I have truly missed your suave voice."

"I see that flattery never lacks, what an honour." Y/n said snarkily, a hand on her chest as noble women do when they receive compliments from high-ranking lords. "Don't make me blush with your beaming smile, I don't think my heart can handle that."

Actually, Y/n really liked her friend's compliments, they made her feel important and her princely smile always gave her goosebumps. But she would never confess that to him, she had no intention of inflating the man's ego.

"Seriously though, I know when something's wrong, Jaime, I can see it in your sad eyes."

At that point his gaze lowered to the stone tiles on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, his friend was capable of reading a person as if they were a young lads' book.

"Nothing relevant, simple bickering between Lannisters, you know how it is by now." He laughed it off, but Y/n could swear she saw the man's eyes glaze over, as if he was exhausted and wanted to cry cascades.

Instinctively, she embraced him, and the clash of metal protecting them could be distinctly heard in the cool night.

The so-called Kingslayer was taken by surprise, but he did not budge; on the contrary, he reciprocated this action that was almost foreign to him, as it was full of affection.

He had not received such intense and warm hugs since he was a toddler.

"It is not fair of me to insist on this subject, however, know that you are not alone and that you are loved." She breathed into his ear, her voice like a sweet melody he wished he could hear every morning.

Y/n loved the man and would have given her own life to make him realise how remarkable he was.

Jaime's hand covered by his thick leather gloves moved to the woman's shoulders, as if to attract her attention. The golden knight almost wished he could caress her scarred face from the past, yet he considered it might be an inappropriate move.

"You know, from a distance you definitely look shorter." He received a hearty chuckle from the brave woman in front of him. "Glad to amuse you so much."

"Let's say you can be hilarious at times, if you don't wake up in a bad mood." She sneered, the muscles in her face almost hurt from how much they tightened, but she couldn't stop laughing.

And it was in that pleasant moment, that Jaime had the desire to capture Y/n in a painting, for in her simplicity and modesty, with her hair dishevelled and a few wisps surrounding her face, the blond lion saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he had thought the first time he saw her.

"Do I have something on my face?" Once again she roused him from his thoughts, Jaime's eyes constantly lit up with every interaction with the well-known cunning knight. "This is not the time to be distracted, Ser Jaime Lannister, the long night awaits us and we must remain alert for the coming of morrow!"

"You're the one who talks in circles and makes me lose focus, don't talk bollocks!" He replied, patting her on the shoulder, thus beginning a brief fight of playful shoving, their thin laughter heard only by the stars in the dark blue.

Gathered in the courtyard of the Red Keep were the royal knights, led by Jaime Lannister, ready to move on the new enemy, Robb Stark of Winterfell.

"If we follow the plans, we will be able to trample that brat and prevail over his soldiers." The golden knight's voice boomed against the walls, making it impossible to miss. "And if all goes as planned, we will be able to return to King's Landing with victory in our grasp."

As he concluded his speech, his gaze crossed Y/n's confused one on the other side of the yard.

"I didn't think there was a gathering, nor that we had to leave." Said the woman as soon as the young Lannister reached her.

"That is because I did not actually mention it to you."

"It doesn't matter, it happens to anyone to make a mistake, so around what time of day is the departure?"

Jaime looked at her as if in sorrow and in order to speak to her privately, he gently took Y/n's wrist and led her to a hidden corridor, away from prying eyes.

"I did not mention it because you are not coming with us." He grimaced, feeling guilty and expecting a strong disappointment from his friend.

"But I cannot stay here and do nothing while you fight, it is not fair for you to lose your blood out there while I am safe in here." The brave young knight felt the world falling on her, she could not just stand there while the others left, only to perhaps not return.

The woman’s glazed eyes met Jaime's again, her lip quivering to prevent her from shedding any tears, and that heartbroken expression made the blonde-haired knight's heart ache.

"I want to come with you."

"No, no, no, no, Y/n, I implore you." Instinctively, the young Lannister captured the lady’s face in his hands, holding her firmly by the cheeks. The warmth of her skin made his palms tingle almost in a pleasant way. "I have not made this decision to make you grieve and distress, not even to invalidate your abilities. I did it for you, Y/n, for you are as dear to me as the Moon is to the Stars."

Was it strange on the lion's part to find the doe's face extremely bewitching during her cry?

The usual strands of hair escaping from her ponytail were now as if glued to her cheeks, tears and sweat had held them against her rosy, freshly sun-kissed skin.

And Jaime had never felt his stomach in a knot, as if thousands of butterflies were flapping their wings inside it. Often blinded by the presence of his twin sister, he had never paid attention to how much Y/n truly cared for him and loved him, perhaps even more than Cersei.

"Listen to me carefully, hm?" The knight before him nodded, so that he could proceed. "I will return to you, I promise and I mean it. You know well that we Lannisters always keep our promises."

Without debating Y/n moved closer to the crook of Jaime's neck, so that she could feel his scent and the warmth of his body a little closer, as if her mind had to remember those minor details so that she would not be feeling lonely in the days when the blond knight was absent.

Oh, how she longed to confess all her love and adoration to him, and how she wanted to hurt those who called him terrible names without even knowing the truth about his past.

"Know that I will wait patiently for your return, and I swear by the seven kingdoms that if you do not make it back, I will come directly to get you from the depths of hell where you will end up."

They both smiled sadly, as if to relieve the tension of the moment.

"Make a safe return, Ser Jaime Lannister, and know that, even from afar, I protect you." Y/n recomposed herself and the two shook hands for the last time, him putting more pressure as if he did not want to leave her there, but duty awaited the man.

That was the last time Y/n saw Jaime Lannister in King's Landing, still intact and with every piece of his shining armour on his shoulders, his golden hair only barely concealed by his helmet, and his friendly voice overpowering that of all the other men as he made the way to their destination.

On a particularly heated day in the blazing sun, Y/n had obtained a free morning off of duty, so she took the opportunity to read some old letters sent by her father.

Sometimes she missed her hometown, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting up to her chamber window and the voice of her father commanding everyone around him with his booming voice.

Immersed in the words of ink on the thin parchment, the knight had not noticed a presence under the archway at the entrance to her chamber.

She was so quiet and beautiful, as if he had seen her for the first time.

"Y/n." Faintly from the man's cracked lips came the name of the woman, who turned around, stunned, as if she had seen a ghost.

As she rose from her bed, she dropped all the letters on the ground, but it mattered little as seeing Jaime Lannister again after so long made her fling herself at him.

"Are you real? Who did this to you? I convinced myself you were never coming back, I thought... I thought you were dead." She asked frantically, but received no reply. "Does Cersei know of your return?" She questioned again, helping him reach the masters so they could tend to his wounds.

"No, you’re the first person I wanted to see." He managed to say, and if it hadn’t been for Y/n, his face would have collided with the red rock tiles of the castle, as his legs were giving out and he was about to fall.

After the proper care, Y/n offered to help Jaime take a hot and relieving bath.

It would not have been an uncomfortable situation, since they had known each other all their lives and she was there especially to protect him in that vulnerable state.

"You should not be here to assist me, I have never deserved any kind of attention from you." He murmured in a grimace, as his friend poured warm water on his head. "This water is boiling, do you perhaps wish to see me bald?"

"Nonsense."

And Jaime did not understand if that reply referred to what he said first, or to his complaints.

"I promised you I would come back and here I am in the flash, or at least most of it."

"Also thanks to Brienne, because your tongue could have stopped you from returning to King’s Landing." Y/n responded seriously, her calloused hands massaging oils through his now dirty blond hair.

He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes.You should have seen the look on her face. The look I've seen for 17 years on face after face." He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes. "You are the only exception and this makes me feel less of a human shit… but everyone else? No, they all despise me. Kingslayer. Oath breaker. Man without honour. Ever heard of wildfire?"

"Of course."

"The mad king was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn--the way their skin blackened, blistered, melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like; he burned Hands that disobeyed him; he burned anyone that was against him." The weak lion shook his head as his past resurfaced before his eyes, he remembered it all as if it had occurred the day before. "Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere, so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city: beneath the Sept of Baelor, the slums of flea bottom, under houses, stables, taverns, even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came."

Y/n was somewhat shaken, but this did not prevent her naive curiosity from knowing more about the story.

"What happened afterwards?" She asked timidly, moving in front of the man, as if to show she was all ears.

"Robert Baratheon marched upon the capitol after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the mad king as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me, didn't listen to Varys, who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey sunken cunt."

The woman shuddered at the name of the Grandmaster. She never liked him, and he was merely a court rodent who should have been eliminated a long time before.

"He told him that he could trust the Lannisters, since they have always been loyal friends of the crown. So, we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Fucking imbecile." He laughed bitterly. "Once again I came to the king begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer and told him to burn them all. "Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds." He ordered him… tell me, if your king commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women and children were burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?"

Jaime looked straight into her eyes, but he did not really need an answer, for he already knew it. Y/n would never have let that happen and would have made the same decision as the young Lannister.

"So what did I decide to do? First, I killed the pyromancer, and then when the king turned to flee I drove my sword into his back. "Burn them all," he kept saying. "Burn them all." I don't think he expected to die. He meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again reborn as a dragon and turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."

"And that's where Ned Stark found you." It was not difficult for the clever woman to put the pieces of the puzzle together, thus revealing why the lord of Winterfell loathed and despised Jaime so much.

"Exactly. That's where Ned Stark found me."

"If this is true, why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?"

"Stark. You think the honourable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?" The man suddenly stood up, ravaged by fury and anger.

By then, the bubbles in the tub had vanished and the water had turned cold, like a winter's night.

In order not to disrespect her superior, the woman turned away, subsequently handing him a bathrobe to cover himself.

"I believe you and I guarantee that I have always been on your side, and always will be, for better or for worse. I know there is little I can do, for the damage has now been done, but I have no intention of ever leaving you alone." She promised Jaime, slowly ushering him towards his chamber.

Y/n's hands gently held the figure at her side, as if she had become accustomed to its fragility.

She was used to holding her sword firmly and tightly to unsheathe it against her enemies; but with the man she loved, her hands were tender and cautious, as if he were the feather of a dove.

Settled in his bed and wrapped in the soft sheets, Jaime could finally rest, or at least recover before getting back into the swing of things.

"Get some proper sleep, you and I will have a lot to do together over the next few days." Y/n gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and bid him a good night.

"See you in the morrow." Whispered the knight, more to himself, touching the spot on his forehead that was graced by the most exquisite lips he had ever seen.

"You are very clever Bronn, but not clever enough!" Y/n exclaimed in amusement, and between laughs continued to smack her friend's backside as spite.

Joining the two on the shore of the beach was Jaime, and every time he saw her, he could swear it was like seeing her for the first time, in which he was completely dumbfounded by her persona.

"Look who's here, finally the princess has joined us."

"Funny Bronn, really, I didn't think you could be so funny." Replied the blond sarcastically, already having his sword drawn in his left hand.

"I'll leave you two alone, be sure to knock her ass out, avenge me my friend."

And so it was that the two companions were left alone, the waves of the sea the only audible sound other than the clashing metal of their swords.

Jaime Lannister was visibly tired, although training had only just begun, but he wasn’t used to sparring with his left hand after losing his dominant one.

