#I wrote a fic with tags wtf | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

xxcherrycherixx · 7 months

Text

the girls gather in the dragon stables where legend has just laid her eggs, holly scrolls through Dragonpedia to find out more about the eggs and how to hatch them "Dragonpedia says, in the wild, mothers lay their eggs near active volcanoes to warm them until they hatch. Apparently, it takes years." the girls beside her exclaim their excitement about the babies. meanwhile cupid keeps her eyes on the nest, ever since legend finally pushed them out she has felt a strange urge.

raven stands " I could cast a spell to keep the-" her words get cut off as cupid in a daze pushes past her and on top of the nest, making sure to be gentle and not damage the delicate shells beneath her. "what the hex" mira says with a frown, the other girls look confused at the scene before them "um cupid? what are you doing?" the girl ignores them, resting satisfied upon the eggs and cooing quietly to them as if they can hear her. when apple reaches towards her, cupid swipes her hand ready to scratch the girl. apple pulls her hand back just in time and she stands back shocked at the display of aggression. the girls try to figure out whats wrong with their friend and eventually head to the school to ask one of the more knowledgeable teachers. baba yaga and giles grimm follow the group into the stables where cupid still rests, a couple other students had also followed upon hearing about the dragon eggs being there. baba yaga and giles study the girls odd behavior, and still look perplexed as the give their opinions

"she's being very territorial over the unhatched eggs, treating them as her own. but i have no clue what is causing this behavior, i sense no magic affecting her" baba yaga explains, giles strokes his chin in thought and studies her mannerisms. "hmm this behavior feels familiar, but i cant quite wrap my head around how it could be what i theorize." raven speaks up "what do you think it could be?" the older man continues to study the pink haired girl " do any of you know who ms.cupids parents are?" apple speaks up "apparently she was adopted by her father as a baby, that's all we know" giles hums "so her biological parentage is unknown. madam yaga, i need you to collect a couple books from under the school. one is ' The Great book of cryptozoology' and another is 'The Complete guide to transformation magic'" baba yaga nods and heads off to collect them.

the students confer with each otherwhile they wait, the newly joined ones share their excitement over the babies, blondie lockes records an impromptu mirrorcast announcing their arrival and awkwardly giggles after her roommate swats at her for bringing the camera too close. the others still share their concerns with eachother and mira sits in the corner frustrated that her plan is being postponed.

eventually baba yaga returns with the two books, giles thanks her and skips to a specific page in the transformation book "miss yaga may i ask you to perform this spell for me?" the older woman reads out the incantation and everyone watches in wonder as cupid's form changes before their eyes. "just as i had thought, her behavior was reminiscent of a bone elemental." he opens the book of cryptozoology and shares the page on elementals "bone elementals are beings specifically designed to watch over and raise dragon eggs as the mothers will usually hibernate until after the dragons are born. they will usually continue to help rear the hatchlings until they are ready to leave the nest" the students huddle in and read over the page "it would seem that your friend is one of these beings, and its just her natural instincts kicking in"

apple looks concerned over at cupid "but dragons take years to hatch, will she have to stay here the entire time?" giles considers the worry and consults the book " it seems that these beings grow more attached the longer they sit on the eggs, she has thankfully only been on them for a short time so its likely we could remove her from the eggs and keep them apart to stop her attempting to hatch them again." raven considers the option "but she's lashing out at anyone who comes near, how would we move her?"

mira groans, having enough of this boring drama. she levitates the girl off and heats the eggs like she had planned, yells erupt out. "mira! what was that for?!" raven yells, mira shrugs dropping cupid onto the ground "the issue was that she wouldn't leave until they hatch, so i thought i would speed up the hatching process." all the students seem confused until the sound of cracking catches their attention, slowly the baby dragons poke their little bodies out of the shells and the room watches amazed. as the babies appear cupid rushes over to each one and begins the process of cleaning remaining shell pieces off and showing them love, baba yaga turns to mira "young lady, that was a show of power. where exactly did you learn this?" mira waves the question off "i learnt it when i was getting home schooled, my parents paid for really good tutors" the witch stays slightly suspicious but lets the matter go for now, all of the students gather in awe at the cute hatchlings. thankfully now that they are no longer eggs, the possibility of having your eyes scratched out for getting too close is not an issue.

