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etherealkissed88 · 3 months

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stop seeing the 3d as something greater than you ☆

facts about the 3d

1. its forever a reflection of imagination/self, its a follower

you change self -> the 3d changes too because thats the law (thats how powerful you are). when you change yourself all the 3d can do is follow. it always expresses self. the 3d will always copy and follow self, it will always copy who you are being in imagination (your identity)

2. its forever neutral

the 3d has no original meaning bc you always assign everything meaning based on your state/perspectives

3. its forever changeable

since you are the operant power, you always have full control. the shit you see now is temporary. it always changes bc you are always changing states. dont feel discouraged when you havent seen any 3d change bc you know that it will change once you truly change self. nothing can possibly be permanent in the 3d so worrying about if "circumstances" will be there forever is useless. you have all the control at all times.

4. its forever an illusion, a lie

you experience the 3d via 5 senses which are limited asf. things you see might not be the things that are actually happening. i cant see gravity pulling me down, does that mean theres no gravity?

5. it does not have a mind of its own, its dead

how can the 3d think for itself if its only job is copying imagination? it is a limited version of imagination that is only a mirror. the 3d doesnt hate you, its not your enemy, you are assuming it is. you see how you always assume meaning because you have all the power? the 3d doesnt have that power. its dead means it has no original power. its nothing but presenting self like how a channel is presented on your tv (3d). it is indifferent, it doesnt mean anything, it is only a screen reflecting self.

6. the 3d follows, it never precedes

it cannot do anything without your decision, anything that happens is as a result of your state/your assumptions. it will always follow self (reflection of you). it cannot act out and give you what you dont want unless you change self. so it only follows you around. it has no control to take the first action because you are the first action.

the 3d is always below you because you are always in control of it as the operant power. you decide, you choose, you assume, you become, you embody, whatever word you like to use, you will always be above the 3d. everything is in your control always.

but the 3d never matters bc ur 3d could be an absolute mess but u can still manifest. why? bc its all about self! you can always change self and that, by law, changes the 3d. so the 3d only changes when YOU change. this is why we tell you to just focus on changing self!

i decide i am the version of me who has what i want in imagination (changing self) and its done. i know the 3d is nothing so if i see something i dont want: "its a lie" "its an illusion" whatever words you like, either way its neutral. i just gave it to myself so it rly is done.

"Life does not care whether you call yourself rich or poor; strong or weak. It will eternally reward you with that which you claim as true of yourself." - neville g

the 3d doesnt care about anything except what you assume yourself to be / your state (SELF) bc that is what it copies.

even when you think youre powerless, youre still being powerful…

*you will always be greater than the 3d because you are forever the operant power. it doesnt matter if you think or assume you arent be you always are. if you assume the 3d is more powerful, the 3d will reflect that, BECAUSE you as the OPERANT POWER decided that. so even if things seem bad, you have all the power at every moment and what you see is just the 3d presenting self. it SEEMS like ur not in power but since you continue assuming that, ofc that will reflect which proves you are always the operant power even w a shitty 3d.

the 3d is rly nothing bc the 3d changes under my power every time. once you understand that you are the operant power, everything else turns small. the 3d isnt the big bad wolf. its simply a reflection of you! do not view a REFLECTION of you as greater than YOU.

kisses, jani ☆

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saetoru · 1 year

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。WISHES — DILUC RAGNVINDR.

on the morning of his birthday, diluc is prepared to spend it like every other day. he’s prepared to sit, eat breakfast, kiss you goodbye, and follow through with his duties until it’s time to come back home to you. but you have no such plans—birthdays are meant to be treated like birthdays, after all. not normal days.

“master diluc,” you hum playfully, walking up behind him as he seats himself at the table. he raises a brow, almost as if he knows what you’re up to. “if i do recall correctly, today is a rather special day.”

“i believe we’ve agreed a long time ago that just diluc is fine,” he mumbles, a soft blush dusting over his cheeks. you giggle, reaching over and pinching the skin as he huffs.

“well, diluc,” you sing, “it seems today is your birthday.”

“yes, it does seem so,” he sighs.

“do spare me a little more enthusiasm, won’t you?” you pout, setting his plate before him, “i woke up early to make breakfast myself today.”

he stares down, looks at the flickering flame of the candle and the plate of neatly stacked pancakes momentarily before turning back to you. his heart is warm and his fingers ache to feel you as he smiles at you gently.

“quite a bit of trouble to go to for me, wouldn’t you say?”

“nothing is trouble if it’s for you, master diluc,” you insist, “now make a wish. be sure not to share it, or it won’t come true.”

he sighs, ears burning red at the title as the maids giggle behind their hands from the distance. the look of excitement on your face makes his lips quirk into a small grin, however, as he shakes his head and takes your hand.

“is that so?”

“why, of course,” you nod. “everyone knows this, silly.”

“then i suppose if i wished for a kiss it wouldn’t come true?” there’s a small tug that pulls you closer by your joined hands, one that makes you stumble so that a strong arm can wrap around you and pull you into a familiar warm lap.

“well, not now that you’ve told me,” you sigh theatrically, “truly a shame.”

“but it is my birthday,” he insists, “wouldn’t you care to make it special?”

and you’re not one to deny him of requests—especially not on his birthday—so you nod. “as you wish,” you say, cupping his cheek. and to your credit, you try. he can tell you really do try to keep the smile at bay, but the large grin that curves along your lips makes his eyes soften as he watches you lean in.

diluc has never made a fuss about his birthday—not for a few years, at least. it’s usually a day that serves as a painful reminder of his past, and he’d rather bury himself in work than celebrate a day that haunts him with old memories.

but then you come along—you and your soft humming as you make breakfast, you and your bright grin as you place a candle in his stack of pancakes, you and crinkled eyes as you press your lips to his that trickle with sweetness.

you love him, always have. you’ve loved him through restless nights and dull mornings, and you’ve loved him through silent tears and empty gazes. you’ll always love him, even when he doesn’t think you should. and you celebrate all the parts of him—even the ones he chooses not to himself.

“happy birthday, diluc,” you mumble against his mouth, pressing a soft peck as he hums. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he whispers back, “thank you.”

and he thinks as he kisses you again, as he feels your fingers grip his coat and your breath mingle with his—celebrating his birthday next year still won’t be easy, but falling deeper for you certainly won’t be difficult.

this is rly short and also a bit boring but i just wanted to write something quickly for him in between studying for finals (😔) because he’s the love of my life

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc fluff #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #diluc ragnvindr fluff #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

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munsonslilbunnie · 9 months

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little meadow | eddie munson x plus-size!reader

summary: a little fun with your favorite metalhead after a pretty picnic <3

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings/cw/tw/notes about the reader: nothing rly bad, mainly fluff but gets a little nsfw towards the end. oral (f! and m! receiving). <3 minors DNI. not proofread or beta'd.

requested by: @prettyblondguys (i'm so sorry for how long this took, i hope you still end up liking it 😭)

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ever since you and eddie got together, eddie has been adamant that you two have weekly little dates es. it didn’t matter to him what day or time, as long as you two had time to spend together – what with him still trying to graduate from hawkins high and you with your work schedule at the family video.

recently, eddie had told you he found a pretty little meadow a bit away from his trailer park – it was absolutely perfect for what he had planned for you. he’s never been with someone who truly liked him – who didn’t go out with him based on a joke or a bet. when he met you, it was like everything fell into place and finally, something clicked right. you never once mocked him for what he liked, for how he dressed. you accepted him. you accepted him with all the scars, mental and physical, that he had. he never had to pretend to be someone else to keep you by his side. you cared for him in a way that still shocked him to this day – he never thought of himself as lucky, but here he was, with the most beautiful girl to ever appear in his life hanging on his arm and he swore now that he won in life. he’d do anything for you at this rate and he wouldn’t want to risk losing you.

that’s why everything had to be perfect for your date. you two always flipped-flopped back and forth on whose turn it is to plan your weekly date and it just so happened that it was eddie’s turn. he was pretty excited for this one – he might have skipped a class or two to get things ready but everything’s worth it when it comes to you.

it was finally friday, the day of your date, and eddie was pacing back and forth on his front porch, waiting for your car to appear in the distance, and when it finally did, he gave a little jump and rushed down the stairs, a (somewhat) beat-up wicker basket in his hands, a spare blanket thrown across the top of it. how he managed to find it, he doesn’t even remember at this point, but it was packed up to the brim with some essentials like, uh, food, of course. all of your favorites – ranging from a pack of fruit (watermelon and grapes), some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he prepared himself (he even used that all-natural peanut butter shit that you admitted to liking), along with some cheap coolers that were all fruity flavors that you liked, and little extras that he threw in there last minute in case it wasn’t enough. it was the first picnic that he was taking you on and he wasn’t too sure what all he needed to bring, but this felt like it was enough, right?

the sound of your engine cutting off brought him back down to earth, your pretty smile emerging from inside your car as you stepped out, hair still slightly damp from the shower you must’ve taken after your shift before heading over to the trailer park. he felt himself gulp once he saw what you were wearing – a pretty, floral-looking sundress that barely brushed past mid-thigh, the straps tied into little knots at the top (something that his mind told him he could easily pull apart with one single tug–), and your feet covered by your white sandals. he suddenly felt underdressed with his attire – his regular hellfire shirt, sleeves bunched up to his elbows, with his ripped jeans and chains hanging on his belt loops, and his white reebok’s. he pretty much was wearing exactly what he usually does, but you didn’t seem to take notice as you made your way to him, thick arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him down slightly for a lingering kiss that stole his breath.

a breathy grunt left him as he melted against your lips, the hand holding the wicker basket twitching as the other wrapped around your plush waist, tugging you forward against his body. this was always the highlight of his days – feeling your lips against his was something he looked forward to every day. he couldn’t wait for the day when he could wake up, with you by his side, and kiss you first thing in the morning with no regard to the morning breath.

you pulled away far too quickly to his liking and it was evident by the pout on his lips. you giggled softly and ran your thumb against the pout, smoothing it away as you cooed quietly, “now, now. no pouting, baby. you have all day to get more kisses.” you teased him, feeling his hand start to inch its way down south, the tips of his fingers brushing against your ass for a split second before pulling away from his hold altogether, sending him an innocent smile at his fake glare.