"I believe in you and I know you can do it, just a little more effort and we’re done." Y/n encouraged her friend, not to annoy him or rush him, on the contrary, she wanted to help him believe again in his strengths and abilities.

With one blow forward and too many steps back, the lion tripped and fell on the sand, too exhausted and out of breath to get up.

"I am not as strong as before, Y/n, I am no good to this world."

He gave up all too soon and she couldn’t accept it, not when aware of his immense potential.

"Listen to me carefully, your attitude won’t help. I know how you really are and I will help you recover, even if I have to wait a lifetime to see you getting your ass off the ground. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Initially Jaime was stunned and taken aback by her words, but his astonishment turned into a smug, satisfied grin.

He was completely enamoured with the wonderful woman before him.

"I love you," Those two words slipped from his lips very clearly. "But not like I love my family or my dear twin sister. No. I truly love you, Y/n, and I was a fool for not admitting it sooner. Or I have my vulnerable state to thank for prompting me to confess my feelings for you."

"Apparently I should push you more often into situations like this, if they allow you to talk and allow me to find out what is always running through your mind." Y/n smiled sweetly and slowly kneeled before him, to reach his eye level, as he was still sitting on the grainy sand. "But I love you too, silly man."

Y/n gently caressed Jaime’s chin and then his cheek, the newly grown beard tickling her hand, but that did not bother her at all.

The blond, with some of the courage he had left in his body, took the sweet woman’s hand into his and left a short trail of kisses across her palm.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to taste your lips that night under the stars."

"What’s keeping you from doing it now before the sunset?"

"Always so clever, are we?"

And so their lips finally met. It was as if they were destined to touch sooner or later.

It was an intense and extremely passionate kiss, they had lusted after each other for so long that they couldn’t even get enough of it.

At that very moment, Jaime Lannister said to himself that, perhaps, despite all the misfortunes, he deserved a happy ending.

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The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

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Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

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Melanie Martinez - PORTALS - Sentence Starters

Change pronouns as necessary. Feel free to combine or separate as needed. Content Warnings for: Death, afterlife, reflections on negative past relationships, period talk and kinks (moon cycle), guns, sexual situations, drowning, etc.

DEATH

“Death is life.” “They’re carving my name on the grave again.” “Their flowers are fresh and their faces wet.” “My body has died but I’m still alive.” “Look over your shoulder, I’m back from the dead.” “Sayin’ all the same things.” “I’m gone this time.” “Your words mean nothing, so take them back.” “Meet me here across the plain.” “The other side, I’m not far.” “When you aren’t around I sink into the ground.” “I try to pretend I’m closer to you.” “Never understand it.” “You’re always on my mind.” “I cannot help it.” “I don’t wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders.” “Death has come to me.” “Kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure.” “Immortal by design.” “I’ll be meeting you here every time.” “Back from the dead.” “They’re saying my name in their prayers again.” “I flicker the lights so they understand.” “I won’t say goodbye, I’m right by your side.” “We’re screaming and pleading this separation ends.” “Doing all your witchcraft to pull me in.” “Burning all your sage to connect our line.” “I show my presence, you run away in fear of ghosts.” “I try to talk, the barriers are too strong.” “Please don’t ever worry.” “I know it’s morbid.” “But we all die one day.” “I’m back from the dead.” “I’m back.”

VOID

“In the void.” “I’m spinning around the corner.” “I’m tasting kind of lonely.” “My mind wants to control me.” “There’s rotten things left in me.” “Injected by society.” “No one here but me to judge me.” “Pipe down with the noise.” “I cannot bear my sorrow.” “I hate who I was before.” “I fear I won’t live to see the day tomorrow.” “Someone tell me if this is hell.” “I got to escape the void.” “There is no other choice.” “Tryna turn down the voices” “The void ate me.” “Look at the mess I’ve done.” “There is nowhere to run.” “Holding a loaded gun.” “Like a priest behind confession walls, I judge myself.” “My eyes are staring at me, they seem so damn unhappy.” “Collect my fickle insecurities.” “Turn them into beauty.” “Alchemize the dark within me.” “Kneeling on a metal grater.” “Bloody like a body that has died.” “Tangled in my own intestines.”

TUNNEL VISION

“Follow the tunnel into the portal.” “Lay all your burdens to rest.” “Drink from the fountain, death’s holy water.” “Watch as you’re put to the test.” “I make them panic.” “It’s satanic how I bend my body.” “You can look, but you can’t touch.” “I’m not just anybody.” “Caught in a haze and hypnotized.” “You’re too thirsty.” “Open your view and you will find.” “Stop searching.” “Eyes on the prize.” “Thought the cherry would be better than the pie.” “You like that.” “That’s your demise.” “You hold me like you’re rushing to my thighs.” “Too fast.” "But your focus is empty.” “Tunnel vision, then dead me.” “Honeysuckle and fresh meat.” “But I’m more than that, more than that.” “Playing house to distract me.” “You’re no good at acting.” “Obvious what you’re after.” “They always hustle for the pussy, so they’ll never get it.” “I’ll make them tumble down the hill they climbed.” “I don’t regret it.” “I saw that trick fall out your sleeve.” “I’m so certain.” “You hum a tune I don’t believe. It ain’t working.” “Crossing my heart.” “I’d rather die than be the needle in your eye.” “Show me how far obsession goes.” “Could’ve been more, now we’ll never know.”

FAERIE SOIRÉE

“The blue stars running down my forehead.” “Cold wings flutter when they’re moving.” “Mushrooms everywhere I’m turning.” “Laced with love, intensive grooving.” “I know how to make you go crazy every day.” “Tease your mind and trick you, you really wanna stay.” “I know a way to make you lose your pace.” “If you wanna run with the magic, lose sight of the gravity of weight.” “Lips of sugar.” “I’m breathing the pheromones again.” “Hands are tied and miranda rights mean nothing.” “Led me astray to the faerie soirée.” “Now I wanna run with magic.” “Lose sight of the gravity of home.” “Somewhere on venus, they’re searching for me.” “While I’m covered in the muck of the earth and the sea.” “Scratching my carcass like dogs with fleas.” “I keep leaning to dying in all of my dreams.” “Gather me, all of we, everyone.” “I’ve been the boys and the girls, and everyone in between.”

LIGHT SHOWER

“You are the light I’ve been searching for forever.” “I’ve really never felt the rain.” “Buried in the desert, didn’t think I’d push through the dirt.” “You just cleansed me like a waterfall.” “I’m screaming like a kettle on a stove.” “You cranked the heat up, I was cold.” “My past grew mold around my heart.” “All my anger, sadness, regret disappeared, it’s madness.” “I’m not used to all this water love, it’s true.” “But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you.” “The tips of your teeth fit perfectly in me.” “You��re a shower of light I’d devour any day of the week.” “Baby, cleanse me.” “I was surprised to see heaven in your eyes.” “I never once was treated right.” “You’re what I’m missing in my life.” “As bright as the sun.” “Let’s run into another dimension.” “You make me feel like I’m on drugs.”

SPIDER WEB

“I move like a moth or a butterfly.” “Craving a change in the wind.” “I swirl by all the insects and the flies.” “Watching the cycle they’re in.” “Better off dead than wasting my hours flying where I shouldn’t be.” “Flexing like pricks with their stolen power.” “They’re just who the spider will eat.” “Spinning all your silk and moving all your eight legs.” “To build a web that’ll spread through the world.” “Feeding off your highs and lows.” “Curious to see us struggle.” “No one can leave once they merge.” “I’m hiding myself from the enemy.” “I wish to not be perceived.” “Didn’t ask for this dangerous ability.” “I’m feeling too scared to sleep.” “Better off dead than stuck in a maze.” “The center may seem like a gift.” “Big bite, they liquify the insides first.” “Wrap them tight, securing their spot in the spider web.” “Up all night, bound to their addiction to it.” “Lifeless eyes, they die in the pit of the spider’s web.”

LEECHES

“Leeches surrounded, conscious is throbbing.” “They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight.” “Caught in the river of tears I cried.” “Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden.” “Push their way inside, I go run and hide.” “They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight.” “Slimy and superficial.” “Straining their yapping to seem official.” “Making it beneficial to their cause.” “How much blood can you draw with your claws?” “From a flesh that’s not yours?” “My hands aren’t yours.” “Gnaw on my bones, no marrow.” “Left to keep you enthralled.” “I guess that is the luck of the draw.” “Let all their friends in, the enemies present.” “They don’t think too hard about your fragile heart.” “They eat off the table you set so you starve.” “Stop all your breathing.” “No, don’t let them see you.” “They find any way just to make you stay.” “Right where they want you, in their piss colored games.” “

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

“Falling asleep by the arcade.” “Liquor it jumps off your tongue.” “You used all your words for a quick game.” “Blew it all before you won.” “There’s musical chairs in my teeth.” “Poke me to battle, I’ll jump on the saddle.” “I’ll smile as you fall to your feet.” “And they talk without thinking.” “They bark while they’re shaking.” “Teeth that are round and dull.” “And they yell while they’re chasing.” “I’m steady pacing.” “My syllables hit the floor.” “How stupid, selfish baby.” “Don’t you battle with my larynx tonight.” “I’ll wreck you if you chase me.” “But I’ll be silent til you cross the line.” “So crude and selfish baby.” “Call all your guys in the dive bar.” “They’ll give you the validation your daddy could never bestow you.” “While bloody, They’ll tell you’ve won.”

THE CONTORTIONIST

“Twisted all my limbs for you.” "Two of them in knots and two of them in loops.” “Ribbons tied around like a noose.” “Wonder if I’ll ever get it loose.” “I don’t wanna bruise for you.” “Holding my words back until my face is blue.” “I don’t really care about your crew.” “You can tell them what you wanted to.” “Bones are crushing.” “Pushing me.” “Body’s touching.” “Loving me.” “Blood is pumping” “Pulling me.” “Feeling nothing.” “Fucking me.” “Crushing me.” “Touching me.” “I’m done.” “Done doing backbends, I break and I snap, it’s no fun.” “Pushed myself into a box while you held out a gun.” “Twisting all my bones like screws.” “Stretching my self worth just like you usually do.” “Caught you like a cold or the flu.” “Praying that I’ll some day be immune.” “Got me like a bad tattoo.” “Always under skin, even when it gets removed.” “Never got a chance to undo.. positions that you forced my way into.”

MOON CYCLE

“Why you always act so serious?” “I said, baby boy, you know I’m on my period.” “He bit the cherry down, he’s delirious.” “Seeing red figures in his mirrors.” “Acting like a real tough, furious.” “Blood swimming, turn him amphibious.” “Says he doesn’t care that he’s into this.” “It happens every time a new season hits.” “Getting ready for my heavy daily creme.” “Keep it handy, womb shedding.” “Any lessons making room for blessings.” “Juice melting like raspberry, pomegranate, it’s so scary.” “My aura got him howling at my moon cycle.” “Now he kissing on the ground that I walk on.” “Tryna get another taste, but I’m all cramped up.” “Pain like a blade on a front lawn.” “But I don’t give a fuck cause I’m so strong.” “I don’t gotta act, I’m a theorist.” “I could win a fight on my period.” “Matter of fact, right now, I could build a pyramid.” “You messing with my cycle, that’s dangerous.”

