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I have a scenario, what if one night y/n Vee and veteran (I know he's not your OC but I Also find him interesting lol.^^) were walking back to base and then y/n stops as They feel the effects of a TV mimic and before any of them could react a friendly mimic wound up fighting the TV mimic off. What would happen? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. This was just something that popped into my head lol.

During late patrols, they were more likely to come out. When you used to wonder the wilds of the city and the surrounding landscapes, you would swear you would hear sounds and such crawling around your hiding places...and maybe you had a good reason to fear the units at the time. You were unaware of these creatures and what they could do to you...maybe you were just one of the lucky ones? It was hard to say. You could've dealt with robots with objects for heads and singing evil toilets that pushed your kind to near extinction...but you weren't ready for them. Mimics. Your first encounter with said mimics was harrowing. Gnashing teeth and unhinged jaws that shared the appearance of your allies...with desires to devour every bit of your flesh. However...not all of them seemed to be out for blood. Your loyal companion, whom you have yet to name, was walking by your side. As well as two of your closest friends, Veteran and Vee. Why were you all on late patrol? Well, a nearby radio beacon in the city got damaged in a scuffle with some skibidi units and they needed it repaired asap. Problem is, that radio tower was in the heart of what the units call "mimic territory". Sending you in here by yourself would be like sending a lamb into a lion's den....but they needed you because damaged signals give out a bothersome electric field. Causing discomfort and irritation to the units, however you merely would just suffer frizzy hair and a tingling feeling. That's why Vee and Vet were accompanying you. Your buddy mimic forcibly came along whether the other two wanted it to or not. It viewed you as a pack member and where you went, it followed. It just made you feel safer, despite the units chagrin. The ability for your mimic buddy to sleuth out an imposter has saved you multiple times and you find yourself unable to ever doubt your buddy. However, the moving darkness of the dead city would never get less eerie to you. Even amongst your most trusted companions. Suddenly, as you all were walking down an abandoned highway back to the meeting point...the hair on your neck suddenly stands up. Your discomfort suddenly becomes credible as your buddy mimic sharpens it's claws and growls at something the darkness threateningly. It was never wrong when it came to detecting mimics, so Vee unsheathed his knives and Vet pulled out his gun. Despite the protection, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was around...coming closer. You suddenly find yourself shivering, despite it being lukewarm just a few moments ago. The shadows of the buildings then become distorted, changing into large unnatural shapes and creatures looming over your small group. Darkness creeps in and the full moon and stars vanish from view. You hear mutterings and incomprehensible pleads for help coming from the darkness. Instinctively, you suddenly grasp onto Vee's coat for purchase, who has now taken notice of your sudden terror-stricken face.

Vee grasps you and pulls you close to his form, he's speaking, but you're unresponsive. You're terrified. What used to be Vee's face is now a garble of moving shards leaking a purple fluid and with human eyes staring back into yours. The Veteran then shouts something and your buddy mimic is seen darting off just off to the side. For a moment, the visions halt and you almost seem to come out of it as an ear piercing digital screech breaks the night silence. Finally, your haze clears just enough to see your buddy mimic biting on the arm of...something. A TV lookalike, nearly invisible halfway down their torso which was now getting coated in blood from your mimic's bite. The TV was split open, like a horrendous venus flytrap, revealing large metal fangs and dual jaws waiting on the inside. It's arms, too long. It's legs, crooked and disjointed. Like a demented experiment on a TV unit went horribly awry. Vee and the Veteran recognize the high level threat immediately and the veteran instructs Vee to get you out of there. You couldn't even muster up the urge to speak, as you feel like your throat is closing up on you as the beast nearby grapples with your buddy mimic. Ripping, tearing, gnashing...the sounds...oh fuck the SOUNDS! Vee merely nods and you only have time to call out to your buddy mimic before you're whisked away in a cloud of black smoke. The moment you and Vee appear in the heart of the medical facility at the base, you were swarmed with concerned medics and the lead doctor, Doc. Who took notice of your drained complexion and dazed look. You could only remember holding onto them for dear life as you're transported to the medical bay for evaluation, images of that horrible creature following you all the way into your dreams as you did so. Vee never left your side that night until you were given the all clear.

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june-again · 9 months

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CHILUMI: # a chasmic mistake.

CHAPTER IV: envy.

chapter summary. in which Lumine has a nightmare, and discovers the source of her abrupt romanticism. in which tension builds and Childe is told a very personal bedtime story.

wc. 4.2k. genre. enemies to lovers, action/adventure.

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In her dreams, Lumine had been reunited with Aether.

He was shrouded dark, haunting Abyss fog, a dark look in his eyes. They were in a dark ruin similar to the one she had last seen him in, but this time by her side was, of all people, Childe. In this dream, she understood that she had been travelling with Childe for some time. She had been to Snezhnaya with him, had seen wonders of the world with him, and had risked her life for him. And he, evidently, had helped her find her brother.

But in the haze of the dream the only thing she was sure of was that Aether did not want to return to her. She also knew from that look in his eyes that it was because of Childe.

“You’ve chosen the wrong side,” he seemed to say, and the Abyss Heralds on either side of him shrieked piercingly enough to shatter glass.

Waking firstly brought with it an ache in Lumine’s chest, feeling the scalding look from her twin upon herself and Childe from her dream. Secondly, she became conscious of the heavy warmth over her shoulders, where the Harbinger’s coat was still draped. Thirdly, she found that her chest was aching more now that a final realization had come over her.

Childe was gone.

She did not know how she knew this, since it was still so dark that such a conclusion could not be drawn by sight alone. Nor did or know it by scent or warmth, because wearing his coat shrouded evidence of his presence. It was a strange, frantic feeling in the front of her mind, in her throat, and in her chest.

Indeed, he was gone, she was quite sure. Logic stated that there was no audible sign of breathing other than her own. She reached out her arm to where she remembered him being as they fell asleep, but her hand could only reach cold air and rock wall.

Trying to shake off the initial fear of this, Lumine put her arms through the sleeves of the coat and fumbled with one of the clasps so that its oversizedness would not cause it to slip off of her. Again she was aware of its breezy, boyish smell. This time it did not put her off, but rather it comforted her. Thinking about it any further would change her mind on the matter, though. She set forth on the way down the ravine towards the purple-ish glow she had noticed before, using her hand on the wall as a guide forward.

Lumine was not sure why she was feeling this way. He was Fatui. He was disgusting. He was evil.

She recalled something he had asked her, right before they’d fallen further into this hell hole. “How many innocent soldiers have you bruised and broken simply because they opposed you?” he’d asked her.

Perhaps she wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, but he had made an interesting point about how the order in which she had met those of the world would have affected her political alignment in this world. Certainly she wanted peace as much as anyone, but at the same time, she felt restless in it. This was one of the reasons she travelled the stars and the multiverse; this was her nature, to never sit still and never be comfortable.

It was true that Childe lived the same kind of life. It seemed that sometimes his actions were based upon instructions from the Cryo Archon, but other times they seemed to be of his own volition. He didn’t like to be used and blindsided, much like her.

Lumine rounded the corner, and now she could just barely hear the sound of distorted speech and scuffling shoes on gravel somewhere in the expanse of the violet rocks jutting out beneath the overturned tower ruins. There was enough light as she stepped out of the tunnel that she could see the steps before her. She welcomed the ability’s return and swore she’d never take it for granted again. It had been too long since she last ran and so she embraced the opportunity as she passed crumbling stone pillars and small clouds of black smoke. She was drawing closer to the sound of battle, and where battle was, she anticipated Childe to be too.

