#rip my skin off daily thx !

[mountotter]

i am going to chemically castrate the next person to call me brave/confident or uses me as inspiration porn for just being out as trans lol

#my coworker this morning: ur T video came up on my fyp and i literally cried #she was like it juts makes me soooo happy #like girl stfu i am literally just documenting me not wanting to like #rip my skin off daily thx ! #cannot believe i let myself date someone who opened w that too #shoulda seen the thinly veiled transphobia from the beginning #the performative 'allyship'...... yeesh #time to finally put cis people to rest and be t4t forever #good GOD

[cc-kouga-blog]

These Are The Days 6/9

For @quietrook

One Sunday after church, Ronan finally talked to Declan about his plans. His older brother gave him a complicated stare. It was 1% incredulous, 1% disbelief and 98% pride. Ronan had trouble dealing with a proud Declan. For so many years the only emotions he inspired in Declan was disapproval and disgust. It was a sobering moment for Ronan, to see the genuine smile on the oldest Lynch’s face. More so when it echoed the smile Niall Lynch used to give his middle son. It reminded Ronan that Declan was as much as his father’s son as Ronan himself.

“I can help with the business plans and the licenses. But how are you going to separate the farm with this?” Declan made a motion to indicate the Barns and it’s many dream secrets.

Ronan brought out the schematic farm plan he had made with Adam’s help and spread it on the kitchen table. The Lynches property was vast and it gave plenty of space between the Barns and the proposed farm. Ronan and Adam had planned it so the farm would have its own access road, water source and electric line. The farm could operate independently without anyone coming close to the Barns. Declan gave him another smile and approving look.

“So you’ve been thinking about this seriously.” He remarked as he poured over the paper.

“Yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t bring it to you.” Ronan said with only half his usual barb.

Declan only hummed in response. Then he pulled out his phone and scroll through his contacts.

“I’ll start calling people on Monday. In the meantime, you need to set up a bank accounts and get in touch with an accountant.” Declan tapped some more. “There. I’ve sent you the numbers for the local bank and an accountant firm.”

“Okay.” Ronan grunted. His relationship with Declan was better, but it hadn’t reached a point where he can say ‘thank you’ without wanting to wash his mouth afterward.

When it was time to leave, Declan gripped both of Ronan’s shoulders. “I’m proud of you.” Then he kissed Ronan’s cheek and climb into his Volvo.

Ronan made a show of wiping his cheek, but once the car was out of sight, he gave in to the urge to grin. He used to think of his future in a somewhat abstract way, re-build Cabeswater, raise Opal, marry Adam. But now, he had a more concrete way of building up his future, shaping it into one he wanted and could have. It felt big, it felt significant, and he was ready for it.

Three months later, Ronan Niall Lynch was the proud owner of Lynch Farm. Declan must have pulled some strings to get all the licenses and permits issued so quickly. Ronan sent Adam a pic of Opal holding up the legal papers.

‘We might just survive if this brat can keep herself from eating the important looking papers.’

Adam’s reply was a pic of himself surrounded by piles of books.

‘I might just survive if these books can keep from eating me.’

Feeling mischievous, Ronan sent another pic of himself sticking his tongue out obscenely.

‘The question is, can you survive me eating you out?’

To which Adam sent a selfie of himself glaring at the camera, cheeks flushed, middle finger raised.

‘Fuck you Lynch. I’m blocking your number until I’m done with my tests.’

Two minutes later another text from Adam arrived.

‘And I would totally survived it. The question is, can you survive me swallowing you whole?’

Ronan had to groan and locked himself in the bathroom after that.

***

It took another month for Ronan to find a contractor to begin the construction of the farm. For the long term, Ronan had planned for several barns, hothouses and cabins. The cabins would eventually housed the workers, with one intended to be the office, although it would have a bedroom and a small kitchenette tucked in the back for his personal use.

For the first stage, Ronan had the contractor built the road and put up all the fences, but only built one barn, one hothouse and a cabin for himself. He would build the rest once he was more familiar with running a farm.

When everything was ready, Ronan went to buy the rest of what he needed to truly become a farmer. He bought packets of seeds, natural pesticides and fertilizers and the farm machines. He had his sight on a BCS two wheel tractor and it’s various implements. Once it arrived, Ronan took a picture of it and sent it to Adam.

