#you cannot tell me they were the most chaotic mother fuckers

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ok but like, here me out,,,,, avatar high school au but its just me projecting my personality and trauma

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Aang

Freshman

He's trying his gosh darn hardest

The group baby

Appa is a therapy dog so he spends the day with gyatso in his classroom :)

Hes a saint bernard 

The best man

Despite katara being the ‘mom friend’ he runs the god damn show

Momo is a shit head sphinx cat 

The gang dropped movie nights for “knitting nights” so they could all learn to knit him sweaters

Hes very fashionable

he hates it

sokkas best friend

Aang makes costumes so when halloween comes around momo is very scary as dorothy 

Track and field babey

Does not curse

He has a hard time keeping up with world events

Straight (i'm not wrong)

he and toph have an ongoing tradition of going in full dress to waffle house before school dances. 

it got to the point where now all the workers know them by name

they also accidentally crashed a white lotus meeting and just kept going

Azula

Band kid

Sophomore

Rich girl with 2 friends

Pre eng

i know most schools dont have this program, but mine did and holy shit. those were some overachievers 

The most annoying mf on the planet

Not a single teacher likes her

The know it all that will fight if you don't agree with the facts

She was the ww2 kid

Capitalist in the worst fucking way

Closeted lesbian, when she figures that shit out she gets a lil better

The one who can drive

Mai

Bisexual

She's really good at math?? Like shes the gay who can do math

But cannot drive, bitch failed her permit more times than she can count

She nearly went to an all girls boarding school at one point

Sophomore

Colorguard!!

She has beat the shit out of people she's walked in on making out in the bathroom

Genuine friends with the faculty??

She takes programming/coding as a filler class but she's pretty good and continues to pursue it.

Her tumblr looks sick as hell

has caused a teacher to cry

Ty lee

Bisexual

Lesbian earings actin mf

Sophomore

Cheerleader

She is the nicest mother fucker and everyone loves her

Despite acting like an airhead she's really science orientated

When she takes biology she passes with flying colors

Very invested in social justice

She would never hurt a fly but she will fuck you up

The one with a healthy relationship with her father

has comforted a teacher she found crying in the parking lot

Iroh

Now runs the jasmine dragon where zuko works after school w/ katara 

Knows every single kid who comes in and tries his hardest to make sure everyone feels appreciated

Former war criminal

In a book club

The white lotus? Yeah this is the white lotus

Idk if it would be the same as the show, or if its just an old person shit talking group

Zuko

Junior

His dad got full custody of him and his sister when he divorced their mom

But at 13 he got kicked out for another bullshit reason and ever since Iroh has had custody of both of the siblings

But bitch boy ozai has visitation rights but only wants to see azula

Theatre kid!!

I mean he was gonna join jrotc to appease his dad but he figured his shit out before he really joined

A republican turned leftist

Hes queer he just doesnt know which label to use

Himbo rights

He and katara are best friends idgaf about ships but they are bros

orchestra kid! (yes this is me self projecting bc we have similar trauma) 

Violist 

Teachers have no idea what to do with him bc on one hand he's very reclusive and on the other his sister has the worst opinions so they don't know

Katara

Sophomore 

Still the mom friend but this time she goes to therapy

Bc she literally raised her brother after her mother died?? And then became a parental figure to her FRIENDS???

Biggest political activist, genuinely does her best at educating herself and others about civil injustices

Also really obsessed with cults and true crime

Choir kid

She takes AP history, english, and second language classes

Is trying her hardest in math and sciences

Huge stuffed animal collection

Student council vice president

she originally ran for president but jets gang voted him in as a joke

The teachers pet

Swim team bitches

Best friends with the school janitors

This is my au so fuck off she and zuko are chaotic friendgroup parents and annoying best friends i love them

and maybe something more???

 who fucking knows theres a betting pool in the white lotus and so far aang is winning 

Sokka

Junior

Bisexual

Gym and History teachers LOVE him

On the swim team and the fishing team

Started crying when he took his drivers test

Goes to gsa w/ toph and loses his fucking mind

He's the reason suki’s car is disgusting

In all advanced/ap classes in math and science

Was the kid who carries a portable speaker around until suki put him in his place

Still has to use his hands to figure out left and right

Yue

Technically she doesn't go to school with them she goes to a nearby private school

She met the gang at a football game and has been invited to every group outing since

Junior!!

Very invested in world politics

When she joins the group at school events she ends up making friends with all the staff

Debate team kid!!!

She's not a rule breaker she just knows their limitations ;)

at one point missed school for like 2 months and everyone thought she died

turns out it was just fucking pneumonia and sokka is one dirty liar

Suki

oh? you mean yue’s best friend bc we dont respect pitting women against each other in this household?

Junior

Bisexual icon!!!

Oh god what sport would she do??

Probably basketball??

Or she would just do martial arts outside of school

And have a ‘female empowerment’ club or somethin

100% believes in self government in society and that the current gov exists purely on the theory that all humans are inherently evil

Bitch for bernie

Her car is DISGUSTING

She asks if she can hit peoples juul and then throws it in the trash

The gym coaches really like her but she fucking hates them

Is very close with her school counselor??

She never wants to run but she keeps getting elected to homecoming court

Toph

Freshman 

Former homeschool bitch

Joined the wrestling team and the fishing team??

She doesn't even like fishing she just thinks it's hilarious 

Very good a pottery and that's her arts credit

She and iroh have lunch together every thursday

If she catches wind of you putting gum on desks they will find your body in a ditch

She makes sokka and suki take her to prom 

She hates it she just likes to fuck with people at prom

Sometimes she just tells people she doesn't believe in something bc she cant see it

has been wearing the same sandles for the past 3 years bc “they’re reliable”

Cryptid hunter

Goes to gsa bc its better than any fucking reality tv show

Has nearly burnt the house down making ramen

#do i find myself so fucking funny? yeah.... #might fuck around and do something w/ this who knows #guess which of these are things ive actually done #aang #azula #tylee #mai #tyzula #mailee #iroh #zuko #zutara #taang #katara #jasmine dragon #sokka #yue #suki #sukka #toph #toph beifong #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #fan art #avatar the last airbender #atla #momo #appa

[drawlfoy]

The Placebo Effect p.1

pairing: draco x femslytherin!reader

warnings: probably gonna be some “mild” language (ok, coming back, i say fuck twice, so if you’re not down, now’s the time to nope out of here)

a/n: my first real writing post! please let me know if you have any feedback/constructive criticism. my requests are open, so pleaseeee send in stuff ;) also i’m not british so i deeply apologize if i don’t have enough british slang/if i misuse it...please tell me if i do!

summary: slytherin reader isn’t a big fan of draco and they argue allll the time. slughorn reshuffles potion partners the day they’re required to brew amortentia and... a little something happens. takes place in 6th year. 

word count: 1,936

pla•ce•bo ef•fect (noun) ~ a beneficial effect produced by a placebo drug or treatment, which cannot be attributed to the properties of the placebo itself, and must therefore be due to the patient's belief in that treatment.

Y/N was growing increasingly irritated with her house: the dimly lit common room that always smelled faintly like shoe polish, the dorm rooms which always chilled her to the bone, the dark green that clashed with her favorite color (pastel blue, if you were wondering), the disgusting amount of blood purity prejudice, and of course, Draco Malfoy. 

He had been tolerable enough in the beginning, focusing all his chaotic energy on Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio, but ever since 6th year had started, he’d pulled back and instead moped around like a very pale golden retriever who had just been told he wasn’t ever going to play fetch again. Well, a very pale, very rude, and very rich golden retriever. As a result, Y/N had to see much more of his ridiculously pale (but admittedly very delicately structured) face.She hadn’t known peace since.

“Watch where you’re going.” 

The cold and haughty voice ripped Y/N out of her thoughts as she accidentally bumped into a silk-clad shoulder. She looked up to see none other than Malfoy scowling down at her, his silver eyes narrowed and his jaw set. 

“My apologies. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to block the doorway?” Y/N’s voice was sugary sweet, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. She also told me how improper it is to get into the pants of a muggle. I’m guessing yours didn’t buy into that lesson?” A perfectly plucked blond eyebrow raised.

Y/N felt her face grew hot. How did he know her mother married a muggle? Her mouth opened and closed as the overwhelming feeling of being lost for words overtook her.

Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t let him see that he rattled you. 

Y/N set her face into a smirk that rivaled his. 

“No, actually.” She readied herself to go in for the kill. “Instead, she taught me the importance of rejecting an ideology that would eventually lead to me fucking my cousin.”

With that, Y/N made her exit, slipping past Malfoy and flouncing off to the Dining Hall. Sometimes it felt good to beat that prick at his own game.

“Alright, students,” Professor Slughorn began. He clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention and cleared his throat in a way only old men could. “Today, we’re going to be brewing the most powerful love potion in existence. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?”

Pansy Parkinson’s hand shot up. Y/N rolled her eyes. When Granger wasn’t here to remind everyone how smart she was, Parkinson was always available to pick up the slack. 

“Yes, Miss Parkinson.” 

“Amortentia. Its aroma is different to every individual, depending on what scents you find most attractive, even if you aren’t aware of it. Consuming it will make one obsessive with infatuation.”

“Thank you, Miss Parkinson.” Professor Slughorn cleared his throat once again. Y/N felt a smile form on her face. She had a special place in her heart for the professor. He was so pure and reminded her of her grandfather...even though he was a muggle. 

“I’ll assign each of you to new partners.” Slughorn’s words immediately made Y/N reconsider her previous thoughts that portrayed him kindly. She turned and sent Daphne Greengrass, her (ex) potions partner, a disappointed frown and waited to hear her name. All of the other Slytherins were intolerable or at least a little prejudiced.

This is too much for a Monday morning she thought, placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic gesture. 

“Greengrass you’re with Zabini. Nott, you’re with Parkinson. Y/L/N, you’re with Malfoy.”

The names afterwards morphed into a slush of noise that Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to comprehend. Daphne reached over and gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as Y/N sat, frozen with disappointment and surprise. 

This couldn’t be happening. She had done so well in his class. Why was Slughorn punishing her now? He couldn’t have missed how much of a piece of work Malfoy was, and Y/N was one of Slughorn’s favorite students. How could he betray her like this?

“Does everyone know who they will be working with today?” Slughorn’s voice pulled Y/N out of her pity party. 

“Yes, Professor Slughorn.” The depressed chorus of voices in the room offered Y/N some solace that, yes, she wasn’t the only one displeased with the new seating arrangements. 

“Good. Find your partner and begin. Your time starts now.”

Everyone sprung up in a mad dash to find their fellow worker and get started. Potions class was much harder now that they were 6th years, and each student needed all the time they were offered. 

“Fancy this.” For the second time that day, Y/N was given the treat of being surprised by Malfoy’s voice right next to her. 

“You chop, I stir.” Her words were matter-of-fact and straight to the point. She’d be damned if someone as rude as him messed up her shot at getting the highest mark. 

Surprisingly enough, Malfoy nodded, flipping open the potions book to the designated page and gathering ingredients while Y/N prepared the cauldron. 

Y/N almost started feeling bad for him as she stirred. The bags under his eyes were large enough to be designer and his eyes, once a bright and sparkling silver, were dull and unenthused. Perhaps she had judged him too quickly.

“Uh...Malfoy,” she began awkwardly, losing confidence once he met her eyes with a convicting stare, “I’m sorry about this morning. For calling you...er...a cousin fucker, and stuff.”

His eyebrows raised again. She wondered if his eyebrows ever got tired with how much he judgmentally lifted them.