apple moves over to cupid as the baby dragons explore the stables and bother legend as the mother dragon tries to get some much needed rest "are you ok now? it was a bit concerning watching you turn on us like that" cupid laughs, her eyes keeping track of the little ones "i feel better, i have never had this actually happen before. i had a friend tell me about my kind and she mentioned how were meant to be nannies, but i didn't think it was something that would take over me like that." apple nods and looks over the other girls appearance "why did you never tell us that you were a different species, we thought you were a cherub" cupid scratches at her arm, self conscious "i thought it would be best to let you guys see me that way, i don't exactly fit in like this." apple frowns and squeezes the other girls hands "we would have accepted you, we're your friends, you didn't have to hide like that." cupid smiles finally turning her attention to the other girl "thanks apple" the moment is cut short when she notices a hatchling trip over, she rushes to the small creature and checks it over.

apple giggles and walks over "it seems that the instincts aren't entirely out of your system yet" cupid laughs embarrassed "not quite"

the teachers head back to the main building leaving the students to be with the dragons, blondie records another live mirrorcast updating the school on the birth of the dragons. not long after more students come by to see them and soon enough the stable is filled with people, the change makes cupids head feel a bit woozy as she tries to keep track of the young dragons through the crowd but thankfully a couple of the girls offer their help in keeping watch, lowering the elementals stress slightly. she trusts her friends to keep the babies safe.

#ever after high #c.a cupid #apple white #mira shards #raven queen #EAH baba yaga #giles grimm #more students but i dont think its worth tagging them #i keep thinking about cupid being a natural nanny for baby dragons and how we didnt get to see her interact with any of them :(#i want her to enter protective mommy mode!!#this is my first eah fic that isnt heartlockes wtf #instead i wrote cupid and apple being friends!!#but i have written a little heartlockes follow up piece because of course i cant resist it-

28 notes · View notes

thefreakandthehair · 1 year

Text

ao3 first lines

tagged by @infinite-orangepeel, @starrystevie, @judasofsuburbia love all of youuuu! <3333

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

what you feel is what you are (and what you are is beautiful).

Steve wakes up on the morning of his 20th birthday to find a warm beam of sunlight creeping in between the shades, rose gold and transparent against his skin.

stars and satellites (will always bring me home).

Eddie tries not to think about his birthday.

over the hills and far away.

“We… we did it.” Steve breathes out, the taste of blood coating his mouth. He isn’t sure if it's his or Eddie’s after carrying him through the portal as the Upside Down erupted. Nor does he care whose it is. They won.

meeting you was coming home.

Steve Harrington has always loved Valentine’s Day. A hopeless romantic at heart, he knows he’s a complete sucker for all things love and hope, right down to the otherwise lame stuffed bears holding equally stuffed hearts with the words I love you sewn into the fabric.

and I'd drive all night just to get back home.

In the months since defeating Vecna, Steve learns that Eddie Munson is an open book about most things.

it's a battlecry, it's a symphony.

Another rejection. Another fucking rejection.

counting stars (when I look in your eyes).

The metal strips lining the inside of the CPS worker’s car door are scalding hot when Eddie pulls it shut by the handle.

and if I get burned, at least we were electrified.

Eddie has an idea. And like always, Steve is concerned.

simple twist of fate.

“Please remind me, who thought this was a good fucking idea again?” Eddie’s voice rings out into the kitchen where he, Steve, Robin, and Nancy are barricaded, their voices barely audible over the chaos in Steve’s living room.

requiem for a nightmare.

Steve is dreaming. It’s odd, he thinks before ducking behind a gnarled tree, because he knows that he’s dreaming.

no pressure tags (if you already did it and I missed it, ignore me pls): @bayouteche @stevecarrington @maxinemaxmayfield @withacapitalp @stevethehairington @strawberryspence @pizzaqueen @legitcookie @harmonictechnicality @bmodiwrites

#tag game #someone wanna tell me when i wrote TWENTY st fics in less than a year?? i started in august wtf lmao

64 notes · View notes

dyed-red · 1 year

Note

What are your thoughts on how much time Sam’s soul spent in The Cage? If we go by established time lines in the show, 18 months = approx 180 years. But Lucifer is an arch angel and we know angels can manipulate time so I think it could have been longer, or least made to feel longer. I also believe that Sam would have been fluent in Enochian after spending that much time with Lucifer and Micheal. Thank you for answering if you have time! And I hope you enjoy and holiday time you have :)

welp - you did it.

you asked a question i’ve been thinking about for over a decade and unleashed the full fury of my brainworms in action. this is the type of meta i expect like 4 people total to be interested in, but i’m going to spend days working on because I Have Thoughts.

the short answer: somewhere between 180 - 5000 years, with my personal headcanon landing just over 700 years, or 1400 for maximum whump.