NYMPHOLOGY

“Call my your nymph.” “Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin.” “Call me your muse.” “A sprite or an elf you cry to then use.” “I will not suffer.” “Cry under covers.” “I’m not your mother.” “It’s nymphology, not psychology.” “Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fucking ought to be.” “Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys.” “Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks he’s the prophecy.” “You can’t even spell but you’re an ‘expert’.” “It’s not fiction, I’m not fae.” “I won’t lick your wounds today.” “But I’ll throw you in the ring.” “Get you with my suffering.” “I’m not crazy, I’m not wild.” “You’re just stupid, little child.” “Get your image off my back.” “I’ll give you a heart attack.” “Don’t treat me that way.” “You’re acting like a wannabe.” “I won’t be ashamed for loving you so honestly.” “You’re in the spell and it worked.” “Did not return in the hurt.” “I’m kicking your ass out.” “Flutter my wings while I pout.” “Push your penis into your mouth. I’ll make you choke on your doubt.” “Cut you off, watch you die. Just a fairy with the knife.” “Diamonds and rubies, the stars in all the movies.” “I am her favorite locket.” “Their semi-precious stones ain’t as cold and luxurious.” “Where did I get refined, get my cuts and my polishes?” “I am too many karats for your budget.” “Your boyfriend tried me on, wore me out, made him cooler.” “Like moldavite or emeralds.” “It will be the brightest, brightest green you’ve ever seen.” “Ancient and it’s protective.” “So rare it is offensive, I think you will agree.”

EVIL

“You called the other day, I stayed away.” “I left your shit on read four times today.” “It felt like bliss, used to miss your kiss.” “Now I’m hop, skip, jumping over narcissists.” “Throwing all your stuff into the abyss.” “Now the role is reversed, told you I’m a switch.” “How’d you like my spit?” “That’s for all the pits that you left me in.” “See the horns on my head? They’re from goddesses.” “No, I never knew what it meant.” “What it meant to be content with you.” “Everything I expressed, I professed, it never quite made it through.” “Said it’s all in my head, all in my head, whenever I spoke my truth.” “No! I won’t defend you to all my friends, this time I refuse!” “If you bite my hand again, I will never feed you, you can call me evil.” “Take it to the grave, if you wanna play pretend.” “I won’t be mistreated, please call me conceited.” “Took me way too long to put this to bed.” “Loving you was lethal, guess that makes me evil.” “Remember when you smiled right to my face?” “All of my little tears of oxalate.” “They made a shape, revealed a snake.” “Now I’m stop-drop rolling over all your jokes.” “Everytime you lie, I’m praying that you choke.” “Should’ve listened to the signs and the horoscopes.” “Hope you never cope, hope you slip on soap.” “Crack your head like an egg, wanna see the yolk.” “You’re such a hoax.”

WOMB

“I see the mother in the chosen space for me.” “Little does she know it’s free.” “I’m undercover, as they wait for joy I cry.” “On a mission in the dark.” “I know my brother, he’ll make the journey later on.” “Conversations in the cosmos.” “It’s all a game now.” “Once I’m in the world, it’s lost.” “Memories gone to evolve.” “Merging cells and flesh.” “I’m baby building all my insides, bright to see the future.” “Right before my eyes, I know.” “In the womb, let me out, not safe but I’m sound.” “Cut the cord, I’m coming.” “Got the blue belly button, too hard to pull through with it.” “All I know she’s birthin’.” “Feeling alive, the closer I get to my life.” “I’m pushing through the center, the core.” “I’m sweating through the flower no more.” "All of the planning.” “Yet I still feel unprepared.” “Kick and screaming, cause I’m scared.” “And I know she suffers, contractions with howling death.” “Eyes are bloody, screaming out.” “Merging spirit, mind and body.” “Bright to see the future.”

POWDER

"Don't wanna know where you're going when you aren't alone" "You'd rather stay the night, too much to believe" "Blood falling out from your nose and I'm wonderin' how." "You glamorize your pain, wear it on display" "And I know it's a cry for help, boy, help yourself" "I opened a million doors, you never go" "It's past point of no return, when will we learn?" "Alert me when this shit is over" "Lying loud, Through it all." "Cut your face from the fall." "When you're hurt, who'd you call?" "I can't answer now." "Confidence from up high." "One way street to the stars." "clean it up, watch you die." "It's yours to decide." "Show me a picture you paint of someone else." "Lived a double life, wish I was surprised" "Eyes rollin' back to your head" "I recognize our faith, put it all to waste"

PLUTO

"I'm hauling an outdated show" "The walls around me are so close, caving in, oh no" "Some other friends that I thought were forever" "And now wanna sever the ties" "The seats have been spotted, I'm no longer doubting" "I think that it's finally time" "Pluto destroy me, kill me off slowly" "I'll bathe in my ashes, rise like a phoenix" "Show me who I am becoming" "Pluto, transform me, turn off my lonely" "I'll sit with my silence, fix all my conflict" "Show me the demons I'm hiding" "I'm turning to expired routes, help me move on" "There's nothing in this tired town for me, no more" "What once was a home is a hell I can't manage" "So send me out, I'm packin' it up" "Everything's blurry, I don't wanna worry" "The pain from this growing is rough, oh"

MILK/LECHE OF THE SIRENS

"Drink from the leche of sirens" "Summon the sailors in town" "Strangle the fear of deciding" "Which one's deserving to drown" "Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done" "Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned" "All of our sisters were killed and abused" "By sword-swinging men who would always accuse" "The worst of a woman who fights for our right" "To be where we belong at the front of the line" "Tired of silence and being polite" "Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night" "Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown" "Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress" "Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess" "They steal the resources, destroy all the land" "Belittle the power of the feminine hand" "The milk from the rivers of every moon" "Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb" "Bury their souls in a cove by the light" "Celestial dip all that ego and pride" "Nothing wrong with a little havoc" "It's fun when shit hits the fan" "So guillotine their heads by shouting" "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

#melanie martinez #melanie martinez lyrics #lyric sentence starters #starter sentence memes #melanie martinez sentence starters #memes #rp sentence starters #rp sentence memes #rp memes #roleplay memes #idk what else to tag this as lmao

[b0vidine-reblogging]

Welcome to Kane explaining his headcanons using shitty little sketches! round 3!

This one is about how their void functions, typically when I imagine HMS in a setting it’s more of a house but I imagine their starting point was a void. This post is gonna be kinda long so if you're interested in hearing about that it’s all gonna be below :) 

Ok so like I said I typically imagine them having a house I’d like to make a post about that eventually so when I do ill come back to this and add the link to it! but for now this isn't really about that. 

So seeing that they are all living within Whole’s brain there isn't really an outside so what do they have a front door for? Well glad you asked that leads to their own personal void! 

The door can be used to go into the void but once shut behind them in the void it pretty much disappears. It’s still there just not visible so its best to remember where you came in at cuz if you lose the door you gotta wait for somebody to come get you, not a good time. The void left alone is grey but the color will change depending on who enters it for Heart that black for Mind it’s white for Soul well I lied it stays grey. 

I’m gonna use Heart and Mind as an example for this because their contrast makes it easier to explain. So take Heart! Look at him in his dark little void, pathetic. 

Now enter Mind.

Once Mind steps through the doorway the void would split into half white however the white says by him there isn't like a perfect split down the middle. The light likes Mind it wants to be around him not that wimpy loser over there (affectionate) However because Heart was in the void first the dominant color is black still, if Mind were there first and Heart were to enter the black would be limited to just following Heart. 

Even as he moves around the white would continue to follow him. Though if he stands to close to or touches Heart the area of contact would blur grey. Same thing applies if he were to just have his hand over Heart and not actually be touching him. Their designated colors follow them (or at least try to follow them) to their farthest point.

Same thing applies to Soul but of course with grey rather than black or white. 

That’s all I can really think of right now. Like I said I plan to do more posts about how I see their actual living situation which includes their rooms. Their rooms will likely be a separate post from the house itself but whatever I have too many plans to worry about that right now.. 

Until next time! 

#cccc #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #headcanon #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #the heart acoustic #the mind electric #sketch #B0vidinebleating #im not rereading this for a 2nd time if theres mistakes dont look at them /lh

[avatardarksrealm]

Intro

Hello! It’s Dark and I am here to share you my personal guide/advice as to what i do to lucid dream. Please remember that what may work for me may not work for you. You are free to ask for any clarifications, questions, advice, etc. in the comments. Please do not claim this guide as your own. Remember to read this with an open mind, and an open heart 🧿💕.

Dream journaling

This is a common one, and although many people probably make a journal specifically for them to write down their dreams on it, it doesn’t work for me if i personally do that. Mostly because I will forget that I even own a notebook, and will probably lose it/lose track. What I do, is that since i always have my ipad near my bed when I’m asleep, I dm a friend about the dreams I had. If you don’t want to tell a friend, you can also use the notes app on your device.

Advice: Something I used to do is make my own discord server just for myself, where i organize my scripts. Every channel has a theme. For example,you can have a channel where you write down your dreams, and another one where you write down you lucid dreams, etc. since it’s discord, the date will already be recorded so no need to worry about when you experienced your dreams.

Meditating

When I meditate, I often sit down and close my eyes rather than laying down, mostly so that I do not fall asleep while doing so (unless I am doing a method that requires me to sleep). I focus on my breathing, and I try to breathe slowly and as quiet as possible.

What I do:

1. I sit in a comfortable position and I put some brown noise if my surroundings are too loud for me to concentrate. You can also lay down if you desire.

2. I feel my breath. I pick a spot, which can be nose, belly or chest. I focus on really feeling the inhales and exhales.

3. Every time you get lost in thought -which you will, many many times-you forgive yourself and you gently return to your breathing.

Tips:

-to help me stay focused, I count my breaths. You start at one, and when you reach ten (if you do) you start back at one. Every time you get lost or distracted, you start over.

-set a timer for how long you want to meditate. I’d personally recommend 5-10 minutes of meditation for beginners.

Subliminals

Listening to lucid dreaming subliminals whenever I feel like doing so has helped me a lot to lucid dream. I said “whenever I feel like doing so” because manifesting shouldn’t be treated as a chore. Below are two subs I mostly listen to that have helped me a lot.

1. My lucid dreaming / void state subliminal combo

2. This galantamine supplement

Reality checks

A popular reality check method is pinching your nose. I do this one sometimes. You basically take a deep breath in, and you then pink your nostrils shut and you try to breathe in. You can’t breathe in because your nostrils are sealed shut. My personal method is to touch anything (usually the walls) and see how it is solid. In dreams, my hand will usually pass through it or look blurry.

Methods

These are some methods I personally do sometimes

Using the hypnagogic state

I basically affirm to myself “i am sleepy, i am so sleepy” and relax my body as much as i can. I also try to slow my breathing down (basically I inhale for 4 secs, hold for 4, and exhale for 4). Once I feel sleepy or start hallucinating, I tell myself that I will lucid dream the moment I fall asleep.

WBTB (wake back to bed)

This method I have used it in the past, usually on weekends. I basically set an alarm in my ipad after 4-6 hours of sleep, to target my REM cycle. Your cycle may be different from mine, so you should experiment what works for you. If you just woke up from a dream, that means that you are in your REM cycle. I then do activities that do not wake my body too much-such as going to the bathroom, meditation, etc. I sometimes use my ipad to play some subliminals for me to lucid dream for 5 mins, but I do not recommend this if your device keeps you awake. I then go back to sleep, and I then start lucid dreaming.

