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remwrites · 1 year

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*slides into your inbox with a rose between my teeth* hii. i'm asking you to consider: scarian, but one of them is some kind of a fucked up creature and the other is Just Some Guy learning many new things about themselves (*cough*monsterfucker*coughcough*). can be either people-eating vex Scar or biblically accurate Grian, both are fun in their own ways :3c

(don't feel obliged to write anything if it's not your thing, im just sharing my brainworms with u)

tripped and fell and wrote 3.5k. and there's probably gonna be more. whoops.

welcome to rem and szad's monsterfucker au. i told myself the whole time i was writing this that it wasn't going to be called that. here we are.

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Grian was never great at running.

He didn't have any shoes. His feet slipped, hands scraping the ground while his heart punched his chest in earnest. He just needed to be fast enough to get away, it didn't matter where, everywhere was better than here. He couldn't take the Watchers anymore, he couldn't take--

The heavy shackle on his ankle suddenly yanked taunt, and it was too late. He was pinned, dragged, and despite his struggles and screams brought back into the very place he was trying to escape.

"Traitors don’t get to leave.” The Watcher holding him said, serene.

Grian spit in their face.

It didn't seem to even faze them. “We tried so hard to rehabilitate you.”

Grian recognized where they were going and his heart dropped like a dead weight. Instead of continuing to struggle, he clamped his mouth shut and breathed heavily through his nose. If he screamed the whole way down, the monster would know he was coming.

This seemed to amuse the Watcher, who pulled Grian by his bound wrists and brought him to the pit. It was covered in cross-hatched metal, a small latch to drop the food down.

Grian was the food.

"Please." Grian said, a terrified whisper. "Don't."

"Will you cooperate now?"

“No.”

“Then you are no use to us.”

Fear pounded louder than his heart and against all sense he tried to flee one last time. Only to be wrenched immediately when the Watcher yanked the chain on his ankle, swinging him down with a stomach-swoop of momentum into the pit.

Grian landed face first into the dirt, teeth splitting his lip. A broken cry, curling around his bound hands that cut into his stomach. The latch shut with a resounding clang of metal, echoing in a haunting repetition. The Watcher mercilessly strode away and left Grian to his fate.

Silence. All Grian could hear was the pounding of his own heart and his ragged breath. Somewhere within the dark was the Vex. They kept him to dispose of any bodies, but there hadn't been any for a while. Here was his next meal, dribbling blood into the dirt.

Grian was so fucked. He pushed up on his aching hands, raising his head. No visible signs. Just dirt and the geometric squares cut from the only light source above. He dragged himself to the nearest wall, for the fallacy of protection, pulling his knees up and burying his face in his knees and waited for death.

Shivering. Quiet. Death didn't come. The pain and ache of leftover adrenaline. Grian raised his head, looking into the darkness of the pit. There was nothing.

He trembled, struggling for air, and his heart skipped a beat, then redoubled in fervour. On the opposite side of the pit, in the shroud of darkness, a pair of white eyes stared at him.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Grian said, delirious, terrified. "Please don't eat me. I promise I'm not tasty."

A piercing white stare, not even so much as a blink. The hairs on the back of Grian's neck stood up.

"I'll just stay over here, and you'll stay over there, and we won't bother each other. Okay?" Grian said, slow, voice fabricating calm.

The eerie glowing eyes didn't move.

"Great." Grian hid his face back in his knees.

The silence almost seemed to reverberate around him, motionless airwaves prickling and pushing against his skin. There was a flood of blood down his chin from his lip, stinging with the dirt from his fall. Even if Grian wanted to do something about it, his hands were bound and there was a fucking Vex watching him from the other side of the pit.

The reminder restarted his panic. Grian looked up again and the eyes were gone. That was somehow worse. He frantically looked around but didn't see anything.

"Where did you go?" Grian put a voice to his panic, because he talked when he was nervous. It was a terrible habit and it was imminently going to get him killed.

Then white eyes appeared, directly across from him in the darkness. Grian swallowed a cry, and said, "Hey, you're not going to eat me, right?"

The heavy silence remained. Then, slow and purposeful, the white eyes blinked.

Grian had never heard the Watchers refer to the Vex as anything but a mindless monster. However, Grian found that he did not agree with them on most things. Maybe this was just another thing.

"They suck, huh?" Grian said, bravely, pointed up through the metal grate. "They treated me like shit too. I'm sorry they've locked you in this pit, it's not very nice."

The white eyes didn't blink again. But Grian was on a roll, and he pretty much always figured he'd die running his mouth anyway.

He continued, "I'm not gonna tell you what to do, but they want you to kill me. So if you hate them like I do, I'd suggest not killing me. Then maybe we can see if there's a way to break out of here instead. Sound like a plan?"

That horrible, compressing silence. Grian bore it with as much grace as he could muster, pretending to be a lot more confident than he was. After an eon, the white eyes blinked again.