“you tease,” he playfully bit at you, to which you responded with your own fake glare before his lips stretched into a happy grin. “hope you’re ready, princess. swear you’re gonna like the place,” he started to say, his free hand holding onto yours as he tugged you off into the direction of the forest, you falling easily into line with him, trusting him.

“i have no doubt that i will, baby,” you smiled brightly, finding how excited eddie seemed to be absolutely adorable. it’s not every day your boyfriend is this excited about planning a date (though he’s always excited about your dates, as long as you two were together, that’s all that seemed to matter to him).

as eddie started to go on about how he accidentally found the meadow, it took you two less than a few minutes to find the exact area he found. you felt your breath hitch at how serene the area looked – it felt as if it came straight out of a romance novel, what with how the sun was shining down the perfect amount, not directly in the middle of the meadow, but scattered enough where it was making some of the wildflowers look like they were glistening. you could hear the sound of wildlife out in the background, and while some of the flowers looked overgrown, they didn’t quite stop looking so beautiful in your eyes. you felt your lips tug up into a shy smile, eddie continuing to tug you towards the middle of the meadow, closer to a patch of ground that didn’t have as much overgrown grass.

he let your hand go for a moment to spread the blanket down, smoothing out the creases before putting the wicker basket down on one corner, in case of any wind. once he was satisfied with it, he nodded his head and toed off his shoes, before stepping onto the blanket, a hand outstretched towards you. he flashed you a smile and bent slightly at his waist, “m’lady.”

your cheeks flushed slightly at the action, but played along with him, gently placing your hand on his and curtsied, your other hand lightly clutching onto your dress, “m’lord.”

he gave you a satisfied grin, bending down to help you take off your sandals, before tugging you over towards the middle of the blanket, maneuvering you to plop down next to him, your legs now thrown over his outstretched legs with an arm thrown around your waist.

“so… what do ya think?” eddie asked, looking at you with a slightly nervous smile. he knew you usually liked everything he did for your dates, but he was nervous that maybe you didn’t quite like this one as much as he thought you might. his hand settled on your knee, rubbing it slightly as he tried not to outright show his nervousness as he waited for your response.

“what do i think?” you gaped in surprise before exclaiming happily, “eddie, this is amazing! i had no idea such a pretty place would be hiding in plain sight, and so near to you, too! i love it, eddie. thank you for taking the time to find it and plan everything out like this, baby.” you cooed softly, your hand cupping his cheek and smoothing out his nervous smile, giving him praise after praise. you could see the way his dark, doe-like eyes lit up at your words and it brought you such joy that you, or rather your words, were the cause for such reaction. this man made you so happy, you’d do everything in your power to return the favor.

“fuck, ‘m so glad, princess,” he let out a breath of relief, feeling a sense of tension finally elevating itself from his shoulders. he didn’t even realize how nervous he was to hear your thoughts, but now knowing that you only had positive things to say, made him feel a lot better. he was not an overly cheesy or affectionate boyfriend, at least, he didn’t think so, so sometimes he was left with a sense of uncertainty on whether or not he was doing this ‘boyfriend’ thing right.

he flashed you another smile before starting to pull out the food he prepared for you two – you helping him spread out the items while chatting away about your day at work, talking about robin and steve, and eddie adding into the mix about his own day, about the campaign that he had planned for the boys, about the new thriller film he’s been itching to watch with you. the chatter between you two was comfortable and easy, as it always was. this is why eddie fell in love with you in the first place – everything with you was easy. it wasn’t always perfect, you two had your own arguments here or there, but it’s not like you two stayed mad at each other for too long. the first time you fought, he was for sure positive that that was it, that you were going to break up with him, but you had surprised him when you showed up to the hideout that same night and demanded you two talked about it like adults because ‘there is no way in hell i’m going to let us break up over a shitty misunderstanding’. he got into his head sometimes and you did the same, but you both always pushed through it. eddie’s never had a healthy relationship, so this was still all new territory to him – but he was just glad that it was with you that he was experiencing this.

maybe it was easy because he loves you and vice versa – whatever it was, he’s grateful.

the rest of the afternoon was spent eating the food, with you playfully feeding eddie grapes and with him complaining about how there were too many nuts in that all-natural shit you liked, which just ended up with you two giggling out of control at how laughable he sounded. the sun soon set and all that was left was the moonlight shining through the trees, you and eddie now laying on the blanket, your legs tangled up together as you both stared up at the moon.

a happy sigh escaped your lips as you turned your head to lay it against his chest, his fingers gently tracing lines down your arm. “this has been perfect,” you mumbled softly against his chest, leaving a kiss over where his heart is. you could feel the skip of his heart and it made you giggle, looking up at him with a grin as you propped your chin on his chest to look at him properly.

“yeah? maybe we should do this more often then, ya know?” he mumbled, his hand going up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand cupping your cheek, to which you nuzzled up against it. “we’re in our own little world out here.” he commented, trying his best not to smirk at the furrow of your brows at his words.

“are we, now?” you rose a brow at him, knowing exactly where the man was going with this. but there was no denying the way it excited you as you watched his dark, intense eyes stare into yours, both hands gripping your waist. a surprised yelp came from you as he hauled you onto his lap, your thick thighs now straddling him with your hands keeping you upright by pressing them next to his head on the blanket.

your heaving chest was the perfect distance away from his face, your cheeks now flushed red as you stared down at him. the look he gave you was sending shivers down your spine, a little wet patch growing in your panties. “eddie,” you whispered softly, your hips rolling slightly against the growing tent in his pants, but the grin he gave you made you pause.

“not yet, princess. i wanna taste my dessert first,” eddie mumbled, his voice now deepened into a husk as his hands gripped your waist even tighter, pulling you further up into a sitting position, your thighs now moved forward to settle on each side of his face.

if possible, your face burned even brighter, your hands landing on top of the wicker basket as it helped you keep your balance. “eddie!” was all you could get out before it dissolved into a whiny cry as you felt his tongue flattened against your panties, the only barrier left between him and your pretty cunt. it used to make you insecure – with him wanting you to sit on his face, and you protesting because you were afraid that your weight would, quite literally, suffocate him, but he was anything if persistent and after the first time, you found that it was one of his favorite positions to have you.

the man didn’t even bother to respond – his fingers bunched up your dress to your hips, before moving down to push your panties to the side, eyes gazing up at you at his tongue flattened against your clit, swirling it around the nub before giving it a gentle suck. your whimpers filled the forest, echoing throughout the quiet night.

“more, please,” you gave into the pleasure, your hips grinding down against his mouth. his nose nudged against your clit, taking in a deep breath of your heady smell before his groan filled the air, as well.

“with pleasure, babydoll,” came his clipped response, before eddie pulled you flushed to his mouth, his tongue lapping at your puffy cunt. your cries of pleasure indulged him, thrusting his tongue inside that perfect cunt of yours in the way that he knew would make you see stars soon enough. his fingers dug into your fleshy thighs, nails raking down your stretch marks. he tried to pull you as close as possible, your velvety walls fluttering around his tongue as if it was his cock, which was straining in his own jeans. but this was about you right now. he’s been dying to taste you since the moment you walked out of your car – he could hardly wait any longer.

you, on the other hand, were having a hard time keeping still, your hips squirming and your nails digging into the wicker basket, that creaked under the force. whine after whine tumbled from your lips, trying your best not to squeeze your thighs together, but eddie was making it hard for you not to. one of your hands shot down to tangle itself into his hair, tugging at his curls when you wanted him to go faster, the man eagerly responding as his tongue thrust faster and deeper inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing quick circles around your clit just the way you liked it. if he kept it up, there was no way that you were going to last. he always had a way when it came to making you cum easily.

but you didn’t want it to end so soon. you lifted your hips slightly with shaky thighs, the man underneath you groaning in disappointment before it turned into a choked-out grunt when you flipped yourself around, your back now facing him.

“princess, what are you – fuck!” eddie couldn’t quite finish his question when he saw you bend down, your leaking cunt hovering over his face, soft, doughy tummy pressed against his chest and your own face now hovering over his aching cock, your soft hands tugging the shaft out of his pants.

“i wanna have my fun, too,” you pouted with feigned innocence, looking behind him all cutely. the straps of your dress had come undone from your squirming, the fallen top now revealing your pretty tits to the cold night’s air. “wanna take care of you,” you let out a happy sigh, lightly blowing against the angry red tip of his cock, laying kiss after kiss against it before lapping at the precum with your tongue.

“oh fuck, yeah – yeah, whatever you want, baby,” all eddie could do was whimper as he let you have your way. but that didn’t mean he was done. before he could let out any more whimpers, he tugged you back down on his face, his tongue lapping at your juices, switching back and forth from your clit to thrusting his tongue inside your cunt, over and over, before thrusting two thick digits along with his tongue now. he knew how much you loved feeling full, filled to the brim to the point it was overwhelming, and he just loved indulging your desires.

tears of sensitivity were already starting to prick the corner of your eyes at the way eddie was assaulting your cunt, a thin line of drool slipping past your lips. you squeezed your eyes shut before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, letting out a loud moan, sending vibrations down the shaft as you took him inch by inch, the tip grazing the back of your throat before pulling away altogether, your hand stroking him at a fast pace. you kept doing this over and over again, multiple times, teasing the squirming man underneath you. the moment you would feel him thrust into your mouth, you’d pull away, giving only little kitten licks against the veins that ran along his cock, his strained moans music to your ears.

it wasn’t until you felt his fingers hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you that you finally gave in, filling your mouth with his cock. you bobbed your head up and down, one of your hands pushing your hair away from your face while the other gently tugged and played with his balls. when he thrust his hips upwards, you didn’t pull away this time. you let it happen, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to gag, a loud curse escaping eddie’s lips at the way your throat contracted around his cock. your eyes watered even more, but you let eddie continue to fuck your face, trying your best to breathe through your nose. you could feel your cunt start to flutter sporadically and with the way eddie’s hips were starting to falter, you knew he was close to the end too.

you closed your eyes tightly, eddie’s arms now wrapped around your thighs and cunt pulled flushed against his face. his fingers slammed against your sweet spot one more time and you snapped, your loud cry coming out as a muffled sound around his cock, drenching eddie’s mouth, to which he lapped to the best of his ability. when his hips finally sputtered weakly, once, twice, he finally gave way to pleasure and emptied himself inside your eager mouth, his balls twitching with how much he’s been holding off thus far.

your body finally gave way and fell limp over his legs, mouth pulled away from his softening cock. you swallowed what you had in your mouth, before coughing lightly as your body grew relaxed on top of him.

all that filled the air was a mixture of both of your pants, your thighs trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. when you finally had enough energy, you managed to twist yourself around again and fell in place by his side, his arms instantly wrapping themselves around your body and tugging you closer, warming you up.