The behemoth long answer is under a cut because long and math and meta. Skip to the end if you just want the math. The tl;dr is that SPN canon implies that hell has layers and that time distorts more the deeper that you go, and we can build an equation for that distortion and get to basically whatever number suits our purposes depending on what assumptions we make going in.

Time Distortion in Hell

The length of time Sam’s soul felt/experienced the cage is a function of two factors: how long he spent there in earth terms, and the degree of temporal distortion hell creates.

The first piece is easy if we assume Sam’s soul spent 18 months in the cage* (footnotes at the end).

The second piece... Dean spent 4 months dead (time in earth terms) which was 40 years on the rack in terms of his experience/perception. If we take this assumption that 1 month = 1 decade, we get to use some very simple math to say that Sam spent 180 years in the cage.

But.

I’ve always personally interpreted Hell’s time distortion to run a bit different than a static 1 month = 1 decade. This headcanon derives from some hints in canon (or at least, this headcanon is not actively contradicted by moments in canon) and from other pieces of media.

I believe that the deeper you go into hell, the greater the temporal distortion is.

This is basically like the move Inception, I’m not even gonna try to pretend otherwise. There, the deeper you go into the dream within a dream, the more time dilation there is. It makes sense to me that SPN’s Hell canon works the same for several reasons.

For starters, when Sam's wall is breaking in s6, he has flashbacks where 2-3 minutes is equated with what feels like a week in the cage (episode 6x14). We can take this at perfect face value (meaning that Sam’s soul experienced about 5000 years in the Cage). Or we can interpret this to be a function of the episode he is experiencing, where temporal dilation is exaggerated because of the nature of his flashback, or we can say he is speaking in hyperbole.

I think it makes sense for the truth to be somewhere in the middle - Sam is speaking off the cuff, not entirely literal or exact about how long those 2-3 minutes felt like, but nonetheless honestly that they felt like days, felt much longer than our formula of 1 month = 1 decade allows. And I take that as a realistic reflection of his time spent in the pit.

Another, and far more overt piece of evidence comes in Season 11 when Sam visits ‘the Cage’. In 11x09 (O Brother Where Art Thou), we see Rowena, Crowley and Sam in Hell whereas Dean is on Earth, and there appears to be little to no temporal distortion occurring between the events below and the events above. This remains true in the following episode (11x10, the Devil in the Details) when Crowley phones Dean and when Dean comes down to join them in Hell (and Cas as well shortly after).

So - what gives? Is there temporal distortion occurring in Hell or not? Did they retcon that, forget about it, what?

Well, Crowley explicitly refers to this area of Hell as ‘Limbo’, which brings us to an understanding of Hell’s temporal distortion through the lens of the circles presented in Dante’s Inferno.

Circles of Hell

It’s fair and frustrating to say that canon doesn’t give us much in the way of understanding the structure and hierarchies of Hell. That gives us a lot of leeway, but I like to anchor my headcanons to canon if and when I can.

Thankfully, there is at least some reason to believe that Hell in this universe is structured at least somewhat similarly to Hell in other popular works of fiction that derive their conceptions of it from Dante’s Inferno (which itself is the popular mainstream view of hell that even a lot of Christian/Catholics have adopted, often without realizing at this point).

Dante’s Inferno provides a view of hell that has 9 circles, or layers, each one deeper into Hell than the last. SPN implies the same.

We get this from the use of Limbo, as stated above, since this is the term in the Inferno for the first circle. Crowley refers to Limbo as the “furthest reaches” of Hell, whereas in Dante’s Inferno, it’s the top layer. SPN plays fast and loose with what it takes vs. leaves from real-world mythos, but I take this to mean that “far” or “furthest” not in the sense of depth, but as a place which may be vast and largely empty, and which few demons can enter (since, as per the Inferno, it’s not a place where guilty souls actually end up, so possibly has quite restricted access to demons).

We also get evidence of these circles from Word of God through Sera Gamble, who has apparently said that the Cage is “At the bottom of the lowest depths of the ninth circle of the worst bit of Hell.” That’s pure Dante’s Inferno, ba-bey. (/mcelroy voice)

More evidence comes from Season 8 when Sam rescues Bobby’s soul from Hell, since he goes through Purgatory as a sort of back door to Hell, being told that Purgatory is “Hell adjacent”, which is true as well in the Inferno.