“No. You’re not.” His tone was more defeated and uninterested than vindictive, so Y/N let it slide. They continued their work. 

“Your hair.” 

The phrase jolted Y/N out of her flow and forced her to look up at her partner. 

“My what?”

“Your hair. It’s about to get into the potion.” Malfoy glanced down at the lip of the cauldron and back up to my face with one eyebrow cocked as if to say yeah, look. Y/N obliged and saw a single strand of her hair barely about to touch the edge of the cauldron. 

How had he even noticed that? 

“Overdramatic much?” Y/N shot back. 

“We’re almost done, can we just get through this first?” Malfoy’s tone came across as nearly pleading, something that Y/N would never expect.

She rolled her eyes and looked down at the directions. She only had to stir the potion thirteen times clockwise, and it would be done. 

“No, I think we can talk about it now. It is basically done.” Y/N glared at him. If he wanted a fight, he could get one. 

“Well then.” His tone was a 180 from the pleading one he had adopted just a few seconds ago, now snippity and offended. “I said that no, you weren’t sorry, because I meant what I said this morning. I know you did too.”

“How would you know what I think?” 

Merlin, who did he think he was? 

“Half-bloods. They’re all the same, so predictable. It’s like you all have a hive mind or something.” He paused to fiddle with his sleeve. “But it doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. We both know it’s not true.”

Y/N was fuming. How many times had she stirred? Ah, yes, 8. 5 more to go. It took all her willpower to continue stirring at a controlled pace. 

“Don’t you know that your blood purity isn’t a personality trait?” Y/N hissed back. 

“Sure. Still makes me superior though.” His eyes were flaming despite his measured response.

“What are you gonna do once your lot is all intermarried? What’s the plan, genius?” 

2 more stirs to go. 

“I don’t take questions from pathetic half breeds,” Malfoy spat.

1 stir left.

“Why, because you can’t answer it?” Y/N exclaimed. “You know you’re wrong!” 

13 stirs. Y/N’s hand slowed the ladle to a stop.

“No.” Malfoy leaned in, so close she could feel his hot breath one her face. “You just know that you’ll never be welcome here.”

That was it. Y/N’s hand shot up from the cauldron, aiming to shove the Malfoy heir away from her, but she forgot to drop the ladle. Instead, the ladle was flung at the two with enough force to splatter their exposed skin with the freshly brewed amortentia. 

Y/N and Malfoy both froze, staring at each other, then staring at the potion coating them.

“What have you done?” Malfoy whispered, eyes growing wide. Y/N had never noticed how kind his eyes looked--they were like two miniature stars, flickering and shimmering with the reflected light of the room. 

So that’s why my favorite color is pale blue Y/N thought dreamily, letting her hand drop the ladle to the ground. It clattered as it hit the stone, but she didn’t notice. It was much more worthwhile to admire the fairness of his hair. How could it be so pale and delicate? It reminded Y/N of spun gold.

Draco--when did she start calling him Draco?--raised one quivering hand to the side of her face.

“You have an eyelash.” His voice was quiet but deep and melodic.

His thumb brushed over the skin under her eye, making her shiver from the cool touch. He had very long, elegant fingers. How had Y/N never paid any mind to them before?

The classroom had fallen silent at this point, but Y/N hadn’t even noticed. All that existed in the room was the boy gazing at her with eyes softer than anything she had ever seen before. He still hadn’t moved from his close proximity. If Y/N looked hard enough, she could count the dark grey flecks in his eyes--ooh, or each of the long eyelashes fanning them. 

Draco licked his lips, a motion that pulled her attention away from his eyes. 

“I didn’t mean what I said about your mother,” he whispered. Never had Y/N ever heard such a tenderly stated sentiment before. 

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said either.” 

Draco’s hand was resting on the side of her face, cupping her cheek and holding her in place.

When had that happened?

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing except the fact that the blond boy was leaning even closer, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. She followed suit, sending one last glance down at his lips before they touche--

“Well, isn’t this an interesting scene.” 

Y/N and Draco sprung apart to see Professor Snape staring cooling at them.

“Thank you for calling me over, Professor Slughorn. I can take it from here. Parkinson looks like she might need some assistance.”

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N had difficulty tearing her eyes away from Draco, and it seemed as though he was fighting the same struggle.

“Do indulge me,” Snape drawled. “How did you both manage to accidentally consume the same potion?”

“Professor,” Y/N replied, “We didn’t drink it. It just spilled.” Her tone was giddier than she would’ve liked, but it was okay. Everything was okay, just as long as Draco kept looking at her with those jewel-like eyes.

“Well then.” Snape sighed. “I am assuming that neither of you bothered to listen to the explanation of how amortentia functions?”

“Well, sure, Professor,” Y/N responded. “It’s the most powerful love potion in the world and it makes you fall in love with--”

“You see,” Snape interjected, “If you or Mr. Malfoy decided to pay attention, you would’ve heard that amortentia is meant to be consumed. Its effects don’t occur from skin contact.”

“What are you saying?” Draco looked just as concerned as Y/N.

“I’m saying that you two have some unfinished business to work out. The potion didn’t cause,” Snape motioned to the two students, “this.”

With that, Professor Snape stalked off, leaving Draco and Y/N to gape at each other. 

final a/n: if you would like me to continue this, let me know! thank you for reading and send your requests in! and in the case you’re confused by the ending: check out what the placebo effect is. it’s a very interesting topic! 

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoy #lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #harry potter #hermione granger #pansy parkinson #dramione #ron weasley #harry x reader #fanfiction #daphne greengrass #blaise zabini #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #hermione x reader #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #neville x reader #theodore nott #severus snape #professor slughorn #slughorn #snape #sirius #remus #amortentia #potions

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CH. 4 - There Isn't Anything Sweeter Than Revenge, or Love

Part 4: The Little Mershade

In a moment of repose and reflection, a choice is made. A new friend is found, and the final battle for Grimoire Weiss commences.

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Hansel and I found this beach in the short time we were allowed to do as we pleased.

Gretchen would have liked a place like this.

To relax. They think in unison, and chuckle. They sit in silence under the shade of a broken ship, watching the ocean’s waves sway.

So, what are you going to do? Hazel asks, breaking the silence.

I don’t know.

Well, what is it you want. That’s always a good place to start.

I want… I just want to be happy, and safe. Isn’t that all anyone wants, Hazel?

That much is true, even if life makes that difficult to achieve. But you, you have a chance to make that happen, not only for yourself, but for others. It’s just like you said. Doing this would help all Gestalts. All it’s going to cost you is your time.

But is it worth the cost of destroying the love the replicants have made for each other? Do I have that right?

Do they have the right to kill Gestalts? Did they have the right to kill Kalil’s mother? Did they have the right to kill your brother? No! They didn’t!

…You’re right. They didn’t. They’ve killed so many of us, and will continue to do so. I know what I must do. Thank you. … Do you sense that?

Run!

Quickly, they escape from the ship, and reappear in the shady stone tunnel that leads to the beach.

What the hell was that!? Hazel questions.

It was a shade, but it was different somehow. It was far more powerful than me and perhaps even more so than the Shadowlord. We have to go back.

No offense, but that’s a dumb idea.

I am the Protector of Shades. I have to at least see if she’s alright. Gretel explains. You sensed her distress too, didn’t you?

Alright. Hazel sighs. Fine. But if it starts attacking, we’re leaving.

Thank you. she says as they notice a man carrying a package and some food quaking in fear as he looks up to the terrifying form before him.

“Boo.” they say, and he runs away screaming.

Idiotic vessel. Gretel says as they return to the ship, Grimoire Weiss still imprisoned in the weapons.

“Hello? Anybody here?” they shout into the ship in shade and human tongue. “We mean you no harm.”

Are you shade, or are you human? they hear someone whisper. Or are you a shade who became human? They cannot see who questions them.

A human possessed shade. They answer. Are you okay? We could sense your distress.

If I possess someone, will I become human? Am I already human? You would know, wouldn’t you? the unseen shade questions more as they make their way closer to her.

We are Gestalts. We have souls. We are human. Those things that call themselves humans? Mere vessels for us all. And when we reunite with them, we will truly be human as we were before. Gretel explains. God, how many of us have forgotten?

So I’m human? You’re saying I’m human? They hear her begin as the reach the door she lies behind. They open it, and instantly, Gretel is in shock.

A mermaid? No. A shade. The most powerful, unfused shade. Not even the Shadowlord can compare.. . Gretel whispered in awe. How are you so concentrated? She wonders as the little mermaid begins to ungracefully, but very euphorically, dance around.

I’m human! I’m human, I’m human, I’m human! she laughs as her body grows larger and larger. Quickly, the two exit the ship, and gaze upon her unrestrained form. Her gigantic form dwarfs the ship she called a home, and her wings span an incredible distance.

“Holy hell…” Hazel says as he gazes upon the shade, now also in awe.

“There! There he is! Oh my gods what did you do to my friend?!” They hear a man shout. They turn back to see that it is the man they scared, and he has arrived with company.

“Emil! Now!” Nier ordered, and the sun intensified. The area was bathed in light, erasing practically all shadows in the landscape. But Gretel and Hazel were quick, and hid Weiss and his prison in the their shadow before it disappeared.

“Shit!” Kainé yells.

See? Look at me? I’m human! The sun doesn’t hurt! the powerful shade giggled.

“Kainé, what is that?” Qrow asks her with concern evident in his voice.

“A shade. Be careful around this one. It’ll be more powerful than the fuckers at The Aerie. A lot more powerful.”

“You monster! You evil shade! You tricked me!” the man shouts, causing the big mermaid to deflate.

No. I’m human. I’m human! She repeats to convince herself. Just like you wanted!

If you want to be a true human, help us out! Take care of that skeleton! They shout at her.

I─ I will be human! she screamed, her voice shaking the very air around them.

Immediately, the fight begins. She launches an assault of spear-like appendages at Emil. his magic is enough to block, but he struggles to hold his ground. Qrow quickly slices through the appendages, causing what remained to retreat.

“I’ll take care of her! You three take care of them!”

“Got it.” Kainé nods as Emil flies past Hazel and Gretel to keep The Little Mermaid busy. They have faith in the shade.

“Ready for round three, fuckface?” Kainé cursed at the possessed man.

“Three time’s a charm, huh?” Hazel replied, looking at Qrow.

“Try me. Let’s see how lucky you are, fuckface.” Qrow shoots back as he readies his scythe.

They may have been at a slight disadvantage with Gretel weakened by the sun and having to retreat to the shadows created by the clothes on his body, and also being in on a three versus one, but they would not be discouraged. Both would see their mission born of revenge and love through.

Kainé and Nier attacked from the sides, while Qrow went to strike their front. With their speed, they moved to attack Nier first before the others could strike. He went in for a jab with his beastly spear, but the duo quickly sidestepped and grabbed the spear. They yanked it out of his hands and went in for the counter. The teen was quicker than they would have liked, and deftly dodged the reprisal. Kainé and Qrow closed in, but their weapons were blocked by the spear’s study length. Foolish vessels. Stupid human.

“Hmm. This is neither my Sweet Revenge or my brother’s Sweet Love, but it will do for now.” She tells them through Hazel. They feel a jab from behind. Nier saw the opportunity and took it. Unfortunately for him, the beastly dagger would not pierce through aura.

My, that is useful. She comments as they kick Nier away and throw the other two towards him.

Eh. he replies. It’d take a lot more than that to even put a dent in my aura.

Good.

With Emil and the shade in their view now, they see the unparalleled power the two displayed. Glowing magic and angelic lettering soared wildly above the ocean. Glyphs and shade appendages littered the sky in a mess of chaotic sounds.