“shit, i’ll never get tired of that,” eddie sounded slightly hoarse, a cheeky grin on his lips as he tilted his head down to stare at you, wiggling his brows in a playful manner.

your cheeks flushed more than they already were and you playfully smacked his chest, giggling at the offended look he shot you, “swear i need to stop giving into you so easily!”

“don’t pretend you didn’t love it! remember, you were the one who said you wanted to try it in someplace public, would you rather do it in the pool–!”

“eddie, shut up!”

“i will if you sit on my face again–”

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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 9 months

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name.

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now.

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?”

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.”

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls.

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch.

You. You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky.

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him.

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore.

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?”

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.”

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke.

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.”

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away.

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face.

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk.

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?”

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.”

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall.

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod ghost #simon riley angst #angst #simon riley

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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reo and rin possessive in opposite ways, reo loves flaunting what no one else will ever have (you) and (with consent) sends vids and pics of you to the group chat like it’s nothing, where as rin will literally kill anyone who dares to look at you for a second too long

AJHFAKFAAL ANON THIS COMPARISON IS SOOOO GUD BC IT'S SO TRUE !!!!! they're absolute polar opposites and tbh cannot get each other's pov for the life of them 😭 reo sends one of his s/o's thirst traps to the group chat and rin is like .. absolutely disgusted. why'd he do that. he imagines a similar situation happening with his s/o and it makes his eye twitch lol it just doesn't make sense to him... sees it as downright disrespectful in a way really even tho he knows reo's s/o is fine w it

reo is definitely a lil fucked in that head <3 loooves to flaunt u in every way possible. you're his prettiest little thing, his greatest treasure - it's a shame no one else gets to see just how stunning you are, isn't it? if you're okay with it and give him the green light, WHEWWWWW the rest of the team is lucky as hell !!!!! get to indulge on the mirror selfies of you in the newest lingerie set that reo got u,, sometimes get to hear your little moans and pleads from the other side of the wall :( cuz when reo wants you, he wants you now, and there's no point in wasting any time. he drags u to the nearest room and fucks you so good, there's still this droopy look to his eyes as you two exit the spare bedroom :( you're all over his socials as well, starting from daily lil pics with your finger getting into frame and ending on official event photos. really he just takes on any chance he gets to show how lucky he is!!

rinnie... oh rin baby :( i love him so much. he's crazy. he really is. he knows it's hard to communicate with him at times and he thanks the gods when you only give a playful roll of your eyes to his grumbling instead of getting annoyed w his antics. he just cannot help but get frustrated whenever he sees some article on you on social media, the comments downright disgusting because hello??? why would any sleaze say anythin like it about you when even the title states that you're the girlfriend of uefa's player of the year??? like yeah you're taken. he gets it - you're drop dead gorgeous, the most beautiful and breathtaking thing he's ever seen in his entire life (and he's seen a lot). and he KNOWSSS that he's the one that gets to see you daily, first thing in the morning, and that he's the only one to get the sweetest kisses and most sinful touches from you. but it's just unconscious to him sometimes </3 he glares at any guy who looks at you in a way that seems suspicious to him, even goes the extra mile to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you closer, until he can lean his head down and kiss you. he's not that big on pda, and whenever he does show you affection in public, it's most likely bc he's jealous lol. there's not many pictures of you on his socials until you get engaged/married and have kids (the media rly loves this whole family guy persona that they never thought he had to him lol and he's much less stiff on his sm the older he gets) BUT he does have a few pictures of you on the red carpet or some events in general <3 you look absolutely stunning and he's got no shame. posts u like he's your biggest fan (he is!!!!!!!) >_< also for the nsfw turn ........ he rly cannot make up his mind whether he hates the thought of anyone hearing your pretty little sounds or gets off on it LOL he's like, no just wait until we get home, baby, no way on some days but if he's particularly love sick, he has no restraints ! pulls you into the bathroom for just a quickie, it's not like any of the guys will notice - they're too busy celebrating by the bar, right??? he tries to reason w himself, but he knows they will notice and that they WILL hear as you whimper his name. that's the whole point really <3 feed his ego girlie he loooves it

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #ANON I AM SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #i only now notices it's been sitting in my drafts for like weeks now :((((((((((((((((#✩ reo.thrists #✩ reo.drabbles #✩ rin.thirsts #✩ rin.drabbles #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo thirst #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin thirst #✧˚ · . bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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neon-vocalist · 2 months

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you know i’ve thought about it more and i think what vox is saying is actually true. or at least, he thinks it’s true. bear with me.

i believe that pain and betrayal he’s expressing at selen’s behaviour is entirely genuine because he doesn’t understand. i believe that management has probably rotted his brain so badly and convinced him that selen is the bad guy. i don’t think he comprehends why selen recorded him like that even when it seems so clear to us. i would probably feel betrayed too if i was literally willing to sign my life and job away for a friend and then she turned around and betrayed me like that.

vox has no reason not to trust the managers. they’ve been good to vox. in his mind, they are good— i can see why he wouldn’t understand why selen speaks the way she does about them. he has no way of comprehending it.

maybe he does believe that nijisanji is free to leave at anytime, because it is for him. or maybe that part was scripted. either way, the pain in his voice was audible and i feel rly bad for him. selen obviously meant a lot to him and this whole thing has been hard on all of them.

love ur livers, guys. love the bird. and don’t forget, sink the yacht.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #anycolor #vox akuma #sol talks vtubers

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lunchables--official · 8 months

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Gordon is notably characterized by his obnoxious and deeply uncool behavior but he's also defined by an incredible earnestness and desire for things to be taken seriously . And Benrey, on the other hand, is obnoxious too but for the exact opposite reasons-- devaluing things that, by Gordon's standards, should be taken seriously (such as murder) while playing up the absurdity and inconsistent application of rules in general (and also acting like a fucking third grader).

In that way the two of them have a lot in common, but with that one major caveat of seriousness . Really, they're both pretty earnest, and they both just wanna make jokes n have fun-- Gordon wants to be a justin.tv streamer and he talks to himself like an anime protagonist (GORDON SPRINT!!) and Benrey's whole thing is having his day ruined bc he couldn't play games with his friends . But Benrey also knows treating the game like it's real is idiotic, while Gordon can't help but treat it as if it were (and Scorpy Socpens n Wayne R. TV use this for some extremely good comedy).

In addition to THAT, you have Coomer, who, over the course of the webseries, realizes his life is a lie and his world is fake - subsequently becoming more lucid, serious, and aloof. His character arc brings up the question of What Does It Truly Mean, To Be Alive? (a tried and true story point !) They're all functioning on different understandings of their world-- they all understand nothing matters, but Coomer is just now realizing, and Benrey's always known it, and Gordon method acts so hard that he almost forgets it.

With that context HLVRAI becomes an argument on existential nihilism -- Coomer presents the question "nothing is real so is living this life valuable?" and Benry's response is essentially "no- if nothing matters then why care ? Do whatever you want forever ." And Gordon's is "of COURSE it's valuable, fuck you, this may not matter but I can care and try and hope and LIVE, BABY!!! leave me and my magmar plush OUTTA THIS!!" Quite a 4chan vs Tumblr argume(I am shot and killed)

But even though I describe Gordon as v earnest and sincere, it's not enitrely accurate, bc while he has a lot of Genuine Expressions of Emotion, he also seems to use anger to mask laughter ("if i had a knife i would gut you" said with an audible smile). Makes him seem less genuine and more like he's playing up the reactivity, but you still get a rly potent feeling that these are people he enjoys being around, and I'm sure that's also just Wayne R. TV playing gmod with his friends bleeding through .

Coomer's obviously the MOST sincere, he has literally the only lines that are SUPPOSED to be taken seriously. And Benrey may not be very sincere, but he IS (in Wayne R TV's words) the most sentimental, which is REALLY weird. He's constantly talking bullshit, but Scorpy Socpens still gives him these moments where it seems like he might actually care ("we should turn back.. we're going further . into HELL" and "why are we here? ..what happened to your arm?!") LIKE!! he and the others are all entertainers, they're all supposed to make you laugh (except for Dr. Coomer at one point), but Benrey especially, as he's this manifestation of insincerity and irony and absurdity--and yet?? some semblance of motivation??