‘My new Italian ride.’

‘What happened to the German one?’

‘I can’t fucking use her to till my farm Parrish.’

‘Is it a Lambo or a Porsche?’

‘It’s BCS you fucker.’

‘Huh. Bought it, or?’

‘Stole it from my fucking neighbor.’

‘Don’t turn me into your accomplice you asshole!’

‘Too late for that Parrish. They’ll know to pick you up if I get caught.’

‘Not if I turn you in first.’

‘Fucking traitor.’

‘Did you mean fucking tractor?’

Ronan laughed and sent Adam a pic of him shirtless, pushing the BCS.

‘I hope that’s not how you plan on doing your farming.’

‘Why not? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of my tractor?’

‘I’d like to see your Irish pale ass skin handle the sun Lynch.’

‘You like my Irish pale ass.’

Adam’s reply was a pic he took in front of the bathroom mirror. Adam was clearly just stepped out of the shower. His tan skin was gleaming with water and his towel was wrapped so low around his hips.

‘How do you like this?’

Ronan had to curse and scrambled back to his room for some privacy. He needed to appreciate the perfection that was Adam’s Parrish body, and he’d rather do it alone and behind locked door.

***

Three months later, Ronan overnighted a box full of his first harvests to Adam. He sent several heads of lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers. Two days later, he received a pic of Adam and his entryway buddies sitting around the common room. Each was holding a bowl of salad and a thumbs up.

‘Thx for the veggies. Do you think you can send us pumpkins and strawberries next?’

Ronan’s reply was a pic of him and Opal standing in front of a farmer market stall. There was a sign reading ‘Lynch Farm’ and several neat rows of vegetables off to the side.

‘We’ll see.’

***

For Adam and Ronan, there was one good thing about being in a long distance relationship. Though the separation was hard, it inadvertently cut their fighting time by a lot. Between Adam’s studies and jobs and Ronan’s farm, they didn’t really have much spare time, so whenever their free time aligned, Adam and Ronan spent it being as sappy as they could get away with, which was a lot. (Still, both vehemently denied of being a sap.)

They still bicker with each other, mostly through texts, but somehow it always ended up in shirtless pics being sent back and forth. Which led to sexting. Which led to either boy locking themselves in their room to relieve the tension.

Whenever they talk on the phone, it was always about hundreds other mundane things. They would talk about Opal or about the latest pic the Gansey trio sent them. They would gossip about Adam’s classmates and Ronan’s farmer market friends. They would commiserate over essays and the sudden shortage of manure in Henrietta. They would complain about nice customers and rude costumers. They would trade videos of their daily life. Adam waiting in line to get food at Annenberg Hall, sunrise as seen from the Barn’s rooftop, Adam doing a handstand, Ronan and Opal doing a handstand.

Some nights, they would Skype but have no conversation. Adam would study and got lost in his books, while Ronan finished his modules or re-reading his notes at the other end. They were too busy to talk, but it was nice to look up once in a while and saw your boyfriend’s face not one feet away though physically they were hundreds of miles away. It made the distance bearable.

There were days when one of them were too tired or too busy to even send a text, and that happened more often than both liked. Ronan hated those days. Those were the days where his doubts crept in and the ‘what ifs’ returned with vengeance. On those days, Ronan would take the BMW out and raced her on the backwater roads of Virginia. The older Aglionby boys knew better than to go against the charcoal gray car, and the newer ones who never even heard of Ronan Lynch’s name learned their lessons soon enough.

It was a good way of taking his mind off things. The adrenaline rush was enough to ease the restless energy thrumming under his skin and come morning light, all his doubts would seem silly. Especially when his phone had one message from Adam waiting to be opened. It was a pic of Adam in bed, wearing Ronan’s shirt, all sleepy eyed and mussed hair.

‘Thinking of you.’

Ronan saved the pic and started his day with a smile.

For Adam, days where he didn’t get in touch with Ronan in one way or another left him feeling guilty. It felt like he was forgetting Ronan or something. He knew it was irrational to feel that way, especially because they were two grown ups who built their relationship based on trust and mutual understanding.