Alternative to the WBTB method:

Idk how this method is called, or if it is popular enough to have a name, but I basically put my alarm to my REM cycle, and once I wake up, I stay still in my bed. I close my eyes again, and tell myself “I will lucid dream” and immediately go to sleep.

How i stabilize my lucid dreams

I usually try to touch the walls in my dreams (or the ground) and feel the wall with my hands. Sometimes spin around in my dream and I yell “STABILITY”. Another thing that I sometimes do (which I dont recommend for everyone) is to blink while lucid dreaming. Some people may wake up while blinking, so I dont recommend this to everyone.

Witchcraft

Sigils

This is not for everyone, but you could try using sigils if you need help in lucid dreaming. I personally made a sigil that will help the user get rid of any blockages regarding anything that may hinder them from manifesting (including lucid dreaming, shifting, etc).

You chant: “I break the chains of whatever is holding me back. My blockages don’t define me, and i let go of thinking otherwise.”

And you can look/stare at this sigil for as long as you want. This sigil is energy charged with the energies of my higher self and energies of my wr. Please do not steal this sigil and claim it as yours 🧿⬇️.

Asking for help

You could also ask help from someone you’re close to from your desired reality to help you lucid dream. I sometimes ask Zuko, Kacchan, or my deity for help. However, if you are new to deity work, please do your research and only do it once you are ready to work with them.

Crystals I use for lucid dreaming

-amethyst for relaxation and promoting lucid dreams

-celestite for easing anxiety when sleeping

Teas i drink/plan to drink again for lucid dreaming

-chamomile (for me to feel sleepy, as I struggle to sleep/remain asleep as i have a lot of energy)

-peppermint

-valerian root tea (with cinnamon powder)

Outro

So this is the things I do to lucid dream! Hopefully it helps some of you. Remember that this is my personal experience! You are free to experiment and see what works out for you. Have a great day/night

🧿🌸✨🦋💕

#Youtube #lucid dreaming #loassumption #loa affirmations #law of assumption #guide #loaguide #guide to lucid dreaming #shifting #manifesting #manifesting method

[saphirered]

Midnight Kiss

Request// fluffy Eris x reader kiss in the night from the Autumn prompts list.

Tooth rotting fluff coming right up! 😘

Eris didn’t intend staying out so late. Today was a horrible day. Things were not in his favour and no matter what he did, what he said, he could not appease his father, or keep his brothers in check. He could not console his mother, nor tend to his responsibilities without being notified of yet another fire he would have to douse and would pay the consequences of it. He desperately needed to get away from it all and had the first chance he had. If he stayed but a moment longer he would have burned that damned house down to the ground in a blaze of glory so he instead took to the forests, trying to get as far as he could from the world between the walls, and join the spaces where wildlife roams free, trees tell the stories long forgotten, so he might find peace. Well, peace and something, or rather someone else… But he can only hope. 

You wipe the sweat from your brow, putting the last supplies away for the day but it is not where it ends. Despite the light disappeared, you still have some more things to gather. The forest offers many things if one knows where to look and how but there’s only so many hours in the day so you’ll be forced to forage at night. It’s not punishment. You love the cool night air, especially when it sends the rush of blood to your cheeks and nose to keep you warm, when you are wrapped up in comfortable wools and a fluffy scarf. It’s muddy work boots that keep you from slipping in the mud as you tread nature’s paths to food, following the Mother’s trails for blessings, and perhaps you’ll meet a most welcome visitor again. You suppose nature has such a way of uniting people who need it most. You may thrive on the solitude and quiet the male you’ve been meeting with, when he comes out in the dark, he is in search for what he thinks is silence but you know it to be kindness and peace he longs for. He’s shown you so even if he does not say it out loud. 

A flame moves through the dark forest, as ominous as it is kindred. It belongs but wether it is treat or trickster, that remains to be seen. A flame calls to the warmth and the one with fire in his veins sits on a fallen trunk between the bare canopy looking at the stars, at the darkened sky, wondering where his life has gone, what this means. He’s not seen the flame for his eyes only see darkness, until the flame draws closer and therefor he finally lays eyes on it. The flame burns in the palm of a hand outstretched, the other carries a basket. Leaves and fallen branches crack under the feet of one so kind, so warming and welcoming, a blessing in this endless void. You sit on the trunk next to him. You do not speak. Instead you take an apple from your basket, and a knife from your belt beneath your heavy layers. You cut the apple in half and offer one side to the male at your side. It takes a little but his gaze turns to you and you are met with tired eyes. Exhaustedly he offers a half smile in thanks and takes the apple. You simply sit and nibble away on the fruit. 

“The stars are marvellous tonight, aren’t they?” Eris breaks the silence but he does not look at the stars. He looks at you. He watches as you cast your eyes to the sky and smile. 

“They are. The weather is turning. Perhaps we will see more falling stars again soon. Would you join me? I hope to go stargazing over the next week. I’d appreciate the company.” You don’t know why you asked. Perhaps you thought Eris looked like he needed it. Perhaps you needed it just as much. The days grow shorter and the nights far longer. No one should have to spend them alone when they long for inclusion and company. Two flames burn brighter than one. 

“I can’t-“ Eris starts but then he thinks. He cuts himself off. He can. He just shouldn’t. Every time he comes here, every time he sees you wander through the forests, watches your flame drift closer to him, he feels guilty. He is not your responsibility and he shouldn’t be depending on your company to make himself feel better, feel like he belongs somewhere and can escape the life he crafted from lies and deceit. He thinks, truly thinks, and sees; you offer. He does not ask. You offer him because you want to, not out of some obligation or responsibility, not because you have something to gain. Eris realises, you ask for his company as much as you offer your own. 

“I’d like that very much.” He corrects himself and watches your smile blossom like the first flowers of spring. Never did he think he’d appreciate such a thing but he feels himself infected with your smile and mirror it. 

“Though, I might have to ask for one favour…” You look him over tapping your chin. 

“What might you ask in trade for your company?” He picks up on the playfulness in your voice. 

“Bring a better cloak, or maybe a blanket because mine can only contain so much warmth and the ground gets cold fast.” Eris chuckles at your suggestion. He sees you rub your hands together, curl your fingers to preserve some internal warmth. You might hold a flame but you were not born with fire in your veins like he was. He holds out his hands. You look at him. 

You place your hands in Eris. His skin is warm to the touch, not burning or unhealthily; just warm, perfect, so much you feel tingles spread through your body from his touch. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and looks at you, as if to ask for permission. You simply nod and he brings your hands closer to him. He blows a puff of warm air, for a brief instance you feel warmer. He does it again and it tickles. You laugh.

“Well, that is a useful trick.” He lowers your hands but doesn’t let go of them as he continues to brush his thumb over your skin. You don’t want him to stop.

“Perhaps I could teach you, sometime.” Eris offers and the light in your eyes makes it worth every risk to come with that offer. “See it as payment, for your time.” Your smile turns pitied and he fears he might have said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing. He lets go of your hands but you hold on, hold them close to you and hold on strongly. 

“You don’t owe me anything, Eris. I offer this freely because I enjoy your company and my life without our meetings, without you would be poorer for it.” You speak your mind and you these words come straight from your heart. Perhaps that is why Eris values you so. You do not feel pressured to put on a performance with him. You do not pretend, or lie or try too hard. You are pure and unfiltered and authentic. He very much feels the same. Old habits die hard and what he was raised into, has become part of him, but he feels he can set aside some of these awful traits he learned, and can be someone who he wants to be when he’s around you. You allow him to be authentic. 

“Then instead, allow me to offer my thanks. For I am grateful. I could kiss you.” A truth. It’s been far too long he told a truth for the sake of wanting to and it felt liberating. To see you not cower or run, or laugh at his face, he knows it was the right thing to do. 

“I would let you.” You simply say and Eris looks at you as if he misheard. He must’ve but the way you look at him, it only confirms he heard right. 

Without hesitation Eris presses his lips to yours. Warmth spreads through him as it does you. He feels like he matters, like he belongs and is wanted. Never once did he think such an insignificant thing as a kiss could carry the weight of his world but it does and so he kisses once more, letting your lips move against his, and letting you take charge, resigning control to show you this is as much for you as it is for him. You deepen the kiss and he is happy to oblige. He untangles his hand from one of yours and it comes to rest on your cheek. Your skin feels flustered, but he feels your smile too. You warm his heart like not even the brightest of blazes ever could. 

A kiss out in the cold night, under the stars as they fall, surrounded by peace and quiet far away from the world of the inquisitive and insistent. Who knew it could be so liberating. It is the first of many. 

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x oc #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar x oc #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #acotar eris #eris x reader #sjmaas #sjm fic

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Fourteen

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: The Dark and the Divine

Summary: The past in entwined with the present.

            “Get us back to the Agency, Atsushi!” ordered (Y/N) as she faced the still manic Akira, who was trying to break through the hatch and continue her fight. Thankfully, her body was failing her as her gift could only go so far. Her strength was faltering. Unfortunately, that meant her life was, too.

            “What about her?!” cried Atsushi.

            “I’ll handle it.” (Y/N) took a deep breath. She needed to be calm. Akira’s ability thrived on anger. If she relaxed enough, she’d return to her usual form. Akira continued to bash into the hatch, but her jumps were less successful with every attempt. It was little more than messy hops at this point. (Y/N) winced at the blood that collected on the ground with every jump. “Akira.” She swallowed as the less-than-human being turned to her. “Akira, I need you to listen to me.” Her heart clenched at the pain that swam under Akira’s wrathful appearance. “I know you’re upset, but—” Akira growled, and the shadows clinging to her shifted uneasily “—But you know that you’re dying. And you know you can’t die now, not like this.” Wincing, (Y/N) reached up. Her wrists could still move, but her hands screamed in protest at any movement. She pushed the feeling aside and gently cupped Akira’s face. “You need to be strong. And right now, strong is pushing aside your anger for another day. I promise, Fukuchi will lose. We’ll beat him. But I need you to do that. You have to be there.” (Y/N) pressed her forehead to Akira’s and closed her eyes. “I need my best friend to be there.”

            Through the black and red glow surrounding Akira, green filtered in like an extension of (Y/N)’s mind. Where her forehead and fingers touched her friend, a healthy hue returned to Akira’s skin and slowly spread out across her body. Her horns turned to smoke and blew away. Her claws became fingers once again. Her facial features returned to humanlike state, also serpent resemblance gone. The clinging shadows her fell away; light illuminated her features. Last, the green touched the black abyss resembling eyes. As the emerald faded, the void disappeared and left Akira’s ruby eyes visible. She blinked as if finally aware of her surroundings. She opened her mouth to speak but instead collapsed as the full gravity of her wounds hitting her. (Y/N) caught her and sat down. She hugged Akira close and pressed an extravagant blanket to her more severe injuries, even as her own throbbed and bled.

            “You’re alright. It’s going to be okay.” (Y/N) murmured words of comfort. They may have been for Akira; they may have been for her. It was unclear.

            “I feel like death…” Akira coughed. “Probably look it, too…”

            “You look fine.”