Wicked laughter from a Hydrogunner alerted her of the affair’s specifics, and she hastened to its source. She saw no camp, but only a stunned Pyroslinger lying on the ground of a path, and a Hydrogunner firing at, to her slight relief, a jacketless, jaded Harbinger. The Fatui Skirmisher either did not understand that he was ruthlessly attacking one of the near-omnipotent Harbingers, or he didn’t care. He clearly wasn’t holding back, in either case. Childe, on the other hand, was dodging more than Lumine had ever seen him do, and he seemed to be quite out of breath. He fired the occasional arrow, seeming only to be barely holding on as he kept to the ridge just above the path through the stalagmites.

Lumine realized that the Hydro shield was preventing him from making any progress. His vision was rendered useless in this duel. He might have used his Electro Delusion, but with his strength as diminished as it was, Lumine knew that wasn’t an option.

Lumine pushed up the right sleeve of the jacket up her arm, which had been hanging obtrusively due to its oversizedness. Then, she wasted no time in drawing her sword, summoning an Anemo tornado, and blasting it in the skirmisher’s direction. As the Hydrogunner took the hits, she finished him off with a Palm Vortex and a few slashes of her blade.

“Thank you, comrade!” Childe hopped from the ledge and hesitated, giving her a strange look as she gave the Skirmisher a rather spiteful blow across the mask with a swing of her heel. He stared at her, catching his breath, for several seconds before Lumine finally called him out for it.

“The hell you looking at, Harbinger?” she demanded, approaching him. With some effort she tore her eyes away from him. She had not seen him without his jacket before, nor ever nearly this disheveled. The shirt he wore was clinging to his torso, dampened by sweat, and he wore several belts across his midsection that were rather flattering to his figure. From under his collar peeked a chain of a necklace whose charm was hidden beneath the shirt. His hair, ruffled out of its usual place, had a few stray strands clinging to his glistening forehead.

“My… coat,” he said, and a smile finally reached his face. “You’re still wearing it.”

“Well, you’re the one that put it on me.”

“I know. But I certainly did not expect you to keep it on when you woke up, nor did I put your hands through the arms and clasp the front.”

Lumine fiddled with her sword, attempting to resume a natural composure. “Okay… and?”

“And? You look dazzling, comrade. You’re adorable in it.”

Lumine felt her ears catch fire and she quickly put her hands to the scarf’s tie to undo it so that she could return the jacket to him—and so that he would have no more opportunity to say such a thing. But Childe placed his hand over hers, stopping her.

“Ah—” he said, “you should keep it; I have a high tolerance for the cave chill.”

Lumine found herself to be frozen, only able to think about how much bigger his hand was than hers. The fear she had felt earlier about his absence was now replaced by comfort and significant gratification with his hand on her shoulder. And, well, she couldn’t argue with him, especially because she didn’t want to take off the coat.

He noticed her gaze and apologized with a brief smile, smoothing out some wrinkles in the scarf as if that’s what he was doing all along. His eyes were slightly wide, and averted.

“Why did you leave me?” she asked him, rather accusatively. When he didn’t respond, she continued. “You left me in the ravine. I could have stumbled back into the mud and died. I didn’t know whether you were going to come back.”

He gathered his brows. “I couldn’t sleep.” He looked up at her from under his lashes and tilted his head, looking no different than a pleading puppy. “I didn’t mean to go far..”

Lumine could feel her mouth form a pout as she held back a sudden surge of despair. “Don’t do that again, Harbinger.”

“I’m really sorry, traveler.” His voice was so soft, so genuine, that it was making her chest ache all over again. It was both an unwelcome and desperately needed sound. “I meant to come back in time for you to wake up, so that I could give you a plan for what direction we should take. Falling down here wasn’t part of my plan so I was hoping to give you something to go on.”

Lumine huffed, swiping a tear from her eye as nonchalantly as she could manage. “Why were they attacking you like that?”

Childe shrugged, leaning against the ridge on the side of the path. “Like earlier, these boys didn’t believe me when I had to tell them who I am, and in this pathetic state of frailness, it was really hard to prove it. Something was off with them. It was like they barely knew who they were and what they were fighting for.”

“Is it because of how long they’ve spent down in this pit?”

“But they haven’t spent very long. Only a few weeks, maybe a couple months. My thinking is that it’s…” He gestured to the immense ruined towers hanging from the cave ceiling, and the purple decay beneath them. “The Chasm. Specifically what happened here years ago.”

“Whatever that was.”

“Yes, whatever that was. My thinking is that it’s cursed—or at least, infectious—to the point where reason gives way for radical confusion in the minds of those who linger.”

Lumine let the words settle in her mind, and then her eyes widened.

It was the Chasm, she thought.

The Chasm was causing her to feel all these things for the man who was her enemy, causing her to worry for him and feel empty without him. The Chasm, she realized, must be simulating her feelings of infatuation that she would not reasonably feel.

Initially she felt relieved by this idea, knowing that she was insane to be looking at the Eleventh Harbinger in this way. But terror quickly replaced it, for a plethora of reasons. She realized now that she had become infatuated with the Harbinger, very much and very quickly. Such emotion, however unwelcome, was hard to control and harder to ignore. This implied that the curses lurking in the depths of this wretched cave had that much power over her very own motivations.

“Do you think that makes sense, comrade?” Childe asked her, seemingly unaware of the implications he had released upon her mind.

Lumine nodded. She wondered, from both her actualizing understanding and her overwhelming curiosity, whether it was affecting Childe in the same way—but quickly remembered that he had already favoured her in a way she had not him; whether fancying her or not, he would not have had as far to go to feel the severity what she was feeling now. If it was affecting him, was he experiencing… more infatuation than her?

She could not bring herself to imagine it. She both hated and loved the idea.

“Either way,” Childe continued, still talking of the Fatui’s behaviour, “I do think we should avoid any incidents like that as we’re on our way. Until I’ve recovered more of my strength, of course.”

“And how long will that take?” she asked, still unable to meet his eyes.

“Oh, at this rate… a few days.”

“A few days,” she repeated. She paused. “How long have we been down here?”

“By the cycles of the sun, three days,” he said. “Approximately. Just a guess. Maybe four.”

“We’ve slept twice.” She hesitated. “Well, I’ve slept once.”

“And I none,” he said with a small laugh.

Lumine raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” He waved his hand at her. “I’ve gone much longer without sleep on other missions.”

Lumine scoffed. “You call this a mission?”

He blinked at her, and then ran his hand through his hair. “I think the Chasm is getting to me.” He gave a short laugh, but Lumine was unsure whether he was really joking. She hoped he was. She did not want to discuss the possibilities.

“Or your lack of sleep is,” she reminded him, gazing down the path to a place it seemed to narrow into a lower-roofed corridor. “Do we have to stay long in this area? It’s giving me the creeps.”

Childe stretched and stood. “We’ll go that way. If I’m right about where we are, then that should actually take us in just the right direction.”

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Lumine found that for several hours she could not speak. Her mind was muddied with confusion. Partially, she was caught in a loop of questing which of her thoughts were her own. But she also felt, again, unsafe at Childe’s side. She was debating the possibility of him leading her down here on purpose—for whatever reason, wanting to scramble her mind so that she could not think straight.

They had entered the smaller passage, which seemed to be a road once popular in ancient days. Along the sides of it were stone pillars made to decorate and perhaps support the cave roof. On some of the walls, she could see, though not understand, some forgotten murals of a strange script, lit by the dimly glowing vines growing over them. The whole area was dimly lit, but lit enough that she could trust each step.

The Chasm was beginning to feel more oppressing with its shrouded histories and unspoken curses. Darkness was more than a haze; it was obscurity mocking her thoughts and feelings and time slipping through her fingers as they walked step after step and hour after hour.

She did not try to make conversation with Childe. She feared that she would say something to give her emotions away. She did prepare for attempts he might put forth into conversation—but was slightly shocked that he made none. They were as silent as the cave around them.