If hlvrai is an argument on nihilism, then it's ALSO about how what makes life worth living is the people around you actually . Because of benrey's "nothing matters" mentality he gains Gordon's ire and subsequently becomes the antagonist as his stupid shenanigans are reframed as actively hindering the group (even though yeah EVERYONE gets in the way of everything all the time). Thus he becomes the Big Bad even though he's really just, not cut out for it . he knows his actions don't have meaningful consequences, but that sentimentality inevitably slips out, and yeah, his whole purpose is to be funny. you can't be funny to yourself now that's just embarrassing. he has the powers to shapeshift and time travel but he only does it when it's relevant to Gordon. i am constantly thinking about how he says "it replenishes your electronics" in this calm, mellow voice like he's got nothing to worry about and is just enjoying the moment . he just wants to play games with people, man!!!

and even though Gordon is so SO fucking uncool, he's allowed to be because he actually gives a shit!! even though they're both annoying, Benrey is the one who becomes the villain because of how detached he is. Gordon can stumble over his words and be clumsy as hell but he cares so deeply-- about the others, about putting on a show-- that his embarrassing attempts at being the hotshot hero of the story don't detract from his value. yeah this world isn't real but my friends are. yeah nothing matters but we can still try to help each other out. you are supposed to care!!! bitch

#[COUGHS AND HACKS VIOLENTLY]#hlvrai #half-life vr but the ai is self-aware #media analysis #txt #nonsense

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Eddie pulling you away from behind his concert and making out with you and he doesn't mean for it to go as far as it does, but one moment you two are kissing and the next you are bent over one of the speakers and he's fucking you

oh he would sooo do this ! he just sees you as a groupie at first but he can't keep his eyes off you, there's something really endearing ab you, he can't figure out :(

as the groupie you are of course you were close to the stage, good thing is you didn't even have to wait outside, even if you arrived late to the gig, there would still be room for you in the front line. let's say they were still pretty underground (to put it in the nicest way possible !). you weren't going to lie, you did your make up and tried to portray what you thought his type would be. a really (i mean really) tight low cut t-shirt. giving him the best view he could think of, with your cute pink lacy pastel bra showing a bit ^.^ you tried your best at doing your eyeliner, which didn't even look as bad as you thought it did ! the bartender complimenting how cool it was ! and of course loads of coats of mascara. enough to not make them look clumpy.

when he comes to the stage you can't help but get lost with his guitar solos, really focusing on how his fingers played with every chord and how fast he was able to switch in between them. he noticed of course. out of all of the people, there u were ! looking like a lost little lamb :( you didn't fit into the profile of viewers and crowd he would usually get. old men, drunk men, lost men not knowing what to do with their lives so they just get drunk in the closest bar they can... men.

you waited outside after the gig finished, more specifically in the behind-area of the bar.

you finally see him, nd all the band come out the back door.

building enough courage, you make a little shout "eddie! eddie munson!"

everyone turned around and looked at you. after the gig eddie talked to his bandmates about some girl in the crowd, they figured it was you and decided to all go to his van due to fatigue. eddie promised he would come back soon ! he even gave them the keys 2 wait for him.

he was such a nice gentleman. asking about your life cuz he genuinely seemed interested :( asking ab hobbies, what other music did you listen to ! etc etc

as quick as a flash, you both were making out. it all happened so fast :( your whimpers got the worse of him. growing hard with every little noise you made. groping your ass and pretty tits while he sucked on your neck, leaving a few marks. the low cut shirt wasn't helping neither ! with your bra peeking out. he couldn't get enough of u !

it was freezing cold outside and he noticed. your shivering, & goosebumps all over your pretty skin. "wna go inside, doll?"

and that's how u both end up fucking. you bent over one of those big speakers. lucky you, the owner of the bar forgot to close the back doors that one night which made possible your fantasy of being fucked on stage.

"what a good fucking girl. making a mess over the speaker. wish these speakers were wired in so i could put a microphone over your mouth n everyone wld know who's making you make those pretty noises you do with that pretty little mouth of yours. r u gna cum? be a good groupie. cum hard on my cock. just like that." :(

(i hate this so much arragghedj :!:!:! i'm so sorry this was rly rushed :( mhmm)

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #polly's mail💌

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One thing I find rly interesting abt Jinwoo is how he does this thing where he basically makes major decisions for the people in his life w/o ever really asking them? I’m mostly referring to his resetting the world, which obviously is a net positive, but it felt like it really took away the agency of some of the people in his life? Like his mom was just beginning to heal from the grief of losing her husband, as well as the other survivors of the double dungeon beginning to move forward with their lives, but that ultimately is taken away from them. Obviously it’s a guarantee that they would never have to experience that pain again, but idk.. it almost feels like Jinwoo puts everything on him to the point where he just. Refuses to let people have a say (or I’m over analyzing this lol)

(Girl if you over analyzing then I'm doing a whole thesis—)

You know, this really fits hella well with the Multiverse conversations (and trauma conversations) that I was looking up at YouTube right now. And those conversations also let me get a better understanding of what were the true effects of turning back time ten years later (as well as the effects that Jin Woo has recieved when he became one with Ashborn).

Stories for the viewer are supposed to be concrete. We got invested with Solo Leveling because it told us a story surrounded by urban fantasy that felt new but also still had a lot of mystery to uncover itself in. And it wasn't just easily brand new like a year or two but rather 10 years, a full whole decade were politics, the economy, people, social class structure, technology, war and even medicine changed globally. The effect was on everyone and the cause for it was tremendous. Sure it didn't seem to change a lot on the outside, but everywhere around Jin woo, the gates and hunting was a huge influence on him in order to survive. And the influence on SL ragnarok is far wider (if spoilers let me talk, almost countries were destroyed, hunters rebelled against their governments, even entire biomes were created and changed due to dungeon breaks, in SL too there were many times when the occurence of gates meant that the land would become cheaper or the leadership of a country depended on the control of the strongest hunters or medicine changes as it was possible for people to regrow limbs and maybe even summon life itself, or souls. Thing is, everyone had their whole worldview changed by this.)

As an author you could still make those changes and it would be fine because it was you own world, your own creation, and also because it was still withing your power to change it. But the moment it's presented to the audience, the story is supposed to keep its actions and causes relevant until the end. Not all of them of course, but not to the point were nothing mattered except for the protagonist. That's the reason why the climax is so important for every story, it's the reason why everything was build up until the end. And then when Solo Leveling reaches that climax, it drops back down again, no, it backpedals even further to the point where the world we got used to and we were supposed to love as much as Jin woo; the characters, the struggles, the people, the victories, were all gone.

But, alongside Jin-Woo's growth, that's the reason why we still kept reading in the first place. So when Jin Woo took it all away, it broke the story as a whole, it didn't preserve the elements that we knew about and that at one point influenced Jin-Woo. Then he had become so OP he literally bent the laws of his own world in order to make himself the only person capable of saving it, and thus no longer having the influence of that past world on him. He could be whatever he wanted, do as he wished. The world didn't matter anymore, the effects of the universe were not concrete but rather, flexible to his own will.

(Gary stu Gary stu Gary stu—)

"But people died and suffered! Without the dungeons and monsters then everyone would have lived an ordinary life!"

And what clicks me off is not the Rewind part for the greater good, its Sung Jin Woo keeping all of that a secret because it was "good".

I agree on the surface that it was a logical decision for him to reverse people's lives to the way it was before and let people have another chance on life. People sure seemed to be happy. Or so it appears on the surface.

It's why even with the existence of magic, people still kept their senses and didn't create an entire apocalypse the moment S ranks appeared. It's why the whole world wasn't just pure chaos and instead of degrading, it advanced with magic and evolved their lives to a new future. The line tend to contradict itself when there are hunters that still use their power to their advantage in getting away with everything, but at the same time we see that people and awakened ones still do whatever it takes to bring peace into this world by founding Assosiations, alliances, (and other new things in SL Ragnarok).

Legit it seems the author forgot that his own characters had a reason to become hunters. The man that died in the double dungeon, sliced in half, Park Gi Sool, wanted to fight in order to pay more bills since he was having another child. Kim Sangshik was also a family man that took on the job to protect his family and give them a good life. And I'm sure there wasn't just one "Jin Woo" in the world, sure he was the weakest but he certainly wasn't the only one with a motive to go hunting in order to protect others/earn money to survive.

There was this one line in the novel and probably the manwha too, were someone said that the people who were awakened were made to be hunters, that the hunters should be left alone because, well they are still morally good people who want to protect this world. And it showed in some places like, Jin Woo's morals, as well as the lack of retired hunters, because they still wished to protect.

So at the same time, the choice of not telling people about this new threat, about magic and about their powers, about giving them a chance to experiment magic for themselves without the external threaths of gates and monsters coming to kill them... it's the most illogical thing to do because. Well everyone is going to die either way!

I don't mean this in "Oh might as well die killing beasts and protecting people than dying of old age"

I mean this in "The literal moment Jin Woo had decided to stay on earth, he was dooming mankind to a whole new and far more powerful level of threat that we see both at the epilogue of SL and Solo Leveling Ragnarok." And instead of letting others take the action to protect, to also raise their status, to advance their technology with magic in ways other worlds didn't even do. He choose to take it up on himself to keep those things a secret for as much time as needed. It's as you say op, he did put everything on his shoulders when he didn't need to! He didn't! Jin woo put some back down! We are social species for a (Escusi my lenguage) fuking reason!!

And what would happen if he wasn't there? Solo Leveling Ragnarok.

But also, without the son, if Suho hadn't awaken his powers at the right time, or if Beru couldn't get there in time or if they didn't have the child in the first place. Then the entire world is just consumed silly by the beasts and the new villains of this world! All because Jin Woo didn't even say anything!

Woo Jin Chul and Cha Hae In could be blamed too, but like, to what extent? The one that had all the authority was Jin Woo, and if he didn't want the secret to spread then not even the Rulers could do anything about it. WJC and CHI had either the option of shutting up or facing Jin Woo's anger. So of course they would keep this a secret! It was obvious the moment Jin-Woo let them find out the power for themselves instead of opening up to them. (Or in the case of Hae In, let them find out after she had already been in a relationship with him. Which. Of all things to not say until way late into the relationship geez. That power imbalance is just cracked, and probably why many, including I, wanted to headcanon Jin Woo giving her some of her powers back so that she could at least find somewhat of a ground to stand on—)

... Opening up is also a harsh problem that this series ignores like the plague. And it's also very well fitted with the Trauma ™ that Jin Woo got in the first chapters of the story, halt, it was even before all of that.

Back to the first chapters, Jin Woo never talked to anyone about anything he was suffering through. He was on the constant brink of death time and time again, yet Ju-Hee pushed him to open up as to why he was doing this, and he never answered.

When the story advances, he is fully scared from the Double Dungeon which instigates even more of that fear of opening up to others. He doesn't tell his sister about the new power to level up, he doesn't tell Ju-Hee about him dying and being revived to life. He doesn't tell Jin Ho about the fact that he had to kill the Lizards or else his heart would stop. He doesn't talk to Baek Yoon Ho about the system when the man already knows (well, BYH also kept his mouth shut, which at that point felt pretty useless of him to find out if he wasn't going to do anything with it).

He didn't bring his past of hunting with his own mother, the reason why he was doing this. He also never told them about the return of his father and his eventual death. He told about the new threats of the monarchs at the very end, but forgot to mention that there would be dragons and monsters capable of wiping out entire civilizations, which is why they should listen to him and escape.