Another within-canon indirect hint of this is the association between Lucifer and ice. Dante’s Inferno keeps that the ninth circle of Hell, reserved for treachery, is a large frozen lake. And in the Inferno and in SPN canon, this is where the Devil is kept, in the Center of Hell, in the deepest frozen depths of the pit, the frozen lake in the ninth circle.

Also remembering that in early seasons, Lucifer and his Cage were buried so deep in Hell that most demons weren’t sure if he even existed. His existence was a matter of faith, no different than humans believing in God, according to 3x04 (Sin City).

Based on all this, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to surmise that Hell is vast, but potentially its vastness manifesting in the way in which it is layered, and that there are regions, planes, or depths that most demons do not or cannot tread to.

But okay, even if you’re on board so far, why do I believe that time works differently at different layers? And what circles have we seen in canon?

Situating Each Circle

My fundamental argument here is that temporal distortion in Hell is more extreme at the deeper depths, in a mathematically determinable way.

If we accept that Hell has nine circles (or planes or layers), then we can assume that we’ve seen three - probably five - of them. There is Limbo, as per season 11 and stated above, in which there seems to be little to no time dilation. This makes some sense if we accept that it’s the surface-most plane*, the first circle.

We have also established what’s in the ninth circle, titled Treachery, which is the Center of Hell and The Cage. Given its depth and the lines from season 3 Sin City, we can assume that, much like Limbo, this is an off-limits zone for most demons. If we accept my argument that times moves differently at the different layers, this is where time distortion - really, time dilation - should be the most extreme. It is the furthest removed from the material plane and the deepest well (do not call it a gravity well do not call it a gravity well do not call it a - )*, dilating time and everything around it at its depths.

In between, we have seen The Rack (where Dean was tortured), we have the Throne (where Rowena sat and kept court, since many of Crowley’s ruling scenes are implied to be on the surface rather than in Hell proper, although any of Crowley’s ruling scenes would be on this same level, I imagine), we have The Dungeon (from which Sam rescued Bobby’s soul as part of the Trials), and we have the glimpse we caught of how Crowley restructured the place into endless lines as a method of torment. There’s also the space where Lilith’s horn is kept, as per the Belphegor and Cas scenes in the early episodes of Season 15. I take that to be the same level as the Throne level, since it seems to be where ruling demons would both preside and reside.

Based on the seeming lack of time distortion we tend to see (in late seasons...) when we get scenes relating the Throne level, my headcanon is that this is the second circle of Hell (Lust). In the Inferno, incoming souls are judged here and then sent to which circle their sins have them belong, so I think it’s at least somewhat fitting for this to be where the Throne is. Keeping it closer to the surface world / material plane also has some advantages if doing so minimizes time distortion, since keeping closer time with Earth allows easier monitoring of Earth and tracking of things like deals etc. It also means that higher ranking aka more powerful demons who preside here are closer to Gates of Hell and therefore have less far to travel when slipping out and onto Earth.

In contrast, I think that The Rack is pretty damn deep. There is a lot of time distortion going on to get to 1 month = 1 decade (especially if we allow that a very small amount of dilation is happening at the topmost circles, even including Limbo). This makes sense to me in that The Rack is a place of exceeding misery and horror, literally the center of Hell’s most violent and excruciating tortures.

For that reason, I place The Rack as circle seven, aptly titled Violence. This is not to be confused with the sin of Wrath, which is actually the fifth circle. Rather, the seventh circle (to quote wikipedia at least), “houses the violent”. What better way to re-interpret that in the world of SPN than that circle hosting the torturers and their tortured? Within the seventh circle are those who committed violence against neighbors, against self, and against God. What better place for someone who sold his own soul (violence against self and against God), who killed?

Of course I don’t think it’s so straightforward that violent souls get sent to The Rack. I think any damned soul can be called there for a torture session. But Dean spent his entire time in Hell on The Rack, and that can’t be standard. Bobby spent plenty of his time in hell in a cell, as per 8x19 (Taxi Driver), and demons come here to torture him.

I don’t think it’s a huge leap for me to infer that Dean was special and spent his entire time on The Rack because they were so determined to use him to break the First Seal, and that most damned souls only do short stints on there, either due to limited real estate or so that souls don’t become numb to the violence (since let’s face it, most demonic torturers probably can’t keep them in anticipation of further horror as well as Alistair can, after a few days or months being cut into.) They’re probably returned to their cells to marinate in the memory and anticipation with only minor tortures until they’re brought down again. This is what we see with Bobby and probably with the endless lineups in Crowley’s redesigned Hell.