Lumine wondered if she was imagining some hesitation from Childe. As they came across a hilichurl camp—the monsters of which seemed notably overpowered and had an ominous glow—he fought without a word and without a laugh. She did not even see him crack a smile. At first she thought it might be because of the pain he was in from transforming and expending so much power, but knowing Childe, there was more to it. She hated it. It was like he was plotting, or demoralizing, in unnatural silence.

Again she thought it could be the curse of The Chasm. If The Chasm could make her infatuated with her arch enemy, perhaps it could shut him up for a few hours. And yet this explanation did not satisfy her. Concurrently, though, she refused to ask and refused to comment on it.

—

Childe and Lumine passed through an area with a higher ceiling and some abandoned mining structures and crates. Not too much further along the passage, the floor disappeared. A tunnel drove deep into the ground. They could not see any sign of a floor, even after Childe conjured his elemental lantern. Lumine thought it looked endless.

“Well! That’s our road,” Childe declared.

Lumine could have easily trekked down to its unperceived depths with her glider had she not been with Childe. The idea of doing such a thing alone was intimidating. How strange it was to have a companion that didn’t float!

“It feels like we’re just going deeper in,” Lumine muttered, crossing her arms.

“Fear not, comrade! I think we’re getting close!” He brandished his finger out, pointing into the cave’s expansive darkness. Though she knew he could see a bit more than she could, the statement was neither encouraging nor comforting.

“‘Close’ to the lowest point in all of Teyvat?” she sneered. Finally, she was feeling capable of talking to him without her words somehow giving her away. Maybe she had been overreacting earlier, but she was glad she’d held herself back while in that condition.

“Hardly! No, but we’re close to the target. But we had better rest here.”

As they set up a place to rest on one of the abandoned mining structures, Lumine sighed. “You better gimme a cut of the reward.”

Childe leaned against the cave wall and stretched his shoulders against it. “If you want Mora, you could have asked me for it ages ago. I have quite the savings, you know.”

“I know that. I didn’t think it was Mora, Childe. But there’s something up with this bounty, and I intend to get involved with it.”

“Didn’t know you were that kind.” Childe smirked. He still wouldn’t meet her eyes for long, she noticed. “You after some rare treasure? Is that the influence of that imp you travel with?”

She shook her head. “Nah, I just think I should be compensated for my time.”

He laughed heartily. “Oh, comrade. Ha! If only that was how it worked. You know, you weren’t forced to come down here with me. You can be responsible for your own choices. Though I can’t blame you for seeing an opportunity for adventure and taking it.” He paused. “I think you should stop calling me by my codename, by the way. You calling me ‘Childe’ is… it’s stiff.”

“Why should I care?”

“I just don’t like hearing it from you, traveller. It doesn’t suit our relationship, you know. Especially with how you feel about the Fatui.”

“It doesn’t suit our relationship?” she asked.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Well,” she considered, adjusting the red scarf of the jacket, “should I call you Tartaglia instead?”

“Yes, I suppose you could. Though that isn’t my name, either.”

“It isn’t?” She shouldn’t be surprised. But there was little she knew about him, and of this she had needed the reminder.

“Would you… like to know the name my father gave me?”

Lumine told herself she was not curious, but her facial expression gave the truth away to him.

He smiled. “My father used to tell me stories of heroes. Sometimes they were about himself, and sometimes about others that he, and later I, admired. I was named after one of the latter.”

“And what is that name?” She studied his face, part of her wondering what “heroes” were to Snezhnayans. Furthermore, she found herself speculating on what name could suit him better than Tartaglia.

“The name’s Ajax.” He took a deep breath as if he was preparing for her response.

Lumine turned the name over in her mind. “Ajax,” she repeated slowly. He didn’t respond immediately, and so Lumine turned her head to see his expression. She had not anticipated seeing his eyes widened back at her and his cheeks dusted with a little more pink than usual. “It’s Ajax, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I—” He broke into a wide smile. “I like how you say it.”

“Am I saying it wrong?”

He shook his head, still smiling to himself. “Not at all. I just haven’t had someone call me that in a long time.” She wondered if he was thinking of his family. “Please refer to me as that from now on, comrade.”

She sucked air through her teeth, tentative about her response. “Then—then you should stop calling me ‘comrade.’ I’m no Fatui.”

“Ha! Then you’ll tell me your name too, mysterious traveller?”

“I guess so.” She found herself also taking a deep breath. She met many people on her journeys and not all of them were willing to ask for her name. In this case, however… she was the one who was hesitant to give it. “My name’s Lumine. And my brother is Aether, though you didn’t ask.” She felt obligated to add on the second part following the dream she had last night. She must not forget her twin in all of this.

Tartaglia did not speak for a moment. His mouth fell open, and then curved into a curious smile. “I should have known,” he finally mused.

She gazed at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Your name is beautiful, Lumine. I have not heard it before, but it suits you.”

Lumine nodded. “Thanks. I think.”

“But Aether is a name I have heard before.”

“It is?” Lumine sat up straight. She had been desperate for any sort of intel on her twin, and even after being disappointed over and over again in her journeys through Mondstadt and Liyue, she had hope. She also thought that both The Chasm and the Eleventh Harbinger were very disconnected from the rest of her quests, and so maybe, maybe, he would know something. Or perhaps the dark of the Chasm had revealed it to him…

“Last night, while you were sleeping, you started crying. I couldn’t get you to wake up. You started saying his name—Aether’s name—and… you were yelling ‘no’.”

Lumine’s heart stopped.

“I’m really sorry if I crossed a line last night, but all I could do was just hold you and try to soothe you. You did calm down eventually, and that’s when I left the ravine to clear my head. I’ll admit… I was sort of wondering who he was. I didn’t put two and two together.” He laughed, seemingly to himself. “Thought he might be a lover of yours.”

Her eyes were huge as she tried to form a response. Her lips felt dry, and she wet them with her tongue before she finally said, rather simply, “I was having a nightmare.”

“Yes, I thought so,” Childe said with a chuckle. “Do you… want to talk about it, Lumine?”

“I’d rather not.” Lumine did want to talk about it, but she never spoke of her nightmares to anyone, and the Eleventh Harbinger wouldn’t be an exception. This was necessitated by his involvement in the dream’s circumstances… and the rather humiliating sleep-talking, too.

“I promise I won’t judge. I get a lot of nightmares, too.”

“How do you get a lot of nightmares if you barely sleep?”

Childe laughed. “I think you know the answer.”

Lumine fumbled with the sleeves of her coat. “You’re not going to recover any of your strength if you don’t sleep.”

“Nah, I will. It will just take longer.”

She huffed. “I can stay up this time if that will make you feel like you can sleep. You need rest, Harbinger.”

Childe’s lips curled mischievously.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it,” Lumine demanded.

“Hey, I was only going to ask you to tell me a bedtime story! Tch, girlie. You really think I’m that much of a scumbag?”

She scoffed. “A bedtime story? Are you five?”

“Here, look.” He leaned back, crossed his arms, and shut his eyes. “Promise I won’t interrupt. Tell me something exciting.”

Lumine eyed his persisting smile and sighed. He had mentioned that his father used to tell him stories when he was young, so it didn’t feel like the request was out of nowhere. Still…

“Okay…” she acquiesced. “I’ll… I’ll think of something.”

She racked her brain for something that wouldn’t be dangerous for a Fatuus to know about. She wondered if she should tell him about her adventures in Mondsadt with Venti and the knights—or maybe the battle of Osial following the duel in the Golden House. But she realized she could be sure of nothing of her journey through Teyvat being safe to explain, and so instead she started to tell him of her adventures with Aether in the adventures before Teyvat.

She spoke of battles, magic, Gods, and men that nobody in Teyvat knew of. She spoke of loss, of hope, and of progress. Of worlds in which they had been honored as heroic kings and queens, and worlds in which they had been looked down upon and shut out. And she told him that Aether and her had always managed to find each other if their exploits separated them.