            “Liar, I look like shit, so I’d rather—” She paused to spit out blood “—not die. Not a good look for my death. I mean the ripped dress if cool, but my own blood? Not so much…Much prefer to die bathed in someone else’s…” More blood was coughed up.

            “I’m sure you’ll look wonderful when you die.” (Y/N) went along with her friend’s antics as she wiped away the blood on her cheeks. She winced as her injured hands pained but continued. “Black dress, enemy blood, maybe a sword?”

            “Sword? Sexy weapon…good choice. I think I know someone who sells them…”

            (Y/N) shook her head and pressed the blanket to Akira’s bleeding palm. “Just stay alive so you can get it.”

            “You gonna get Akiko…?”

            “I know you like to treat yourself, but—”

            “Please.” Akira gripped (Y/N)’s hand (albeit gently due to her wound). (Y/N) looked down at her friend in surprise. “Please get me to her. I don’t want to die. I can’t.” Her voice was pleading. “He’s out there, (Y/N). I need to get him, please. I need to—” kill him. Get back to Akiko and tell her that none of what happened is her fault or mine. Get back to Chuuya and tell him that I care and want to be with him. Stay with you and fight. I need to live… She turned to the side and heaved as blood caught in her throat.

            (Y/N) cleaned away the drops and hushed her. “I’ll get you there, I promise. Yosano will heal you. Then we’ll regroup and beat Fukuchi. But first, you need to focus on staying alive, alright?” She held Akira’s face affectionately.

            “…Did I try to hurt you?”

            “Of course not.”

            “…I was scared I would.”

            “I know you would never hurt me,” said (Y/N) seriously.

            “No, you don’t.” Darkness tinged Akira’s voice. “I wasn’t really…in control. I know I always walk with one foot in shadow because of my ability, but this…I was on the edge of an abyss. If I fell…I don’t know if I’d ever return.”

            “Return?” (Y/N) paused in her rudimentary treatment and looked into her eyes.

            “I think I was losing myself in darkness, in rage.” Akira swallowed. “I know I’m an angry person…but this was different. It wasn’t an ember I could use as motivation, it was a fire burning me alive. Everything that made me me was turning to ash…” She shuddered.

            “You fought back to the surface. You listened to me and fought for control.” (Y/N) smiled. “And you won.”

            “I almost didn’t. That type of fury…it’s overpowering.” She fought back a sob. “I don’t want to be angry forever…I don’t want that to be who I am, but when he mentioned my mother…I just—”

            “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” soothed (Y/N). “Look at me.” Akira’s eyes met hers. “Yes, you have anger in you. Let’s be honest, you have a right to those feelings. But that’s not all you are. You’re so much more than that. You’re clever, your mind runs circles around people and your quips are witty. You’re a fighter, you persevere and survive no matter what is placed in you path. And, although you pretend not to be, your kind. I know that you provide for an orphanage in Yokohama. You are always looking out for kids looking for their way in the world. And you’re here, with me, fighting to protect the world. Akira, you’re a good person, even though you can’t see it.”

            Akira’s eyes were wide. Since her mother died, the only time she’d gotten close to hearing such words about her was Chuuya. This was the first time she’d heard them, though, since Nanako. She almost wanted to cry at the affection and honesty in (Y/N)’s voice. “You’re an angel…like her. You have a light in you.”

            When Akira said “angel,” it didn’t disgust (Y/N). It wasn’t obsessed; it was reverent and affectionate. “Like who?” She was hesitant to ask, but the question spilled from her lips before she could stop them.

            “My mother…” Akira smiled as a single tear fell down her face. It disappeared into the blood on her face. It would be the only tear she shed that night, no matter how saddened she was. “My mother was an angel.”

Eighteen years ago…

            Nanako sat back in her chair. She drummed her fingers on the armrest as she listened to her friend on the phone.

            “Something’s…wrong, Nanako. I can see it. Ever since he came back home on leave…something’s been off.”

            “Well, war can change people. It might have affected him psychologically.” Nanako looked down. “Mori…If they don’t have enough doctors, he’ll probably be dragged in…The same may happen to him.”

            “No, that’s not it. Well, I mean, partially, but something else is going on.”

            “Like…an affair?”

            “I almost wish that’s what I thought it was, but no. He feels dangerous to be around, not just because he’s a soldier or his ability, but just…wrong, frightening. I can feel it.”

            Sometimes I wonder if she has an ability with those accurate “feelings” of hers. Nanako frowned. “You feel unsafe? Is he going to hurt you?”

            A soft sob came through the line. “I hope—I mean, of course not! But Nanako, I’m scared. Could you—?”

            “Look into him?” She sighed. “I mean, if it’s just psychological, I don’t know what I can do. I can observe him and determine whether he’s a threat, but—”

            “I want you to look into what he’s doing. He sneaks out. He’s reading strategy books by…unsavory characters. He’s been angry at home but acting jovial in public. Something is going on. I know it is. And he thinks I don’t, but I do.”

            “Alright. I will, for you. In the meantime, try to keep calm, act normal, and…have a plan to leave, if need be. If it turns out he’s dangerous, you know you can’t beat him. Not when he has that gift. So please, be careful and stay safe.”

            “I’ll try.”

            “I’ll call you when I have definitive news,” said Nanako.

            “Alright, bye.”

            “Bye.” She got up and stretched.

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            “I’m off to work,” said Mori, kissing Nanako on the forehead.

            “I’ll see you after work,” she said, smiling. “And remember not to make Elise do all the work and get lazy.”

            Elise blinked. “I do whatever Dr. Mori asks me to.”

            Mori pouted. “I always do my work! I love it!”

            “Uh-huh, good, poor Elise suffers enough just being your ability.”

            “You’re so cruel…” Mori slouched out the door.

            “Rintaro.”

            Mori perked up and looked back.

            “I love you.”

            He blinked. “I love you, too.”

            Nanako watched her husband leave. When he was gone, she turned and began to get ready. She had business to take care of. Sending a quick text and pulling on her coat, she walked to the door.

            “Mommy, where are you going?” asked Akira.

            “I have to go help a friend,” said Nanako.

            “Are they okay?”

            “Yes, of course, I just have to help them sort some stuff out.” And everyone else might pay if I don’t…including you, Akira. I can’t let that happen.

            “Oh, okay,” said Akira. “When will you be back?”

            “A little later. Can you be good and go over to the neighbors for a little bit?”

            “Yeah, Mommy!” Akira agreed eagerly.

            “Alright, then I’ll be back soon.”

            “Bye, I love you, Mommy!” called Akira.

            “I love you, too, Akira,” said Nanako affectionately. I do everything for you. I love you so much.

            She walked through the city with purpose. She ended up in an old warehouse district. A few people milled about in shops near the area, but for the most part, it was barren.

            “You can come out now,” said Nanako, taking off her long coat. Strapped to a halter and belt, several knives flashed in the light.

            “I thought we came to talk about…Well, it seems talking is out of the question,” said Fukuchi, stepping out.

            “You brought your sword,” pointed out Nanako. “You didn’t expect a civil discussion either.”

            “There’s no reason we can’t still speak. Like you, I’m merely prepared.”

            “I don’t really have anything to talk to you about. I know what you’re planning to do something terrible.”

            Fukuchi narrowed his eyes. “Did your ability allow you to discover that?”

            “People figure things out,” said Nanako.

            “Well, then, if you know, then why ask me here?”

            “To ask you why.”

            “ ‘Why?’ ” Fukuchi raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to unite this world.”

            “No, you’re going to destroy it. And at the expense of everyone you care about, or at least, used to.”

            “So be it.”

            Nanako narrowed her eyes and slipped her knives inter her hands. They were lodged between her fingers just as she had taught Mori to do. It made it as easy as a flick of her wrist to throw them at high speeds. “And this is the reason we have nothing to discuss.”

            Fukuchi hand reached for his sword. Three knives embedded in his hand before he gripped his weapon, and he was kicked backwards into a wall.

            “Be Not Afraid.” Nanako was lying, she wanted him to be frightened, but she knew he wouldn’t be, and she couldn’t change the name of her ability. Nor would she want to. After all, it was magnificent. White wings unfurled from her back while four others flapped around her head. Her eyes turned white until the iris and pupil were lost in the sea of light. A golden halo floated above her head. Several glowing rings of light circled her arms in bands. She flicked out more of her knives and jumped into the air. Fukuchi pulled the weapons from his hand and gripped his sword. This battle could alter the future; they both knew that.

            The battled raged between them, and both grew heavily injured and tired. Fukuchi was forced to send his sword to the past to wound her, but she either kept fighting or sensed where the attack was (he suspected that the halo acted as a surveillance device), and Nanako abandoned her knives in favor of using her blade-like feathers as weapons, but Fukuchi blocked them or continued on (she suspected he had physical enhancements). On and on went the fight, neither participant willing to give up until they literally couldn’t continue. Eventually, Nanako managed to pin Fukuchi to the ground. She drew a feather from her wings and pressed it to his neck.

            “This is over,” said Nanako.

            “Not killing me? You seem so prepared,” said Fukuchi.

            “Knowing how to kill isn’t the same as loving to kill.”

            “In my line of work, that’s called weakness. And for gifted, that’s called death. I wonder if your child will lose their life because they don’t learn how to kill…I mean, if she ends up gifted, of course. Gifted never get an easy life, do they?”

            It was just a moment, just a single second of distraction. But it was enough. Nanako froze at the idea of Akira’s death. Her daughter didn’t even show signs of an ability, but it was a legitimate fear. Very, very few gifted ever got into a position that was completely safe and devoid of danger. Nanako didn’t want her daughter hurt. She loved Akira. Unfortunately, Fukuchi understood that and used it to his advantage. In her momentary shock at his comment, a sword flew through her stomach. She collapsed to the side. Fukuchi stood up and pressed his boot into her shoulder and stabbed her once more.

            “Pity. I believe a few years ago you wouldn’t have been phased by such a comment,” remarked Fukuchi.

            He was right. A few years ago, she wouldn’t have had a family to care for, to worry about. But she did. And it was a weakness Nanako wasn’t ashamed of. “At least…I care about mine. You’re going to regret not caring for yours.”

            Fukuchi raised an eyebrow. “Unless your gift allows you to see the future, I find that unlikely.”

            Nanako could feel herself drifting into Shinigami’s awaiting arms. But she had one last act to perform before she accepted his embrace. After all…she was angel. Her eyes lit up. “Tennin! Kami!” Her words reverberated around the warehouse. “Give me strength!” For my death. I know I cannot survive…so let me die fighting. Even if he survives…grant me this, Kami. Please.

            Fukuchi sighed. “You seriously want to continue fighting—?”

As if someone answered her, her halo, wings, and bands glowed brighter and brighter. Nanako closed her eyes. The air heated around her as the light became blinding.

            Akira, Ogai…I love you so much.

            The warehouse exploded, throwing Fukuchi backwards. The buildings surrounding it collapsed. It was like a bomb had gone off except…no one other than Fukuchi was injured. Nanako had fought to her last breath and died as a true angel. Fukuchi struggled to his feet as people began screaming and running about. It was nearly unbearable for him to stand. If not treated soon…he’d die. He looked at the few feathers and burn marks of halo and three sets of wings in the floor.