I will be a human! I’ll kill all of you! Don't you dare stand in my way! She screams to the world.

“I won’t let you hurt my friends!” He shouts at the shade with determination.

They go on the offensive this time, aiming for Qrow. The Shadowlord will want his replicant in good condition, as will whoever’s replicant the other teen belongs to. Qrow, however, is free game. They attack again and again, throwing Nier off with ease, and only having to put in a little more effort for Kainé.

“Can’t you fucking kneel over and die already bitch!?” Kainé shouts in frustration.

“Someday. But not today.” they answer her. But before she can even yell a curse back, they hear a blood curdling scream. It is not the shade, but Emil.

“Emil! What the fuck is going on with you!?” Kainé demands to know. The shade still attacks, but her power does near nothing to him.

Die! Die! Die! I will be a true human!

“Get away from me! NOW!” It is not a request. It is was an order. Qrow stood in Hazel and Gretel’s way as Nier and Kainé begrudgingly leave.

“You better stay alive Emil!” They hear Nier shout as they escape, but he is too far gone to answer.

“Stupid human.” Gretel speaks.

“Willing to drag me down with you?”

“Three times a charm.” Qrow smirks. But his cocky expression is quickly replaced by confusion as a bubble of magic surrounds him.

“LIVE.” Emil commands.

“What?” Qrow shouts more, but they cannot hear him anymore as he is sent away. With no better plan, Hazel and Gretel try to escape, but hit an invisible barrier with a thud.

“Shit.”

Goddammit! Think, think think! What could we do? Gretel said in exasperation as they scanned the beach. There wasn’t anything else there but the sand, the ocean, the shade, and The Ultimate Weapon.

Do you think a shade like her can bring back the shadows? Hazel wonders.

There’s only one way to find out.

-

Are you okay? Gretel asks the mermaid as they exit a shadow.

I’m wonderful! More wonderful than anything! Soon, I’ll be a real human!

Good. And you, Hazel?

Could… be better.

Her possession is taking a toll, isn’t it? Even though she used most of her power and severed herself from a lot of it too, she still retains an incredible amount of it. How did you get so concentrated, and what is your name, might I ask?

I don’t know my name, or that I was even so strong in the first place though. But I don’t care! I’m going to be human! And then we can finally be happy!

For your sake, I hope so. Gretel could not bring herself to reveal than the man who loved her would be replaced by a different man. She had gone through so much. That knowledge could break her. Hazel carried on, harboring the two powerful shades in his body as their temporary vessel.

#Hazel Rainart #Gretel (NieR) #rwby #nier #the remnant branches #there isn't anything sweeter than revenge or love #1.7k words #rip grimoire weiss #Im still hoping they put the little mermaid in the nier remake

[mrneighbourlove]

Into the Darkness and Unknown: Ch 5. A Blink into the Void

Bonegrinder woke and was quite concerned when he could not find Leere. He moved all his pillows and even checked near the river. Then the snake went to where Malik was sleeping, snoring rather loudly. Repeatedly, he poked the man with his tail.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up. Tiny princess is gone. Where is she?"

“What the hell are you doing?” Malik grumbled, slapping the snakes tail away. He was so intolerable.

"Tiny princess is gone. Where is she?" Bonegrinder asked him yet again. "She is not in the hut."

“We investigated the origins of Malus on our own. Afterwards, we discussed the origins of your heathen gods and the demon Teufel. I left for the night, but she remained behind.”

"... you let her research Malus? After all she's been through?!"

“Yes. Because she’s not a fragile little girl. She’s her own woman. I respect that.” Malik rose from his bed, grabbing his armour to strap on.

"Malus is dangerous, she doesn't know what horrors it holds! He is trying to protect her from what those fiends would do to her, use her for! Don't you know why Leere's back has that horrid tattoo upon it?!" Bonegrinder was worried and actually looked panicked. "He is going to find her! Stay here!" And with that, he slithered off in the direction of the Temple of Ruin.

“Wait a damn minute!” Malik grabbed him by the tip of his tail, having just barely finished getting into uniform. Holding on, he was dragged by the back as if he were on water skis.

Bonegrinder was old, but he was still damn fast when he wanted to be. When he tried to go through the opening corridor for the temple, the Anagari nearly lost his balance and released a loud 'OOF'. Looking back, the young lord had grabbed onto the side of the stone, halting the shaman's slithering. Lifting his tail, Bonegrinder watched as Malik still held on dangling there.  "... why are you covered in mud and leaves? You have to be presentable for Mother---wait... did you hold onto Bonegrinder's tail?"

Malik arm muscles were pulsing as he held onto the stone to stop Bonegrinder’s advance. “You stupid, ugly mother fucker.” Malik was glad he wore armour, but being splashed through mud, smacked by branches, and over all being dragged about was a completely unpleasant experience. Letting go of his tail, the only thing he could do was strip out of his armour, magically summon a different set of armour, and get changed into it. “You just had to run off like a child. Didn’t you. Your fat ass didn’t even know I was holding onto you.”

"Bonegrinder has little to no feeling in certain areas of his body, too much nerve damage." He wiggled the tip of his tail. "And you're just jealous that Bonegrinder has all the looks and you have none."

“Oh, don’t get me started on that topic you bastard.” Malik slapped his helmet angrily down onto his head. “Let’s go, I can see storm clouds forming. However, if I’m honest, I’d love to see god strike lightning down upon you.”

"Heheheh, you're just angry cause you know he is right." Bonegrinder had that smug grin on his face. "Come. Leere is this way..." He followed her scent into the library... then out of the library... and... "Huh? Oh. OH. We... might not want to interrupt this."

“Why? Where is she?”

"In Mother's bed."

"Nothing. Leere knows a fine piece of ass when she sees it." Bonegrinder then said, poking Malik's helmet with his claw. "You went after Asakonigei, so you know a lovely lady when you see one too."

“Don’t you dare bring up my wife. I’m not fucking the Queen of Danjur, Zarazu, or anyone else when I’m on diplomatic missions.” Malik growled deeply through graded teeth.

"Mother is not a queen, Malik. Mother is many, Mother is all, and Mother is a guardian." Bonegrinder truly did not see the problem. "This will not influence her decisions. Besides, he doesn't smell any arousal... they might just be sleeping."

Bonegrinder felt a punch in the back. “Open with that. God, you really are crazy.”

~

Inside the temple, Leere steered awake, yawning loudly. Seemed she was being held like a little stuffed bear.

Mother was still sleeping soundly until Leere started to stir.

"No bad dreams?"

“None. Yourself?”

"No, I don't dream very often now." Mother told the princess. "When I do, it's often visions of the future to come, the past which haunts me, or what will happen in the present."

“Well, it was nice.” Close enough, Leere snuck a quick peck in. “We should probably get back to the-” Before she could finish her sentence, there was a sound of lightning outside. “That’s odd. I don’t remember signs of a storm forming yesterday.”

"... you are brave to kiss an Echidnan of many like me, Leere." Mother then heard the rumble of thunder. "Hmm..."

A feeling, a shiver, was felt. To Leere, it was small. A coldness. To the Mother, something wrong was taking place in her homeland. “Do you feel something?”

"... something evil has made its way into my land." Mother had a dark frown on her face. "I must handle this situation. I cannot have it harming my children."

Leere stood up, immediately concerned. “I’ll go investigate.”

When Leere descended from Mother's nest, Bonegrinder was there with his arms crossed. "Bonegrinder would like to know why you were up there."

“I was researching the Mortuus. Your mother let me see the remains of your brother and father. Afterwards, I was very tired, so I offered to sleep beside Mother in her nest for the night. Why are you so concerned?”

"They are not his brother nor father, he is not of Mother, Mother considers us all her 'children'. Her people." Bonegrinder was... uncomfortable, being compared to Mother. It showed on his face. "You are in a strange land and trust others too easily here. While Mother said for you not to be harmed, that does not mean you are completely safe. You should have stayed in the hut. The library holds nothing but pain for you."

Leere knew that Bonegrinder was getting under her skin. Did all his people keep secrets? As a way to calm herself, she remembered an old lesson from her mother. ‘Take a deep breath Leere. Don’t let him get under your skin. Just count down. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, deep breaths.’ Clasping her hands, she felt ready to confront her feelings. “Bonegrinder. I’m going to tell you now that you are pushing my boundaries. I can make choices for myself.”

"He knows you can make choices, but there are some issues you are best left in blissful ignorance." Bonegrinder told the princess. "He does not keep this knowledge from you because he does not think you cannot handle it. He keeps it from you because he does not want you hurt further."

“You want me to stay ignorant!? Are you joking me?!” That certainly cut deep into Leere, with the voice of her reassuring mother shattering from her mind. “You’re contradicting yourself! It would hurt if I couldn’t handle it! You can’t keep information about my past from me! What kind of friend does that? What kind of friend are you if you’d actively deny the truth from me?”

"He does not mean mental hurt, Leere, he means physical hurt. The more you know, the more susceptible you are." Bonegrinder did not know how to explain more without revealing too much to the princess. "There is a reason he removed what he did from your tattoo those years ago. He is trying to keep evil from being drawn to you once more. He wants you to be safe and far from harm. Please believe him, tiny princess, he is trying to help you."

“Physically harmed? On that you couldn’t be more foolish. I’m one of the most committed fighters you’ll ever know, you better believe that.” Leere was going to say something else when she paused. Her face slowly changed to clear and focused attention. “Bonegrinder, Mother. There’s a cart of dead bodies out east not to far from here.”

Malik was the only one who couldn’t pick out the sense of undeath from so far away. “Are you saying Omisha is under attack?”

"Leere, Modoc, you two will have to finish your conversation later." Mother felt the dark magic on the exterior of her lands. Someone was using Mortuus magic and... there was something else. A mixture of rage, hate, and... unbalance. Chaotic magic. This was unsettling. "Modoc, go with the guards to investigate."

Bonegrinder was not going to argue. He nodded his head in agreement and then slithered off to gather some of Mother's most precious treasures; the deadliest of the deadly. These would aid him if there should be any trouble.

Then Mother turned to Leere, "My dear, please do not get too upset over Modoc's intentions. I do believe they are pure, yet at the same time, you do deserve your answers. I ask for only your patience."

“He should have more faith.” Leere turned her attention to Malik, who was already getting prepared to leave. “I’ll need my scythe back Lord Malik.”

The Gerudo chuckled, excited to see how the princess would fight with a weapon. He’d never had the chance before. Handing the hilt to her he kept for safe keeping, he pointed out to the east. “We shouldn’t spare an extra moment if innocents can be in the crossfire.”

"Perhaps when one needs more faith, he must first see the faith others have him. Give Modoc time, Leere." Mother then waited for her precious ones to gather before heading out with the humans. "We must be cautious."

~

The area was a flat plain that made a patch in the jungle’s of Omisha. Fresh green grass whistled with the wind from the storm brewing. Down at an old, crumbling sanctuary near the center of the plain, a Mortuus was channeling a ritual. The sky darkened with the blanket of a storm. Rain fell and thunder boomed after flashes of lightning. From the jungle growth, she saw two figures approach. She needed more time to fulfil her magic. “Kill them.”

As Leere and Malik approached, bodies that sprinkled off the cart and onto the ground came to life. Some shambled towards them with snarling teeth and claws. Other held weapons, brandishing spears and swords.

Malik drew his sword, cleaving through rows of zombies, hurling flesh into the air. With his shield he cracked some skulls open with merely the flick of his arm. He was a wrecking ball that obliterated the fragile bodies of the dead. The princess couldn’t help but remember how brutal he was when she first laid eyes on him as a child. Even amongst the living, she felt very little soul from the man when he was engaged in combat.