Lumine finally went quiet, realizing how much and how long she had talked by the dryness of her mouth. The last time she had spoken this much was distant in her memory. She also realized that Childe now knew the most about her of anyone in all of Teyvat. Perhaps he knew more about her than her own brother, if he indeed hadn’t fallen asleep.

He hadn’t.

“Tell me more,” he whispered, eyes still closed, but comment suspiciously immediate in breaking the silence.

So she told him more.

author’s note. what do you guys think she told ajax? :) also oopsies i can't have them sulk for too long because when the only two characters in a story aren't talking to each other it is very hard to write anything at all as i have learned

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➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

#a chasmic mistake.#chilumi #favoniuslibrary #genshin fanfic #tartaglia fluff #genshin series #childe fic #genshin impact lumine #tartaglia x lumine #childe x lumine #tartaglia x traveler #ajax x lumine #genshin x traveler #childe #lumine #tartaglia #im so normal about this fic (crying screaming throwing up)

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So weird/funny idea. What if Dual trip kinda. Keeps happening in the rest of the parts? Like, Part 4 would be pretty similar to your Hidden In Plain Sight AU just with Yukako being more stable so that Koichi has an actual Squad before he meets Rohan, and they both go after Kira for different reasons—Koichi's group of him, Yukako, and Rohan being guided by Reimi; and Josuke's group of himself, Okuyasu, and Jotaro going after him because he killed/hospitalized Shigechi.

Part 5 features Giorno doing a lot of Accidental Kidnapping/Recruiting. Koichi is one thing, but then, before he even officially joins Bruno's group he accidentally convinces Trish that he's her Mafia escort (or straight up accidentally kidnaps her) and now they're on the run. This ends up in a 4-way battle between Giorno and his ragtag group, Bucciarati's gang, La Squadra, and the lower level grunts who are fighting for their own reasons, mainly recognition from the boss. (Giorno probably Charismas a few to his side, because he's Giorno. Possibly including Sheila E from Purple Haze Distortion.)

As for Bruno's gang, Abbachio is in the same situation Joseph was in, his stand constantly giving him the Worst Possible Moments, except this time with the added benefit of Giorno somehow always looking good; Fugo leaves Bucciarati's group just to immediately get dragged into Giorno's (unwillingly); Bruno is wondering what the hell Giorno did to have things go this far off the rails thIS WAS NOT THE PLAN, and Mista and Narancia are just constantly Out Of The Loop.

I don't even know what the divisions are for Stone Ocean. Maybe Jolyne fighting for Jotaro with Foof and Anasui, and Ermes, Weather, and Emporio teaming up and getting into trouble for their own individual goals which only partially involves fricking Pucci over.

Bonus: Iggy is still serving the same role of go-between in each part. Average age for dogs be damned.

OOOOOOOOOOOO THAT’S FUN AND CHAOTIC

What if this time Yukako and Koichi have been friends for a while, perhaps they met before her crush developed into the obsessive level as canon. And their side of the plot kicks off when one day soon after their first day of high school, the both of them get shot by Keicho when they’re walking home. Yukako was doing fine, but Koichi..... not so much. And as Yukako’s running to get him to a hospital, what if they accidentally run into Josuke along the way and he subtly heals Koichi in a way to ensure his injuries wouldn’t be lethal or cause any long term consequences. This also ends up being what cues Josuke in on who’s making all these enemy Stand Users so he and Jotaro can go deal with it, getting Okuyasu onto their team

and I also had a fun idea for how Centipede Shoes could go. I’m not sure about how exactly to get there, but when Koichi goes to call for help, he wouldn’t be able to call Josuke. Instead, he ends up calling Rohan, who immediately starts panicking upon seeing Koichi’s body because he can’t heal. So in what was a VERY desperate bid for Koichi’s survival, he wrote something like “Koichi Hirose will survive his fight with the killer” and immediately started hauling ass to the hospital praying it would work

And Part 5....... oh god that’s going to be absolutely insane. What if Koichi’s reason for sticking around at first is “hhhhhh I can’t leave this 15 year old by himself, I remember what being 15 as a Stand User was like-”, plus he was a tad worried about Giorno’s living situation because of how..... alone and impersonal his room was, so his plan was to stick close to Naples and periodically check in. But what if Mr.Pericolo and Trish were in Naples at least for a little bit, and well..... seeing a very uncomfortable 15 year old girl with a man who’s clearly Mafia isn’t going to look very good, especially without the context of the situation

So what if in the middle of Polpo’s test, Giorno offers to help, yoinks her, and brings her back to his dorm at which Koichi shows up and it’s revealed that Trish is the Boss’s daughter..... but before Gio can think about how he could possibly use this.... what if Koichi ends up bringing up the possibility of her father having less than innocent intentions.

After all, Koichi is very familiar with people like Diavlo who will do anything and everything to keep their secrets. How they will murder, tear apart families, even kill children to stay hidden. How loose threads are cut and burned before they can pose any threat without hesitation, and that a mysterious daughter he hadn’t known about is one huge thread. He brings up the inconsistencies in this story, that if her father wanted to meet her so badly, why hadn’t he sent so much as a note or reassurance of her safety? Why has he just been dragging her all around Italy without even asking her about……. anything???

He doesn’t want to scare them but..... he also doesn’t want anyone getting "dealt with” like he nearly was. And besides, even if the man’s intentions weren’t murder, this was still really shitty behavior, especially since Trish has exactly ZERO desire to meet her father

So he asks Trish. That if she could make any choice right now, regardless of the consequences or danger, what would she want to do?

And this catches her off guard. These past few weeks Trish had gotten used to being treated as something important, but mostly inatimate. She was dragged from one place to another without so much as a glance in her direction, with people walking on eggshells around her, treating her as though she were the most fragile of glass but also the most dangerous of weapons that could end them in an instant

So she’s honest. She tells him she doesn’t want to meet her father, that she doesn’t want anything to do with this. Not with her father, not with Passione, none of it

So Koichi agrees without hesitation. He calls Jotaro and updates him on the development and plans with the kids on what to do next

And for a second Giorno’s a tad..... stuck. Without knowing it, he’d accidentally made things so much easier and infinitely more complicated. There’s no going back from this, he’d already taken Trish and even if he did try returning her, that was just asking to get killed. This was in no way, shape or form his plan, but he more or less has to go with it lest he accept defeat

of course, the second the three of them cross paths with the Bucci Gang, Bucciarati nearly blows both their covered because Giorno what the fuck-

And wow, Koichi’s really out here collecting kiddos like Pokemon cards isn’t he

(also unrelated from the rest of this but I think that while they’re on the run, Koichi should be allowed to be terrifying with Echoes. As a treat. After all we’ve seen just how much damage all the Acts can cause, and Act 1 especially can really fuck with someone’s mental state)

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A World Without Him

Chapter 10

Oh my goodness, what was I thinking?!

Tang had gotten over his shock when he finally walked far enough to actually think about what just happened. But in his haste, he had already walked a couple of blocks when he had been lost in the moment.

Now, though, he's stopped at that bakery with the make-it-yourself type deal that he remembered opening a couple of days ago. The only reason he could recognize it was because he was currently pacing past its window.

He had been freaking out ever since he got over his grogginess from the previous haze. He hasn't been out since last night, he doesn't have any supplies with him (including his dead phone left on the bedside table) other than a nearly empty backpack, and now he's walking aimlessly towards something he doesn't even know exists or not because of a random dream!

I should just go home. I dont know what to look for or what I'm doing. Tang thought, stopping his continuous pacing.

Now he was right in front of the store window, seeing his tired reflection looking right back at him with the sun highlighting his face from behind. He could only sigh before sitting on one of the outside tables in front of said window. Then he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, releasing the tension from between them. The colors around blended together as his vision distorted and stretched.