            “The Decay of the Angel…” he observed before collapsing.

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            Mori jumped out of the ambulance as it stopped in front of the destroyed buildings.

            “Any survivors?” he asked a nearby EMT who had arrived earlier before more professionals were called in.

            “Yes, everyone,” answered the EMT.

            Mori frowned. “Everyone survived that explosion?”

            “Some people have bruising from some rubble, but other than a soldier who arrived to help with the situation, no one else was hurt. He was close enough to the source that he nearly died, but we managed to bring him back.”

            “Did he say what happened?”

            “He said a woman and man were fighting, and when he tried to discover what was happening, the woman was killed and…exploded.”

            Mori considered the information. “So she likely had a gift…” His inquisitive nature got the better of him. He walked into the destroyed warehouse. He froze and nearly dropped to his knees. He could see the burned marks of a halo and pairs of wings. And…a few feathers littered the floor. “No…No, no, no!” That day…a part of Mori died. And a part of his daughter would, too.

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            Later on, Fukuchi entered his home. He had gotten changed and cleaned up so as to hide he’d been fighting but returned home soon enough. However…something was off. It was quiet, and many items were…gone. He frowned and curled his hand into a fist. He smacked it into the wall, leaving a dent. That damn Nanako…She warned her of something…She gave her time to get away… Fukuchi’s eyes darkened. No matter. She isn’t as brave as to come after me, not in her position. And even if I have to find more strategists and workers, my plan will come to fruition, whether now or in years. Damn that Nanako…she created enough of a racket that if something happens now…people will make the connection. Damn her to hell…

            He could almost hear the world laughing at him after those words.

#there's a will; there's a way #x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd osamu #bsd osamu dazai #dazai osamu x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd fic #bsd #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd season four #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #oc #bsd mori #mori #mori x oc

[rpplwtrshn]

I Cast Blink, and Can’t Get Out of the Ethereal Plane

Written: April 1st, 2024

I find myself at a crossroad, where I can move onto better days or stay in my comfortable ways

Where one direction leads through mountains and valleys, with uncertainties beyond the current horizon

While the other loops back to a bog of decay and disorder; but at least the weather is predictable.

I’ve been longing for a new home, but can’t seem to uproot from my bed of ketamine-laced thorns.

I’ve been wanting to travel, but can’t afford the petrol to wander; due to spending my money on nitrous to speed up the adventure.

I’ve been yearning for the companionship of another, but can’t seem to make time for someone; due to a constant risk-analysis algorithm choosing escape as a safe bet.

I know that my world is what it is with me in it, and I don’t believe things would improve if I disappeared.

I know that things may be dreary for now, and will improve with effort and time; that fading won’t solve my problems.

I know that my apathy and passivity doesn’t define me and that I’ll once again love myself; and not make decisions that will lead to my downfall.

I wish I had the power to change the world around me like I dream of in my fantasies; rather than take charge of the home inside my head that real friends rarely ever see.

Because in this moment, I’m just so goddamn tired; and want to sleep as time passes me by until I’m where I want to be.

I’d prefer to give in to my vices and say “fuck off” to self-accountability; let the void pull me apart and lose all corporealness.

But anxiety keeps me alert, like a voice from within refusing to be silenced;

Hope keeps me afloat, like a buoy in dark waters fighting the waves of a storm;

Self-preservation keeps me grounded, like bare feet in fresh cut grass on a sunny day.

Both logic and soul can’t make sense of these mixed signals; so I stay in this liminal space.

#poetry #writing #healing #mental health #spoken word #processing #dnd #relationship #depressing shit #liminal

[circa-specturgia]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Since @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax all asked me (some twice, if you need any idea at how bad I am at answering asks), I’ve finally gotten around to writing it down…

I'll answer it for my main WIPs, Circa Specturgia's main character, Caspian. Answers being from him in the state he's in around the midpoint, or towards the end of the second arc of the story, if I were to guess!

Cas is sitting in front of a fire, a ways away from the camp where everyone else is staying, far enough away to be out of earshot when you sit beside him. He doesn't pay you much mind, though he doesn't brush you off, instead stoking the fire, which illuminates the bags under his eyes.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am. We were able to know for sure that the A .in my name meant Alekos once we'd met V, though after meeting Mask the first time, we already suspected that it meant something to me. Though, I don't know if I can count it as being named after someone if I'm to be that persons incarnation...

Aside from that, Blackwood... It's where I'm supposedly from, but I'd like to think that I've made that my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’d rather not say. Or think about it.

3. Do you have kids?

Uh, no. Maybe I'd like to, in the future, though. If I can even really think about that right now. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if Mask can even... hmm. Maybe I should ask.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Never. Not once in my life have I ever used sarcasm for any reason.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Would you punch me if I said their ass?

He chuckles a bit once you do, before he straightens up, stoking the fire again.

Their eyes. You can usually tell a lot from the eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

Black. Or really dark grey? Like graphite, or obsidian. They apparently turn gold sometimes though. Whenever I do anything Antecendant. I’ve never looked in a mirror when it happens.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I'd like to hope for happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

I don't know if I can count my arsosteia as a talent? It's just something I can do, thought V said I have a knack for it. Kane would also– ...sorry.

He goes silent for a moment, having remembered something he'd rather have not, the fire dimming before he realizes it, and reignites the embers.

Uh, I guess Adira said once that I picked up fighting instincts quick.

9. Where were you born?

I… don’t really know. The Blackwood, I mentioned it earlier, was where I was apparently created, but I don’t know the details. If V knows, he didn't tell me. Cyril put down Layr Laiarta when sorting out my documents, so I guess that makes me a Vosiinæan on paper. I think that works for me. Maybe I'll settle down there. If I earn that happy ending.

10. What are your hobbies?

I liked reading, when I had time. The Royal University Library had a ton of books, and even if the ones on Matrixes gave me a headache I'd still take those over what we have to deal with these days.

Sparring is nice too. Both with or without specturgy. It lets everything sort of melt away, too.

11. Do you have any pets?

Do the runalongs count? I didn’t even know I could do it until recently but Mask taught me to summon them to me and they have my fire, so I guess that makes them my pets?

That said, Mask is enough of a creature themselves that I could call them my Pet…

12. What sports do you play/ have played?

Does sparring count? Adira and Cyril have us practicing nearly constantly. I don’t mind it, though. Like I said, helps me clear my head.

13. How tall are you?

6'5" or so? Cyril says I've gotten taller over the last year.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Gods, that feels forever ago... I think it would've been the the practice matches against Cyril. Or the control exercises, they were tough, but, finishing them felt good.

15. Dream Job?

He doesn't speak for a moment, looking into the fire.

I haven't let myself think that far ahead, yet.

I return the ask to @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax, and add on @magefaery @cherrybombfangirlwrites @verba-writing @ss-hawthorne @kainablue @wildswrites @jessica-writes22 @breath-of-eternity and @manuscriptsatmidnight!

Have fun!

#what he said about Cyril and Adira having him practice is a lie btw #he’ll just never admit it #he throws himself into practice and will work himself to the bone to distract himself from things #or to feel productive with work #to try and get better to protect those he loves #if anything his parents are more often than not trying to find ways to get him to stop running himself ragged #though they do encourage practice and varied exercises #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #fantasy writing #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

[thechairanon]

Wrote this as a fun little "Haha what if" scenario, but it ended a lot more existential-y than I thought it would.

What if I chose the Spoon emoji instead of the Chair emoji?

Spoons smiled at her reflection.

“Hello, pretty!” She said to herself. “You’re dazzling.”

Spoons spun around, taking in herself.

Her skin was slightly gray and shone like a ceramic doll. Her wavy silver hair gathered at her shoulders. She wore a dusty light purple renaissance festival style dress with a dark purple corset. Her belt clinked every time she moved due to the amount of spoons tied to it. Her black flats had beads sewn into the sides.

Spoons leaned into the mirror to take a closer look at her facial features.

Her eyes were a bright, startling green with flakes of gold and purple. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth that glinted in the unnatural light of the Void.

“Hello!” Chair greeted. They stood at the side of the mirror so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of their own reflection. “Welcome to the Void. What’s your name?”

“I’m you,” the new anon answered, “but you can just call me Spoons.”

“I… I’m sorry? What? Y-” Chair tried to process what the other anon said. “You’re me? No you’re not, I’m me. I think.”

Spoons laughed. “No, no. I’m what could’ve been you if our Creator had rolled with what she was familiar with: Spoons! That’s their IRL nickname, did you know?”

“N- no… Why did-”

“Why did she choose a chair emoji over a spoon emoji?” Spoons interrupted. “She thought it was funny. She saw a chair emoji in her ‘recently used emojis’ tab or whatever it’s called, and now here you are!” Spoons smiled. “A happy accident.”

“So why are you here?” Chair asked.

Spoons shrugged. “It’s April Fool’s day, so I think she just made me to explain why you’re here. My design was created within, like, fifteen minutes. Kind of like yours! Our Creator made your first reference post barely a day after the anons were first created.”

“Are you here for revenge, then?” Asked Chair. She got ready to run. “Because I’m here and you aren’t?”

Spoons laughed. “I don’t have time to seek revenge! Our Creator made me a more laid-back character, kind of like the Spoons before me. I’m going to stop existing by tomorrow and you’ll forget about me by then too, so I’d rather spend my short existence having fun than plotting vengeance.”

“Oh. That’s kind of sad. Doesn’t that make you angry?”

“Angry? For not being able to live for very long?” She thought for a moment. “Nah, I’m not angry. You’re really cool! I’m just a little sad that I won’t really be able to interact with the other anons as me instead of as you.”

“I’m sorry about that, but… does that mean I’m not real either?” Chair asked. “Like how Death Hetch was saying he’s not real?”

“Of course we’re not real,” Spoons giggled, “you silly. We were never real. But we’re loved. And I think that’s really all that matters, don’t you?”

Chair looked away. She supposed that was the case, but… “Where will we go when we’re done?”

“Oh, who knows! You’ll stay in the Void because that’s what’s expected of you and your character. After that, your image and name will probably be used as a minor character in whatever future projects our Creator decides to work on. I’m a reimagined version of another Spoons, and I think I look great.”

Chair sat down on their chair. “What was your original version like?”

“She was a fighter. Which makes sense because she was made specifically for a LARP day at a summer camp our Creator was at. Then that waterfalled into another character, then another, and then me! But you?” Spoons leaned forward so she was eye-to-eye with Chair. “You’re original. Even if you were made for a roleplay for a comic our Creator enjoys, you’re creativity and originality at her greatest.”

A crack grew on Spoons’ skin and through her left eye. Chair gasped. “Woah. What is that?”

The shiny anon reached up to her face to feel the crack that grew. “I don’t know. It could be one of two things: my form is unstable because it’s unfinished, or something just happened in our Creator’s life and it's being reflected on me. I’m betting on the former. Either way, I’m off to explore the Void before I die. Happy April First!”

Chair watched helplessly as Spoons happily skipped away. “Bye…”

#chair's drabbles #Meant to get this out earlier but life kicked me in the ass

[bxd-kxrma]

Null Eviction - Part 2

“Hey, hey. Getting tired yet?” Karma stood a couple feet from Alter, the both of them had taken on major damage. Karma lost a hand, a horn had been broken off leaving awful, jagged edges atop her skull along with her body being left with deep wounds that were beginning to heal after some time of being untouched. Even though she seemed to be in a dire situation. Alter was looking far worse.