You know, it's funny but there was one time when Jin-Woo did open up about his troubles. And that was with his father, who in turn kept lying to him that everything would be fine despite his job being one of the most dangerous out there. At this point he wasn't just firefighter, he was a hunter.

Jin woo was around 14 to 15 years old when he was having a picnic with his father. Sung Ill Hwang wanted to spent more time with his son since Jin Woo was getting worried he wouldn't come back. Unfortunately for Jin Woo, the picnic was cut short when his father heard a dungeon had appeared in the amusement park and went to go take care of it.

The only one that didn't make it was Sung Ill Hwang.

So Jin Woo went back home alone, told his mother and sister about it. And Kyung-Hye in turn said that one day he will come back, instead of accepting his death like all others.

Then his mother went into a coma, leaving him as the sole protector of Jin Ah and herself.

This is all from the dossiers of the game btw, the author gave them the approval to release those stories, so I'm taking them as canon in this too because we don't get to see the ten years fully explored, and we probably won't see that ever, in even in Ragnarok.

I won't put the fault on anyone for Jin Woo's eternal struggle of never opening up, it's nice to see that everyone did the best they could to take care of him and love him. And the closure also just developed gradually to eat him whole before the series ever started. So it wasn't anyone's entire fault, they just lived through unfortunate circumstances. But nonetheless the fear of closure is still valid for Jin Woo.

And, I did lie, there is one other moment where he finally talks about his past to someone. Cha Hae In. Back at their date he also revealed the part were Jin Woo had lost his father back at the amusement park. Maybe because he opened up to Haein is why he didnt want to let go of her post rewind. She was the only one to have literally listened, not because others didn't but because she was the first to raise himself to a point where he wouldnt fear the outcome of —omg— talking his feelings out.

It's why I think this was the definitive point where Jin Woo just decided to close himself up to everyone. Seeing that his father wasn't going to keep his promise, then seeing that his mother was in an eternal coma. He had to basically "man up" at 14 or 15 something and loose all interest of having a stable life, a passion in his future, or any sort of interest, and instead do all it took to keep his last family safe. In the dossiers it was also explained how he took up a lot side jobs, as many as he could, just to pay the bills.

Of course this would have dawned on him, of course he would think he had to do everything from the very start. Of course he would have decided to shut up and do everything his own way because he didn't trust anyone to take the rest of the problems by themselves!

He didn't trust the S ranks, the hunters, the awakened ones, the freaking Rulers themselves because the world had been destroyed over and over again!

He didn't even trust himself when he had gained all the power of the Brightest Fragment, which is why he turned back time again and just started choosing what was best for them without anyone being there to tell him otherwise.

He really though that the only solution was for him to carry it all on his shoulders (AND DOES SL RAGNAROK SAY NO MF WE ARE IN THIS TOGUETHER AND I LOVE THEM FOR THIS. Not just Suho but legit spoilers: Jin ho, Hae In, Woo Jin Chul, The national hunters, everyone who remebers just wants to help Jin Woo and are ready to fight even outer gods in order to keep him safe I AM IN TEARS—)

I felt absolutely delighted, unhinged, almost crying when the side stories came out and gave Jin-Chul its memories back without Jin-Woo's interference. For once Jin-Woo didn't have something to do with the agency of another, and it was refreshing bro. I wished Jin-Chul had done a lot more, I wished Hae In had also done a lot more for Jin-Woo, fight alongside him or at least let him open up. Alas that would have been too much to ask to Sung "I want everyone to be normal except me bc idc about me" Jin Woo

I was bombastic when Jin Woo did reveal everything he knew about the end of the world to Jin Chul because it meant that he trusted him, (it meant that he was an important character hahaha) and when he came back with the memories of the past, it meant that at least something from the past WAS important and no matter how much he distanced himself from it, he couldn't so he had to face him. He had to face Jin-Chul again and it ended up being something good (in SLR) because he managed to at least have someone to talk about what happened during those 27 years.

For God's sake.

This is legit the best analogy for toxic masculinity of "man up", or just supresing feelings in general and the detrimental causes of a person. Sure Irl its not as bad, but to weight upon entire problems that could be helped through talking not only suffocates a person to do everything for the sake of others and ignore themselves. It also drives up the point that their suffering is the best option, that they should bleed out everything instead of everyone having little cuts on themselves that will heal with time.

It's why it sounded so logical to Jin woo to just revert back. Bc really, who tf cared about him and his problems? Who stood up to be on the same league of power as him so that Jin Woo could trust them with not being alone. In Jin Woo's eyes, no one was strong enough to carry all of that for him.

But they could have still carried at least some of it, they could have had time to carry all of that with him.

Yet he didn't trust that, he saw his father die from the power of the Rulers, he saw himself being at fault because now he was Ashborn, and Ashborn also did nothing to stop the deaths of all of them.

Once Ashborn fused itself with Jin Woo, he also became a Fragment, whose whole reason was to protect, no matter how hard the problems were. Ashborn fully took those matters seriously, as we see when he died despite all the other Rulers telling him the true face of his God.

And it's what's happening to Jin woo, he will die and sacrifice everything for the sake of keeping a safe world. It doesn't matter if he takes away people's agency to choose their own path. He is just doing "what's best for them".

#Oh god #Is this why i lile the fics where Jin woo is forced to open up about the system and all the trauma???#YES #JIN WOO GET SOME HEALING #IF YOUR AUTHOR CAN BREAK UNIVERSES SO CAN I SO LETS OPEN UP THAT WORD DOCUMENT AND FORCE TO HAVE AN HONEST TO GOD CONVERSATION ABOUT YOUR #FEELINGS #solo leveling manwha #solo leveling spoilers #sung jin woo #woo jin chul #cha hae in #character study #more like character examination tesis #in conclusion: this mf better stop someone stop him please #solo leveling

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Heya,

I really like all the ideas you have for the Quarry gang in different AUs, like the superpowers or lingering werewolf changes.

But if each one of them was a different mystical/paranormal creature in hiding, who do you think would be what? Like maybe Max and Laura would still be werewolves, but we could have a vampire, harpy, kelpie, mermaid etc.

Can either be classic monsters or mythological creatures in hiding.

Thanks for the awesome content!

HERE WE GO

I apologize for how long it took me to answer this I rly needed to think about it.

I wanted to stick with a kinda spooky theme for all of them while also picking things that I felt matched with their vibes but I'm so happy with these.

Almost all of these creatures murder people for fun but we're going Teen Wolf style where these funky kids are doing their best not to murder anyone because they don't want to, also they're in hiding.

Also turned this into a full-on story Au. Apparently I can't help myself.

👇 The Quarry counselors as mythical creatures in hiding 👇

Max&Laura

I love the idea of them still being werewolves. And I love the headcanon of them being a cryptid hunting duo even more and I think that's where they all meet in this universe. I say that like I have the ability to write a fanfic. I do not. But I'll obsess anyway.

They're both werewolves, though they look more furry than the game designs. Still big and freaky but not as gobliny

They get paid to investigate "mysterious deaths" typically caused by creatures posing as humans. They probably get paid by Travis who's just a human cop who knows that monsters exist and hide among humans and needs a way to get rid of them without seeming like a crazy person. They hunt down said creatures and that's how they meet the others.

They're all innocent but Laura and Max need to scope out their vibes before they can find the things actually repsonsible.

Emma

Emma was the first one I thought of because there's so many hot monster ladies who kill men and she just has that vibe to her, but also I was looking for a real specific energy for the love of my life.

Lamia in Greek mythology are half snake half women who eat kids. They also seduce men and convince them to give them their kids and then kill the men too. They're known to pose as performers to get attention and scope out vulnerable targets and lure them in with their ethereal beauty.

They're basically spicy land mermaids and that's on being hot. Though they're technically a type of demon. Like I said, hot.

Some stories pitch them to have mind control abilities as an alternative to seducing their victims. They can also straight up induce fear to make people leave them alone or just outright scare them to death.

They can shapeshift to change their size to be like an eight feet tall monster snake lady and also shed the snake skin to just be hot human ladies. They can see into the future and they practice witchcraft 😌🤌💕

Emma is just the local beautiful woman™. She definitely still has a YouTube channel or a Tiktok account and sometimes does her scarily accurate tarot card readings. She just lives her life doin whatever because it's pretty easy for her the hide. She travels a lot because she wants to see what the world has to offer but this makes her suspicious to the lil hunting duo who assume she's roaming around leaving bodies behind.

Laura and Max find her minding her own business. Maybe she did kill someone but if Emma was killing anyone, they definitely deserved it.

Abi

For Abi I almost went with something cutesy but I was also leaning towards something ghosty related because of how much contact she has with Eliza in the game. I just wanted her to be powerful but completely unaware of it, like it was something dormant she had to unlock and I actually had two that are basically the same thing but with very different aesthetics.

Banshees are fairy/spirit ladies who appear when you are close to death. If you can hear her wails it means someone you know is going to die or you're going to be in danger sometime soon.

Dullahan's are also fairies and are also omens of death but they're headless (lol) and ride around on horses holding their magic heads that can see massively long distances. Both are rad but I'm sticking with Banshee for now which is also a Teen Wolf thing.

She can disorient you with her scream and deafen you if you're close enough. Tinnitus all around. They also have visions of the future. (blygbank fortune teller duo)

Eventually she works out how to see and talk to ghosts but for most of her life she's just plagued with confusing dreams and gets weird feelings in certain places that later turn out to be haunted, and around certain people who end up dying shortly after.

Abi doesn't know about her powers she just thinks she has the worst luck. Every now and then, she'll go somewhere and she'll see someone get hit by a car or spontaneously have a heart attack. She aimlessly goes for walks and always ends up near where an ambulance is parked in front of someone's house or on the side of the road. Because she's always around the scenes of crimes, Laura and Max think she's their target but they eventually see that's not the case.

She's subconsciously using her powers and I think Laura and Max are the ones who tell her that she's a banshee when they realise that she's clueless and definitely not a serial murderer.

Ryan

For Ryan I was thinking along the lines of mythical creatures who kept to themselves/had some kind of camoflauge or shapeshifting abilities but most of them were tiny chaotic creatures or things that seduced humans to kill them and none of that matches up with Ryan

Then I read about djinn/jinn/genies and they seemed more like what I was looking for.👀

They're typically reclusive, only interacting with humans they deem to be wise/intelligent enough to offer their power to. They're antisocial and picky about their company just like our good good boy.