The nights were the worst because that was when the dreams assaulted him. He often dreamed that wretched day where his hands wrapped around Ronan’s neck, robbing him of air, leaving bruises in their wake. He would wake up gasping, hands grasping the sheet so tight he almost ripped it.

Nights like those he was tempted to call Ronan even if it was three in the fucking morning. Most of the times, his finger was one tap away from making the call, but he always pushed down the urge. Ronan slept little enough as it was, Adam didn’t want to deprive him any further.

Instead, Adam would take off his clothes and wear one of Ronan’s shirt. He would take out the toy car and spin the wheels, letting the music filled his silent room. He would take out the photo album and looked at the smiling faces of his family. He would take out his phone and browse through the many pics Ronan sent him. It calmed him enough that he could finally drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt half better already. Then his phone pinged, signaling an incoming message. It was a selfie of Ronan and Opal. Opal was holding up a box of strawberries and they both were smiling ear to ear.

‘You fuckers are gonna love my strawberries.’

Adam laughed and forwarded only the pic to his group chat.

‘Strawberries are on their way.’

Adam prepared for class and he could already taste the strawberry on his tongue.

#pynch secret santa #quietrook #tatd

[incorrectexoquotes]

Hi I'm new to exo and there's so many members (not that I'm complaining) I was wondering if u can tell me about the personalities and distinct features to help me remember their names??? Thx~ Also I understand their used to be 12 members and if u can include the ex-members that would the dope~

IM LATE BUT BUCKLE UP BABE WE’RE IN FOR A RIDE THIS IS LONG

sehun: he is the baby of the group a very tall very handsome baby, noodly limbs but like….graceful noodle because he’s a great dancer so he’s like those dancing noodles in front of gas stations, he makes fun of everyone and probably roasts all of exo daily but he’s a big baby so he loves his boys a lot and probably cries while watching lilo and stitch because ohana means family and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten, he has terrible selfie skills and has a thing for white girls (nothing wrong with liking white girls but he liked a kylie jenner thing once ??? i guess god doesn’t give with two hands?) , sometimes he looks mean as hell but remember he is just a big baby please handle with care

kai: his real name is jongin, he has beautiful tan skin and he is living proof that god really DOES give with two hands because he is both beautiful and also sweet as hell and also handsome and sarcastic funny??, during interviews he’s always staring intently at the person talking because he doesn’t want to miss a single word like what kind of Angel™?, his only flaw is that he doesn’t like wearing socks and he’d probably fall asleep in ur lap whenever possible at the most inopportune moments, he dances Great and the way he moves his body??? boy was born for the stage he draws your eyes immediately during performances, he has fluffy lips and fluffy hair and the deadliest Gaze when he looks straight into the camera, obsessed with dogs he has like 3 and he’d steal sehun’s dog vivi if he could lets be real maybe he’s just a bunch of dogs operating a human suit in order to take over the world? plausible theory, one time he had to be locked in a room by the staff so he’d stay and finish his vlive broadcast, all he does is laugh that cute dorky laugh (search it up because i’m literally sitting here typing this and hearing his laugh in my head it’s so distinct and memorable wow), he’s probably a goddamn hipster and into slam poetry…love it

D.O.: aka kyungsoo, literally good at EVERYTHING he does, dancing??? YES!!! singing??? a LEGEND! acting???? A KING OF KINGS WHERE THE OSCAR AT??!!!!, pretends he hates exo but he actually runs fyexo on the side, probably has his calendar filled out with the release dates of all of the other member’s solo stuff so he can listen/watch right away and then pretend like he didn’t because he cares more than anyone but he’s not about to show it, has pretty heart-shaped lips and big eyes and never dyes his hair a different color anymore it’s always black, recently got a terrible haircut that tested my love but then he showed his forehead and the world was good again, born january 12 1993 which is also the day zayn malik was born and i wholeheartedly believe there is a Reason for this, has the softest smoothest chocolaty velvet voice on earth and i could listen to him say baby girl and senorita for the rest of my life, BIG SMILE, people talk about satansoo and maybe he’s evil because he’s a capricorn and short as hell (therefore full of lots of inner anger) but i truly believe he’s just a small bean with a big smile and a bigger heart who’s kinda into platonic bdsm