"Brilliant." Grian smiled, wobbly. "My name's Grian, what's yours?"

The white eyes vanished. Grian's heart dropped, but he didn't react, licking his lips and tasting pennies. Feeling cold from the drain of adrenaline, heart stuck in an uneven cadence.

A whisper beside him. Grian jumped, despite trying to keep his cool, and almost fell over in surprise.

The Vex was big. He was almost spectral, translucent, an ephemeral electric blue except for his white eyes, a heavy collar around his neck, and off-coloured scars intersecting over his form. His shape was mostly vague, with claws sharp like knives and more teeth than a mouth should fit.

"Hello." Grian said, tight, terror woven into his bones. "You're awfully close. I like my personal space."

The Vex hovered a moment, then moved back just a touch.

Hope sparked in Grian's chest. That meant something. He said, "Thank you, I appreciate it."

The Vex raised a giant hand and pointed to a large noticeable scar on his own face.

Grian stared at him, the point of his claw, mind not quite keeping up. He was still focused on the 'not being eaten' thing.

Then the Vex mouthed a word. No sound, but the faint attempt of showing a spectral tongue on the roof of his mouth. It could've been 'name'. Then he pointed to the scar again.

Everything about the situation became rapidly very different than what Grian had been thinking. He was not dealing with a mindless monster. He was dealing with someone who had a name, and that name was Scar.

"Your name is Scar." Grian said, with a touch of wonder.

Both white eyes shut. It took Grian a moment to realize the Vex was attempting a smile.

"Hello Scar." Grian said. "You understand me?"

A careful nod. Keeping a safe distance away.

"Can you speak?"

Scar shook his head. Those huge claws touched the collar around his throat.

"Oh no, that's awful." Grian leaned forward on his bound hands to look closer in the darkness. "What have they done to you?"

A visible hesitation, then that razor sharp claw reached towards him, half-curled, and pointed at Grian lip.

"Oh." Grian tried to wipe away the blood on his chin, using his wrist since his hands were still bound. "I pissed them off. I was trying to get away. Didn't work, obviously."

The Vex made a breathy noise and turned away. He floated along, disappearing into the darkness, but a moment later the white eyes flashed in waiting. That same breathy noise, like a summon.

Grian figured he had little to lose at this point. He struggled to his feet, the chain on his ankle dragging on the ground as he limped forward. He followed the Vex into the darkness, where his eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light. In the corner the pit was more like a cave, with a running source of water pooling and draining out into the small cracks in the rock.

But it was running water. Grian knelt beside it and drank, throat dry and coated in copper. Then he tried to wash off all the blood from his face and clean his lip. It hurt like hell, stinging, and his bound hands didn't make it easy.

He had an audience of one, the two pricks of white watching him. He tried to shake his self-consciousness, reminding himself over and over that he had to stay calm. He had been given no reason to be afraid.

Scar came closer, and it was hard to stand beside the Vex because his presence was much larger, even when not solid. Grian felt his breath clog his throat, the ephemeral shape of a hand reaching towards his.

"What's up?" Grian asked, as the claws touched his wrist, pulling just a little. "Oh, okay."

He held his bound wrists out. Scar barely twitched his sharp claw and the ropes shredded, the bits falling to the floor.

Grian rubbed his red-ringed skin and looked at the destroyed rope, a little ill and intimidated. The Vex was that powerful, claws that sharp.

"Thank you." Grian said, carefully. "Do you want me to see if I can get your collar off?"

Scar didn't reply, but didn't move away either. Grian carefully reached up to pull on the metal, finding no visible seam. He frowned and muttered, "They must've got it on somehow."

Scar made a motion, like turning a key in a lock. Grian found the keyhole on the back of his neck and sighed.

"Sorry, I can't be more help." Grian said. "If only I had tools. I'm a great lockpick."

A low sound that Grian couldn't determine was good or bad. He stepped back from his inspection of the collar and gave Scar space, instead kneeling to inspect the chain around his own ankle. There was little they could do for that either, and Grian suspected it had tracking magic imbued in it -- the only reason he could think that they caught him leaving so quickly. If they were to attempt an escape a second time, he'd need it off first, just like they needed Scar's collar off.

"Let me think." Grian announced, and began to pace. He inspected the corners of the pit, looking at the narrow corners, the only exit being the overhead heavy metal grate. He stood underneath and stared up, heart drumming his carotid artery as he considered how fucking ridiculous the situation was. Then he walked to the other side, where Scar had been watching him initially. There was a corner, shadowed in darkness. And the dirt and rock were covered in discarded clothes -- blood stained and ripped.

Grian knew that they were from bodies Scar would've consumed and he chose to ignore that for his own sanity at the moment. Since it was the only other thing inside the pit, he began to rifle through the nest, picking up the socks and jackets to see if they had anything helpful in the pockets.

Scar appeared at his side again, a small growl.