So - without too much to go on, I’m going to tentatively place the Dungeon with Bobby and other damned souls as being in the sixth circle, Heresy. It’s a circle described as hosting souls in flaming tombs, which I think fits this notion of a dungeon with cells holding on to souls, and keeps those souls close at hand and ready for another go in the seventh circle where The Rack is held.

And this allows me to place the endless line as actually being either in the fourth circle, Greed, or the fifth circle, Wrath. The fourth involves a nation of lost souls who, in this pit of hell, lose their individuality and become sort of empty, which fits what we see in that brief clip of the Hell line. The fifth includes a “savage self-frustration” that seems fitting of the concept of that awful endless line, with sullen and angry souls fighting each other in muck and slime.

Regardless of fourth or fifth (I have no strong sense of which fits better), I see that line as being meaningful outside (above) the sixth circle, in a torment that is less acute, as souls that are less unique and differentiated, less violent, less worthy of turning into black-eyed demons.

Because in the Inferno, there’s this critical division between the fifth vs. sixth circles as the transition between the two being the transition into “Lower Hell” and the sixth being behind guarded walls, with another steep drop from the sixth to the seventh, and so on. This makes sense to me as Lower Hell being a place where they keep the Dungeon and guard the doomed souls, whereas that place outside those walls hosting the damned but less special, less differentiated, the more generically doomed... yeah, it just makes sense to me (your mileage, as always, may vary).

This distinction is important also because of that drop down. If distance and depth are important to temporal distortion, then it matters if the first few circles of Hell involve less of a steep drop one to the next. Here we should note that the seventh circle involves three rings, and the eighth circle (Fraud, aka Malebolge, another very strong contender for the location of The Rack since it’s essentially an amphitheater for torture, so I’ll do the math both ways below)*, well the eighth is basically a funnel with 10 separate rings or steps downward.

Why does this matter? So glad you asked!

Increasing Temporal Distortion at Each Level

If you’re following the hints I’m dropping, what I’m implying about getting deeper into Hell and the further drops down at the later levels is that the time distortion in Hell does not increase linearly. It increases exponentially.

Limbo has temporal distortion that is so minor as to be barely perceptible, if perceptible at all. The Rack gives us an explicit (if fuzzy) estimate of 1 month = 1 decade in terms of perception. The Cage is implied to be much, much more than that, at the extreme end up to 2-3 minutes = 1 week in terms of perception.

If the time distortion was linear, meaning that from circle 1 to circle 2, and circle 2 to 3, and 3 to 4 and so on, we should expect that the amount of time distortion from Limbo (circle 1) to the Rack (circle 7 or 8) to be a much, much wider gap than the amount of time distortion from the Rack (circle 7 or 8) to the Cage (circle 9). Like... it should be 7-8x as much distortion.

And I mean, you could take a linear headcanon approach to it. If we accept that SPN Hell has circles or layers as is Word of God and overtly implied by the narrative time and again, you could say that there’s x amount of distortion at circle 1, and 2x at circle 2, and 3x at circle 3, etc, and this would works okay when we got the math right, but like... it’s not my preference given the way canon works.

What I mean (especially for those who hate math so might not be automatically sussing what I’m saying), is that, for example, if 10 seconds in Limbo = 1 second on Earth (sure why not) then if the time distortion increases the same way (”linearly”) at each new circle of hell, then on the Rack we get 70 seconds = 1 Earth second (or 80 seconds = 1 Earth second, if the Rack is in the eighth circle).

That specific math doesn’t check out (it equates to 23.3 years on the Rack instead of 40, or 26.7 if the Rack is the eighth circle instead of the seventh), but to figure this out we should of course work backwards starting from the 4 months = 40 years. Which tells us that each second on Earth feels like 120seconds (2 minutes) on The Rack. If that’s happening at the seventh circle, then a linear difference between each circle of hell means that the time distortion in Limbo is roughly 17 seconds for every Earth second. This math works out a little prettier if the Rack is the eighth circle because that’s an even 15 seconds for every Earth second.

To me, that’s stretching how much time distortion is implied to occur at Limbo and vastly exaggerating what we see with Sam rescuing Bobby from Hell. If Bobby is actually kept in the 6th circle, that’s 102 (7th circle) or 190 (8th circle) seconds in Hell for every second on Earth. It just didn’t seem that Sam was spending a minute and a half in Hell for every second that Dean was spending on the surface in Taxi Driver, but then again, I haven’t rewatched that episode so I’d have to double check to know for sure.