A missing arm, a lost hand, a chunk of her thigh being completely missing as well causing her to rely on floating rather than standing. Her form stayed the same but seemed to be flickering to… Something. It was hard to make out but the both of them were beginning to regenerate their lost limbs and harsh wounds.

“Why…?” Alter’s voice could be heard, from the void that was her face there could be seen some black liquid falling from the area. Was that her blood?

“Why are you so different from me? We’re one and the same yet you haven’t reached the same conclusion as I have. Even being here! See her and knowing what she’s like!” Alter nothing but scorn for the people around her, the ones in her life, ones she called friends and family.

“Have you not thought about it? The damage they’ve done? The innocent lives they’ve made suffer? For what? A good fight?! Yes, everyone can be wished back but that doesn’t make the fear and horror go away! Imagine being so powerless, knowing your family is dying in front of your eyes until you succumb to death itself only to then suddenly be alive again in an instant like nothing happened. That’s nothing but suffering! Those Vacosian’s claim to protect Remnant but only think about the planet as an inhabitable home rather than the life that occupies it!”

Karma would be silent for a moment, thinking of her words before replying “You’re just a full on hypocrite.”

“What!?”

“You’re the same as you claim them to be. When you were on your warpath, killing all of your versions of my family, you made me watch as I couldn’t do anything about it. How can you sit there and say any of that as you’ve literally done far worse?! Does that timeline even have Dragon Balls anymore?! God and to think this was what everything’s been about?! You’re so-“

Alter began to laugh, cutting Karma off, the two of them were almost fully regenerated. The air was filled with impatience as the two of them wanted so desperately to get back to their fight.

“You know so very little about Ruby and what she keeps from you.” Her thigh had regenerated, walking slowly around Karma, the two of them mimicking each other’s movements now.

“Did you know, she knows our mother’s alive?”

Karma would stop in her tracks at the revelation. “You’re a goddamn liar.” Her eyes would glare at Alter whose form was almost fully restored, but that image she kept presenting, the void empty face with nothing but the glow of eyes, the gray skin… It was all starting to fade into color again.

“Well, I’d say go and ask her yourself but… You’re not leaving here alive.”

Karma had enough of this, jumping right in and yelling “Get the fuck out of my home!” A punch, landing square in that now half colored face if Alter’s which now showed features of a nose and a pair of lips. “And my damn timeline!” Another throw of a punch, one that was covered with energy that swirled with a darker hue of pink bordering the usual glow.

The fist was caught, the energy surrounding it dissipating like water evaporating off a hot surface. The hand that caught it wasn’t the normal grey skinned tone Karma was used to and when she looked at Alter, she saw now that her darkness form had completely dissolved and the woman standing back at her…

“This is not your timeline to call home!”

Karma had no time to respond or even react to the information at all as her body was thrown and immediately hit with a beam of energy that wrapped itself around her, surrounding her being. This wasn’t good, she couldn’t move her body at all, she noticed the beam was extending out from Alters hands.

“It’s time for you to see the truth, Karma.”

“W-Wait how are you-?!” Her body seemed to move on its own, forced to mimic Alters movements “Wait… Wait are you??”

Their bodies stood side by side, a calculated distance between each other and soon, a very special, integral ‘dance’.

“Fuuu-“

“No!” Karma tried to resist, tried to get out of this forced mimic state she was in, desperately trying to deny her body the precise movements the dance needed as it moved perfectly in sync with Alter’s.”

“-Sion!”

It was nearly complete, Karma’s heartbeat pounded in her ears, she didn’t know something like this could even be possible. Alter wasn’t one to play games like this! This had to be-

“Ha!”

Their fingers would flawlessly touch each others, from them a large radius of energy would grow and expand as color’s of black red and pink would clash collide and mix until regressing into a singular form, containing all of that impossible power into one person.

“…”

The figure would stand there in silence as an internal battle will be made within.

#Null Eviction #Verse; Cyverse #I think I worded it the way I wanted to! #this one’s personally my fave so far

[elflock-magician]

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Tell-Tale Story

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Summary - How Ink and Dream first met

Ink was a new creator and guardian. And Ink being who he was, he was having quite a lot of trouble balancing his jobs as creating AUs and also defending them. Ink never was all that organized.

“Alright! This won’t be so bad…” Ink muttered optimistically as he began to go to an AU titled ‘Dreamtale.’ “I just gotta fix the AU up a little, catch that runaway Sans causing trouble, then boom! Everythings back to normal, and everyone will still think I’m responsible.” Ink plotted. ‘Dreamtale’ had recently been destroyed by a Sans who went rouge and began terrorizing and destroying other AUs after destroying their own. Ink had heard the name ‘Nightmare’ thrown around a bit, but Ink wasn’t gonna cling onto it. 

“I’d rather fall into the Void than ask Mama Destiny for help….Can’t let her down.” Ink muttered to himself as he opened a portal, before hopping through it and into Dreamtale. He scribbled something down onto his scarf about catching that ‘Nightmare’ guy, just to make sure I didn’t forget. He then stepped curtley through the portal and into the AU, the portal closing right back up behind him. “What the…” Ink muttered in shock as he finally saw the actual damage to Dreamtale. The buildings were falling apart. It was clear a few fires had been present as smoke made the air dense and difficult to see through. The sky was dark, and black. It seemed like it had just rained, that being the only thing that had caused the fires to cease. “How could I let this happen-!? Even worse, what am I gonna tell Mama Destiny?” Ink muttered to himself as he walked through the destroyed and ghost-town like AU. “Gosh- this isn’t even my fault!! It’s whoever destroyed this AU’s fault, yeah, their fault!” Ink blamed. Despite his title as a ‘guardian’, he didn’t seem very keen on doing much guarding, despite how badly he wanted to.

“What happened…? Where the heck is everyone?” Ink asked no one but himself as he began to walk through the rubble of a village. He lightly gasped in fear as his question was answered by dust blowing past his feet. He inhaled sharply. “Monsters…died?” Ink muttered. Ink had one little pet-peeve and it was that he could never recreate his creations. For him, creation was like giving birth. You can never create the exact same character again, let alone people he didn’t even write like this Dreamtale place. Dreamtale, from what Ink knew, was one of the ‘classic’ AUs that gods like Fate, Destiny, and the others themselves made. But regardless, Ink could never write the same story, the same character twice. So Ink decided that he would simply never try and ‘revive’ characters, and if they died, then they’d stay dead.

“...Alright…nothing that Broomie and I can’t fix….I’ll just…make some new guys for this AU.” He muttered as he walked cautiously through the village, down the path. Ink had just recently been given creator and guardian privileges by Destiny, and the last thing he wanted was for Destiny to know that he failed to protect several AUs from just one rogue Sans. He continued walking down the path. And it was then that Ink realized it was no smoke that protruded his vision. “Augh! Gross!” Ink called out and vigorously shook his skull as he realized it was indeed dust in the air. “Who the heck hurt them??” They didn’t deserve this!” Ink shouted venomously. Once again, at no one but himself.

He continued forward. The dust began to finally let up and his vision became more clear. A dead tree sat in the distance. It was large, and seemed to be at the center of town. Ink put his hand on his forehead to block the brightness a bit. He observed the tree for a bit. “Seems like a good place to get a view of this ghost-town.” Ink said to himself as he walked forward. He was quick now that he knew where he was going. He rushed forward, taking long strides, barely even touching the ground when he ran. Eventually, he arrived at the large, dead tree. 

The tree was indeed large, thick, and tall. It was decayed, its leaves fallen and its branches frayed. And, in front of the tree, was a stone statue of sorts. Ink tilted his head at the strange statue. The statue was of a Sans, they were wearing a crown and a cape. But they looked utterly terrified, but also that they were reaching out for something. Ink shrugged. “People here must’ve loved you a whole lot if they made a statue of you.” Ink commented. The ‘statue’ didn’t reply. But Ink could’ve sworn he heard some sort of thump. Quiet and rhythmic. Like the beat of a soul. Coming from the direction of a statue. “I dunno why I expected you to respond, you’re a statue.” Ink muttered and shrugged again before turning away from the statue, instead turning and approaching the decayed tree. There was a small sentence engraed in the tree. Ink leaned forward and struggled to read the words. “Tree of Feelings?” Ink repeated as he read the words from the tree. “Huh. Weird.” Ink muttered half-heartedly as he then began to climb the tree. He firmly placed his foot at the bottom of the tree before grabbing at one of the branches, and then pushing himself up. He climbed the tree, repeating that strategy as he got all the way up to the very top of the tree. When Ink got to the top, he filled his non-existent lungs with air before shouting, “HELLOOOO???” He called out, “Anymonster out there?!” He shouted, his eyes squeezing shut with effort as he put a hand beside his mouth to increase the sound. He leaned forward a bit. “Gah!” Ink called out as his foot suddenly got snagged on a stray branch, causing for him to trip and fall off the branch he was standing on. He hit various branches and such on the way down.

CRASH, CRUNCH, CLUNK, CRASH, THUMP!

The resounding thud protruded the air as Ink fell all the way from the top of the tree, to the bottom, hitting the solid ground. “Gh…” Ink grumbled to himself as he rubbed his head a bit. “No luck…” He muttered to himself as he stumbled to his feet. “There’s a whole lot of nobody here!” Ink cried out. He sighed as he walked forward. “Well, except for you, of course.” Ink commented and looked over at the statue of the caped Sans. “Could you maybe tell me what happened?” Ink asked almost sarcastically. He didn’t expect an answer from the statue, thinking the stone figure was indeed just that, stone, a non-living statue. 

Ink sighed and half smiled at his own joke. “Silly me, statues don’t talk.” He muttered and shut his eyes a bit before looking at the statue. “Shame they didn’t put your name around here. You seem important. I’d like to come back and visit you. You’re good company. But now I don’t have anything to call you.” Ink continued chatting with the statue. The statue just stared on in that frozen face of absolute horror. 

“Geez, the heck got you scared so bad, bud?” Ink asked and finally acknowledged the statue’s face of permanent terror. “Looks like you can use some happiness! I can help ya out with that!” Ink exclaimed with a smile as he began to reach to his sash. He smiled brightly as he popped the yellow vile of paint, the one that supplied happiness, out of the sash, and opened it. He took a hard sip of the paint, a little bit escaping at the corner of his mouth. When he finished he wiped the yellow happiness paint from the side of his mouth, and then poured a fair amount into the hand of the statue. “Seemed like you were reaching out for happiness anyways. I’m sure that’s symbolic for something.” Ink commented as he put the cap back on the vile of paint and returned it to its place on his sash. 