Grian had a death wish, apparently. He held both hands up and said, "Sorry, should've asked before I just started going through your stuff. I'm just looking for anything that can help us escape. I want both of us to get out of here, okay?"

The sharpness in the white eyes backed off a little. Scar turned his head away, huffing.

"I appreciate it." Grian told him. Then returned to his task.

There was nothing useful in the pockets, they were mostly shredded beyond usefulness. He almost gave up before he found a jacket that had its sleeve held together by pins.

"Perfect." Grian breathed, a light of hope in his chest.

Grian separated the pins and kinked the metal into a more useful shape. He stuck a couple extras in his mouth and said around them, "I can try and get that off for you."

Scar didn't move. Grian climbed out of the nest and approached, the chain on his ankle dragging as he moved.

"I'm not sure if it'll work." Grian told him, holding up the pins, spitting the rest from his mouth into his hand to show. "But I'm reasonably confident I can try. Okay?"

White eyes stared. Grian had no idea what the Vex was thinking -- if this would be the moment he'd decide to turn on him, or if it was just a lack of trust. That was understandable, he didn't know Grian.

But he could pick a lock better than anyone. He waved the pins, raising an eyebrow, offering. Scar finally turned around and let Grian access the back of his collar.

It wasn't an easy lock. It was tiny, and Scar was tall so he had to reach up to work on it.

"Could you get lower for me?" Grian said, when he couldn't get the angle he needed.

Scar cast a look at him over his shoulder, glowing white, a long contemplative pause. Then his spectral figure knelt on the floor.

It was very helpful. Grian had a much better approach to the lock, and with three different pins jabbed into the collar as he worked the tumblers, he managed to pick it open. There was a hissed release, the metal thudding against the dirt.

"Yes!" Grian cheered, stomach flipping with success. He said, "Is that better?"

The Vex was still kneeling. A long, clawed finger reached out to touch the collar split on the floor. A breathy sound, almost like a laugh. Then the light surrounding him faded, and his figure solidified.

Grian's throat caught in surprise, taking a step back. The shaped glow softened into tattered wings on his back, becoming a tall man with bluish grey skin and hair. Eyes still snow-white, but now fanned with lashes and eye crinkles. Pointed ears, teeth still sharp, nails pointed to claws, but otherwise Scar had a real form, one might mistake for a person if you were dumb enough to ignore all the signs that he was incredibly dangerous.

Still on his knees, Scar raised his chin to Grian and said in a very unused rasp, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Grian replied, dumbfounded. He hadn't been expecting that. He watched the long whip tail flicker. The same scars crossing his face in the spectral form carried over to the flesh one.

"You should get that off too." Scar said, pointing to the shackle on Grian's ankle.

"Yeah, right. Of course." Grian gathered up all the pins he'd dropped, forgetting entirely that Scar wasn't the only one trapped. "You were stuck like that?"

"Mhm." Scar stood, stretching with a long pull, like a very big dangerous cat. The tattered wings expanded to their full wingspan and it just about took Grian's breath away.

"How long?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Longer than I'd like to admit." Scar said, and turned to give Grian a smile with his many teeth. "You're an angel."

"Pleasure." Grian replied, throat dry. Oh no, he had a deathly good charm. He ducked his reddening face to focus on trying to accomplish the same feat for himself.

Scar stalked the length of the pit while Grian worked. He stood underneath the grate and stared up into the light, a frown on his face, tail flicking irritably behind him.

"Are they going to come back for you?" Scar asked.

"They were hoping you'd kill me." Grian reminded him.

"They usually just drop dead bodies in here. And I eat them because it's not like they're getting any deader. But I wasn't going to attack you if you weren't a threat." Scar told him, cavalier.

"They think you're a monster so they will assume I'm dead."

"I am a monster." Scar smiled, all his horrible teeth on display. "But not the kind they want. What did they do to you?"

Grian thought about the cell he'd been locked in, the problems he'd caused himself, the disciplines and punishments and gaslighting over long periods. The chilled smiles and bruises around his wrist. He said, "What didn't they do?"

"I'll kill them for you." Scar offered.

Grian dropped the pin he was trying to hold. He said, "I don't need you to do that. I just want to get out of here."

"We can do that." Scar said.

It was stupid, but Grian's hands were shaking and he couldn't manage to get his own shackle off. He exhaled, mind running a mile ahead of him, and placed the pins on the floor for a minute to calm down.

"Am I scaring you?" Scar asked.

"No. Yes. I'm just having a very long day." Grian rubbed his bruised wrists, feeling every beat of his heart throughout his whole body, but especially his split lip. It was bleeding again, sluggish and slow, and he kept sucking the swollen thing and making it worse.

"Grian, you said your name was?" Scar stopped roving the length of the pit and came to sit beside him. Legs tucked underneath him. He had an old dusty coat and tight pants but no shirt and no shoes. Even with the bluish grey hue, he had a very nice chest. It was currently eye level and Grian made an effort to lift his chin and look Scar in the eye. A ringed white iris pinned back at him, searching his face.