Leere could sense the sway of the Necromancer over these victims. These bodies were flesh, as well as human. On the clothing she recognized symbols and styles from Al-Daida. Raising a hand into the air next to three, she squeezed her fist. The heads squashed inward like a crumbled paper ball. Focusing her energy, she over took the will of five others to turn on other undead, chomping at the bits to devour one another. The other Necromancer must have caught on quick, because like a door shut in her face, Leere felt herself unable to enforce her will on more undead. With more time she could break down that door, but she needed to fight immediately. Activating her scythe, the staff extended outwards, a blue blade of energy shimmering with ancient technology. Spinning around she surgically cut down various zombies’ limb by limb. With her hilt, she’d push any that tried to grab her, giving them a lashing of her blade to rip their heads from their body.

When the time came to fight, Mother was going to ensure no one escaped. Trespassers would die. Her precious deadly ones ripped into the zombies easily, flanking the humans that led the charge. Most of the undead could never hope to penetrate the flesh of an Echidnan. It was too easy. What was coming next?

The Mortuus felt she had found the time she needed. These Echidnan’s would be trouble, but that’s what the ritual was for.

All the fighters on the battlefield saw a red glow pierce the sky, and on the ground next to the caster a pentagram pulsed wicked energy. From out of the earth hellfire spat out, and, with the smell of brimstone staining the air, demons set foot on earth. Many were vile, disturbing creatures. Some were humanoid, with edged weapons, but that’s the tamest they were in appearance. Some didn’t have eye sockets. Others had exposed craniums. Most were the size of Echidnan’s. Three had crab like lower bodies with bizarre hooked sails and jagged claws. Worst of all, a few sprouted wings and choose to fly off and cause havoc in the rest of Omisha.

Leere and Malik certainly felt fear, pausing in their advance. However, in a moment of reflection separate to both of them, they dug deep and found their courage to move onward.

Leere broke her promise to Mother. With her own magic, she summonsed forth her Dead Hand. An undead pale monstrosity burst from the earth, with dozens of bloody hands shooting from the ground to pull a demon towards the mark of its jaws. Other demons quickly jumped the undead, clawing and biting back at the creature.

Malik gave into his rage, fuelling his physical strength as he parried the strike of a sword-demon, plunging his blade into the gut of the abomination, and pulling upwards to cleave it in half.

A particular demon with its eyes sewn shut held a staff with an orb on top. With the storm brewing in the sky, it spun its staff around before thrusting it toward an Echidnan. Lightning crackled and snapped down at the pointed target, tearing apart an old warrior. Between that caster and the two humans needing to put a stop to it, a demon with no skin on its muscly arms bounded its chest at Malik and roared.  

The Gerudo Lord tapped his shield at Leere, hoping she’d understand what would need to be done. “Catapult maneuver!”

Leere nodded, already running towards the man. She had witnessed her siblings practice the technique enough times as well as watch Rinku perform it in live combat to know what she needed to do. Jumping on his shield, the princess was thrown over the muscular demon straight towards the blind lightning caster. The demon hissed at her as she flew towards it. With a glare in her eyes, she struck downwards, cutting its head open like a cantaloupe down in vertical swing of her scythe. Landing on her feet, she quickly spun around to snap its staff in half, cleaving its body in good measure.

The other demon threw a punch at Malik, who in the motion of throwing Leere, swung his shield arm down at his opponent. The shield stabbed in between the knuckles of the demon, causing blood to squirt out onto Malik’s armour, as well as rewarding his ears with scream of pain. Least Malik could only hope it was pain; damn things roars sounded nearly identical. Under its screaming, Malik plunged upwards into the demon’s mouth, his blade piercing outwards the back of its skull. With a jerk, he pulled with his sword and shield out from its body, quickly moving with Leere to enter the grounds of the old sanctuary.

The land was full of blood now. The dark magic was tainting the ground and Mother was using her magic to push all of the demonic nature backwards. The leader of her people even used the storm of the enemy to sway lightning to crash upon demons that dared believe they could fly out to cause chaos. She had held the barrier separating Malus and Omisha. Now, she was using a shield to part her children from the demons. This foul magic would not hurt anymore, would not take hold of anyone, would never risk the lives of her people again! As Leere used her necromancy magic, Mother was very incensed. She would speak to the girl about the usage of such dark forces in her kingdom later. For now, she had a job to do; push back the intruder.

Bonegrinder was as deadly as ever, fighting beside of his brothers and sisters. Yet, he was more so experienced with these fiends. It sickened the Anagari to see the destruction, though he was more so worried. These demons were smarter than a zombie puppet. Once or twice, he used his long tail to swat a smaller demon from Leere or Malik, before being engaged by more of the larger abominations.

As Leere and Malik entered the grounds of the sanctuary, the intruder magically constructed a ring of fire around the area to keep anyone out who didn’t want to risk being burned, as well as to keep the two of them in her company. When she dropped her hood, Malik steadied his sword. “I know you.”

Leere felt an odd sense of curiosity towards this woman. She was taller than her, but still had the same red eyes and a similar shade of hair colour as her. This didn’t diminish her caution, however.

The woman raised a finger to Malik, frowning at first. Quickly, she shook off her frown with a light laugh. “Look at that. No longer able to be my puppet. No matter. When you die all over again you shall be a slave to my will once again, Dio!”

“The woman who tried to kill Zarazu.” Malik’s grip on his sword tightened. Leere felt this information was shared to give her clarity, but was also the man giving himself a reminder of why she was a serious threat.

“Indeed. She does not deserve to be the Goddess of Death. I will become the God of Death with her death.”

Malik didn’t take the threat to Zarazu’s life lightly. His hatred of the gods was deep enough, no need for this bitch to have grand dreams of ascending to godhood by taking the life of his friend, especially since Zarazu wasn’t an actual god. “You won’t touch her.”

“You’re right. I’ll probably have someone else rip out her intestines and snuff the breath out of her. Perhaps her husband.”

Leere readied her scythe, familiar with the madness of cultists enough from her travels. She knew there would be no reasoning with this woman. “The first Mortuus I met since my adoption, and you’re revolting. There’s a small hope that the people of Omisha are wrong about those that come from Malus, but I can see in your expression and wordplay that you’re a monster they fear.”

Dio turned her attention to Leere, a glow of examination filling her. “So… you’re the target. Heard stories about you. The Mortuus who escaped alive. You’ve made friends in high places. From what I understand, even a snake who can’t keep himself from destroying everything he loves.”

Leere and Malik knew she was speaking of Bonegrinder, but before they could ponder on this more, a flash of lightning was shot towards them both from a demon that made itself know behind Dio. It’s form Malik raised his shield to defend himself, but Leere had to throw herself to the ground to avoid the attack.

The woman laughed, a mad glee in her eyes. “My master is going to make me a god. I’ll use you both as slaves to build a temple in my honour on this very land.”

Mother knew not of the past incident with this Mortuus, but could put together enough pieces to realize that there was most definitely bad blood between the her and Malik. This demonic magic made her feel uneasy. It was the same kind of magic which was used to torment the souls of her mate and her child. Bad memories were there to help her, the Echidnan ruler reminded herself. She had to be cautious. She had to be faster. She had to be the smart one. With a slam of her tail, the Mother separated the earth between her children and the demons, a rift appearing in-between them.

The demons hissed; their attention being drawn to the Mother now that they were cut off from the rest of Omisha. One flashed frilled quills at the Echidnan. “The souls of your children will be our nourishment. But first, let us embrace you.”

Inside the sanctuary, Dio commanded her demon to attack Malik. It had the appearance of a flying eyeball with flower peddles surrounding the body. With a glow, black lightning shot towards the Gerudo, forcing him to take cover behind his shield and retreat amongst the rubble as the demon gave chase.

Dio herself locked eyes with Leere, her hands glowing with magic ready to destroy her enemies. There was a presence that felt familiar to Dio about this woman. Why? “A pampered princess can’t kill a god to be.”

“You are just another mad cultist.” Leere ran forward with her scythe to strike down Dio. Her blade met the empty air as the devilish woman danced around her strikes. Finally, she retaliated by snapping her fingers. At both of Leere’s sides, two Floormasters, man sized sentient hands, flew towards her to grab her. They were nearly identical to her Wallmaster, simply having a different function. She found herself being squeezed tight together in their grip. Dio snorted in amusement at her conjuration working out flawlessly. “Looks like the Destroyer is going to lose one of her friends.”

Leere felt her skin being torn into, blood leaking out onto the Floormasters. Good. Blood magic made the hands lose their grip, and before Dio could react, Leere threw the two hands together to make an icky battering ram of monster flesh. Both monsters forced together and hurled into Dio had the effectiveness of a giant fist punching her whole body. The woman was flung backwards into ground, blood flying from her now broken nose. Rising to her feet, her mood was soured to see Leere’s hands glowing red with cursed blood magic.

“You dare strike me?”

“I’m going to drain the life from you is what I’m going to do.”

Dio couldn’t imagine how a Mortuus who left the capital of Malus could have so much power. “Ha. We’ll see about-HCK!!!”

Suddenly, Dio wasn’t laughing. Due to Leere’s blood making contact with her skin thanks to the battering ram the princess threw at Dio, she was now able to levitate the body of the other necromancer. Taking her time, she started to squeeze the oxygen out of Dio’s lungs with her magic. This startled the intruder to Omisha greatly. She could taste the thick amount of iron in her mouth as her breath was being taken away.

As Leere stepped forward into Dio’s shadow to get a closer look at bitch she was about to kill, the woman cocked her head to the right at the princess and thrust her arm upwards with all the strength she could to get through Leere’s blood magic. Leere felt her rib cage be violently stabbed as a shadow pierced into her. Taking a few steps back, Leere struggled for breath as Dio rose from the ground. With a cruel smile, Dio made another slash with her shadow. The bladed arm cut into Leere’s back, spinning her around with the force of the impact.

The princess breathed heavily from her injuries. The only thing that felt good was the smell of the rain that started to fall down. Every drop that hit her lacerations stung like hellfire instead of cooling water.

As Dio approached from behind, she paused, her expression being frozen on Leere’s back. “That tattoo… I didn’t think it plausible. But it is it. Schwanz des Teufels: Tyrannin.”

“What?” When the woman spoke to her, there was frightening chill in her voice, as if two people were speaking at once, viewing her body with nefarious intent.

“Rejoice Leere Dragmire. You have a purpose now, a reason to stay alive.” It was defiantly a different voice coming from Dio now, however, when she spoke again, Leere heard the smugness of the woman return. “Doesn’t mean I don’t get to cut you apart so thy can keep still forever.”

Tendrils of darkness lifted from Dio’s shadow, shooting towards Leere with the precision of whips. They crackled through the air as the Princess drew the knife as her side to repel them the best she could.

Mother was able to contain the fiends easily with the help of her deadly children. Most of the demons were massive mounds of flesh without proper training. It was easy to rip into the fiends and dispose of them. Once Bonegrinder had completed his duty to Mother, using his own dark magic to contain the demons where they stood, he turned his attention to Malik and Leere. He had seen the two duel opponents before, yet, this was different. Malik was struggling to obtain an offense with his foe. Leere was holding her own against the Mortuus bitch, yet there was... shadow magic being used. Too much darkness...

When Dio attacked Leere with her assault of shadow whips, Bonegrinder shot forward through the fire. His body smelled of burnt flesh for only a moment before regenerating. It was time to end this now before anymore lives could be lost. Lunging forward, he tackled Dio and had his jaws opened wide. His coils wrapped around Dio's body and his fangs were ready to clamp down on her head.