But more specifically I was thinking Ryan would be a half-djinn. Since Djinn are invisible, wispy beings with god-like powers associated with demons since they can possess humans. But their offspring pass as slender, pretty humans. Which is kinda boring but I think his eyes glow and he gets all these coloured tattoos all over him if he's in his djinn form 😌🤌

Their powers are limited to shapeshifting and psychic-like abilities where they can make humans hallucinate, experience false realities and basically just mess with their minds in general. They can also see into or interfere with humans dreams like Djinn. But Djinn cause sleep paralysis and try to possess sleeping humans.

But since Ryan canonically has one (or two depending on your hc) absent parents. It matches up with a human getting down with a potentially evil being and having a funky magic baby.

Ryan mainly uses his powers to avoid people. He's not out looking to make people go crazy by breaking their brains, he just doesn't want to be cornered into a conversation with an acquaintance when he's trying to do his grocery shopping. So he'll do some minor mind-fucking to make them forget they saw him.

It also makes it SUPER hard for Laura and Max to find him. The first time one of them try to approach him, he instinctively makes them forget him because he's too shy to talk to strangers and then they have to start from square one again. Then they come back and accuse him of messing with their brain and he gets nervous, so he messes with their brains again.

Djinn also have the silver weakness and can be killed or trapped inside anything made of silver. So there's something in common with Laura and Max. Also it's super funny to think about them trying to get proof that he's a djinn by using silver while trying to not touch it themselves.

Dylan

I really wanted something intelligence or music related for my sweet boy and as I was searching GUESS WHAT I LEARNT

Sirens! Were originally! depicted as half-BIRD MEN! Who hung out on big rocks in the middle of the ocean and sang or played music. The stories varied between them doing it to cause mischief and get sailors killed or lost at sea. Or singing to warn sailors travelling through fog that were was stuff to hit their boat on or that a storm was coming. Then later they added lady sirens (or stories with lady sirens got more popular) and stories of them exclusively trying to lure sailors in with their voices to kill them started up. Then they changed it to fish people, then some boring asshole decided that it was just female sirens who lured men to their death. Probably some lame ass who didn't want to be lured to his death by a hot man. But I'm not a coward so I'm going with the OG lore.

The idea of Dylan with wings does in fact, make me go feral. Maybe he just has wings or maybe he gets feathers on his arms and bird feet when he's not in human form but either way he's ethereal. He has super soft hair. Beautiful bird boy.

He uses his charm powers mostly for his own gain, occasionally to help his friends out. If he gets lonely he'll go somewhere and hum or whistle a song and people will immediately come over to him and talk to him 🥰 He makes music and anyone who hears it feels compelled to reach out to him in some way. He has used it to get money many times and he'll do it again. But he doesn't make people fall in love with him because that's where his morals kick in. He doesn't use his powers to kill people, he just likes the attention. Because you can't convince me that if Dylan had the ability to make people pay attention to him, he wouldn't abuse the hell out of it.

I imagine that creatures with mind control-esq abilities are immune to his charm and he gets real mopey about it. Not because he's run into a potentially dangerous creature but because he got rejected and he's not used to that.

I think he singles out Max and lures him in because he's smart and figured out Max and Laura were tracking him. Cue Laura going to save her bf and her and Dylan recreating that picture of the cat with the shit-eating grin surrounded by knives (Laura's holding the knives)

I have another similar one for Dylan but Sirens are more noteable so I went with that.

Kaitlyn

I wasn't sure about Kaitlyn. My only prerequisite was that it had to be dope. I wanted to find some way to make her a dragon then I remembered wyverns were a thing and I saw stars.

The difference between dragons and wyverns is that wyverns are smaller and bipedal. They still walk on their hands and feet but they have hand claws instead of four legs. Some of them breathe fire, others have some kind of poison smog breath or spit acid. I can see Kaitlyn's bite and claws being poison when she's not in human form.

She has three forms. A human form, a half wyvern lady form and a full on wyvern. They're smart and like collecting/hoarding things. They're independent but inquisitive and like learning about human things which works with their interest in mechanics and engineering 😌🤌

She minds her own business and rarely goes into creature mode. She's a human 99.9% of the time because she's a responsible, tax paying member of society who doesn't feel the need to randomly use her powers for any reason. But when she does use it you better make sure you're on her side because she'll whoop your ass.

I'm also obsessed with Kaitlyn and Dylan being winged buddies. I think they met from Dylan luring her in when he was bored and once it wore off, she decided he was funny and harmless enough to not immediately kill. Now they're besties, They have to be besties in every au, I don't make the rules.

Laura and Max are real careful with tracking her because they know how tough she is and I'm debating whether they even tried to do so or not. Kaitlyn could definitely immediately tell they're werewolves and vice versa. Their animal instincts clocked each other right away. I think Kaitlyn went to them to find out why they were following her and then probably helped them find the real culprits after she scares the shit out of them.

Nick

I wanted SOMEONE to be a water dwelling creature and I had good arguments for most of them. I almost made Ryan the merman but I eventually settled on Nick.

My final decision was ultimately based on Nick being an adorable Australian shark merman since Australians are all about the beautiful beaches and swimming and the coral reef and all that good stuff.

Specifically he's a tiger shark, they have stripes down their sides, they're a little stupid and they're entirely food motivated. Like they'll swim through disaster weather just on the off-chance they'll find dead things to eat when every other species of shark swims away from the area for safety.

There's a bunch of different stories about merfolk and what they're capable of in terms of shapeshifting but I'm going with the style where they can either have the half fish body or human legs whenever they want. They can live on land for as long as they want without it affecting them physically but they do feel an urge to be near water. Which is why I think Nick is a lifeguard in his spare time. He just has the vibe of those handsome, charming lifeguards.

There are stories about how merfolk would innocently try to take humans they liked to their underwater kingdoms, which resulted in the humans drowning or their lungs crushing from the sudden change in pressure because they swim down so fast. Which is so bimbo/himbo of them tbh but it makes sense they wouldn't know humans can't breathe in both air and water like they can. But that's why Nick's a lifeguard because he's well aware these humans are fragile and they need a lot of taking care of.

They can read minds which is how they talk underwater but Nick knows not to pry. He's polite. Living on land gave him human etiquette.

He has a set of human teeth and a set of pointy shark teeth that he can retract and he's real strong. Similar to the werewolves, he can smell blood and it can potentially send him into a bit of a frenzy if he's hungry or you just catch him on a bad day mentally. Luckily he's a generally happy boy and doesn't have a lot of bad days but when he has a bad day, it's a real bad day. (Future cryptid friend group HC is that Dylan or Emma have to calm him down by charming him before he goes rabid and tried to eat someone. Same with the werewolves.)

Laura and Max absolutely hate this job because it's entirely water based. The dude is constantly in and out of water and covered in water. In the end, Max literally just walks up to Nick and chats to him about the weird deaths in the area and Nick is SO friendly and helpful and after half a conversation with him they know he's not the culprit but they DO wanna hang out with him.

Jacob

I was at a loss for Jacob, I truly just had no idea he could be. We don't have any info about his family dynamics or his interests that could spawn some train of inspiration in my head like the others do and this was sixty percent of the reason it took me so long to write this.

He has a similar energy to Abi where he just doesn't know what's going on most of the time so I played off that. Eventually I decided on him being a mythical creature by proxy. As in, he's possessed by something that turns him into a monster.

Y'all heard of a show called Teen Wolf?/sarcasm

There's a being called the Kanima which is a South American myth that involves a shapeshifter in the form of a were-jaguar. It's known as a demonic spirit that brings misfortune to everyone it's near. If you're out in the woods and you keep experiencing bad luck; tripping, stuff from trees falling on you, getting attacked by animals, it's a sign that the Kanima is after you.

It has the power to posses humans or animals and it's stare can drive the recipient insane. They have a paralyzing poisonIt can't fully suppress the consciousness of the one they're possessing unless they're asleep or knocked out. The spirit is only released if the one they're possessing dies and I think this is the final chapter in this little cryptid hunting story.

Jacob went out for a walk one day, was even more unlucky than usual and didn't come home. Kaitlyn and him are definitely still friends in this universe and she started getting concerned/suspicious when Jacob popped up the next morning acting like he didn't know what happened the previous night.

Her instincts are telling her something's wrong, she calls Laura and Max and they also can't do anything. When the Kanima reveals itself they can't get close to it because if the stare and the poison. Not only that, everything goes wrong, their car breaks down, they hurt themselves in ridiculous ways, all because of the Kanima. Kaitlyn can fight him but her poison doesn't work on him and the stare would make her go crazy.

They end up calling all their new friends to see if any of them can help. Abi's new to this, she might be able to help but she's not ready for combat. Nicks strong enough to fight it and would love to help but one look from the Kanima would make Nick go into a frenzy. Dylan could pacify and lure him in but he absolutely does not want to get close to it because he'd get messed up by the poison and the stare.

At the end of the day Emma and Ryan are also demon-esq and they're the only ones immune to the poison and insanity stare. Emma pacifys him while Ryan roots around in his mind to essentially disable the Kanima so it can't take control of Jacob anymore.

Now Jacob just has the strength and speed of the Kanima. In Teen Wolf it's like a gross lizard thing but when I look up were-jaguars, they're just these big ol' hell-demon-cats so that's what he can turn into because that's sick. Parkour time for this lad.

#The Quarry #the quarry headcanons #tq hcs #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #abigail blyg #kaitlyn ka #laura kearney #travis hackett #max brinly #jacob custos #nick fucillo #ask #anon #this was very fun #im absolutely in this world now #the art is all from various wikia and Wikipedia pages

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sootyships · 2 months

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lily and hyacinth for the s/i ask game!

-flirtypidge

lily ✦ do you try to fit your s/i into canon, or do you just do whatever you'd like with them?