Grian swallowed, "Yeah. Was I right? Scar?"

"That's me." Scar smiled, a little crooked, a peak of fangs, and it was hopelessly endearing.

Grian felt his heart beat harder, and this time the fear entangled with something else incredibly complicated. His mouth was dry. His sense was left somewhere else.

"How'd you end up here?" Scar inquired, picking up the pins off the floor and offering them to Grian, urging him to continue trying to free himself.

Trembling fingers took the pins and he ducked over his leg as he worked, hair covering his face. He said, annoyed, "They took me from my home. I don't know how long ago it was now. They were trying to get me to become one of them. It didn't take. What about you?"

"Wrong place, wrong time, I guess. I was overconfident that I couldn't be caught. They had more power than I considered." Scar said, shooting an annoyed look at the collar discarded on the ground.

"They're annoyingly resourceful." Grian agreed. The pin he was working with broke and he swore. He took a minute to dislodge the broken piece and manipulate a new pin into the right shape. Scar watched him work, eyes tracking, contemplative. Then Grian managed to get that satisfying click and eagerly shook the shackle off.

"But you are more resourceful than them." Scar praised.

Grian helplessly flashed a smile, shaky, and bent over his knee to breathe. He said, "Can I just have a bit to rest before we go? I'm so tired."

Scar shrugged, tattered wings flexing behind his shoulders. "Won't make a difference either way. They think you're dead and they don't visit me."

Grian nodded dazedly and moved to sit in the horrible nest of dead people's clothes, back against the wall and trying to breathe. He hadn't realized how much a weight the shackle was until it was gone, the binding magic disappearing into the air. They couldn't track him anymore. They couldn't contain Scar. A couple metal pins from the people the Watcher's had killed would be the same thing that freed them.

Rest wouldn't be easy with all the jittering adrenaline. He eyed the grate, with the light going pale with the growing night. He said, "They don't visit?"

"They do not." Scar agreed, moving and kicking the shackle idly as he passed, coming to sit beside Grian. "But if today is the day that changes, I will be awake to alert you."

Grian swallowed. He was drained and heavy. He wasn't sure this was a good idea, if he should've just pushed through.

Scar sensed his hesitation and tipped his head towards him. "Grian, you have given me back my voice and my physical form. I will protect you with my life."

That was a solemn vow, a painful one, a dangerous one. To have the favour of a monster.

"Soon we will have our freedom too. But it has been a very long day for you, and you need your strength. Rest and I will keep an eye out for anyone who seeks to harm you." Scar promised, shifting and lifting a leathery wing in offer.

Grian stared at him, unsure, but emboldened by his words. He carefully leaned into Scar's side and let the wing shield him, wrapping him in warmth.

He shut his eyes, body hyperaware, tense and waiting for something. Nothing came. He breathed carefully in and out, as the warmth seeped into his skin, as Scar's watchful eye protected him, and sleep felt like he was giving away something. Something vulnerable and coveted. He would never use the word trust, not after what he'd been through. But there wasn't a better word coming to mind.

Sleep was spotty and uneven, and came with a very distinct feeling of being chased, even if the images didn’t solidify into such. But everytime his mind came to the surface, the secure wrap of the wing around him bathed his mind in reassurance.

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if/when i finish part 2, i may just post the whole thing to ao3. spirit willing.

#scarian #hermitshipping #fic stuff #rem askbox #scarian monsterfucker au #cheers szad for the prompt and help when i crawled into your dm's trying to figure out vex!scar

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petrichor-reminiscence · 21 hours

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Don't you mean parabola of mystery? /j

close!

but i think you're referring to the circle of confusion ;)

#rem's askbox #red vs blue #rem rambles #rvb

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toxicyaoilover · 9 months

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Does he think his mirror touch synesthesia is similar to Saiki's psychometry as they both can process what other people do as if they are doing it themselves?

i definitely think thats a fun connection to make!!

its for sure limited, though— i always read saiki's abilities to experience sensations as a more mental and emotional thing, while shin's would be purely physical.

if i let myself think about saiki's psychometry to include physical sensations then yeah! they would probably be incredibly similar. if, while using psychometry on someone, he feels the exact same tap on the shoulder or jab in the side that they do, then it would be very similar to mirror-touch synesthesia!