The eye demon that had Malik pinned behind cover flew in to assist Dio. Before Bonegrinder could kill the woman, the shadow fired a powerful stream of dark lightning into the back of his head. As his coils unfurled, Dio scuttled on her back away from the freak of nature that nearly devoured her.

Leere was quick to try and stop her, claiming and swinging her scythe at the bitch’s head. Dio barely escaped death once again, returning the attempt on her life with a kick to Leere’s wounded stomach.

The pain Leere felt was unbearable, and her scream was shrill and high as she stumbled back. She even dropped her weapon from the kick. Looking up, Leere quickly was electrocuted by a stream of red lightning launched from the fingertips of Dio’s raised right hand. Leere had been electrocuted before, but this felt different. It was of her life force was being drained from her, the very soul being stolen. And its agony she felt from it was unreal.

Malik saw the demon firing a continuous stream of electricity at Bonegrinder. It wouldn’t stop firing down upon him, shredding flesh right down to the bone. Looking the lightning storm above, he quickly thought of a plan. Raising a metal sword to the sky, Malik put just enough of his own energy that the blade started sparking. The sizzling increased volume, until finally, Malik felt it was ready to throw. Launching the blade right under the shadowy demon like a boomerang, a lightning bolt from the heavens struck downwards in a path towards the metal blade, piercing the demon through its entire body to reach it. Its form crumbled into the earth, turning into black goo.

Dio channeled her masters magic. Magic was his domain, so it was only natural he could take it away. He taught her his ways. It hurt like hell to use, but she knew it hurt her enemies even more. Seeing Bonegrinder get up, she fired her other hand of magic draining bolts towards the monster. “Come now. Transform. I know who you are. My master told me. It also so happens you are the enemy of all Mortuus.”

Malik ran forward, throwing himself in front of Dio’s bolts towards Leere with his shield. It gave her a moments recovery to breathe as Malik struggled against the anti-life magic. If he was going to protect anyone, it would be the princess over that bratty snake.

"MODOC!!!" Mother shouted when she saw him being attacked by the life draining magic. If he was unstable... if he lashed out, he could hurt them too. She yelled at the pair, motioning with her tail for them to get behind her barrier. "Malik! Leere!!! Get away!!! Get away from Modoc!!!"

Bonegrinder's body twisted and contorted, his coils seemingly ready to break. His mind was jumbled. Nothing was clear. Where was he? When was he? Why was he fighting? Who was he with? These questions, he knew he had an answer, but could not formulate one. Groaning, he held his head. The Anagari's body was starting to form... particles. Floating particles surrounded him. Ironically, not of dark magic, but of pure energy. Light energy. His eyes were glowing a solid white, and he spoke in a language that no one understand.

"You will not hurt them! You are done hurting innocents! We banished you once and we will banish you again!" Bonegrinder simply shot his hand through Dio's fiendish magic and grasped her by the throat. "You serve a false god who takes pleasure in the torment of others. I will wipe you from existence for your crimes against this world!" With a blast of pure energy, the celestial magic exploded... and threw everyone backwards. Even Mother was knocked off her many centipede legs. All the demons either were obliterated by the magic, or retreated back into the portal that returned them to the deepest pits of the underworld and Hell.

In Bonegrinder’s grasp, Dio tried to speak. Her face was turning dark purple from the tight iron grip around her tiny neck. Celestial magic had burned her body from head to toe. She’d have died outright if something inside her watching deemed her ready for death.

To be completely honest with herself, she was terrified. If her body still had the capacity, she might have been pissing herself from fear, at least, if there hadn’t been a nugget of confidence in returning from the dead. Dio didn’t like the idea of dying regardless, but she’d serve one last purpose first. “My master will r-resurrect me. He will-”

Her eyes suddenly rolled back, and the air grew bitterly cold. The voice that left her mouth was clearly not her own. What’s more, it was the only one that could communicate with the being that inhabited Bonegrinder. “I found you at last. I don’t think you were the brother I expected though.”

Leere’s back was burning with pain and her magic sizzled from Bonegrinder’s explosion. She was flown far away, and when she tried to stand, she found her left leg was broken from the blast. It was hard to tell at sight, but she knew something was terribly wrong with both Bonegrinder and Dio. The air was phased around them like a mirage, the ground crackling with sparks.

Malik was lucky enough to be thrown into some rubble, so he wasn’t launched far. Closer than Leere, he could hear the voice that escaped the Mortuus. “Teufel.”

Teufel simply ignored Malik, as one would ignore an ant on a mountain hike. “I am God. I have subjects in all corners of this realm and others. This dear girl, played her part admirably. I will consider resurrecting her. Your God has one last task for you Dio. The Mother of Omisha insulted me by saying your pathetic tribe of life worshipers could ever control me. Deal with the matter.”

The Mortuus’ voice spoke out in the same tone as a broken note of a recorder. “Yes, my lord...”

Dio’s hand rose, and with magic not her own, a beam of celestial magic shot from her finger towards the Mother of Omisha as a way to pierce her heart. The magic already started to disintegrate Dio’s body as it left her being, too much for a mere mortal to handle such power.

"You will never win. Not as long as Kaksa is here. Not as long as I am here." Bonegrinder, no... an ancient god snarled at the voice of Chaos coming through Dio's body. It was a brother of Creation or Destruction who was in control of his host now. The celestial god of creation had laid dormant in his Echidnan host for a long while. Rarely did he surface. "You became greedy and tried to disrupt her beloved world. Now, you will never be at her side again. The Mother Goddess has wiped her hands of betraying filth like you---!!!"

When Dio shot magic at Mother, Bonegrinder reacted. He could only deflect it. Using a huge blast of his own celestial power, he knocked the beam sideways and it slammed into the side of a hill, exploding the earth. Hunks of grass, rock, and dirt flew through the air and the sudden force of casting his own magic caused the Anagari to sail through multiple trees, breaking the plants in half, before settling into the mud.

"MODOC!!!" Mother rushed to Bonegrinder's side and collected him into her arms. His body was disintegrated in some areas, but was slowly starting to repair itself. "Modoc? Modoc!!! I command you to open your eyes! Modoc!"

“Your goddess, Hylia, and the other gods have already failed. Already have I dominated a few myself. Join Ponca, Osage, and Akihara in Hell Modoc. I look forward to killing the last of your people Malik… Mother… Leere…. Hehe… Hehehe. HahahahaHAHAHAHA!!!” With a final defiant laugh, Dio’s body disintegrated into earth, her masters taunt being heard by all. The silhouette of her body left a black stain in the earth of Omisha.

Malik made his way to Mother, concerned about Bonegrinder’s condition. The last time he’d seen his body so damaged was when he himself detonated a highly volatile powder keg in his face. “Is he alive?”

"He is alive, but he's going to need some time to recover." Mother looked... worried. A huge, intimidating being like her being anxious was surely not a good sign. There was still a bit of celestial magic floating around Bonegrinder's body, yet now, it was harmless. As it sunk to the jungle floor, it actually rejuvenated the tainted parts of the ground. "He took a direct hit from Chaos... that stupid fool." The Echidan of many took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "You've been around as long as I have, yet have suffered more torment. Why do you continue to do such idiotic things when you know we all will need you?" She told Bonegrinder in his comatose state. "I fear that one day your body will not repair and what will we do then?" The other children of Mother made a makeshift stretcher and began to carry Bonegrinder back to the Temple of Ruin.

She then finally looked at Malik, and said, "... you have questions. I will answer. But not here."

Malik looked to Leere in the not too far distance, seeing her still on the ground writhing in pain. “Questions can come at a later time. Let us attend to our wounded first.” Malik walked past the bodies of demons and undead to reach Leere. Seeing the condition the princess was in, he winced behind his helmet. However, he respected her tenacity as a warrior for not complaining from the physical pain. “That leg doesn’t look good.”

“No... shit...” Leere was breathing as steady as she could to get through the pain. “I think my femur is broken.”

The Gerudo lord looked down to see some bone poking out of Leere’s skin. Between that and the gut wound, he wondered how she was still breathing.  “You need a Doctor.”

“No... shit...”

Carefully, but not enterally painlessly, Malik scooped Leere into his arms and carried her back to the rest of the Echidans. “I think a Bonegrinder is this Destroyer god we have heard so much about.”

“We can’t know for sure.”

“We both saw the magic he possessed. He tore through demons and Dio like they were nothing.”

Leere pondered on this theory, noting the facts. Bonegrinder surrounded himself with those that eroded the will of people. He was rather ravenous in his hunger, seemingly having no sight in his growth. Leere was read a tale that one of the known symbols of the end of the world was a giant snake. His own people held rumours about him. And given his powers, it wasn’t hard to imagine the type of destruction he could bring to the world. But he was still her friend, wasn’t he?

“Let’s... save that thought for later. I need rest for now.”

"Bring the princess into the infirmary. My healers will care for her." Mother instructed Malik. "And if you have any injuries that need tending, please tell my children. The Tlanuhwas will be sure to care for you and the princess tonight. Though if you rather have a Kokyangwuti, please tell me. There are many options to treat you, whatever you feel more comfortable." She then said, "I will visit after I ensure the barriers are stable."

“Understood.” With great haste, Malik took off with Leere in his arms. The battlefield they left behind had a remarkable effect. With the rain fall, life started to come back to land, all except marked by the hell and chaos left behind directly by Dio. Her death bed sizzled, whispering promises of more suffering and discord to be pulled in Omisha. Far, far away, a primordial evil was still laughing. The Devil found out the identity of one of its greatest enemies, as well as part of their very being thought forever lost. And if Teufel knew where and who they were, it would be all the easier to control the threads of fate for when its time would come. All in due time…

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Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/190705569511/into-the-dark-and-unknown-ch-4-forbidden

Next Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/190828059731/into-the-darkness-and-unknown-ch-6-poking-the

#Crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #Starts off fun #Battle Sequence #Leere #Malik #Bonegrinder #Ancient Gods #The mother #Mother #Dio the Mortuus #Teufel #Demons #Echidans #Omisha #Malus

[graymalkyn]

Nonny had requested a short piece related to the guitar, which could be angsty, romantic, funny, or basically anything XD so here it goes (as usual it’s not great, it’s more like a sketch, but well...)

He Tian doesn’t delude himself: he knows the chances that Mo Guanshan will thank him for the gesture are close to zero, and that’s because there isn’t anything less than that. But he’s learned to look for those microexpressions that Guanshan occasionally lets show. His scowl, for instance, is different when Mo sees him and when He Tian touches him. So is the inflection in his voice when he screams at him. When he’s actually furious, there’s a little growl that gets mingled with the words he spits out. When he’s just embarrassed, the screaming is louder and there’s some kind of trembling that matches his clenched fists. So he’s confident that when the time comes, he’ll be able to get how Mo feels.

He Tian grins as he’s attacked by a barrage of questions (“Is it for you?” “Will it be this person’s first guitar?” “What is your budget?”). He deflects them by pointing to the guitar on display and producing a fat wallet from his pocket. By the twinkle in the salesperson’s eyes, he knows that he’s secured the guitar.

The tricky thing, however, is when to give it to Mo. After the sauce incident turned saucy, he doubts Guanshan will go to his place any time soon. Maybe if he kidnapped his mom… No, that would be wrong. What about organizing a world sandwich exhibition in his apartment and sending him a formal invitation? No way in hell. At school, in front of everyone? He rubs the back of his neck as he tries to contain a smirk. That would send him right through the roof. He can’t help but laugh at the thought of Little Mo going so red in the face, hissing like a pissed-off cat.     