chanyeol: oh boy where do we start, main rapper, a meme, got big ass eyes, a very tall baby but in the sense that he’s like 85% legs 20% ears and 50% In His Feelings At All Times, cries about everything, he’s allergic to dogs and cats but he Endures the pain just so he can hold his family dog like………that’s cute, he’s noodly and not even a graceful noodle just 85% noodle legs hurdling through life at too-fast speeds that his legs cannot keep up with but thankfully he is trying, HIS ARMS ARE SO THICK, he owns this one black sweatshirt and wears it all the damn time yet he’s owns a rolex who is he, like he literally wears the same outfit for days i bet he’s always skipping laundry day, he composes and writes music and plays like 10 instruments some of which include the guitar, piano, my heart, etc, awkward as hell, part of 92/beagle line and probably loud and giggly as hell too, a crier, his news anchor sister is really hot i stan his sister, DJs at exo concerts and let me tell u….boy knows how to Kick Ass, VOICE SO DEEP YOU’LL START RECITING POETRY FOR JONGIN’S SLAM POETRY SESSIONS

chen: real name is jongdae, smiles like :3, HIS VOCALS ARE OUT OF THIS WORLD, his voice feels like taking 6 shots at once and you’re good until you stand up and everything hits you at once and you’re bouncing off the walls maybe possibly crying, small but full of roasts, looks like he gives the sweetest hug gentle and soft while he rubs your back, probably smells really nice, the whiniest voice ever, *jongdae voice* whyyyyyyyyy, *jongdae voice* [screaming], screams a lot, have you ever listened to jongdae’s solo “uprising” because he truly busted my fucking ears once and it was the best experience of my life, secretly aspires to be in a heavy metal band and was probably the sole reason why exo did a heavy metal version of mama during an awards show, he has a square jaw and curly lips and pretty eyelashes and he gives off this very serene vibe, part of 92/beagle line, I LOVE IT WHEN HE SMILES, honestly the sweetest boy, everyone calls him the mom of the group he’s literally the mom friend who doesn’t love the mom friend, ripped his pants during mama 2016 and kept his cool thru creating a skirt w his jacket on the spot, snarky as shit 10/10 would recommend, doesn’t have an instagram?? for why??

baekhyun: LOUD AS SHIT, a sweetheart, he has the prettiest hands, used to be cute and then decided to gym so now he’s cute but also hot, lotto baekhyun=hot pirate shirt baekhyun, he literally has an entire series where he plays league of legends with heechul and invites random people to play embarrassing games and scream with, jongdae was on one episode and they screamed together and it was beautiful exo’s harmonies are legendary, dance line passing, exo m passing, moodmaker which means he makes CORNY ASS JOKES AND I’M WHIPPED SO I LAUGH, connoisseur of stanning girl groups and always doing girl group dances, a focking dweeb, BIG RECTANGULAR SMILE ALL TEETH SHINY AS HELL CHIP SKYLARK WROTE MY SHINY TEETH AND ME ABOUT BAEKHYUN, probably thinks lightning mcqueen is cute and jongdae the type to agree, has a literal daddy kink and flaunts it on instagram.com, he is literally ALWAYS talking, not sure if he knows how to not talk, like you see the guy always talking in exo videos and he has a loud voice? that’s baekhyun (not the one screaming at extreme decibels but the guy sceaming at slightly lower than extreme decibels), highly endearing, baekhyun flirts with everyone trust me im an expert, does embarrassing things on purpose and then gets embarrassed two minutes later and repeats process every day, a Relatable Meme, 92/beagle line member #3

lay: real name is yixing, last Chinese member left, HARDWORKING, ANGEL, GOD SENT HIM TO US TO SHOW US THAT HUMANS CAN BE GOOD, a part of dance line and his dancing is so good to watch it’s sharp and precise and his hip thrusts *fans self while baekhyun fans himself on the other side of the world*, always looks like he’s spitting straight fire at awards show speeches, pointing up during speeches to show that exo is #1, soooo hardworking he’s made his own studio and released his own solo album and acts and does variety in china and travels back and forth between exo and solo activities and is always thinking about his exo boys while thinking of his fans (xingmis), KING, according to exo he has a thing for spreading their ass cheeks, calls it ‘refreshing’ but im pretty sure he just has a kink, has tired droopy looking eyes its cute, literal human incarnation of those “[takes a hit from bong] how do my feet smell if they don’t have a nose?”, super chill like he that dude who’d just sit through the end of the world and you’d be like….tru…and join him in Chill Bliss while the world falls apart around you