#thanks for letting me ramble rem ur awesome ❤️#the freak speaks #saiki no psi nan #kittys askbox #oc: shin'ichi kaneko

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tmgstudios · 2 years

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[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]

i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering.

narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!

narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should.

this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night

so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative.

my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day

TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist

[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]

#GIRL HELP I KEEP FINDING TYPOS/GRAMMER ERRORS AFTER IT ALREADY HAS SO MANY REBLOGS #narcolepsy #narcoleptic #sleep disorder #chronic fatigue #disabilty awareness #narcolepsy awareness #disability #disabled #please reblog. i really dont want this to flop lol i am So Passionate about this stuff

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boopiddyboop · 1 year

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Random ATEEZ astrology: a newbie’s inconclusive study

With nothing but caffeine and 3 hours of sleep fueling me, I have finally written down my initial observations about Ateez’s charts- a pet project I started 4 days ago due to jet lag. Its almost drunk astrology, but with REM cycles ❤️

(I’ve seen this gif so many times in my research I love it so much)

-So everyone knows Seonghwa has an Aries stellium, right? But I haven’t seen anyone mentioning that all of those placements are combust (combusted? Being combust by?) his sun. His Mars, Saturn, and Mercury are all being hidden in some way. With it being in the 10th house… I’d say it’s his work that keeps him feeling like he can express himself properly. Really feels the pressure of keeping his idol image, probably.

-I don’t have a grasp of what personalities each of the members has, specifically in who is the scariest when they’re angry, but by chart? You could not pay me to fuck with Yunho. Scorpio rising AND Aries Sun being ruled… by Mars in Scorpio. I know Seonghwa is “Mars” (love a good wordplay), but Yunho…wow. Warrior boy. Don’t let that Pisces Mercury throw you off. (And with that Gemini Moon he kind of gives me similar vibes to Jimin from BTS).

-Speaking of Scorpios and Gemini Moons… hey Hongjoong. Capricorn rising this time though- everyone I’ve known with that placement has had … less than ideal relationships with their family (specifically fathers). I know he has a brother he seems close with (thank you, Jupiter in the Pisces 3rd house), but that Saturn in Aries in the 4th. If he’s on good terms with his dad these days, it’s definitely something they had to work hard for.

-Yeosang is so pretty. Like, he’s not even my type and yet. There’s no astrology observation to go with this point, it’s just an objective statement. Would love to hear guesses on his rising.

-San has a similar chart to several of my exes. So there’s that. Also love seeing the Scorpio Mars make a reappearance; what a manly group, at least image wise 😂

-Mingi with the Leo sun, Cancer Moon. It’s just ~much~. Offhand, I’d guess Gemini Rising for him, throwing that Jupiter/Saturn in Taurus into the 12th house. Poor baby.

-and with our last birthtime (though I think this one is provided by his brother, so slightly unconfirmed), we have Wooyoung. Fire 3rd house and Scorpio Mercury strike me as very ~fun~. His only mutable sign (Sun in Sagittarius) being ruled by Jupiter in Aries… boy is not a passive participant in things.

-A Saturn in Gemini makes me feel old, looking at Jongho’s chart. Of everyone, I know his personality the least, but there’s gotta be some kind of benefic going on with his Mercury/3rd house… he’s got a very pretty voice ❤️

If I’ve missed something, or you want me to elaborate on a point, feel free to harass me in the askbox ~ I’ve got the time and delirium right now 😊

#ateez #ateez astrology #Hongjoong #Seonghwa #San #Mingi #Yunho #Yeosang #Wooyoung #jongho #astrology #K-pop #K-pop astrology

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chris-continues · 1 year

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HI HI HI YOU ASKED FOR ASKBOX IDEAS UHM.. UHM UMHMMHUHMM U SHOULD EXPAND MORE ON THAT TENNIS HC FOR NAI HEHE /nf

HEHEH OK HC TIME IM GONNA CONSULT MAGGIE ON THIS @cowboylivio

Tennis Player Knives

Continued w/ hcs + brief hs au lore

-he takes his sport seriously. Never misses a practice, he’s devoted to his sport.

-originally did it for the scholarships and the fact it would look good for college, but he does admittedly grow a passion for it

-in hs au, both him and Vash are adopted by Rem, and by junior year Rem passes due to a car accident (Vash loses his arm) (both him and Vash are basically emancipated and have to work and live in a shit apartment)

-he hates the rich snobs in the sport and proves to be better than them every. Single. Time.

-he’s intimidating, and harbors an intense aura. He’s not a dick, (good sportsmanship and isn’t like- mean or anything) but he does get competitive.

-freshman year, top of JV, sophomore year, he’s a sub for varsity

-tennis is a great way for him to release anger, esp since junior year was a hard year for him.

-he’s a bit awkward when it comes to anything team related, and not cold just.. frigid, but he does learn to grow fond of the family dynamic they build

-if they have to play in pairs he def works best w/ Vash. They’re an unstoppable duo.