It would be better to see him blushing for other things instead, wouldn’t it.

Eventually, he decides to go straight to Mo’s house. Mo’s got cleaning duty that day, so he won’t be home for a while yet. Fortunately, Mother Mo is home, so he sits with her for a cup of tea and they have a little chat.

“Please tell him that I hope he can make use of this old guitar. Since my uncle left it behind and I can’t play it, you’re doing me a favor by taking it off my hands. Also,” he slides an envelope across the table, “I’m sorry for ruining Guanshan’s clothes the other day. I hope this is enough to cover for any expenses.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t accept it!” his mother blushes as she waves her hands. “Besides, it wasn’t hard to remove---”

“You’re too kind, but I must insist.” He Tian gives her his charming-schoolboy smile and by the look in her face, he knows he’s won the battle. At least he’s scored a few points with her. The thought keeps him happy as he walks down the street towards the subway station. He stops to buy something to drink and checks the time. Mo’s probably home by now, or maybe not, since he hasn’t received any furious messages.

Walking down the steps to the platform, he tries to imagine Guanshan’s face. For some reason, He Tian pictures him biting his lower lip in frustration. Mo’s pout is a sight that always stirs something within him, so he feels slightly sorry that he won’t get to see---

“HE FUCKING TIAN!” The howl startles him, but he blinks the confusion away and looks up. Mo Guanshan is standing at the top of the stairs, panting; his face is flushed from running after him. He’s clenching the envelope in his right hand and the guitar case is hanging from his shoulder.

He Tian is aware that the train has arrived at the station and is only a few meters away from him. If he hurries and strides across the platform, he can get away with it and live another day. He turns to make a run for it, but Guanshan recklessly leaps down the steps, and He Tian’s brain tells him he’s going to fall and hurt himself if he does that. His legs seem to agree, so they refuse to move, and he waits.

Now Mo is standing right before him. The strap of the guitar case slides down his shoulder and he shoves it onto He Tian. “What the fuck is this?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“Compensation,” He Tian smirks. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Take it! I don’t need you to get it for me!” Guanshan yells. “Who do you think you are?! Who do you think I am?!”

He Tian rubs the part of the chest where the guitar poked him but he still refuses to take it. He tries to read Mo’s expression, so he simply gives Mo a quiet smile, looking for the right words. “Who do I think you are? I don’t know… But we’re getting to know each other, aren’t we?”

“What the… You’re fucking unbelievable,” Guanshan growls. “How dare you come to my place when I’m not there---”

“Oh, wait!” He Tian raises his eyebrows and flashes him a smile. “Is that your issue? That you weren’t there to---”

“As---As if, dickhead!” Mo spits out, cheeks bright red. “Stay away from my mom!”

“My, did she fall prey to my charms? I should have told her that the one I’m interested is---”

“Shut your hole!” Mo’s shrill voice is the perfect complement for the blushing that’s spreading down his neck, getting lost underneath his shirt. He grabs He Tian by the collar as if he were about to rough him up, but He Tian can see a hint of pain in his eyes.

Ah, that’s true. He’s forgotten the most important thing about this guy: his pride. Somewhere along the line He Tian has realized that Mo Guanshan is stupidly proud. He’s enjoyed teasing him, he always does, but lately it feels as if Mo’s discomfort were his own, perhaps after what happened at the restaurant. “You don’t need to be proud with me,” he wants to say, but he gets the feeling that Mo will sock him square in the face if he tells him that.

“If you hate it that much, then,” He Tian says almost gently, “take it as a farewell gift.” He sees Mo’s frozen stare and takes it as a sign that he’s actually paying attention to him. “After today, I won’t come near you anymore. So, take it.” It’s a lie, of course, but if that’s what he truly wants... He tilts his head and waits for Guanshan’s look of relief.

But Mo’s lips aren’t curving into a smile. In fact, they’re trembling as if he couldn’t help it. He Tian sees him clenching his jaw, but the more Guanshan tries to hold back, the more his body shivers.

When he speaks, his voice is brittle. “You… Why… Why do things always have to go according to your pace?”

He throws the envelope at He Tian’s face and it lands on the floor with a soft thud, but He Tian doesn’t pay attention to it. His eyes are entranced by Mo’s face, because he’s never looked this way before.

“Little Mo…” he begins to say, but before he knows it, Mo’s fist hits him in the cheek, not too hard but hard enough for the punch to sting a bit.

“Asshole!” His voice is broken now, and his rage makes his whole body shake in a way he cannot control. “Fucker, why---” Mo rubs his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, leaving a red mark on his face. “I fucking hate your guts, you dickhead!” he shouts.

He Tian picks up the envelope and slips it into the guitar case. He glances around and notices that some people are watching them. He puts his hand on Mo’s arm and says softly, “Come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Mo grumbles, but his body offers no resistance.

He Tian leads him to a secluded place. He waits in silence for Mo to calm down. He’s still muttering “asshole” and “jerk” and other things that He Tian’s grown immune to. “Shouldn’t you be happy to hear that from me?” he finally asks.

For the first time, Guanshan seems to think before he speaks. But when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, “I hate you.”

He Tian sighs. “Which is why I’m saying it should be better for you if we didn’t hang out… If I didn’t go near you anymore.”

Mo clenches his fists and He Tian gets ready to be punched again. But this time, Mo says, “You’re big-headed and irritating and meddling and evil, and since I met you, my life has been fucking hell.”

“You make me sound like a demon,” He Tian chuckles bitterly.

“You fucking are,” Mo Guanshan replies. “Everything you touch turns chaotic, and I can’t deal with it. The world starts spinning like mad when you’re around and it’s fucking annoying. I can’t take it.”

He Tian passes his tongue over his lower lip and swallows hard. “I didn’t think I affected you this much.” He waits, even though he knows that Guanshan’s reply might never come, because deep down he hopes.

Mo’s shoulders tense up. He doesn’t look at him; instead, his eyes are fixed on a spot of the floor where there’s a tiny crack, like the one in his voice when he finally says, “You do.”

In his mind, He Tian pushes Mo against the wall and slides his hands down his shirt and up his back. His tongue has to hold back as well, eager as it is to slip between Mo’s lips and taste him. But he remembers Mo’s reaction to their first kiss. His body and his brain don’t seem to agree on what to do, so he just stands there, frozen.

Meanwhile, Mo’s appears to have realized the weight of his words, because it commands his legs to move and take him out of there, but Mo has forgotten how to walk. He turns around and his feet falter, and the only thing keeping from falling down is He Tian’s hand.

“Aaah, I want to kiss you right now,” He Tian says, blissfully numb.

“Wha---! Don’t, you chicken duck! Dick! Jerk!” Mo manages to babble.

“But Little Mo, you can’t say that and not expect me to act...”

“This is what I said before!” Mo snaps. “It’s always about what you want, when you want it! What about me?!”

“Then you do it,” He Tian says, stepping forward and relaxing his grip on Mo’s arm. “You take the lead.” Before Mo complains, He Tian cannot resist one more dig at him. “Or what, are you that much of a coward?” He hopes that Mo’s outrage will become the excuse he needs, and he’s not disappointed.

A pair of warm, trembling hands grab him by the t-shirt and tug at him, bringing him forward. His lips get crushed against Mo’s in a rough way that suits him, because right now there’s this bubble inside him about to burst. He Tian can’t help but smile, and when Mo’s lips leave him, he leans forward and kisses him slowly. Their breathing becomes slightly heavier and it gets mingled. Mo is clinging to him, melting.

And for a moment, the world stops.

If you haven’t seen it yet, do check @bisho-s version of an amazing TianShan kiss. I swear, she’s a freaking 19 Days angel. Bless. 

#oops it's long #19 days writing #tianshan drabble #he tian x mo guan shan #it's not really related to the other drabbles

[teashadephoenix]

11 Questions

I got tagged by @pomegranate-belle <3 I'm sorry this took for fucking ever?!!??

I’ll tag @lioness--hart @fox-in-the-library and @whitegodiva if you guys want to do it? And anybody else, obvi <3

1. How long have you been writing?

Actually sitting down to type stories out? Eight years old. I've been making shit up since I could talk. I have it on good authority I am entertaining to listen to.

2. What are the major themes of your current wip(s)? LONG ANSWER

omg I really dont know. I spent several hours over several days banging on this question in my head both in front of the computer and away from it only to come to the horrified realisation that I Don't Know. *gay panic*

I know the things I like to write about. I like to write about free exchange of culture, of mutual respect and fraternity with your fellow humans (which leads to themes of unity, unconditional love not only of people but of the world, and the gray area of what it means to protect those things without giving in to hate, indifference and intolerance. THE GRAY AREA IS WHERE I THRIVE.)

I like to write about intergenerational relationships (which leads to themes of obsolescence, changing of the guard, and how people, in general, not individuals, never really change. Like, there's For a Good Time graffiti on the walls at Pompeii. That is HILARIOUS.)

I write a lot about family, both born and found. (Everybody has a place and everybody is loved.) I write about mental illness and being queer (which all by itself leads to themes of not knowing your place in the world even if you have one. Frequently comes up against the previously mentioned theme)

So yeah. I don't know. My big WIP, the Aalee Rise series, is about a young woman on the cusp of adulthood going out into the world for the first time. It's her idealism vs reality. The other main characters in that cast are all foils re: various facets of societal structure and ideologies. One challenges her idea of government, another her idea of religion. She falls in love, her loyalties to her brother and parents are tested, she makes mistakes, she fights monsters and saves the world. A lot.

tldr; It's my sandbox and I just wanted to build castles in it. I don't really know if the castles will mean anything when I'm done. I hope they do.

3. What do you want people to take away from your story once they’ve read it?

My greatest ambition is that I could ever write a hero as beloved as the heroes I read about growing up, figures that reminds not to give up hope, to get back up when we're down, that the dark times ahead of us will come to pass.

At best, if I've done that, I'll be ecstatic and satisfied.

At worst, as long as you had a good time, if you didn't throw the book across the room in disgust, I'll take it.

4. Would you be excited if people write fanfiction about your wip(s)?

YAAAAS. I would literally never read it because Im terrified of accidentally absorbing someone's ideas and making them my own bc Christ alive that's a legal nightmare, but yes that would make my life.

And you can have my firstborn if you send me fanart.

5. What’s your go-to writing beverage?

Tea. Really strong and sweet. I make a fresh quart each morning and usually go through it by the end of day.

6. Who is your favorite oc? Tell me about them!

OMG ALL OF MY CHILDREN ARE PRECIOUS. (it's Aalee.)

Aalee Dering is the eighteen-year-old protagonist of my Aalee Rise series.  When we meet her in volume one (Worldwalk) she and her twin brother are setting off on their coming-of-age journey around the country. Her people, the Noruahai, have defended humanity for generations from unearthly creatures called asmic, and if she wants to become a licensed Marshal like her famous mother (and wow, she really, really does) she'll have to prove herself on her Worldwalk.

Aalee thinks with her heart first and always. She loves beautiful things, and all things are beautiful to her. She's quick to cry and struggles with anger, as well as distraction; she has trouble keeping focus. Good for getting into trouble. Not so good when it comes to being a responsible adult.

It would probably be easier if she wasn't of two minds on every single decision she has to make. She empathises with everyone, which can be paralysing-- how can she fight someone whose point of view she gets?

7. Do you feel that mistakes are important learning tools in the writing journey?

Mistakes are learning tools of life, darling. In writing they generally aren't the types that will destroy friendships, health, financial status, etc, which means they're generally easier to bounce back from. Unless you commit career suicide in some way...