suho: aka Junmyeon (Joonmyun is another way to spell it), suho means “guardian angel” because he thinks he’s a guardian angel and PLOT TWIST HE IS!!! HE IS EXO’S ANGEL AND HE TAKES CARE OF THEM BY NAGGING AND LISTENNING AND BEING SWEET AND MAKING DAD JOKES, dad joke example #1: when someone asked him what park they should go to while they were in nyc and he said “linkin park” i kid u not i am not making this shit up, he’s very, very pretty like SOOOO HANDSOME kinda looks like the guy who’d be your suga daddy tbh, he is exo’s self-proclaimed funniest member and tbh he truly is the funniest member his dad jokes are out of this world exo can suck it, smol pal, he’s the leader of the group and the rest of exo like to roast him but tbh he’s the best leader and i will always have a soft spot for him ever since that time when krisgate happened and exo won for overdose and he went up on stage all alone to accept the award and the way he held it together so well for everyone, his band himself and the fans, was the most heartbreaking thing ever i love kim junmyeon he’s just a loving single dad trying to make it out there in this cruel worl

Xiumin: aka Minseok, he looks like a cute bun but he’s actually the oldest and is so beefed up he could probably beat u up and ur grandchildren’s children would feel it, LITERALLY SOOOOO HOT, he used to be really quiet during debut and he is still kinda quiet but he’s been working on it and doing much better and exo supports him thru it, honestly its the quiet ones u gotta watch for boy probably gathers all the tea on the rest of exo and spills it at isac when no one is watching, YALL SEEN THOSE PICS OF KANGAROOS, that’s minseok he’s cute like a kangaroo but he can also murder u with a pinky finger and u would probably thank him not gonna lie, he has pretty slanted eyes and he’s a really good dancer and he has a lovely voice AND HE CAN WRAP example #2 of god truly giving with two hands, he loves sports and back before luhangate he and luhan were literally inseparable #bffs4lyfe, the CUTEST SMILE IN EXISTENCE, WHEN HE SMILES WARS END, literally everyone is under this boy’s spell like minseok barely does variety he showed up on running man once for .02 seconds in a clip he wasnt even invited to the show and he trended for like a whole day, he ate mocha bread on xoxo and mocha bread sold out everywhere, he is literally the chuck norris of exo, he’s always trending for breathing it’s beautful and relatable me too south korea

ex members: so they were all apart of exo m (exo’s chinese subunit who promoted in china), exo m also includes xiumin, chen, and lay, the rest of the members above were in exo k, who mainly promoted in south korea

tao: aka zitao, A BABYYYYYYYYYYYYY, BABIER THAN SEHUN EVEN THO HE’S LIKE…KYUNGSOO’S AGE, he’s got a cat-like face, pretty tanned skin, and he was super tall, king of being a wushu master, basically he’s entirely capable of kicking ass wherever he goes but he’s scared of everything, couldn’t shower alone back in the old days, everyone loved taking caring of him, suho was literally his mother, he looked scary during debut era because of his emo hair, but he’s the biggest baby ever and he and sehun made up the raddest baby club ever, they rode around in expensive cars just to get food from the convenience store, dramatique as hell, i really really liked his rapping he had flow it was great also his iconic part in growl….binch, RED HAIR TAO………GODS GIFT, HIS MUSIC NOW IS LIKE…..culture shock he’s a smol baby but those mvs m’dude, i miss him

luhan: apparently hes a fkn freak have you heard his new songs, “put in work like the renaissance move that body like a gymnahst ask me what i want  lalalalala blow me like a flute WOO OoooooOOOHOHHOOH show me what IT do oooohoooh” Lu by Luhan (2015), ok like he was literally so iconic???, cute face like honestly so gorgeous but he always had this obsession with being MANLY, he and his manly BRO MINSEOK would do BRO things like Coffee BRODATES and play soccer together and hang out under BROBRELLAS at isac, he’s good at acting and making it in a matt damon movie yes binch, i loved his voice it was sweet and harmonized so well with jongdae’s voice and yixing’s, he genuinely had the sweetest friendships with his bros, A LITERAL MEME RUNNING MAN LUHAN WAS ICONIC , he doesn’t know what he’s doing w his face and is constantly derping its beautiful, literally the original exo meme face tbh, white producer: luhan you’re the best! luhan: [hits the whip nervously], i miss him so much omg