It was only after he opened and refocussed his eyes agin, that he noticed the deathly silence around him. His surroundings now seemed blurry without his glasses, but he could still feel the lifelessness his surroundings now held.

The street looked dark and colorless, almost as if the color had been faded out of a photograph. The blurry shapes around him never moved, never made a sound. The only thing in his ears was his heartbeat, which steadily kept rising against his will.

He hastily grabbed his glasses, his eyes widening when the surroundings seemed to warp with his vision.

The street was now in full gray-scale, with the shadows being pitch black against the light gray buildings. Everything seemed frozen in time, with the people around him gaining soft, colorful outlines while frozen in place.

Tang didn't know what was going on, and didn't want to know what was going on. Maybe he finally snapped. Maybe he's full on hallucinating now. All he could think about now was getting back home.

So he violently stood up from the table and started to speed walk back home. The still, almost completely colorless figures of the civillians unnerved him to no end.

From closer inspection, they seemed to be in slow motion; it was just enough to where they seems like statues at a first glance. Tang didn't notice this until he saw one guy's drink slowly spread onto the sidewalk from a supposedly clumsy passerby.

I'm going insane.

He side-stepped another civillian on the street with their bright purple hue overpowering the soft sky blue of the person beside them. He tried not to pay too much attention to these strange details.

The one time I try to find some answers about my recent episodes and now I'm back into a worse version of one!

With an irritated grunt, Tang kicks a stray can on the street, now a block away from the start of this limbo type place. The can only went up about a foot before slowing down to the speed of its surroundings.

A small breeze pucks up through his street, not affected by the slowing time. Yet he didn't acknowledge the change, only focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

Why am I so unlucky to have this happen right after yesterday?

He yet again speeds up his pace, now almost a complete sprint past all the still moments around him. He needs to get home. He needs to be sane to actually know what's going on.

Is any of this even happening? I'm an idiot: of course this isn't real. I'm just having another episode, after another horrible dream, after another person died in my arms-

...Why can't I just get over it already. I can't change anything.

The breeze picked up suddenly, whipping past Tang's grimaced face. The intense force of the wind didn't seem to affect him, though, as it swerved around him and through his hair.

Wisps of messy hair flowed in front of his face as he continued on his way home.

Why do I always let something like this happen? When can this finally just stop? I can't keep helplessly watching from the sidelines as people like Allan risk their lives for cowards like me.

He could feel wet tears roll down his face. They dropped to the still ground in waves as he continued to walk. He couldn't waste any more time in this nightmare world unless he wanted his brain to snap.

He walked past many construction sites over the next couple of blocks. He didn't remember walking this far out, but he didn't want to think about the connotations of what that could mean.

He could see the foundations crushed to bits from the empty sidewalk; the concrete walls and floor were all cracked or completely torn through by what Tang could only assume was one of Mk's many battles.

His thoughts carried on to the library, with the sunken roof and the crumblibg walls, but he quickly shut down whatever he was about to think next. Mk was always reckless; it's just who he is. A bad feeling always seemed to overwhelm his stomach when he thought about Mk after yesterday.

Oh please, it's not like you would be any better in his position.

The wind kicks up again, slightly pushing him forward.

Do you think you're any different from the demons he fights every day? How you've probably done worse things than what those bastards could ever dream of?

The tears continue down his face as he walks by the many windows of the street. The shop fronts seem just as lifeless as the rest of the street. He stares as his feet when he walks, avoiding looking at the shops while creating a trail behind him as the waterworks don't seem to stop.

Harina would've left you there to die if she knew what you would become.

Tang's breathes were heavy as he slowed down his steps, almost stopping entirely in front of a stores window. He noticed it had sunflower motifs as he raised his head up to look in the window.

He could only see himself looking back. His hair messy and unkempt, his body highlited in a soft orange glow, his eyes puffy from sobbing all the way here, and his suddenly pale face as he noticed the figure standing beside him.

A tall, young woman stood behind him, staring into his eyes over his shoulder. Her eyes were hollow and blood dripped slowly from her mouth and he long black hair swayed with the breeze.

You were, and still are a pathetic, worthless piece of shit that doesn't even try to live on in her memory as you just lounge over their hundreds of sacrifices-

"JUST LEAVE, ME, ALONE." Tang had shouted, grabbing his own head and crouching down onto the ground. The wind howled in his ears and started to harshly whip the street, shattering every window as far as the eye could see.

Glass rained down over him and the street as he looked up, not caring if he was struck with the shimmering downpour. The glass slowly fell onto the surrounding area, and eventually slowing to a stop like the rest of this hellish place.

He could only stare at the moment frozen in time. The reflections in them proved irksome as they seemed to drown in the orange glow from behind him.

He was yet again tired of this place. How many times does he have to go through this? Enough to please whatever God he had pissed off probably. He laughed bitterly to himself.

He didn't turn around. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to give whatever those monsters wanted out of him; he just wanted to go home.

So only when the whispers from behind finally faded, and the piercing eyes slowly disappeared, was when Tang opened his eyes again.

Now everything was truly quiet. No buzzing, no whispers in the back of his mind, just silence.

He slowly tilted his head up from his perch on the sidewalk, taking everything in slowly. A tall building was in front of him. He could already feel how it was steril, blank, and full of mixed emotions.

The doors in front of him show many different signs, but one caught his eyes immeadietly, "Metrapolis Springs Hospital: First Responder volunteers needed!"

The golden lettering was all it took for his eyes to widen from the initial numbness. Those letters important, he knew. It's just that he didn't know why.

And he would never find out at this moment, as looking too hard at the building caused his vision to blur once again, causing him to lean on a nearby electrical pole for balance.

It getting hard to keep his eyes open as his eyelids became heavy and the whispers started up again. However, there was only one this time. It talked smoothly through his head as his conscious slipped away from his grasp, leaving him up against the pole.

When he woke up again, the world suddenly gained more colors than before, causing Tang's eyes to hurt from the brightness. When he refocussed again, he could tell that the sky had darkened and the sun was about to set.

Where am I?...

He slowly looked around in his grogginess, coming to realize he was right outside of his apartment. He had been sat down on the outside electrical pole with all the posters. He could even see the one for the Metrapolis Library still up with some new tears...

He needed to go back home. Getting inside where it was safe was his top priority. He grabbed the side of the splintered pole to pull himself up and steady his unstable stance, letting him stand up after some struggle.

His mind knew he needed to do something today, something that was important enough to make him feel uneasy, yet his body didn't cooperate as it lead him through the double doors of his apartment building.

The golden letters repeated over and over in his mind as he walked up the steps. They were ingrained into his brain as he reached his final floor.

And then, yet again, Tang could only open the door and slam it behind him as he slid down on the other side. He put his head between his knees as he closed his eyes once again.

I can't keep living like this: these, these horrible trances everyday just kept getting worse and worse as I continue to stay here. I need to leave. I just need to... get away from it all...

And finally, he could only succumb to sleep at the end of it all. His body went limp, and he passed out even before his body hit the floor.

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#lmk tang #lmk au #lmk #a world without him #lego monkie kid #tang #tang monkie kid #finally something other than a dream sequence!#technically #im so excited to get into this mans backstory you dont even know

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brightgoat · 26 days

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[ Standverse AU ] - PURPLE HAZE DISTORTION

This references the spin off novel Purple Haze Feedback, featuring Voodoo Child and All Along Watchtower. Haze is back, but there have been changes. Though he has underwent some changes himself.