8. Rank your ocs by their capability in a footchase (either running after or from smth, your choice)

1. Fall from the Aalee Rise series. He's a complicated human. Without getting into the context of the world he's from, he's hard to explain; but the short version is he's half-ghost so he can basically turn himself into the wind.

2. Rosie Frey from Color of the Stars but only when she's a lion. In her human form she's pretty normal.

3. Lynn Blythe (or any of the other vampires) from Echoes of Eden, because they're cheating cheaterfaces who use mystical vampy powers to be stronger and faster than humans

4. Sendmarshal Henley from the Aalee Rise series. Probably the fastest regular human. Imagine the most beautiful, tall, leggy black woman you can, all lean muscle and elegant grace, and now imagine her scooping you up and zipping out of danger with an easy smile on her face... *fans self* I stan.

5. When running headlong into danger to save someone? Aalee Dering. When running away? Frustratingly, satirically slow. She's one of those idiot heroes who stops to make sure everyone got away okay so Fall's always running back to grab her ("MOVE, IDIOT" "But that little old lady--" "FIRE-BREATHING MONSTERS. MOVE.")

9. Does your wip have romance? tell me about it!! if not tell me about a friendship/important relationship in your wip!! MORE LENGTHY BLAH

Relationships are the driving force of my writing. How one loves or is loved by other people, how they relate and engage with others, is how one grows, in real life and in fiction. There are a number of relationships in all my series that I'm fond of for various reasons. (For instance, even though she cannot STAND him, I'm eager af to write Eden and Lynn's relationship in Echoes of Eden because of how complicated it is.)

And as a rule all of my characters are queer or questioning unless otherwise stated, and I ship everybody with basically everybody else, and almost everybody has a love story in their history. (at least, their parents certainly do because I am a gross vile romantic and these fuckers came from somewhere.)

That having been said, for the sake of brevity I'll stick with Aalee Rise and limit myself to the Big Three: Aalee and her brother Elles, Aalee and her best friend Norah, and Aalee and Fall.

FAMILY: Aalee and Elles are twins. Born together and never separated, which stands out in a world where families are broken up by chaotic circumstances and random death on a regular basis. Aalee is easily distracted and has difficulty communicating her thoughts, so she tends to act on impulse; Elles is forever the cool head and the hand grabbing her by the back of the shirt to stop her from walking into danger. And after eighteen years of this... he's tired of it. He loves his sister, but he longs to see the world on his own terms, walk his own path. And Aalee doesn't share that sentiment. Not only doesn't share it, but is blown away when it comes into play. Her partner in crime wants to break away, and she does not take it very well. The first volume (Worldwalk) explores how their relationship suffers, grows, and changes due to this break.

FRIEND: Aalee's best friend of ten years is Norah. They met as little girls in a monster-ravaged town; Norah was entertaining the youngest orphans with a story and Aalee joined in. The pair of them spent a long night keeping civilians from panicking while Marshals battled asmic beyond the walls of the bunker. They exchanged addresses and became penpals over the next few years, since both of their parents travelled and they were rarely in the same place at the same time. That changed suddenly when Norah lost her father. Since then, Norah's family and Aalee's have lived in the same town. Norah is her warm hand in the dark, her shoulder to cry on, the first person she tells any good news. for Norah, Aalee is the only person (at the beginning of the story, anyway) with whom she can be her real whole self. They love each other no matter what.

ROMANCE: And then there's Fall. Aalee meets Fall when she rescues him from being murdered in a back alley-- except, oops, turns out it was a sting operation to catch the killer because he's not actually the helpless filthy vagabond she assumed he was; he's actually a powerful Marshal who was on assignment. Stuck together for various reasons, he becomes a mentor to her on her worldwalk, while she blatantly digs into the mystery of who he is, which turns out to complicate their lives, the lives of their friends and families, randos they happens across, their enemies, and also God's. To say they fall in love with each other is an understatement of cosmic proportions. They choose each other.

10. Do you believe in the advice kill your darlings?

Yeah but I take the advice as intended; which is not, as most assume, kill your fave characters, but to get rid of that which does not work, even if you love it. That pearlescent line of dialogue, or that golden bit of allegory? Doesn't matter how much you love it and how proud of it you are, if it does. not. work. it HAS. TO. GO. (save it in a new file to reread when you feel down and scrap that shit from the main file.)

that said re: killing characters, in my youth I was very much of the George RedRum Martin camp of "KILL THEM ALL" but as Ive gotten older my main focal point has been "What purpose does their death serve?" Death is not the only sacrifice worth writing. So while I am not afraid to kill my characters, I do take the nature of their deaths in the writing very seriously. There has to be a point.

11. Do you prefer plotting or worldbuilding? Why?

WORLDBUILDING MANYEXCLAMATIONPOINTSGOHERE! Plotting is like the maths of writing. It's measurement, it's brickwork, it's demolition when the wall you put up last week is three feet too long and now you have to scrap it and start over. Vital. But not my favorite part.

Worldbuilding is the art. It's the music your OCs hum and the stories that they treasure and the faith that holds them up when the crap you throw at them might tear them down. It's the story behind the jacket they wear and it's the reason they nod to the altar when they enter a place of worship and it's the meaning of their names. It's the magic. How the world works, the little details that make it real to the reader because it's real for your characters, is my favorite part of writing.

#long post #writing #about Tea which is me #tea writes

[dontdropthejam]

GATHER ROUND CHILDREN IT'S TIME TO HEAR ABOUT THE SPOOKY TOWN OF CUMBERLAND BC AND IT’S NEIGHBOURS.

FORBIDDEN PLATEAU. A creepy fucking place on the lower area of Mount Becher. Even before I learned it's history, the abandoned Lodge half buried in the ground and the abandoned hut at the top of the slope already scared the piss out of me. BUT turns out there's actually a REASON that place should make me fear the paranormal bitches of the night. Because the white people of Vancouver Island's decided to keep up their reputation of being shitbags, slavery used to be way too common among the coastal tribes, who really just wanted to be left alone. Komox (Comox now) were soon threatened by this, and went ‘Aw fuck let's make sure our women and children are safe at least’ and sent them up to the Plateau. But apparently there was some sort of attack from the Cowichans, and everyone living up there was just… Gone. Vanished. So now, everyone's pretty damn sure the place has a bunch of evil spirits who had basically eaten everyone that had been up there. But for some reason @thecrazyfanthing had her birthday up there anyways because she's fucking bonkers. COMOX AVENUE. It's a road in… Comox. Which, along with Courtney, is quite close to Cumberland, so these next few would make sense in here. Once upon a time, a First Nations woman was married (Or engaged, sources vary) to a white pioneer man. She disappeared one day, and people are pretty sure that mother fucker MUDERED her. What a fucking asshole wow. For quite a while, a ghost people called Dancing Mary (Because if there's a ghost lady it HAS to be called Mary) walked the avenue. I say walked. She danced. As the name implies. She's apparently beautiful, and constantly shrouded in a blue mist. The last known sighting of her (That I could find) was during WWII when a soldier rode his bike through the weird mist, as you do, and said it was real fucking cold. Good to know. SIWASH HILL ROAD AND CEMETERY. Courtney, but also listed as being in Comox as well? Huh. Obviously, this things a creepy motherfucker. It has a green cloud mist thing, because mist is important in ghosty times. But the one that really creeps me out is the ghost of a woman with no arms or legs? And a… Really scary face? Boy that's fun. A lot of people think she was killed in an inter-tribal battle hundreds of years ago, because humans just seem to have a habit of being nasty to each other. Good news for me (Or bad, depending on how brave I'm feeling) is that apparently some road crew found her skeleton and she's stopped haunting the cemetery. Whether this means she's finally at peace or she's now so pissed that she's laying in wait for the perfect moment to strike and fuck our shit up for disturbing her, is not something I really want to think about this late at night. Also I used to pass this shit everyday on my way to school with NO IDEA so that's fun. SANDWICK MANOR. Fuck I love this one. It's this house in Cumberland (Though some sources say Courtney because this Valley apparently can't make up it's mind about it's own fucking geography) that's haunted by ‘Aunt’ Anna Duncan. She’s a super sweet ghost who died in 1927 and decided ‘actually no fuck that I'm gonna stick around and be super chill’. Most people who have known her ghost adore her. She appeared to a twelve year old girl in 1938, and told her that her family was safe. I… Don't know what she meant by that? Maybe I'll stop by the museum soon to check out the records again. See if that says anything. Sixty years later, the girl's sister saw her too. Not sure what happened then. Also… MISTY GLOW. You always need it guys. I don't remember the details and don't have the information on me right now, but at some point the house was going to be demolished. But people fought for it to stay, citing Aunt Anna as a reason to keep it. And they WON! It was nice to hear that while we were reading up on it, believe me. I now have an emotional attachment with ol’ Aunt Anna. OLD HOUSE RESTAURANT. A restaurant in Courtenay that seems to be haunted by a poltergeist by the name of Lena, who had been a maid for the place back when it was a house. She drowned in a river close by. Fun. Luckily, she doesn't seem to be as big of an asshole as most of her spirit type. She's reported as being playful, lighting and extinguishing candles, pulling on people's hair, all that good good chaotic neutral fun. CADDY. A motherfucking SEA MONSTER. I did not know this was a thing until this moment and I'm very happy about it. Either swims the Campbell River, or just the general coasts of Vancouver Island. Or both. Probably both. It has a specific name when referred to as being in the river in particular. ‘Klamahtossaurus’. Please don't make me say that. Some people think it's an oarfish? But let me believe guys. There's more, like the Bickle House and the Japanese Cemetery, but this is already too long as is, and I still have one more tale I'd love to share. About two or three years ago, during one of my parents Christmas parties, a drunk woman who I cannot fully remember for the life of me, told me a story of a forest spirit in the woods just behind my house. He’s the spirit of a young man, twenty or so, who killed himself in that forest. Now he just… Stays there. Sometimes he appears as a person, or at least humanoid, and sometimes he takes on the shape of a deer, rabbit, or even a tree or the wind. She told me he wasn't dangerous or violent, so that's good to know. But he likes to sing. And speak to people on the trails, usually in his wind form so it's just whisper they can barely make out. She didn't tell me his name. Or if she did, I don't remember it. None of the research I tried produced anything. Maybe this is another museum trip case? SO. There was my not so brief lecture on my hometowns folklore! Hope you enjoyed this clusterfuck, and if you did, good news! @spittin-out-the-damons and I are going to start a little myths and legends podcast, a la @spiritspodcast style! With less liquor. So keep an eye out for that! Happy haunting my dudes.

#folklore #cumberland be #Canada #Vancouver island #ghosts #spirits #stories #creepy #horror #/ suicide mention #/ achohol mention #/ racism #*cumberland BC #not be #this is a good good town

[imitzeha-blog]

Ode To The Orgasm

I.

 It starts with rubbing.  Tentatively at first.  Gently.  As if doing it for the first time.  Skin brushing lightly over skin.  Slowly.  

Then something inside starts to become hot.  It becomes frantic.  It becomes wet.  Something quiets down inside and there’s blank dark spaces bouncing around with each throe with each thrust with each lull.  

 Then a scream bursts inside and it's eternal with no beginning. with no end.

 And the body is full of electric blue convulsions

 bucking from where the waist meets the torso

 and pieces of the brain begin to die

 begin to become little deaths

 and then...

 blossom.

 Waves of warmth blooming all around

 and the universe shudders 

 and there’s flashing colours

 flash. red. flash. black.

flash. red. flash. black.

 and everything shakes

 forever

 until it breaks.