Between those implications about time distortion in Limbo and Bobby’s rescue and even the Throne room when they visit Rowena to the way Dante’s Inferno (which SPN canon clearly drew from) funnels more extremely downward the deeper you go in the circles, to what Sam’s episode of Hell memories could imply about his experience of time dilation in the Cage (assuming we accept his statement about his episode “feeling like a week” even if we don’t take that number at exactly face value)... an exponential increase just makes more sense, mathematically?

And again, for anyone who doesn’t like math or doesn’t know what that means and why I keep using this word “exponentially,” what it means is that the difference between the first circle and the second circle is not as big as the difference between the second circle and the third circle. At each depth, the intensity of the time dilation increases. So that you might not even notice the difference in time dilation between circle 1 and 2, but the difference between circle 5 and 6 is massively noticeable, and the difference between circle 8 and circle 9 is like several times even that big. Like Inception!

So let’s run some final calculations and get you your answer(s), Anon!

Some Final Math and Estimates*

Assumption 1: Equivalent Dilation

If we assume that there is no difference in time dilation from one region of Hell to another, then the ratio that Dean gives us in Season 4 is accurate for all of Hell, and 1 month (30 days) in the pit feels like 10 years. That’s 120 seconds below to every second above.

This would mean that in 18 months in the Cage, Sam experiences 180 years worth of torture.

Assumption 2: Linear Dilation Circle 7

Assuming The Rack is in the seventh circle, then a linear difference at each level means that 120 seconds on the Rack equates to 154 seconds in the Cage at the ninth level. That would mean that in 18 months topside, Sam’s soul spent 231.5 years in the Cage.

Assumption 3: Linear Dilation Circle 8

Assuming the Rack is in the eighth circle (which, tbh, I kind of thing makes more sense even though I argued differently above, but shhh let’s pretend otherwise), then a linear difference at each level means that 120 seconds there equates to only 202.5 years for Sam’s soul in the Cage. Slightly less awful!

Assumption 4: Exponential Dilation Circle 7

The simple way I’m doing this is that instead of taking the time distortion at Limbo and making it x2 at the second circle, x3 at the third, and so on, I’m taking the time distortion at Limbo and making it to the power of 2 at the second circle, to the power of 3 at the third, and so on. I still have to start with The Rack being 120seconds on Earth time and work backwards to get that initial Limbo starting point before I apply the exponent, but otherwise that’s all I’m doing. There are definitely more sophisticated ways we could approach it since that’s a pretty simple linear increase in the exponent, and we could instead make the exponent itself an equation we’d derive through more complex means but... I’m really not about to do that.

So.

If we start from The Rack = 120seconds (2mins), using the exponent assumptions above, then Limbo time dilation is roughly 2 seconds (actually 1.98167 or so) in Limbo for every Earth second (works beautifully for what we see in canon, basically imperceptible), and time dilation in the ninth circle is 471 seconds (7.85 mins) per Earth second. Yes, that big of a difference, because that’s how exponents work.

This would mean that Sam’s soul spent approximately 707 years in the Cage.

What a great number! What a reasonable number, and a pretty damn canon-compliant number to headcanon. I like this number.

Assumption 5: Exponential Dilation Circle 8

As above in terms of the exponent assumptions, if the Rack is actually in the 8th circle of Hell, that much closer to the Cage, then here the math works out so that 120 seconds on the 8th circle being... roughly 2 seconds in Limbo. Because that’s how exponential functions work. It’s actually 1.81928 in Limbo vs. the previous 1.98167, but that rounds to the same thing (2 seconds) in terms of human experience, even if it makes a big difference when we take it out to the difference it makes in months, years, etc.

(But like, this is why I think it’s exponential, because this works so much better for what canon implies about the time dilation there*.)

Anyway, here, this would mean that Sam’s soul spent roughly 327.5 years in the Cage instead of the 707 from above. That’s a big difference.

Assumption 6: Off the Rails

We can also take Sam’s statement about 2-3 minutes on Earth (having a Hell flashback) feeling like a week in the pit. If we estimate conservatively and go with every 3 Earth minutes = 1 week in Hell, depending on how we approach it (depending on if you go with minutes in a week vs. a month and which way you get to a year), you get somewhere around 5000 years (in my present calculation it’s 4984, but I also calculated it another way to get to just over 5000).