Thank you @e40536 for being my PHF insider and overall cunning advisor~

#jjba #purple haze #purple haze feedback #purple haze distortion #jjba phf #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjab fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #voodoo child #all along watchtower #gold experience #ger #gold experience requiem #golden wind #art #stands #standverse #standverse au #arrt

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through-hubbles-eyes · 2 years

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𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑺 𝑱0416

At first glance, this cosmic kaleidoscope of purple, blue and pink offers a strikingly beautiful — and serene — snapshot of the cosmos. However, this multi-coloured haze actually marks the site of two colliding galaxy clusters, forming a single object known as MACS J0416.1-2403 (or MACS J0416 for short).

MACS J0416 is located about 4.3 billion light-years from Earth, in the constellation of Eridanus. This new image of the cluster combines data from three different telescopes: the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope (showing the galaxies and stars), the NASA Chandra X-ray Observatory (diffuse emission in blue), and the NRAO Jansky Very Large Array (diffuse emission in pink). Each telescope shows a different element of the cluster, allowing astronomers to study MACS J0416 in detail.

As with all galaxy clusters, MACS J0416 contains a significant amount of dark matter, which leaves a detectable imprint in visible light by distorting the images of background galaxies. In this image, this dark matter appears to align well with the blue-hued hot gas, suggesting that the two clusters have not yet collided; if the clusters had already smashed into one another, the dark matter and gas would have separated. MACS J0416 also contains other features — such as a compact core of hot gas — that would likely have been disrupted had a collision already occurred.

Together with five other galaxy clusters, MACS J0416 is playing a leading role in the Hubble Frontier Fields programme, for which this data was obtained. Owing to its huge mass, the cluster is in fact bending the light of background objects, acting as a magnifying lens. Astronomers can use this phenomenon to find galaxies that existed only hundreds of million years after the big bang.

#astronomy #nasa #space #universe #cosmos #nebula #stars #galaxy #wallpaper

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the burning comes first

Some classic "mage who has never been Purged before gets that Fun Experience" for the first day of @febuwhump. The prompt was helpless and you can read it on AO3 here!

Female Lavellan/Solas | Rated T | 1326 words | CW: canon-typical violence

Surrounded by Red Templars, the Inquisitor collapsed.

She fell mid-swing and her staff skittered beyond reach across the icy scape of Emprise du Lion. Not that she was attempting to fight anymore. Like a fish out of water, she gasped, gaped, one hand clutching at the high collar of her armor.

Without regard for the enemies still bearing down on her, Irosyl scrabbled for the buttons over her throat.

The world was sharp and harsh and piercing. She did not exhale but her lungs went flat and she could not fill them up. Against her knees, the snow cut like diamonds, each individual flake a knife in her skin.

She reached for the Fade and met…nothing.

“Fenhedis,” she gasped, or tried to. When she opened her mouth, only a wheeze escaped. Watching her reflection grow larger and distorted in the chest plate of an approaching Templar, she realized: she was going to die. Her staff was out of reach and she could not call the Fade, could not even lift herself up off her knees. She was going to die.

Lethanavir, friend to the dead, be friend to me. Guide my feet, calm my soul, lead me to my rest.

The Templar raised his sword and brought it down, arcing straight at her exposed neck. Irosyl closed her eyes.

But the steel did not cut into her skin.

Instead, a harsh clanging, too loud and too close. When she opened her eyes, she saw the purple haze of a barrier over her body, though she could not feel its usual buzz. Standing above her, Cassandra batted the Templar away. Her shield had taken the blow that would have ended Irosyl’s life.

“Inquisitor, move!”

She tried. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to flee, but her legs were leaden and the air around her was like moving through molasses. She threw herself to the side, but moved only an inch.

Her defender remained, but Cassandra's patience bowed under Irosyl’s lacking response. Having to stand over the Inquisitor's prone body limited her maneuvers and they’d only just been holding the field, even with Irosyl up and fighting.

"Inquisitor—“ she started, but her fruitless plea was lost as a wave of force slammed against Irosyl. Ass over tea kettle, the elf went flying.

She slammed into a snowbank and fell limp, like a rag doll. Squeezing her eyes shut against the sunlight—too bright, burning bright, it hadn't been so bright a moment ago—she could do nothing but pray.

Minutes later, or perhaps hours or perhaps days, a shadow darkened her closed eyes. When no one grabbed her and no blade struck, Irosyl risked a glance.

"Solas," she said. It came out as an unintelligible groan. Knelt before her, several feet between them, Solas winced.

“Ir abelas," he said quietly. "May I touch you?"

Irosyl frowned, opened her mouth to tell him of course, then thought better of it and nodded instead. Still, he hesitated.

"I am going to help you sit up," he said carefully. "If it is too much, indicate however you can and I will stop."

What was he on about? Healing in the field was rarely so delicate—they needed it frequently, and expediently. She jerked her head in a semblance of a nod. Hopefully it conveyed that he should get on with it.

Gently, stressfully gently, Solas grasped her shoulders. At once, she understood.

Fire flared where his fingers touched her and not the kind that licked pleasure to her belly. Like thousands of ants walking across her skin, like a druffalo on her chest. Too much, too intense, even as light as he kept his touches. She screwed her eyes shut to block out the light once more.

Solas muttered ceaseless apologies and as soon as she was propped upright against the snowbank, his hands vanished from her arms.

"Seeker, a lyrium potion!" His voice blared like a signaling horn in her ear. Why must he shout?

Bottles clinked around the Seeker's smooth accent, calmer now after the battle. "What has happened? Is she injured?"

Irosyl heard Solas' huff like a boom of thunder, wincing even as she smirked.

"She is not behaving this way by choice, Seeker." His voice softened. "Irosyl? Can you open your eyes?"

Slowly, she did. Just a crack. The sunlight glaring off the snow and ice was still too bright, but manageable as long as she looked through her lashes. Solas uncorked the lyrium potion and held it to her lips. The cold glass rim made her wince.

"Ir abelas," he repeated. "Drink—it will help."

He tipped the vial back and she drank hungrily. She was not unfamiliar with lyrium potions—the Dalish might use them sparingly, but the Inquisition had no such compunctions. Particularly with the amount of battle magic they worked. In general, the potion buzzed like supercharged carbonation on her lips. If she let her mana get foolishly low, it might leave a low burn in the back of her throat. Strength would flow into her limbs like a rushing river.

This did not feel like that.

Her mouth, her tongue, her throat were on fire. It licked through her useless limbs and her whole body tensed like a puppet on a string. She surged up and gasped—

Ice. The air she inhaled was painfully frigid and somehow that made the fire worse, not better. Distantly, she noted that the potion was helping—her lungs accepted a full breath—but the process was blindingly painful. Tears pricked at her eyes as she swallowed the last of it.

Static surged from her heart, coursing through her veins out to her extremities and back again. Casting aside the empty vial, Irosyl grasped at the snow around her, reaching for something grounding.

Solas caught her wrists. "Do not try to cast," he urged her. "Ir abelas, lethallin. It will pass."

Like a candle snuffed, the energy surge from the lyrium potion snapped. Irosyl fell weakly back against the snowbank, but this weakness was familiar, that of an overdone workout or casting fatigue. On a greater magnitude than she’d ever experienced, but her blinding panic abated as she sank into the familiar pain. Solas pressed another lyrium potion into her hands.

“Drink this as well,” he ordered in a tone that brokered no argument. “I will explain to the Seeker.”

“Explain what?” Irosyl croaked, relieved to hear her voice, however cracked and grating. “I—you know what happened?”

“You don’t?”

“No!” she wheezed, doubling over coughing. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Solas hummed. Rather than walking away, he beckoned the Seeker over.

“Inquisitor, are you well? What happened?”

“She was Purged,” Solas said. “Possibly Silenced at the same time.”

“Are you certain? I’ve never seen such a severe reaction.”

His words sent a different kind of chill down Irosyl’s spine. Straight out of her Keeper’s cautionary tales or her own horrific nightmares. Uncorking the lyrium potion, she took a swig to wash the bitter taste from her mouth.