-also he puts electrocyte drops in his water

-has a diet best suited to his taste and the sport

-he likes having arm bands

-compression shirts (they’re comfortable and help w muscle tone)

#tennis player knives #Trigun highschool au #hs au knives #chris writes #modern au #Trigun #trigun headcanons #knives headcanons #millions knives #knives millions #cw death #drabble #headcanons #hcs #headcanon #nai saverem

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eusuntgratie · 3 months

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I’m going to admit to being a complete dumbasssssss……. Ok, here goes, for the LONGEST time, I thought your pic, the big one on your page, the big drawing (I don’t know what that one’s called, rem, I’m a dumbass,) was Nolan Patrick!!!!! And THEN,,,,,thennnnnnnn, I saw a post you you put up awhile back that it’s Bucky? Is that who it is? I don’t watch marvel stuff. Is Bucky Marvel? Superheroes stuff at the very least {{hand waves}} 🧐 all I know is that I found out it wasn’t Nolpat and had a small breakdown 😹 okkkkk. That’s it. That’s the comment. Yes, I’m embarrassed for me too. {{{{alsoooooo, I still pretend it’s Nolpat never mind Nolpat’s hair isn’t that dark, etc 💀}}}}

Regardless, I love YOU and your TKNP writing!! Yes, I know it’s 2024 and TKNP no longer “lives” but they DO. In my mind! Delusional dumbass, rem 🥴 but alsoooooo Nolpat visited the PEG for TK in the year of of 2024 sooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕

ajsdf;lkasdlfkjasf hey nonnie!

you are not a dumbass - we just all see our blorbos everywhere, don't we!

my header IS bucky barnes (not nolpat), lovingly drawn by the incredible @luckycl0ve (his patreon is hereeeeee!).

bucky is from marvel, yes! he's my og blorbo and half of my first ship (stucky) that i was really feral for (and the first ship i wrote for, though i haven't written them much). i fell for him in the captain america movies, particularly captain america: the winter soldier.

thank you so much! i still love tknp and i'm not done writing them i don't think. i've got two wips for them i hope to finish once i get through some other projects.

and yes, the dash was ALIVE after that tweet. the things i would do for a photo from that locker room!

If, like me, you are still spinning about it, definitely go check out Play Me That Song One More Time that the lovely @puckingfabulous just dropped!!

my askbox is always open - come say hi or ask me about my wips <3

#hey nonnie 🥰#ask grace #bucky barnes #luckycl0ve #puckingfabulous #tknp

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szintalikedthat · 1 year

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Hello! I’m very interest in playlist requests :) I hope you don’t mind this is sort of two requests- if you know of any, I’d like songs that fit the vibes of these two characters and their dynamic. So it could be one or three playlists! Though I’d like to hear which is which

The Corbin is a very odd critter, as most are- ray sticks rare nose where it shouldn’t be, so ray often gets in trouble… ray do magic tricks (poorly) and arson (worse). Rare a triple S villain (Silly! Stupid! Sacrilegious!)

But ray also has a very superstitious side, and it most often comes up around Voyzuv. See, Corbin’s life used to be a lot better than it is- ray was powerful, if not respected, and now rare just a shell of remself.

And Voyzuv, in Corbin’s eyes, only exists to keep rem repressed. Ray can’t stand that Rat, so ray keeps all these warding spells and protection charms- they don’t work, of course, but it doesn’t stop Corbin from trying.

(2 songs that fit rem are the main character by will wood and way out there by lord huron!)

(also, ray/rem/rare are Story based neopronouns >:))

This is the other character for that request!

Voyzuv is a simple little creature who would love nothing more than to curl up in the coziest place it can find and make art, read book, nap- but, unfortunately, in order to have those cozy places the world needs to have some sense of order. Unfortunately, as the Voice Of Reason, it’s Voyzuv’s job to keep that order.

In trying to chase ghosts of a past that wasn’t all that good anyway, Corbin could seriously fuck things up. So, of course, Voyzuv occasionally needs to step in.

It feels bad for Corbin. It’s hardly Corbin’s fault ray were made this way, but everyone has their role and Voyzuv will play its part as Corbin does rare own.

(2 songs that fit it are tarigrade by cosmo sheldrake and my ragneesh by sufjan stevens)

Anon. To be born in the same timeline as you. To receive all of this in my askbox, for free. Like some sort of trickster god you dropped this story into my inbox nameless, for me to be blessed, and cursed. Because truly, now i will never know what happened to Corbin and Voyzuv and i will wonder for the rest of my life. Where are the 5 seasons of this?! I want you to remember me when you sign your 5 movie deal of the Corbin-Voyzuv Cinematic Universe that i was your first fan.

When trickster gods call, cowards may run, but I answer. And i feel like there is a lot to unpack here (complimentary) but can we just stop for a moment to appreciate the poetic beauty of Ray, Rem, Rare Pronouns. They are like words!!! The poetry! I'm losing my mind.

Anyway.

You asked for possibly three playlists. And in the end I made you just the one... but in turn i made it extra long (im aiming for 5-8 songs usually, not more) and i put a TON of effort into it with an extremely detailed and high concept. I think you will not be disappointed.

Corbin vs Voyzuv: The Playlist, The Mirror, The Movie!

See, Corbin and Voyzuv reminded me of two of my OCs. They are not really like real people, as they are both a little extreme of what makes them them, and they were intentionally crafted to be polar opposites that for some strange reason cannot let go of each other... because in reality, even in their surface differences, in some kind of overarching way They Are The Same... like a mirror image.