100% tryna fit the s/i in canon, it's kinda important to me XD tho for the purposes of getting more freedom, I do tend to prefer for them to eventually pull into the orbit of the canon rather than be in the middle of it!

hyacinth ✦ how did your s/i meet your f/o(s)?

most tend to start off with kinda chance meetings, ish!

gi is family with one of the "mauldalorian" leaders (rook kast), and gets asked to come over to repair a broken computer, basically, bc they're techy. and gi is kinda nosy so when they run into savage they're kinda like yo u guys should know mando'a if u wanna be mando'ade it's kinda a thing! (incidentally it does seem that maul learned at least the alphabet canonically!) savage's first reaction to gi is confusion but also some curiosity, the poor bitch has never run into a nonbinary person before in his life, and gi is chatty in a mundane way that just puts savage's mind at ease, as it turns out.

vinnie was road tripping to visit gem ruins & beach city bc they wanted to get to know their heritage bc their mom was also a gem! they just didn't have any gems or ppl who rly even knew anything abt gems around them growing up, so they're finding out now. they decide to stay around beach city for a while to get to know more abt all these real living gems! and vinnie/jasper kinda just happens :')

and mikitta/mayhem as we know gets recruited as an avenger at the end of aou and since vision spared ultron as a potato, in ca:cw mikitta/mayhem decide that better grab potato ultron just in case tony gets compelled to hand him over or smth, mikitta is not inclined to trust the us govt or any us govt adjacent entities and ultron with each other, considering just.... everything. ultron being ultron, the "shield turned out to be teeming with hydra agents" thing, the sokovia accords being sus af, just bad vibes all around. completely unrelatedly to anything mayhem (the symbiote) is curious about ultron anyways. and ultron does find maykitta to be tolerable as far as avengers go :') they grow kinda attached to each other while on the run, but it still takes a whiiiile (...10 years????? hopy shit. well 5 from mikitta's pov cuz the snap) for a romance to bloom 🌹

(ends up muttering smth abt how it's insteresting 2 me how different all these 3 ships r tbh like savagi is very... there's this kinda mellow love btwn them. and jasper and vinnie kinda smash into each other to feel better abt themselves tbh :''') they're not bad for each other, but they are kinda being mutually selfish, even if they're tryyyiiinnggg to take each other into account. it's kinda why their fusion is Like That too, lol. (She has some similarities with Sugilite, but they're a bit more chill anyways.) And Ultimate Mayhem is, uh. intense? even if they're kinda slow burn and they might "settle down", they, hm. Grow into each other like vines. Or smth.)

#ask meme #ultimate mayhem #savalorian au #serpentineverse

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been a long time since I've felt like I HAD to write something, but I rly connected with Nessa's playthrough and I'm still kinda reeling even tho I knew what was coming. so, there's this, taking place immediately after the end of the main game. hopefully the formatting isn't fucked bc I'm on my phone and not using the app, but we'll see

They had won. It seemed an impossibility, yet here they were, celebration reaching all corners of Skyhold. She was happy, thrilled even, that Corypheus was gone, that the sky was mended, that she and her friends were no longer at risk.

The impromptu party Josephine had thrown was great fun.

Still, she felt hollow. He should be here.

When she slept that night, she expected to find him in the Fade. He had promised that all would be made clear. Instead, she fought Corypheus again. Instead, he left her again. Instead, she saw herself without her Vallaslin. Despite everything, she was relieved when she woke and saw the familiar markings on her face.

She knew she needed to remain strong, to not let her people see how torn she was, but it was hard. She kept remembering holding his hand, the simple joy she'd felt, the sense that he was finally acknowledging their relationship in truth. Instead, it had been the start of the end. A thin comfort before the storm.

Things had faded since that conversation, as though she was observing her life at a remove. She tried to hide it. She thought she had managed.

"Inquisitor, a word?" She was on the battlements, looking at the mountains, distracted enough that she hadn't heard Leliana approach.

"Of course. What is it?"

"I do not mean to be untoward, but…" She was confused as Leliana approached her, stunned as the other woman's arms wrapped around her. "Those who care about you can see your suffering. I am so sorry, my lady."

Nessa hesitated, momentarily uncertain, before returning the embrace. No one touched her casually - first, she had been seen as a criminal; next, touched by Andraste. Finally, she had become the Inquisitor. People don't just hug the leader of the Inquisition.

She hadn't realized how much she'd missed it until she realized she was crying, uncertain how much was despair and how much was relief. Leliana still did not pull away.

"I loved him. I- I don't know why he left." The words were pressed against Leliana's shoulder, thin and private, still catching in her throat. The tears were hot on her face.

"Nor I. I wish I could have found him for you."

"He does not wish it." These words were even smaller, as though to say it risked making it real. But she knew it was real. It was all real - the love and the pain. The hollow he'd left behind. Finally she pulled away, wiping her face, certain she looked a mess. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to…" She gestured weakly at her face, her tears. Leliana's smile was soft, warm. So genuine it took Nessa by surprise.

"Think nothing of it, my lady. My friend. You may lead the armies of the faithful, you may have sealed the Breach, but you are still a person. Those who care about you have not forgotten this."

Gratitude swelled in her as she turned back to the mountains, letting the cold breeze hit her tears and chill her. A sensation stronger than her grief, at least for the moment. "We walked together, the night before we faced Corypheus. I haven't told anyone…" Leliana came to stand by her side, also looking out at the mountains. Trying to make this moment easier for Nessa, she knew. "He told me about the Vallaslin, our markings. Corypheus spoke of it, too." She took a deep breath - this pained her as much as his flight. "They are the marks of a slave." Leliana, so often calm and in control, gasped and turned to stare at her. Nessa continued to look out. She needed to say it. "Long ago, owners used the Vallaslin to mark their slaves. They do represent our Gods, but… they are not as the Dalish thought."

"That's… that's horrible, I had no idea. Solas told you this?" Nessa nodded, new tears hot in her eyes but cold as they slipped down her cheeks.

"He offered to remove mine. But, I couldn't… no matter what they were, what they meant, they have meaning to my People now. It was an honor to receive my Vallaslin. He accepted my answer, he seemed to respect it, but…" Leliana put a gentle hand on her shoulder, a small touch that grounded her, helped her finish the thought that she hadn't dared articulate even to herself. "... what if it is why he left? What if he couldn't stand knowing I kept myself marked as a slave? What if he couldn't understand that it meant something to me as a Dalish, regardless of what it had meant in Arlathan?"

"My lady… I cannot speak for him, he always has been a mystery, but one thing I will say: he has never seemed to say something he does not mean. I do not think his acceptance of your decision a lie, although I can no more explain his flight than can you." It was a comfort to hear, because the words rang true. He was not one to lie - to avoid answering questions, certainly, but not to make his answers explicit lies. It helped, a little, to be reminded of this.

"I know he wanted the orb preserved. I saw that he mourned its destruction. But he left me before the fight, before it had been broken… I know it hurt him, that much was obvious." She shook her head, armor jangling slightly. She used to wear leathers. After their conversation she had switched to scalemail. She was still getting used to the sound, the weight of it, but the difference helped keep her in the moment. "He said all would be clear after the battle. Perhaps, at the time, he meant it. But nothing is clear." She finally turned to look at Leliana. The other woman had changed so much… when they'd first met, Nessa had been more than a little afraid of her. More afraid of her than of Cassandra, even. The longer they'd worked together the more she'd grown to trust her, although Leliana's willingness to go so far still scared her somewhat. But now the other woman had… softened. She'd found herself again. She still did what was needed, but no longer sought violence as a means in and of itself. "Except that I belong here, with all of you. Thank you for coming here, for listening. It means… more than I can say." Leliana's smile was so warm.

"You did the same for me, my friend." So simple, but the second time she'd called Nessa friend. A warm sentiment, a balm on the raw edges of her pain and grief. Leliana left her to her solitude, but she felt lighter. Her grief would keep, she knew, but she still had her Clan, still had her Vallaslin, and she still had her… family, here. She would live despite her grief. She would live. And in time, she would thrive.

For now, she left the mountains to their solitude and went back to the main hall. She no longer wanted to be alone.

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you said you wanted my thoughts so you're now my unwitting subject of gushing about this amazing manga!!

one aspect im really enjoying is playing with the "secret identities" within the love square!! like all the combos of meeting up between hana(e) and (shuu)mei

my fave so far has been the fake dating chapters between mei and yuuma :3 literally so cute. its like 4 tropes in one couple!! plus the contrast between the badass mei and the shy (but still dependable) hana(e) is adorable!!!

something i've noticed thaat i really enjoy is that hana(e) whille in "girl mode", does a complete personality 180, while mei seems to basically act the same no matter how she looks, simply just more smiley around hana , and i find that contrast really cute! its like hana is hana(e)'s "true" self, or at least the self she wants to be, whereas (shuu)mei is able to be himself no matter what she looks like .. or at least thats the way i've been analysing it

i'd love to hear your thoughts about the two's personalities in "boy mode" versus "girl mode" <- speaking simply about their presentation

!!! GLAD TO HEAR ANON this is gonna be quite long my apologies

the fake dating chapters were SO cute i get it!!! yuuma standing up for them even if he'd probably get his ass beat afterwards was everything to me. and mei tossing them back into the river msdkgjhjkthksjdgdh her approval of him at that time was so cute too wagh. i think my personal fav set of chapters were the horror movie date and and the mei reveal to yuzuru!! i love shuumei and yuzurus bond so much, its not often i see a deep platonic friendship like that portrayed without it turning into "oh its bc ive had feelings for u the whole time" kind of thing yknow. also terrified mei is just the cutest thing in the world to me i love him!! shes having an awful time!! hana i understand

hana definitely does do a complete flip in personality and becomes more outgoing and comfortable around people as a girl and its rly sweet, presenting as a girl does so much for her and the person he's always wanted to be like i wish her only the best. love how supportive hiyoko's been going so far as to let him keep her girl clothes in her closet djkgsjkgsdh both little sibling charas mean the world to me actually

mei on the other hand definitely isnt much different from his usual shuumei persona other than maybe less rough in line with the "girl" image (though i adore when she starts going beast mode also. i love u mei) and even if at first he only started to become mei in order to get to know hana it seems shes started to enjoy herself in general and its super neat to me. i think about the mei and pride bonus chapter every day of my life its ok girl you can have fun. free yourself!!

though the few interactions between yuuma-mei and shuumei-hana r also super sweet, seeing them let a bit of their hana and mei tendencies slip during those times is super cute i absolutely cannot wait for them to figure it out/reveal themselves at some point :'] also this parallel in particular super funny to me you can really see the yuuma behind hana and shuumei under mei. silly guys

also especially liked the shuumei gang hostage chapter mdskgjdksghj girl went in more excited to investigate paranormal activity forgetting the initial goal then really just walked in and asked to pick him up from an entire gang of violent punks. and actually did. iconic. and shuumei the wet cat ever kjsdgkgdshkj she was rly cute in that chapter he just wants hana to hear him out :']]] lil guys ever

#this got a bit long i am so sorry gdhkjsdhjkhgjds #btw if u want i can give u a specific anon tag to keep track!! in case u have any more thoughts i would LOVE to hear it this made my mornin #asks #anonymous #nekuyan

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AN: so everyone voted on god au from the poll earlier, here's an early preview ! it's meant to be one big oneshot, and the premise is that they're all gods of a certain domain ! this is a very big brain oneshot and i'm really taking my time writing it, so hope this is enough to tide y'all over for now ! feel free to ask questions bc im rly excited abt this au !!!

pairing: dahyo god au wc: 1858

Jihyo finds the shrine at the base of the mountain, among the trees that make up the great forest that surround the earth.