kris: aka Kris Wu or Wu Yifan some say kevin was also a name…. a man of many names, luhan might have been the original exo meme face but kris was the original extra ass meme, obsessed with space and the biggest dork in the world (universe), his relationship with the boys was like….so beautiful….and its been nearly three years but it always warms my hort, a really good actor he’s making it big out there, SOME TIMES HE’D WEAR THE UGLIEST SHIT TO THE AIRPORT AND HONESTLY….IT WAS WILD HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A FASHION ICON, HONESTLY kris in exo showtime was the most iconic thing i’ve ever seen, exo’s other dad or now it’s exo’s ex dad, probably shared dad jokes with suho when they’d have their dad meetings, he’s otherworldly hot and he has these piercing eyes and he went bald for like a month after leaving exo but now he’s making it big in a vin diesel movie with my girl deepika #bless, krisgate was literally the wildest thing he exposed sm and i still get war flashbacks about it, rip exo m(emories), i miss him too but they’re all doing good out there so its fine

#i have war flashbacks when i talk about ot12 #also this is extensive so i put it under the cut #why am i in my feelings today #Anonymous #this is obnoxiously long i just love me boys ksjdzhskjh #me: [thru tears] e-x-o we are one binhch #answered

[zweihander-kindof-lesbian]

Grave Seeker

This is my Oracle of Pharasma’s backstory and description! Thx

Takota was born in the twilight hours on the 5th of Pharast. A sacred Holiday for those who choose to devote their days to Pharasma, the goddess of death. A day where many of the dead are ferried to the afterlife in a grand procession. A day for death for those living in the Skull Clan of the Shoanti in the Northern Mountains. But for the Sun Clan to the south, It was a celebration of Life. Takota's father was considered one of the greatest champion's in the Sun Clan's History; a mountain of a man who's Given name was Axe-Breaker. Takota's mother was an accomplished soothsayer and diviner for the clan, given the name She Who Weeps For The Stone. Their son's birth was widely celebrated as the coming of a great hero; one who would take the Sun Clan to victory over their many enemies.

As the boy grew older, the hopes of him becoming a champion to rival his father dwindled. Takota was much taller than most of those his age and faster on his feet, but that's where his athletic prowess stopped. He was hestitant during daily mandated sparring, and was squeemish when it came to hunting. Takota was a very gentle soul who preferred to be out gardening with his mother, marveling at worms and beetles he found in the soil. Takota was the subject of bullying among his peers. He was weak, clumsy, quiet, gangly and above all things, Naieve. With promises of friendship or sweets, his peers would play "games" with him. These games often resulting in bruises, scratches and small wounds at their lightest to broken bones and being left in dangerous situations at their worst. Axe-Breaker would more often than not come to his aid and chase his tormentors away, knowing that his son was unfortunately too Kind to stop the teasing on his own. The lectures on standing up for himself soon turned to lessons on Self Defense. Axe-Breaker trained with his son every day for hours. When Takota turned 15, Axe-Breaker finally found out that his son excelled with ranged weapons, such as throwiing daggers and Archery. Weapons of this type were considered inferior, due to the up close and personal nature in which Sun Clan Warriors fought. Axe-Breaker was too proud of his son be bothered by the callous whispers of others. Calling Takota a disappointment to the Sun Clan, a mistake that should have been left out in the volcanic wastes. Oh, if they had only knew! Takota always heard them, and with every comment he heard, the more withdrawn he became. He would often go on hikes for hours by himself, and sometimes not return for days.