The reason why the playlist is called a "mirror" is because it works in the following way: it's split down in the middle, the upper half for Corbin and the lower for Voyzuv, but each song has a corresponding counterpart on the opposing end of the playlist that is The Same Song, but The Other One. So its more like two playlists welded together on one side, and I hope for their interaction to emerge sort of... metatextually from the way that the song pairs are interact. In the end, the playlist comes together in a song that has no pair because it is a perfect intersection between them both... finally proving my thesis statement that even though they are very different people with extremely different goals and personalities, They Are Somehow Deep Down The Same.

The playlist is shaped in this mirror way as I described but I'm going to discuss the songs in pairs because it will be easier to talk about it that way. I think you can listen to this playlist in the mirror-way and also the paired-up way and both of them will give a well formed, varied experience, which I am very proud of.

I highlighted the songs that you recommended. Btw i can't believe that i didn't think of this but that was SUCH a good idea that you gave me songs to work with. They not only gave the backbone of the concept, effectively doing almost half the job for me, but also offered me a good gauge on what genres of music you are looking for. It made everything SO much easier.

Pyre - Son Lux

My Rajneesh - Sufjan Stevens

I want you to know that this was the spark that started the entire concept. I was listening to My Rajneesh and i was thinking... oh, I know a song that is exactly the same... just with arson. So, perfectly fitting for Corbin. The rest is history.

Bury Me Face Down - grandson

Tardigrade Song - Cosmo Sheldrake

I think that... oh, this is kind of a difficult concept for me to explain, but do you know this concept from psychology... Okay, i gave up and googled it. I didnt know the name for it but i'm thinking about the Johari Window Model. So, for example, you have things that you know about yourself but you hide from everyone - or things that you dont know about yourself but they are obvious to other people. Well, what I'm thinking of, is that this is their Arena Song. Which is to say that this is the motto that they tell themselves to live by, and what they are also perceived as. This is true but also not the full truth. I think it would also be interesting to explore how much that perception has shaped their own internal narrative and why they settled into this narrative specifically.

The Main Character - Will Wood

Inexplicable - The Correspondents

Speaking of narratives, I would like to imagine that they both have this sense of awareness in the back of their minds that they are being observed each as characters in their own stories, and i mean this both the in-universe person way and the fourth wall breaking made up OC way.

We Are Number One - Tardigrade Inferno

Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright

No, this is exactly what you think it is. First of all, you said it yourself that one of the three S's is Silly. Secondly, this is entirely your fault for putting tardigrades into my mind. You brought this upon yourself. As for my choice for Voyzuv, i have no explanation that i can clearly put into reasoning, I thought about it long and hard what Meme Song should i assign to it, and this is what i felt in my heart and soul. I just know it that i'm correct, and you do too.

I'm Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Lightworker - Devin Townsend

For one, these are songs about what I think keeps your characters motivated. But also, these songs are both a Gift. The first one, with much love, from the playlist of one of my OCs who, much like Corbin, Does Not Know When To Quit. And the second one i wanted to put here because after hearing My Rajneesh i was under the impression that you would LOVE Devin Townsend. Well, he's an incredibly varied artist, even switching genres mid-song is not unheard of with him. But there is a specific type of Devin Townsend Type of Song that you would really like, imo. Like this one.

Way Out There - Lord Huron

Sleepwalk - Forrest Day

In my perception this song was about some of Corbin's deep down fears that ray are, somewhat unaware, trying to run away from with a matchstick in rare hand. So this is for them the song of the Blind Spot. Voyzuv sounds like a deep down very anxious person who has a lot of fear especially about losing control. Sleepwalking i want you to understand as more of a metaphor, for being so reactive and fear-motivated and yet completely oblivious to it all. But it kinda works I think.

Godspeed - Shayfer James

Human (Acoustic) - Rag'n'Bone Man

This is what i think each would tell the other one if they could, but for some reason they probably never do.

Iconic - PrototypeRaptor

I was thinking about it for a long time what should be their overlapping song in the middle, with no answer, but then I thought, maybe I'm not seeing the forest from the trees. This song is clearly about Corbin, but it also kinda works from Voyzuv's perspective, like it is told from their viewpoint I mean? And it bops so hard. Which means that it could both be a reinvigorating, refreshing center to a playlist just before it would lose momentum, or an upbeat and catchy farewell.

So, that would be it, my dear trickster figure. I think the hardest part was that I'm not that familiar with the genre that I perceive you were looking for, and some of the songs on the playlist I also heard for the first time ever when I found them, which took a lot of research. But thanks to you now I also have a few new favorites and I really hope overall the playlist will be to your satisfaction.

#music #playlist request #playlist prompt #oc playlist #playlist #mine

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normalcomu · 3 years

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rem

Cute maid!

#myart #my art #re:zero #rem #askbox #anon #thank you anon!