Ink nonchalantly looked away before taking out broomie. “I guess there’s not much I can do for this place. I gotta just try and stop that… what was his name?” Ink mumbled and looked at his notes on his scarf, “Nightmare!” He called out, “Yeah, gotta catch him before he causes anymore trouble.” Ink finished and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a gasp for air. One coming from behind him where the statue had been located. Ink slowly turned and looked back at the origin of the sound. The yellow happiness paint began to disintegrate the stone-like seal on the statue. And beneath that stone-like surface, was a breathing, living monster. A Sans. He gasped for air as the stone began to shed, like how a snake sheds its skin. When the last bit of stone melted off of the Sans’ body, the stone was no longer holding them in place. The Sans dropped to their knees as they desperately filled their non-existent lungs with air, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“What the?!” Ink called out in shock at the living, breathing Sans. He immediately threw himself to his knees to help the Sans. “Heya friend! Are you…okay?” Ink asked somewhat weakly as he gently tried to put his hands onto the Sans’ shoulders. The Sans seemed to lean into Ink’s touch, like they hadn’t been touched in a long time.

“What is going on…where am I?” The Sans asked. Their voice was soft, gentle, and just barely above a whisper. “Well we’re in Dreamtale, and you were just a statue!” Ink explained as he held the Sans close. “Statue…?” The Sans repeated. The Sans’ eye-sockets suddenly widened in realization. Visions flashed across The Sans’ vision…when they had been turned into that statue, after being hit with a blast of dark magic from….“Nightmare!” The Sans called out with worry and concern. They immediately stood up as soon as possible. 

“...Nightmare? You mean that terrorist guy from this AU? How do you know about him– just what is going on??” Ink questioned and stood up as well, putting his hands on his hips. 

“My brother– Nightmare! He ate one of the Dark Apples, you aren’t supposed to eat the apples! B-But he was so scared…that he did. And it turned him into….” The Sans explained. The Sans was clearly panicked, and yet they were able to explain things in such few words.

“Nightmare’s your brothers? That guys been going around destroying AUs on a rampage!” Ink shouted slightly. “Seriously, that guys making my job a lot harder.” He added. “Oh no!” The Sans called out. “Nightmare– he would never hurt a fly before the Dark Apple got to him! He never wanted to hurt anyone!” He explained. 

“I’m sorry, can you explain what the heck is going on?” Ink questioned again. 

“T-The reason he transformed me into a statue instead of… killing me like the others,” The Sans began. The Sans didn’t seem to dance around their words, despite how gentle they sounded, “Was because before the Dark Apple completely consumed my brother, he turned me into a statue so that when the Dark Apple started puppeteering his mind, he wouldn’t be able to hurt me.” The Sans explained. “Mhm. Looks like he made the right choice. Take a look at your AU.” Ink said and gestured to the rest of the village. A pit formed in The Sans’ stomach when they saw it. 

The Sans looked at the village for a period of time, the air filled with nothing but silence. 

“Nightmare… needs to be stopped. Needs to be helped.” The Sans began, “So, why did you come here? Were you here to…hunt him like an animal?” The Sans continued, “Please, don’t do that. I won’t let you treat him less than monster. I know what he is doing is terrible, but he only needs help…!” The Sans explained weakly and yet with a new determination found in their eyes. “No no, calm down! My name is Ink! I’m a Guardian! I get that your bro is under the control of the ‘Dark Apple’ but he’s gotta be stopped, no matter what! So we might gotta do a bit of fighting, but it’s for his own good too.” Ink said nonchalantly.

“Ah…” The Sans replied at that. “Well…Ink, it is lovely to meet you. Even under these circumstances.” They said and smiled softly. “Wow! It’s great to meetcha too, statue boy!” Ink replied and happily shook the Sans’ hands. “S-Statue boy?” The Sans repeated and blushed as Ink shook his hand. “What, isn’t that what you are?” Ink asked and titled his head a bit. “M-My name is Dream! Guardian of P-Positivity!” Dream called out before bowing to Ink. “I’m at your whim.” He added. “Woah!” Ink called out, a little shocked by the formality. No one really respected Ink at that point in time. “Woah woah, calm down, no need for all that.” Ink said and gestured for Dream to stop bowing. Dream seemed a little confused but did so. “So, I’m gonna stop your brother. Having you around could help knock Nightmare around a bit. So you can tag along if you want.” Ink said as he began to open up a portal. 

Dream had a chance now. A chance to fix his lack of action when Nightmare was being so relentlessly bullied. This was his chance to protect people. This was his chance. Now all Dream had to do was take it.

#dreamtale #dream sans #ink sans #undertale #utdr #undertale multiverse #undertale au #underverse #kind of? #underverse au

[shattered-sparks]

Trapped Forever AU belongs to @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog​

Curious on how Saturn and Nova would be with the hostage situation Huh? Wait no more my friend!  --- Panic. The emotion swelling through Blacky as he quickly made his way over to Lord Saturn’s residents. Shoving the metal door aside causing a loud bang.  “Saturn!!”  The Void screamed! Tears in his eyes.  As quick as the call was sent an answer was received.  “Blacky?!”  Large burnt hands found themselves checking over the tiny shivering void. Struggling not to let the dam of tears loose.  “Blacky what’s wrong?!”  four pairs of eyes found themselves staring at Blackhole. Concern and worry. Chirping from all 3 heads of Beam were heard.  “Night! Th-th-they got Night!”  The words made Blacky’s tongue feel heavy. His throat tightening, making it hard to speak. Desperately, Blacky grabbed onto Saturn’s arms, pulling his tear filled face in to burry into the creamy fur around the Lord’s neck.  Lord Saturn hugged Blacky to his chest. He didn’t have all the answers right now but it had enough to go off of. Blacky scared, something about Night. He can work with this.  Picking up Blacky Saturn whistled to Beam. The Small Storm quickly following behind.  Blacky soon found himself being lowered onto a soft mattress. Blanket being wrapped snugly around the void’s trembling frame.  “Beam, Keep Blacky safe. No one gets in and no one gets out”  With the three heads nodding and quickly acting as defense, Saturn made his way over to the metal door. Stopping to place a claw on the frame.  “I’ll be back, Stay here Little mouse”  On the other side of the multiverse Supernova was quickly tailing behind a pack of travelers. Something felt wrong in Nova’s gut, this wasn’t a normal dimensional visit.  Suspicion eating away inside him he followed the travelers intel they jumped. Supernova knew where they were going too. He’s been seeing that universe today get a lot of visitors.  Jumping to Lord Night’s dimension  Nova found himself on the castle. Sitting to observe from one of the castle’s outside walkways he eyed the several groups that cluttered the courtyard.  Eyeing a familiar blue face Nova growled to himself, or so he thought.  “Status report”  The sound of a dark gravel voice made itself known. Nova looking over to see a familiar figure. One that he secretly feared. Hood pulled up to cover the burning gaze that was centered on the same blue.  Supernova glared at Saturn. Anger clearly known. “Courtyard’s been breached. More re-enforcements are coming. You?”  “Lord Night is compromised”  “WHAT!”  Supernova all but barked out. Teeth bared in anger. Lord Saturn gave Nova a glare at his sudden volume. Claws digging into the stone of the wall.  “Look I have no stakes in this. All I care about is the safety of Blacky. I’d rather not deal with more than one headache today, Glitch”  The nickname bore weight that both knew. Poison sinking itself into Supernova’s entire frame. His body physically shaking from how much anger he was having to hold back. But there was more important matters at hand.  “Didn’t plan on it, Orangesicle. What’s the plan?”  “Investigate”  With a shared silent truce the two tall animatronics jumped down into the grass. The wind making Lord Saturn’s hood fall as he bore his strength. Body igniting with a brilliant glow as his wings emerged behind him.  Moon’s faceplate swivel at the sudden thud. His eyes landing on two angry orange figures. One who wore a deadly smile, claws at the ready to summon just about anything from Moon’s nightmares. While the other was bright, blazing with fury as it’s wings made himself look bigger.  Supernova and Lord Saturn. Two animatronics that Moon wasn’t looking forward to dealing with. Narrowing his eyes he glared at the two. Body Tensing as he forced himself to stay put. Showing himself to be just as capable and threatening as the two. He wasn’t going to cower.  “I have no words to give you two. You’re not the ones we’re waiting for. Especially you, Wasp.”  Lord Saturn was the first to reply to Moon’s sour sentence. “I don’t think I care right now”  “You have something that I want, and I would much like you to return it to it’s proper place”  The smile that was wore thin tightened. Claws twitching as his frame glitched in and out. “That’s not happening” 

#Written Paw Prints #Supernova #Lord Saturn #Beam #I'll let you work out what comes next Madcat <3 #Have fun!

[soulsxng]

So this was Ahnia…the fae had been traveling before but always in an official capacity. This occasion was no different so like the many times before, Balmoral observed what he could of the unique and beautiful lands before being sequestered away in some building. His eye searching, looking to take in the place its rulers were fervent to protect. Well, at least one of them, but Balmoral assumed it may have come from somewhere.

He was aware it was a little strange to confer personally for a message. However, it would not be the first nor last time Balmoral was viewed as an eccentric. Still, he had his reasoning and besides, he already made the decision. And, of course, with his Royal Protector beside him, he had nary a fear being in a foreign land.

“King Jaspern, ah believe this is our first formal meeting but ah hope it will be far frae the last,” Balmoral said, recognizing one of the many faces from Creation’s little meeting. He presented an invitation, “And with this ah would like tae establish the opportunity tae open a line.”

Placing it to the appropriate hands, the fae went on to say, “Ah would also like tae offer these festivities on behalf of the Unseelie Court as a small token of gratitude tae Ahnia’s crown prince.”

“Lir’s out with...oh. Sorry, His Majesty, I mean, is out with his grandson right now. But, I was told that they’re already on their way back, so make yourselves comfortable until then!”

That was what the rather chatty royal guard-- Rouri, he’d introduced himself as initially, before similarly rectifying his casualness with a steep, wing-spread bow, and a reintroduction as Rourke, one of the personal royal guards to Ahnia’s ruling family-- had said, before asking them if they would like anything to eat or drink, in the meantime. Among other speaking of other topics, as well. He always had been the cheery, talkative sort.

It didn’t take long, before a tall, dark haired figure entered the room-- none other than Ahnia’s king, Jaspern...though he stayed firmly in the doorway until Rouri came over to greet him, and subsequently stepped out. By the squeal of “Rooree! Mimi’s home now!”, it was likely that the king had been trying to keep his grandson from rushing into the room along with him.

“Sorry for the wait. After you both traveled this far, I doubt sitting around in the castle was what you wanted to be doing with your time, but things took a bit longer than I’d originally intended.” He sighs as he closes the door behind him. Though Rouri had commented earlier about how similar Mhoirbheinn looked to JJ-- and some of the palace workers had initially mistaken the Royal Protector for Ahnia’s crown prince-- Jaspern didn’t seem to even notice the resemblance. Or if he did, he hid it well, as he took the invitation from Balmoral and turned it over in his hands to inspect it.

“Mm, the Sluagh na Marbh is starting soon, isn’t it? Can’t remember the last time that I was in the Unseelie for that sort of thing...I don’t think JJ’s been before, so he’ll appreciate the invite. As for opening a line, we can talk business now, if you want. Otherwise, I’ll have time later as well, if you’d rather take your time to explore Ahnia, or get some rest. I have to say, most have been too wary to approach us first; nobody’s sure what to think about Brinnela’s species being whisked back from the Void, or whatever has been said. While I like having the excuse to get out and stretch my legs by visiting other places myself, this sort of thing is definitely easier when I can actually show you what we have to offer.”

#thewolfisawake #[Jaspern -threads-]