Assumption 7: 9th Circle vs. The Cage

Dante’s Inferno distinguishes between the 9th Circle on its own vs. the Center of Hell as the place where Lucifer resides, right at the deepest depths. The Cage itself is remote in Hell, distant from all other demons, enough so as to be a matter of faith to many of them. If we allow the possibility that this all means that the Cage is deeper than the ninth circle itself*, we can add another linear layer or else another exponent (take our equation to the 10 instead of to the 9).

This works out to be:

Rack 7th Circle, Linear: 257 years

Rack 8th Circle, Linear: 225 years

Rack 7th Circle, Exponential: 1400 years

Rack 8th Circle, Exponential: 596 years

Meaning this is a good place to note that... depending on the final number you want to get to, you can use whichever assumptions you want to get there and justify it by math. Remember kids, there are lies, damn lies, and statistics.

TL;DR!!!!!

How much time did Sam’s soul spend in the Cage? My headcanon is that he spent probably either 600 or 700 years there, on the assumption that it was 18 months between Swan Song and Appointment in Samarra, and assuming time dilation gets more extreme the deeper that you go in Hell.

For people who want to make more conservative estimates but still embed some complexity to Hell’s time dilation and/or who be more canon-compliant to other glimpses we’ve seen of Hell’s time distortion (Limbo, etc), I think anywhere from about 200 years to 330 years is perfectly reasonable.

For people who want to go with maximum whump, the sky (5000) is the limit, but you can mathematically point to up to 1400 being pretty reasonable.

*Footnotes

1. Because canon plays fast and loose with how many months exactly have gone by, and some people headcanon that only about 4 months have passed in Season 6 before Appointment in Samarra when Death pulls his soul out. I personally read it as more like 6 months having gone by and think this is the more standard headcanon, so your 180 years is the most common interpretation, and definitely the most easy to defend. I also made calculations for Sam having spent 16 months in the Cage instead of 18 months there though, if anyone is interested.

2. There is also the Vestibule in the Inferno as the opening to Hell, before the first circle, and this requires passage from Charon to cross over and into Hell proper. This is where the quote “Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here” is from at the Gate of Hell, which of course is evoked in season 5 as the episode in which Jo and Ellen die.

I like to think of the Vestibule in the world of SPN as being any and all of the many Hellgates implied by canon, including the one that opens in AHBL2. No time dilation occurs within the Vestibule(s), as a person has to enter into Hell’s circles to properly separate themselves from the material plane.

3. Not getting into it here but if I ever get around to writing an original piece of fiction about angels and demons etc like I kind of want to, some of my worldbuilding will explicitly connect/relate angels to celestial bodies, like literally to stars, with the depth of hell essentially being a black hole, hence why the closer one gets to it, the greater the time dilation there is. Gravity and heat increase near the center of hell in this unbearable way, and then at the very center, like within the black hole itself, it becomes unbearably incredibly cold, like that frozen lake in which Lucifer is half-submerged in Dante’s Inferno. Lucifer existing impossibly both within and outside the event horizon. But I digress.

4. When you think about how many angels are implied to have died in order to rescue Dean’s soul, compared to how simply Sam snuck into Hell to rescue Bobby, I think the circles of Hell interpretation becomes quite important. If Dean was in the seventh or eighth circle, like especially that eighth circle, that’s so much deeper in than the Dungeon. The angels also couldn’t infiltrate subtly, methinks, and had to storm the walled and heavily guarded gates at the sixth circle, through that dungeon, then fight their way down the three rings of the seventh circle and possibly down into the amphitheater of the eighth. We know that their powers alone can’t kill a demon as powerful as Alistair even on Earth, so on their home turf in Hell, it makes sense that demons would have put up a really solid fight against the angels. This helps resolve some of my own frustration at what seems to be discrepancies in the abilities of angels and how dangerous they are to demons in canon.

5. Please be aware that all maths above involve some rounding, since I didn’t think anyone wanted the detailed decimals. I also calculated months as being 30 days and for simplicity, calculated years as being 12 months. I could rework the math into weeks with 52 weeks being a year instead, which gives slightly different numbers, but it’s work so I’m just going to go with these approximations. Also noting that I used calculated everything using excel to save myself a headache. I’m sorry if there are any errors, especially when it comes to the exponents, my brain got very tired. Please let me know if you find any.