When he was 16, Takota got through his rite of passage by the skin of his teeth. In a tent filled with incense smoke and song, he was given a new name and his first tattoo. As a  beautifully intricate golden sun was tattooed on the front of his neck, the elders sang of his new name to the world. Grave Seeker. Little did this new Shoanti warrior know he had been chosen for a much greater purpose by a power far beyond his comprehension. She Who Weeps For The Stone began to notice that when Grave Seeker came back from his ventures out into the wastes, he brought home Whippoorwills. A bird not native to the Cinderlands. At first he brought home one with a broken wing and he nursed it back to health. As a Diviner she knew Whippoorwills meant death was near, and she begged for the little brown bird to be kept outside the home. But after this bird came others, Whippoorwills would perch on the tree outside his window, some even brave enough to perch directly on the sil. They sang constantly, day and night and watched Grave Seeker's every move. He was plagued with dreams of him in a void of spiral shapes. There was always a woman 20 ft taller than him, her face changing from young and beautiful, to old and withered, to nothing but bone and sometimes....nothing. Nothing was always the worst. Every night he tried to speak to her, and every night She didnt speak a word. Her eyes were solemn and gray. Never blinking. He always woke up with a jolt, the sweet smell of death always lingered in the air for minutes at a time. As months went by, his mother noticed every flower Grave Seeker planted grew into a black rose, regardless of the seed he put in the ground. Beetles infested all other plants but the ones he planted. The whippoorwills grew in number in the tree by the house, their song almost deafening during the day. Eventually a tired eyed Grave Seeker sought his mother's soothsayer skills and told her of his constant visions. He also complained of headaches and short stints of lost vision.

She Who Weeps For The Stone knew exactly what these signs meant. Pharasma had chosen her son for something, but the answer evaded her. Pharasma was infamous for being silent and often vague. Fear gripped her heart as she prayed every day for something, anything from this fickle goddess. All she got for her troubles were dead birds on her doorstep and blood pooling under her fingertips. All the food her family ate tasted of soil and ash. She and her husband met with the Sun Clan elders to ultimately decide the fate of her son, who's eyesight was becoming worse by the days. The elders had decided it for the best if he was sent to the Skull Clan in the mountains. They were a stern and cold people; tasked with keeping one of Pharasma's largest cathedrals and Her sacred Boneyard where all Shoanti are laid to rest. However, Grave Seeker's Vision was too poor to make the journey on his own. So they sent with him a young warrior woman who was on her way to becoming the new champion. Storm Bringer, was a girl of 18 with a shaved head and golden eyes,  She was already well covered in tattoos,  in comparison to Grave Seeker's measly 2 tattoos at the same age. She accepted the job with a clenched jaw, believing they should send this weakling to the wilderness to meet his fate. Grave Seeker was actually quite excited to have this particular traveling companion. He had of heard of her many accomplishments and the clan began focusing more on her achievements rather than his failures as of late. In a way he was grateful to her.

The journey was long and perilous, and Grave Seeker proved to be absolutely useless. With his vision slowly escaping from him, he frequently ran off trails, fell into holes, and hit his head on branches. Storm Bringer got tired of stopping to treat his constant injuries very quickly and begrudgingly taught him to rely more on his other senses instead. To show his gratitude he would try his best to find flowers and various insects to show her as they rested and he would proclaim "Hey look! I found this with my sense of smell alone!! Neat huh?"

Grave Seeker talked at her often, and eventually she grew to answer some of the time....And then all of the time. By the time they reached Pharasma's Boneyard, the two had become so fond of each other that Storm Bringer was hesitant to leave him alone in this new foreign place. They eventually found their way to the dizzyingly grand Pharasmin Cathedral that sat above the town. After telling the priests of the troubles that had plagued Grave Seeker's family, they curtly told his travelling companion to say goodbye and to return home. They had been preparing a ritual for his arrival for 3 months and Grave Seeker's arrival had been prophecized in all their dreams. Time was of the utmost importance. Storm Bringer's protests fell on deaf ears and eventually she was ushered out of the cathedral and not allowed re-entry. They met just outside the cathedral before he began the ritual, his vision now a blur of shapes and colors no matter the distance from his face. There they quietly told each other their real names as well as a very heartfelt goodbye.  