If it can be called a shrine.

All it is, is a small set of rocks piled up to around knee height, by the base of an easily missed oak tree. There are a great many bushes that surround the clearing it is in, barely stretching up to ten feet. Moss has formed over its stones, blending it into the grass around it, making it almost impossible to see.

It would have avoided her attention, were it not for the barest bit of divinity faintly emanating from the rocks.

Pitiful, is what it is.

Shrines, temples, churches, they should be significant, great, and larger than life. Humans use them as places of worship, after all. Offerings, rituals, masses should have hallowed grounds worthy enough for their presence. The greater the god, the greater the place of worship. Or maybe it’s the other way around?

Granted, it isn’t like gods have any control over whatever places of worship are erected in their names, but it is an indicator of the quality of worship they receive, which is very important to deities seeking any chance of ascension. And these days, it’s all anyone’s looking for, a chance at the hallowed seats of the heavens above.

This, however, is just tragic.

Jihyo crouches down by the stones, hand reaching out to feel the shrine.

What kind of god lives here? She seeks that answer, closing her eyes and feeling out their power.

Miniscule as it is, divinity is present. But its identity, its meaning, its purpose…it’s not even recognizable.

But she gets images. Feelings. Sensations.

The taste of your favorite food from childhood, and the flashes of simpler times that come with it.

The childhood stuffed toy you once cherished, now given away to provide comfort to others.

The scent of your grandmother's cooking, and the memories of the time you spent with her.

Jihyo opens her eyes.

Gods always provoke some sort of feeling from others, indications and symbols of the domain they held precedence over. It’s how each of them identify one another. A god can always tell the presence, and usually domain, of another through the emotions that are evoked.

Trivial, is what they are.

Things of barely any consequence, no ramifications in the grander scheme of the world, no importance whatsoever to one’s daily life. They’re human sensations, but Jihyo feels them in full force. Even then, they seem pointless to her.

But it does elicit from her a sense of…nostalgia, she supposes.

What an odd feeling to instill in others.

“Oh!”

Jihyo turns from where she’s crouched on the ground, to see a woman standing a ways away from her, by the edge of the small clearing the shrine is in.

“Are you offering too?”

The woman is wearing a simple traveler’s cloak, standing at just a bit taller than Jihyo. What little Jihyo can see of her face, half-obscured by the hood over her head, is pale skin, faint wrinkles, and thin lips.

A wry smile comes onto Jihyo’s face.

“Not quite.” With a cock of her head, the woman steps forward, closer to Jihyo. In her hands is a small bound book, clutched to her chest. Her form is slightly slouched, a certain lackadaisical nature about her.

“That’s quite alright. At least she’s getting visitors.”

The woman walks closer, until she’s right next to Jihyo, crouching downwards as she places the book by the shrine. The action grabs Jihyo’s attention. So, this goddess does have worshippers. It wouldn’t have been surprising to her if this woman was one of the only worshippers this god had, if not the only.

“Whose shrine is this?” The question should be rather scathing. After all, gods are rather territorial with their holy grounds. The goddess of the mountain shouldn’t be taking too kindly to another god’s shrine being placed right at the boundary of her land.

Instead, it’s more curious than anything. Jihyo’s never been too keen on antagonizing other gods, after all. Much less their worshippers.

The woman hums, putting her hands together in silent prayer.

Jihyo lets her, sitting quietly as the woman prays. This close to her, she gets a glimpse of the upper half of her face, soft and elderly features lightly scrunched together in focus. The respect this woman has for this goddess…it’s admirable. Maybe there’s more to this god than Jihyo initially thought.

She opens her eyes, turning to Jihyo’s direction.

“She doesn’t have a name.”

Jihyo raises an eyebrow. A goddess without a name? No wonder this is how her shrine looks like. How can she be properly worshipped with no name for humans to call?

“Who worships her?”

A wistful smile comes onto the woman’s face, eyes fixed on the shrine. It’s the sort of wistfulness that can only be seen in those that have lost something, or someone.

“It’s just me now.”

The pity washes over Jihyo. To be forgotten is the worst fate for any god.

“But…I think she wouldn’t have it any other way.” There’s amusement in the woman’s voice, a chuckle on the tip of her tongue.

“What do you mean?

The woman takes out what looks to be a rag, torn at the edges and slightly dirty, and begins to wipe at the stones, smile never straying from her face. She drags the rag over the mossy parts of the stone, taking out most of the dirt. The care with which she cleans only uplifts her in Jihyo’s vision.

“You see, that’s her domain.”

A warm, cozy feeling fills Jihyo’s chest. It’s nostalgia, sentiment, reminiscence.

“She is the goddess of lost things. Of forgotten songs. Of old memories.”

A goddess of lost things with no name.

Jihyo has never heard of her before. But then, gods can rise from the deepest and darkest parts of the human consciousness. The shrine makes sense now. So does her single follower. To be a goddess of lost things…what would you be able to do for your worshippers?

“I see…her boons must be substantial for you to still pray and offer to her.”

The woman shakes her head.

“She doesn’t grant me any boons.”

Jihyo frowns. “Then why do you worship her?”

Surely, there must be some reason as to why this woman worships a goddess who, by all means, should have been forgotten already? Otherwise, what would be the purpose of her visit? This forest is vast, easy to get lost in, and the journey here is treacherous, with creatures of all sorts wandering its dark corners. It’s part of the reason why the worshippers of the mountain goddess that brave the trek to her temple at the peak are renowned for their devotion.

And yet this woman, as elderly as she is, has endured a grueling journey just to pray to a goddess with no name.

“I have seen…many things in my life.”

The woman sighs, and years weigh upon her, a gentle ache to her bones that even Jihyo can feel.

“I have forgotten twice as much as I’ve seen.”

And yet that weight upon her shoulders seems to give her an air of freedom that Jihyo’s only ever seen on the most free-spirited of children.

“The goddess…she reminds me of the things that I’ve forgotten.”

The elderly woman shrugs, a light-hearted laugh coming to her easily.

“That’s all I need to worship her, really.”

Then, she looks at Jihyo as she smiles, full and free.

“It’s also because I don’t want her to be lonely.”

Jihyo notes her smile, wrinkles curling up in her cheeks, crow’s feet glinting in the light of the midday sun, and teeth shining as if she knows something Jihyo doesn’t.

She turns her attention back to the stone shrine, a symbol of things that have been lost to time, space, and memory.

Humans are fickle creatures, she thinks. Her understanding of them will never truly be complete, they’re too unique in their individuality to actually form a concrete definition that captures all of their traits.

The gods are an example of this. They only exist due to the worship of humans, after all. It could be said that the gods are human nature at its finest, and their inclination towards assigning a sense of divinity to the most mundane of things, regardless of how meaningless they are towards human survival.

Like lost things. Like forgotten songs. Like old memories.

“You…what is your name?”

The woman turns to her, and despite her age, Jihyo can see her as sprightful as a child, whimsical joy in her smile as she prays to a goddess that embodies human nature at its finest.

“My name is Dahyun.”

Dahyun. Jihyo tests the name on her tongue. It’s nice.

“Have a safe journey home, Dahyun.”

Dahyun bows her head. Jihyo stands, somewhat contented with the answers she’s received.

“And what’s your name, kind stranger?”

She pauses, just at the edge of the clearing. Her gaze turns skyward, to the peak of the mountain that lays just next to them. Then, she smiles at Dahyun.

“My name is Jihyo.”

The recognition in Dahyun’s eyes is the last thing Jihyo sees before her presence fades, returning to the temple at the peak of the mountain.

The temple of the mountain goddess.

The temple of the goddess of limitless potential, of unending potential, of remarkable talent.

Jihyo’s temple.

There, she watches as her worshippers pray to her, abstaining from food and drink for hours on end, offerings stacking up in piles of gold and jewelry, rituals that echo from the top of the mountain all the way down to its base. As the goddess of the mountain, she should be satisfied with these things that are granted to her, her domain powerful and all-encompassing.

And yet, all she can think of is an elderly woman who offered a book, prayed silently for nary but a moment, and cleaned a shrine.

Jihyo grants Dahyun safe passage through the forest, through her domain, and back to her home. All for her resolve, for her devotion to that which is lost.

At the end of it, by the edge of the forest, still miles away from the nearest civilization but well out of danger’s way, she sees Dahyun stop by one of her shrines at the edge of the forest, the beginning of the path where devotees to Jihyo’s name begin their pilgrimage to the top of the mountain.

Dahyun prays, and Jihyo hears.

“Thank you for keeping this old woman company, my Lady. I have nothing to offer but my gratitude and a little upkeep.”

With that, Dahyun takes out her small, dirty rag, and begins to wipe the accumulated grime and muck off of Jihyo’s shrine, a bronze statue of her figure atop a mountain.

It’s the best offering she’s received today.

Once she’s finished, Dahyun tucks away her rag, bows once more, and begins the long and arduous trek home.

It is the first and the last time Jihyo sees Dahyun.

At least, for this lifetime.

#god au #twice fic #twice fanfic #dahyun x jhyo #dahyo

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