 Shatters.

 with only remnants of ecstasy left behind

 and in a curtain of oil-slick shimmers the world settles back into view

 just like coming out of a dream

 and everything is hot.

sticky.

wet.

 II.

 Ode to the bloodrush shooting up to thine ears how they flutter in such tiny spaces to hide their lustful longing amongst their thought so concealed taboo and every dire and hatred and little stabs at the timeline of everything that it means to be to be to be here

 and the song of the cosmos came thriving for how long?

 yes how long....

     upon

             that wavering blue line that was oh tiny squeezed lustful noises

to full on chest heaving no breath left

 and then 

 like the god’s pause their every motion for just the briefest of no time

      you

are swirled into a thread entwined upon our most ancient and longed for entropy that was the great idea of the warped vision that was

sweet dreamings and touchings oh your touch! those little grazes! the light and pure essence gleaming from thou who was nestled in the side of my mind that was the embodiment of all that was positive glowing light experiences I had had mostly with females but we have almost divine interactions all amongst our brothers and sisters and mothers that were yes that were every aspect of my perceiving the tingling unanimous harmony that is life and why do we who feel just as much as the

 individual human the

I am he that stays him

and this i have been and know it to be so

this i have been and shall shut my eyes 

and cease moving of my own accord in

and become as the flesh of planet earth

the cells of its epidermis

that die

that recycle

 and become also 

put into with

everything to the greatest limits of your wildest thoughts trapizing throughout the lost islands of beyond comprehensible thought

 to come yes where

why are we driven to sing

by our need to manipulate every little dot of existence around

to dance in the pleasure of each sound that we feel through all our sensations

that become concentrated with the in and out tidal inhale exhale of those shining

moonlight eyes like twin sparks that penetrate in our most sacred and yet blissfully profane dance that comes with joinment

 and how we sing. and how we sing.

 all of us in time together 

the rhythm of the very tiny

very ordinary

the very wondrous and mundane and 

no

we shall no longer

no

can no longer fathom

for we pull each other

 and all i see is you

they whisper

quiet by the morning calms gray dawnlight

just peeking over static horizons

pillow soft

the sound echoes

from somewhere behind their eyes

one of them kisses the other

 and there it is

both of them reel from one another

penetration and wriggling 

almost like worms

almost like fighting

almost barbaric 

tearing into each other

leaking our liquids all over every inch

moving in the throes of what is that old word

like we’re producing it

just pumping it out

a whole fucking factory

they pray to spill

 here their hearts in between the shuddering moans of climactic strain sing with the very core the essence the center

 the diamond

or is soul a better word

it is the person as they are

laid bare

naked

utterly true

 they sing it so passionately and with such yearning it is a ink-black blasphemy

an injustice

that they are unable to scream it happily in the streets

while everyone out

can gaze steadily at their peers

and no hand was raised

of course everyone would speak

and sometimes laugh and dance

sometimes make music 

the focused kind on fancy wooden instruments

for it is summer and their happiness soaks the ages and eons from the time of

electric guitar music

orchestral tunes

the first sound of the cosmos

spilling into a peaking sun-yellow shining longing

misting down as that long forgotton

but still longed for

childhood daze

but we try to peer through the lens

its dirtied up and hard to see

so the best thing

is here

in these streets of our heart’s desire

outlined now in this ode

for the lands floating upon this blue pearl’s surface

 such a shame

especially while the two are screaming

its like

its like

a damn plastic wall

separating the one thing you can only feel

dare we say it

dreaming

but

you know

more so

when

we re

close 

to

well

,,,

death

but that is the overall frustration and sometimes overwhelming disappointment in life at times is it not?  events surrounding one are in beyond worse than imagined circumstances and in these naive first felt hard emotions a young person as i write i shall admit i am not twenty three yet only a few years ago death seemed a plausible solution

 things have changed greatly in a few years

 we write this to fully illustrate our overall hopes and longings

no matter our negative and tragive witnessings in this life 

or blatant disregard like stone eyes

ignoring death and rot and rape

and being inhuman

as in we call each other sub or non human

yet 

here we cling

to a fragile sphere whirling through space

with a galaxing full of star systems

too many to imagine

number of planets?

it would take forever to figure out

all this is circling around a supermassive black hole

 all this being attracted to the Great Attractor

which is unknown at this time period

 dragging every observable galaxz\y at speeds that are

really

unimaginable

only understood through written symbols

and all this is made of particles as are we

that become waves and interact in

well

just look around

 and every pieace

by god its insane

its insane and gorgeous

every

little 

piece

every 

fucking

sound

thought

vibration

feeling

intangible

and too many possibilities

 we cannot understand in the box of what will forever be

ourselves

 but here

 finally

 i shall write it

 for i have prolonged it

 for the heart still keeps in clandestine misery

 stop

 listen

 lean closer

 look

 do you hear it?

 what it longs to spread?

 of course

 love.

 a passed on stream

that we see

 as a blossom with the creation of us

 i speak in third person for it is easier for me to think

 in these terms when writing of matters larger than myself

 that i am so intrinsicly entwined in

 oh how curious we can be

 oh how we can go about lives

 is it a trick that we lose our spark for the chaotic puzzle

 the jigsaw

 where each of us somehow connects

 but even deeper

 hidden pipes

 clear

 full of thoughts and songs

 moving in swirls and spirals and songs and feelings and touch

 and finally after all this motion and tumultuous building

the welling of thoughts from a thought to be hidden 

 unknown dimension connected by those dancing intangible filaments

 or where they colourful geometric towers peaking as moutains to the very tip of heaving sensation into everyting i miss 

that is the embodiment of all

of ALL desire

for there to be only

how did that one really beautiful one say it

 ah yes

the girl named for an herb that is perfect in any song

how innocent she was

how she said the words of everything that we crave

 no matter what a momentary burst of annoyance can cause

 in an immature soul that still struggles to move forward and become

 the compress of all its potentials

 the greatest

 most delicate and strong

 and humorous but magnificently realized in its confidence the is as no fear

 but that anger felt in its extremes are

 you fucker

 i hope everything is shit for you

 for the one thing you caused me

 oh how we loathe it!

 for she put it best

 I wish everything was sunshine and rainbows.

 she may have said more

maybe of there not being any bad things

 which would be fitting

would be nice

 and that anger we tell ourselves

is not us

 or perhaps just a part

 we can grow to not loathe

not quite embrace but one would be hesitant to say it is

but we can accept

 and feel it yes

 but learn it

 and react the way we consciously choose

and find proper diverts 

 to well you know

 get rid of the bad vibes

 all that hate

 aint at all great

 a long journey or was it short?

 well there we are now.

 two beings made of...

what?

 science claims perhaps dust from an everlasting superparticle

 but who knows

 there are mysteries alll around

 but it is good is it not

 that at least here

 in this time we pour our inner mutterings

 our typing which is as chattering crabs on a black chesspiece

 like ink splattered scribblings i used to make on

 something reflected in a neon beam reminiscent screen

 and that is the beauty of being just me

 as you read this perhaps it also applies to you

 and i use the hopes we that

 we are not islands of sensationalization

our even more worisome

 a product of a dustmote nothing cosmic fart debris

 but i am i

 and i can be joyous

 pushing and pulling

finding the secret moving of the things all around i call words as we touch

and get some wonderful piercing and muffled feelings

from every picture behind my eyes and buried as molten nervous 

 want for not i but yes in the sense of just me

 just you

 whoever reads this

however

 i write this as bleach bone bare in the pillowy sand dunes of a twilight desert

 to feel

 with each other

 pour everything we have 

 to know each other

 and

 reach an intimacy like the fruit of Eve’s forbidden tree

 only a few here and there as if there were not enough made for each lifetime

 and each person is left wondering

 was there more?

 but who knows

 everyone is different 

 and that is probably the way it is supposed to be

 its more fun that way right?

 when its hard to breathing

 and this stranger is somehow an extension as much you one to them

 as one you move

 and our beings clench together

 we leave a little piece of that in us

 that can forget everything

 and be a pure

 moment

somehow still and

 lets be honest

never forgotton

 no matter what else happens

 the connections were made

 and i have seen into the spaces

the tiny ones

and of course your darkly bright gleaming eyes

 as you have into mine

 and thus we are a synapse of sensation

knowing and leaving a trace of this act

 and from our eyes

 it makes us just who we are

 you and i

 in the moment

at last ?

for the first time?

always there just unnoticed?

 and we were a verse together

the whole songs been recording for too long for anyone to remember

 and no ones stopped it

so we havent listened to much of it except with other devices

 so its nice though

and it soothes every inch of us

 and i can say this safely

yes?

 is it longing that pushes the key.

you are there

maybe not a one

maybe no anyone

perhaps

it is first inner

the perhaps both?

 and it is finding your function is it not?

 to get lost in the treachorous and beatiful archives of an existence so cruel as not to show you but in equally clueless humanoids to point you in the right direction

 which is why i conclude

as this is a personal entry

 i have been struggling for almost as long as i can remember

 and now i am torn

 i wish to be productive and well

 the thing is

 it has a lot of influence from the first stages of my development

 but i am the creator and

 even solo

 there is passion and joy

 and never really far a partner

 to do 

 incredibly exciting

little fake fights that were entirely sexual

 there are these things and the limits of being human are as an advantage

 of being able to explore a world 

an opportunity to feel and have adventures

 so the ode of spurts of thought searching from a frantic chest pumping blood with short meth breath god i have work too soon

 cant sleep

want to

 it is our ode

 we must live everyday as each day

to be felt in its own way

for experience dragged from hindsight to teach us

how to have a better tomorrow

 and as the sun and moon rise and fall

our movements become smoother

 i worry

 will it be less intense?

 i have heard there are ways to make it more

 if so it is a good life

 let a winter’s crystal clear single note tweaking a sleepy white melody 

come in its frosty attitude of

 nothing is out of reach

 and we become frigid

 we become only drying hope

 it is strange 

 i find

 these days i more or less fluctuate

 and the affair with myself is an extremes of negative to oh such a peaceful joyous feeling

 but with time and fantastic assistance i am much grateful of i feel just

 like i am able to overcome

 no not good all the time

 maybe thats impossible

 everytones got emotions.

 but we have sorted it out now.  and life becomes easier to handle iin stride

 and the passion that comes with music 

 and simply pleasures

 i wish there were no pains

 the pleasures come and are also

 what is the color that is the great writhing coitus of life with itself

 as a slender smooth cell eventually growing and changing and splitting to become multitude 

 like a god touching itself

 our universe the chronic masturbator

 living through itself and making

 unaware meat puppets

feeling itself through you and me

 but it is utterly human to be unknown of the realities of a spontaneous percepetion

 you trick of the light

you trick of the light

 foolish child they murmer

foolish child the murmer

 it is just

 there are no rewards

 and he was saddened but he lived

 and he found passion

found a love

found a livelihood

and was at peace

 so heed his actions

 the scraping nags of an inner complainer

 the paranoid little bug that crawls in your ear on its way to your brain.  tell it it has to know  its time is done

 for he trudged on

 and will always do so

 even in the mud up to his knees during a storm

 what else could he do?

 and it was the warmnth of the

 difficult to remember...

 her skin...

 she was beautiful.,..

 ppretttyy.....soofttt....

 but we shall not sink

 trudge and be close to breaking point

 but we shall keep climbing any mountain no matter how steep

 and it was the ultimate they were looking for

 love just a part

 the ultimate

 music just a part

 the ultimate

 happiness just a part

 the ultimate of peace.