“It is not uncommon in those who have little exposure to Templars or their abilities.”

“Fucking shems.” Irosyl downed the last of the potion; this one slid down her throat with just the usual buzz. She flexed her fingers and found that when she lifted her head to glare at Cassandra, it gave her no trouble.

“I saw her aspect vanish entirely from the Fade,” Solas continued. “It is…an unpleasant sensation.”

“Understatement,” Irosyl muttered. Doubt twisted the Seeker’s face, but there was no arguing with the Inquisitor’s hunched, broken frame. Her lips parted around something—another argument, an apology? But she faltered.

“I will find a place to set camp,” she finally said. Solas nodded.

“That would be best.” He held his hand out for Irosyl to take and pulled her to her feet. She had to lean nearly all of her weight against him to remain upright. “The Inquisitor needs to rest.”

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #oc: irosyl lavellan #irosyl x solas #ws: the old life haunts the new #violence & injury #my writing #dragon age fanfic

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itsmythang · 5 months

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On this day in 1942, rock guitarist Jimi Hendrix was born. James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix ,was a musician, singer, and songwriter. Despite a relatively brief mainstream career spanning four years, he is widely regarded as one of the greatest and most influential electric guitarists in the history of popular music, and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame describes him as "arguably the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music."

Born in Seattle, Washington, Hendrix began playing guitar at the age of 15. In 1961, he enlisted in the US Army; he was granted an honorable discharge the following year. Soon afterward, he moved to Clarksville, Tennessee, and began playing gigs on the chitlin' circuit, eventually earning a place in the Isley Brothers' backing band and later finding work with Little Richard, with whom he continued to play through mid-1965. He then joined Curtis Knight and the Squires before moving to England in late 1966 after having been discovered by bassist Chas Chandler of the Animals. Within months, Hendrix had earned three UK top ten hits with the Jimi Hendrix Experience",

"Purple Haze", and "The Wind Cries Mary". He achieved fame in the US after his performance at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967, and in 1968 his third and final studio album, Electric Ladyland, reached number one in the US. The double LP was Hendrix's most commercially successful release and his first and only number one album.

He headlined the Woodstock Festival in 1969 and the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970 as the world's highest-paid performer before dying from barbiturate-related asphyxia on September 18, 1970, at the age of 27. Hendrix was inspired musically by American rock and roll and electric blues. He favored over driven amplifiers with high volume and gain, and was instrumental in developing the previously undesirable technique of guitar amplifier feedback. He helped to popularize the use of a wah-wah pedal in mainstream rock, and was the first artist to use stereophonic phasing effects in music recordings. Holly George-Warren of Rolling Stone commented: "Hendrix pioneered the use of the instrument as an electronic sound source.

Players before him had experimented with feedback and distortion, but Hendrix turned those effects and others into a controlled, fluid vocabulary every bit as personal as the blues with which he began." Hendrix was the recipient of several music awards during his lifetime and posthumously. In 1967, readers of Melody Maker voted him the Pop Musician of the Year and in 1968, Billboard named him the Artist of the Year and Rolling Stone declared him the Performer of the Year.

Disc and Music Echo honored him with the World Top Musician of 1969 and in 1970, Guitar Player named him the Rock Guitarist of the Year. The Jimi Hendrix Experience was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992 and the UK Music Hall of Fame in 2005. Rolling Stone ranked their three studio albums, Are You Experienced, Axis: Bold as Love, and Electric Ladyland, among the 100 greatest albums of all time and they ranked Hendrix as the greatest guitarist and the sixth greatest artist of all time.

#Jimi Hendrix #music #The Jimi Hendrix Experience #bio

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incorrectinfinity · 2 months

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I'm gonna talk about requiem stands (and stands in general) for too long. I have been thinking.

So requiem stands and what they represent about the user and I've been losing my mind but before that I wanna give a more broad idea of how stand sentience has evolved with each part because I can.

Part 3 establishes stands as a representation of the user's fighting spirit.

This has a lot of implications and the biggest one of those being the question of why Jotaro and DIO's stands are the same but I'm not gonna talk about that rn.

Part 3 also throws out the idea of inanimate stands and sentient stands.

For examples of inanimate stands we have Hermit Purple(/Holly's stand), Yellow Temperance, Thoth, Strength, Sun, Wheel of Fortune, and Khnum. All of these things are nonsentient objects (vines, clothing, books, boats, the fucking sun, a car, and whatever Khnum is) that the user is under complete control of.

The category of sentience is actually more interesting, though. For examples here we have Star Platinum, Silver Chariot, Empress, Judgement, and Anubis. This category is interesting because it establishes stand sentience as a spectrum.

Anubis in particular is a stand that is sentient and alive without its user while simultaneously being an inanimate object.

Star Platinum on the other hand may have a personified form, but it fully bends to the will of Jotaro. The reason why I say it's sentient is because it does things independently from Jotaro, like rob people (I love Star Platinum). But while Star Platinum may be capable of independent action, it is not an independent being like Anubis.

That is a very important and interesting thing to establish.

Part 4 takes stand sentience a step further with stands like Echoes Act 3, Cheap Trick, and Surface.

The addition of acts is really really cool to show how stands reflect their user, and I will never get over how well they are implemented in part 7. But I am once again not here to talk about that.

Surface is a very very interesting stand to me, genuinely one of my favorite stands to think about, and it literally shows up one time. I am seething.

Why is Surface an interesting stand? Well it is the first stand shown that both has a user and has an actual personality.

Surface and Hazamada have a dynamic, Hazamada treats Surface as a person. They talk, they learn about eachother, they argue. Surface's personality changes depending on who it is impersonating but that does not change the fact that is has a PERSONALITY!

Echoes Act 3 is very similar, it's like Koichi but a bitch which is why it is a great stand.

Cheap Trick is Cheap Trick.

And in the opposite direction we have stands like Super Fly who is LITERALLY JUST A TRANSMISSION TOWER. HILARIOUS. Or Ratt which is just a Gun. Or Love Deluxe which is my beloved.

And then... part 4 establishes something new.

Not just acts, but another thing.

I'll bring it up later.

And now we are at part 5, the part this post is fucking about.

First of all distortion stands are a thing and I just want to mention them because I think they are Neat and Purple Haze Feedback is really really good. Ok.

Let's discuss stand sentience.

Fuckin Sex Pistols are INSANELY sentient. They are not just one personality, they are six. Epic sauce. Spice Girl is literally the person Trish wants to become, which is an amazing concept executed very well. Purple Haze bends to Fugo's will when he is around but not in like a sense of it being apart of him. It's more like Purple Haze is a barely tamed animal he has leashed up. The fact that Fugo is ashamed of his stand is also a very very interesting scenario that I wish was explored more canonically, but alas...

Meanwhile we have Aerosmith which is straight up just a plane. I love Aerosmith it is my favorite stand I'm sorry. Also Mr. President which is just a Room.

Ok. Why have I brought this up, what the fuck am I cooking?

All sentient stands with users that I have mentioned have one thing in common:

They are under the control of their user.

Purple Haze is unpredictable without Fugo, but when he is around it will follow his orders.

Surface may argue with Hazamada but it will always go along with his plans.

Echoes Act 3 may sometimes be annoying on purpose but it exists to follow Koichi's commands.

Now that we've established this, let's talk about requiem stands.

Silver Chariot Requiem.

Silver Chariot Requiem is fucking weird. It's powers do not make sense considering its previous form and its design is unlike any other stand designed shown so far.

Silver Chariot Requiem is an interesting case because it does one thing that all other stands with a consistent user have never done so far:

Silver Chariot Requiem betrays Polnareff.

Stands have always reflected their user in some way, and requiem stands are no different. But while regular stands grow and change with their user's desires, requiem stands do not.