From then on Grave Seeker remembers only shapes and shadows with monotone chanting. He remembers descending multiple flights of stairs and as they went downwards into the catacombs, the smell of rotting flesh filled his nose. The priests' grip upon his arms tightened to almost vice like. He screamed out questions, where were they taking him??? What's going on? What did his dreams mean?? All were answered with the same monotone chanting in a language he didnt understand. Eventually the stairs stopped, and a new noise sent adreneline rushing through his veins. It was the sound of the dead. Hoarse screeching and chains rattling echoed through the air, and he began to struggle even harder, tears streaming down his face.  The smell of putrid rotting flesh filled his nose making him gag. "Please...Please tell me what is happening, please....oh my Gods. I'm Sorry....I'm so sorry just tell me-" Grave Seeker sobbed before throwing up all over himself. He knew This foul smelling creature was right in front of him, he felt its sharp nails graze at his face and clothes, fear made his blood roar in his ears. "Hush now, child. If you truly do have the goddess' favor,", A male voice answered. Calm and matter of fact. "Then you truly have nothing to worry about."

Grave Seeker felt his right arm be pulled forward violently, within seconds sharp teeth sunk into his flesh, ripping off huge chunks of his arm. The more he tried to pull away the more of his arm was removed, and despite his desperate screams he was held firmly in place until whatever had its grasp on him was finished. The pain was white hot and greater than any pain he had ever known. Eventually his vision faded to black and he lost all consciousness. He woke up hours later? Maybe days? He couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep as his vision was black. He was too weak to move, too weak to scream. The priests had placed upon his head a crown of black roses, the thorns of which were digging into his temples and forehead. He attempted to move the fingers on his right hand only to find that there was nothing there to move. Before registering what truly had happened, he passed out again. This time, he dreamt. Again he was in this void with spirals all around him. The familiarity of the place brought him anxiety and he attempted to run, but soon realized there was no where to go. Immediately, he began to cry. He thought of his Mother...His Father. His brother. Of Storm Bringer. Ixa was her TrueName. He struggled to remember her face and cried even harder. "Are you quite finished?" An enigmatic voice asked, 'I need to speak with you." Her voice sounded as if a young woman, and old woman and a demon spoke in perfect unison. Finally hearing Her terrified Grave Seeker. He looked upon the 20 ft tall woman, like he had many times before. Her face was young and beautiful this time, albiet, irritated. He nodded. "Takota, You needn't be afraid. For I will not let you die....You do have purpose, though you dont believe it so." She said, her voice strangely comforting. "In you I have put great power. The power to breathe life into the dead and take it away. It is a small fraction of myself," She reasted her chin in her palm, "In return for these powers I took your sight. But you will not be blind, For I will guide you."   Grave Seeker rolled his eyes. "You also took my family, My right arm, I think...my normal life and - " Pharasma's face darkened to black and a cold wind blew from where her face used to be, a terrifying howl filled the space around Grave Seeker. He curled himself up into a ball. There was silence for a millenia, at least that's what it felt like. "Oh Takota," Her voice dripping with sympathy, "please do not be frightened."  She had grown to 40ft tall, and scooped him up into her palms. She held him close to her face, Her steely eyes fraught with sadness. "I am Pharasma....Goddess of Death and Birth Of fate and prophecy. And I have chosen you for something great...." She spoke slowly, the weight of her words felt like bricks on his chest. "Don't do this please....." He sighed, running his fingers over his scalp, "What do I need to do?" She blinked slowly......Grave Seeker looked at her expectantly. "You will know, Takota. You will Know." She chuckled. Grave Seeker screamed out of frustration, and woke up screaming to the priests burning his wound shut.

Description:  Takota is a very tall and lanky young man. He looks to be around 24. Besides his staggering 6'7" height being the first thing you notice, The second thing would be his eyes. They are black as pitch but clouded in such a way it looks as if you were looking directly up at the night sky. There are very pronouced dark circles under his eyes, making his already gaunt features look even more skeletal. It doesnt help much that on his face is a silver metallic skull tattoo that is very stylized. He smiles gently and often,but the softness about him fades when you notice that the majority of his teeth are sharp and crooked. His hair is black and cut short on either side (very messily) leaving a short thick strip of hair going from his forehead to the back of his head. He has lots of tattoos. He has a golden sun tattooed on the front of his throat, black roses are tattooed around either of his shoulders.  There are different types of spirals tattooed all over his body. His right arm is missing below his elbow. His clothes are ill fitting and almost tattered.

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