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hailstormingsworld · 3 years

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PLEASE

REVIVE

ASK

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IM BORED AND HAVE MOTIVATION PLSPSLSPSLSPSLSPLS

You can ask Lucid, Rem, Ramune, Persephone, ANY OF THE SHAPED RIBBON CREW, Us, Tempest, or ANY OF MY OCS IDC PLS JUST REVIVE MY ASK BLOG IM BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

#art #lucid dreams #ask lucid #askbox #oc #rem dreams #undertale #undertale au #ask lucid dreams #ask blog

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remedyturtles · 1 month

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*gremlin noises*

GASP

holy shit!!!! WOAH!!!!!!!! i love it so much!!!! thank you for sharing the pictures, that is AWESOME!

#fic stuff #death wish #rem askbox #i am sitting next to the handbound copy of dw that i received for christmas and immediately burst into tears over LMAO

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remwrites · 1 year

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AU where Scar wins 3rd Life on accident? (we know he was never gonna win on purpose)

hmm

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Scar wished he could say it was the first time he'd soaked Jellie's fur with tears.

In reality, she'd probably bore a lot more of Scar's mental load than was really healthy to put on a cat. She was his whole soul and sanity. He clung to her, sobbing so hard he couldn't feel his own fingertips.

When he'd come back from Third Life, respawning with a jarring plummet back into his bed, Scar hadn't moved from that spot. The weight of everything that happened crushed him, compressing his chest.

Then it snapped. And he just started bawling.

Jellie found him quickly. She leapt up, distressed, meowing at the top of her lungs and worming under his arms. Scar hid his face in her soft fur and cried with earnest. Cried with misery and guilt and shame.

He hadn't wanted to kill Grian. He hadn't meant to. He'd wanted to take the fall, to give Grian the win. It didn't matter if Scar died, but it mattered so fucking much if Grian did.

And he'd failed even that, the only thing he could think was that Grian must've depleted his health before they fought, because there was no way such meger hits could've won the game.

Won. Scar was still numb to the feeling, because victory had never felt more like defeat, like devastation. His partner, his better half, the one who undeniably carried him through the game. Grian deserved to win. Scar never should've so much as raised a fist to him, he should've grabbed that sword when it kissed his throat and thrust it through his trachea before either of them could think twice.

Instead he had the afterimage burnt into his retinas of the expression on Grian's face when he killed him. It was a grimace, pain, it was resignation.

It was the light of the universe going out. It was all the stars fading to black. It was all the molecules stolen from his lungs.

It was Scar and bloody fingers and a pounding headache. Alone. There was no greater punishment than a man who lived for others to stand there, bloody and alone.

The tears tore holes through Scar as they fell. He couldn't breathe as the sobs punched with such power. Jellie gave a distressed yowl but it did nothing to halt the tide. He was home, he was safe, he wasn't there anymore. It didn't matter anymore. It was all reset.

It had never mattered more. Scar was beginning to feel light headed. Oceans sank and rose in the fluid of his brain. Every moment he felt like he might catch his breath he had a flash of Grian's face and it all broke down again, body struggling to keep up with the muscles pushing the force of his cries.

Scar tried to tell himself he wasn't alone, he had Jellie. He hadn't done anything irreparable, Grian would be alive in his own base right then. His fingers weren't bloody, but he couldn't see clearly enough through the tears to prove it.

He never wanted to hurt Grian. His partner. His G. The echo of his laughter, sharp like a shriek when he was truly overtaken with joy. The light of his cutting gaze meeting his, a spark of conspiracy. The feel of his hands, leaving trails of goosebumps and the gift of a lingering touch. Loyalty beyond what he ever expected, skill and wit more than he could've achieved on his own, and beauty beyond compare.

All killed by Scar.

The ocean relentlessly renewed its pound against the shore, salt water washing over, the rush behind his eyes. Now painful and burning, the tremble of his lips trying to gasp for air, the shake of his limbs from dizzy inhales.

Jellie squirmed from his grip, leaping from his arms. Something vulnerable collapsed inside him, red eyes looking up to chase her with a desperate and devastated look, only to find she was escaping to greet their visitor.

"Oh, Scar." Grian said.

Scar licked his lips and failed to hide his shaking sobs.

Grian sighed, and climbed onto the respawn bed Scar had never left and took the spot that Jellie had vacated. Inserting himself in Scar's arms and hugging around his back, pressing his nose into Scar's shoulder and muttering, "Sorry. I couldn't let you die."

"You tricked me." Scar gasped.

"I thought it would be better if you won." Grian sounded sorry, at least, like he hadn't been expecting this kind of reaction.

"You thought wrong." Scar said, fervent, and took a horrible moment to squeeze the life out of the man he killed. It made him cry harder.

Grian said nothing more, merely letting Jellie join them, and not complaining when Scar made absolutely no move to let him go as he cried.

ETA: there is now a longer version of this on ao3

#scarian #rem askbox #fic stuff #this is v messy #bc i am projecting you get scar fucking crying

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