Requiem stands are born from a goal, a single desire that their user would do anything to achieve.

For Polnareff that desire was to protect the stand arrow. Silver Chariot Requiem does that, but by any means necessary.

If Polnareff is perceived as a threat to the arrow, Silver Chariot Requiem will not hesitate to kill him.

Silver Chariot Requiem is not apart of Polnareff anymore, it does not bend to his will, and it does not respect him at all, it is its own being entirely.

Gold Experience Requiem.

I AM SO SO SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS THING IT'S CRAZY.

Ok anyways.

Gold Experience Requiem was born from Giorno's desire to avenge and protect his friends. And... and it definitely does that. Mhm. Yep. G... good job, buddy.

What makes Gold Experience Requiem interesting to me is because it is not like other requiem stands shown. Other requiem stands are born from wanting to prevent action, but Gold Experience Requiem is born as a reaction. Gold Experience Requiem was created for revenge.

So while Chariot may mistake Polnareff as an enemy to prevent action, Gold Experience Requiem would NEVER EVER mistake Giorno as an enemy.

Gold Experience Requiem lives to protect Giorno from harm, so much so that it doesn't even let him know its true potential to protect him.

Uhhh.

Uhhhhh.

The fact that Gold Experience Requiem is so sentient and independent from Giorno that it is possible for it to keep secrets is absolutely absurd. That is an incredible showing of what a requiem stands are and I will never stop gushing over it.

There's also the fact that is literally able to edit fate in order to protect Giorno. That doesn't have much to do with the sentience of it all but uhh what the fuck. Hey. Hey Araki? What the fuck. What the fuck.

So, this is the end of the post, right?

Haha, no. You fool. You clown.

Killer Queen. Let's talk about it.

At the end of part 4 Yoshikage Kira fulfills his role as jjba villain by gaining the ability to fuck with time. I love you timeloops.

But there's a question to be asked here.

Is Killer Queen: Bites the Dust a requiem stand?

Yes. Yes it is.

First of all, Kira gets this ability from a stand arrow.

Second, Bites the Dust is able to act without Kira being there.

Bites the Dust latches onto Hayato and watches over him without Kira being anywhere nearby. This means that Bites the Dust can act on its own without needing orders from Kira.

Third, it physically changes.

It's stomach can open up. It's a strange and small change mostly done without the arrow in mind but this is MY analysis and I get to do what I want, mkay?

Fourth, and most importantly, it is born from Kira's ultimate desire at the time.

Protecting himself.

GER protects Giorno as a side effect of his desire for revenge and justice, Bites the Dust protects Kira because that is literally what it was made to do.

GER alters fate to protect Giorno, and Bites the Dust LITERALLY DOES THE SAME.

If Kira had aquired Bites the Dust after requiem stands were established, it would've been named Killer Queen Requiem.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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40 - Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced?

So happy to have an album that isn't going to be torture to get through. Almost every track on this album is on *at least* one playlist of mine.

Purple Haze-

An absolute monster opening riff leading into one of the better songs of all time.

So, i know i have Unusual Opinions regarding music and musicians, and one of my stronger ones that I have is that Jimi Hendrix was very likely bi.

"Hold on now!" come the cries of the boomers. "prove it! Prove that the always flamboyant, immaculate, WAY ahead of his time, extremely fashion-forward and highly passionate rock star who tragically died young might be bi!".

To which i say: "did you even hear a word of what you just said?" He straight-up says "excuse me while i kiss this guy" and the entire English-speaking world collectively went "no, no, that's not what he said, he said... Kiss... umm... the sky! Yeah, that totally makes sense!".

Except i used to have a live recording of this song where he very clearly said "while i kiss. that. guy." Keeping in mind that this was before Freddie Mercury or David Bowie could sit down for an interview and say something like "I'm openly bisexual, i fancy both men and women, to roughly the same degree." and the interviewer would then immediately say some dumb shit like :"yes, but why are you gay?"

In short: Jimi was bi, most music magazine interviewers are crap, they have been crap for a long time, bisexual erasure happens TODAY, so of course it would have happened 50 years ago, deal with it.

Manic Depression-

I absolutely love this song. Also, and more distressingly, I also absolutely relate to this song.

The solo is insane, the riff work is phenomenal, and the bass and drums are perfectly in the pocket. (Also, for what seems like a fairly simple drum beat, it's MUCH harder to keep that constantly-shifting time signature in your head than one would think.)

Hey Joe-

Is this the best song about "murdering your cheating spouse and then fleeing the country" ever written? I think so.

I mean, I'd put the Dixie Chicks' "Goodbye, Earl" up there, but I don't think she left her hometown after the murder.

At any rate, a psychotic psychedelic R&B classic.

Love or Confusion-

An anthem for all the autistic folks out there like myself who genuinely can't tell if a person is actively flirting with them or just being polite.

May This Be Love-

I will always be in favor of daydreaming like a lazy-minded fool.

Much more mellow than the earlier songs on the album have been, but Jimi still works in some outstanding guitar noodling.

I would bet money this song was an influence on Incubus's "Aqueous Transmission".

I Don't Live Today-

The biggest goddamn mood on the album, and how I feel almost every time I'm made aware of The News.

The Wind Cries Mary-

Another absolute classic song. Sad but beautiful.

Kurt Vonnegut's lament: "So it goes..." in song form.

When I was young, (for some reason) I thought he was referencing the Virgin Mary. Now, I think she might have just been more of "the one who got away".

Fire-

People of a certain generation and a specific level of culture will likely associate this song with Tia Carrera.

Either way, this song melts faces. The drummer is a goddamn maniac on this one.

Third Stone From The Sun-

I've never listened to this album on acid, but this song seems perfect for that exact mindset with the trippy, heavily-distorted vocals.

It kicks ass, though, don't get me wrong.

Foxey Lady-

People of a certain generation and a specific level of culture will likely associate this song with Dana Carvey wearing a flannel shirt tied around his waist.

(Look, if you haven't seen Wayne's World, you owe it to yourself to do so.)

Are You Experienced?-

The last line of this one (not necessarily stoned but beautiful) always made me figure that "being experienced" is a shibboleth for anything from "you smoke trees?" to "DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE MACHINE ELVES?!"

and damn do I love the backwards drumming.

Stone Free-

Okay, Jimi, I'm pretty sure they DID realize they "were the ones who's square". That's why they would stare at your bizarre marching band leader outfits. (I'm absolutely Not knocking his bizarre marching band leader outfits, I honestly wish I had the panache to pull that kinda shit off.)

51st Anniversary-

Man, between Stone Free and this one right after, I'm guessing Jimi didn't think much of marriage, huh?

Idk, as a happily married man, this one just doesn't click with me.

Highway Chile-

This very easily could have been me after the army, if I had had a car that actually worked.

Can You See Me-

This one rings a bit hollow after all the earlier "yeah, baby, I'm out of here, see ya never, no strings on me" songs, just saying.

It rocks, nonetheless. Also maybe the only time "aww, shucks" had been uttered in a song that still goes this hard.

Remember-

See directly above, except the aww shucks part.

Red House-

And this one, right at the end, proves the hollowness of the last two broken hearted songs in my eyes.

"Girl left while I was gone? Welp. Fuck it, her sister was cute."

A monster of a blues track, regardless. One of my favorites, and that solo is INSANE.

Favorite Track: This is a tough one. A close race, but it's Purple Haze by a nose.

Least Favorite Track: Remember. It's barely about the girl in question! It's about the bird that won't sing and the dumped dude who won't eat because he has the sads.

Sorry about the long time since last time, full disclosure I got thoroughly addicted to a podcast called Kill James Bond, wherein three trans people discuss (and frequently skewer) the poster boy for toxic masculinity. It's fantastic.

#1001 albums #dancing to architecture #jimi hendrix #are you experienced

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