6. When it comes to the exponential ones, if The Rack is in the 7th circle of hell, then if the Dungeon where Bobby was kept was in the 6th circle, then each Earth second is 60 seconds (1 minute) in the Dungeon. That’s more time dilation than I think canon implies, because 60 minutes (1hr) in the Dungeon is only a minute on Earth? In contrast if The Rack is in the 8th circle, then 1 Earth second is 36 seconds in the Dungeon. I honestly think both of these are more extreme than canon implies, but again, it’s been a million years since I watched that episode because it’s written by Bucklemming and I cannot stand their writing. But as a count in favor of the exponential argument instead of linear, if time dilation increases the same amount at each circle then 1 Earth second translates to 103 seconds in the Dungeon (Rack in 7th) or 90 seconds (Rack in 8th), both of which are a lot more dilation than our exponential account.

7. For simplicity, I’ve also ignored the different rings which occur at the 7th and 8th circles. Those would, of course, change the math here as well, and we could add another linear or exponential step for each of those rings. That would lead to some crazy numbers because we’re talking about 13 additional steps. Linearly we’d add a few thousand years, but exponentially we’re starting to talk about a geological timescale. I don’t think it’s productive to make that extreme of an assumption about those rings, but I think we could comfortably stretch the distance between the 7th circle and the pit in which Lucifer’s cage sits at the deepest depths of hell if we wanted to, if you wanted to reasonably get closer to that 5000 years estimate.

8. Since your ask mentioned it, Anon, I realize I don’t touch on Enochian in this post but I have two tag-rambles about my thoughts on enochian and I thought I had a proper post on it somewhere but can’t find it. I could/should probably make a post with a tumblr ficlet about that, since I started drafting a canon-divergent post-Hell fic with Sam and Enochian and there’s like... no chance I’ll ever finish it. But anyway.

Thanks for reading this far, to anyone who did.

#spn meta #my meta #hell meta #time dilation #temporal distortion #time distortion #headcanons #dante's inferno #this meta is 5200 words that's longer than many fics wtf #there is a tl;dr though you don't have to read the whole thing #what did you do this week phyn? oh y'know just wrote 4k words of meta to make a hell time distortion equation #that literally no one asked for (except they kinda did but i'm sure not like this)#i get one (1) day off and this is what happens #did i read the thesis chapter one of my grad students is waiting for feedback on?#nope! i wrote a time distortion equation instead #if you can't tell from these tags i'm going a little feral over here #okay whew i'm calm i'm good #i'm not proofreading this so if there are typos or issues or my math is off we're just gonna deal with that reality #probably gonna rb later for timezones because i can

64 notes · View notes

nostalgia-tblr · 6 months

Text

My OUTLINE for the sylki Arranged Marriage AU covers about 16 (hopefully fairly short) chapters and there is porn in about half of those, which seems like a decent amount to me. (I know this cos I numbered them and then went through adding the word [FILTH] next to the numbers with porn in them so that I could easily keep track of that part of the story. I bet that's how the professionals do this sort of thing.)

The porn is very important to the plot because it's Enemies To Lovers (the weird version of that trope where they end up not enemies any more!!! omg!!) and the sex scenes allow the reader (and the writer) to follow the progress of the central relationship by how hate-filled their hatesex is.

Is this at all related to the fact that the last time I managed a long-ish fic with several chapters it only got to that length by me adding a lot of porn to pad things out? Yes! And I don't know what percentage of readers are only reading these sorts of things for the porn but it has to be at some SOME, right?

#The Sylki Arranged Marriage AU #(i was right i did need a tag for this)#you may want to block that tag i feel like this is going to be a thing around here for a bit #fic related #it could end up being a much higher or lower number of chapters cos i do only have a very limited idea of WTF i am doing here #hope i don't get porned-out again that felt like a bit of an issue towards the end of the last long(ish) fic i wrote #there are indeed only so many words for 'thrusting' :(

7 notes · View notes

glitter-lisp · 1 year

Text

“You said that, you know, you used to have three snakes.”

Varian freezes. Professor slinks down the side of his face, not to disguise himself in Varian's bangs like normal but rather to curl up against Varian's cheek in his own version of a hug.

“Uh, yeah,” Varian says. His mouth feels dry all of a sudden. “I did, when I was younger.”

“I just wondered about it,” Hugo says softly. He's back to avoiding Varian’s eyes, instead picking at the grains of wood in the table. “I heard what happened, but I was wondering if you would mind… I don't know. Telling me. Or showing me.”

“You want to see where they were,” Varian realizes, and Hugo nods silently. “Why?”

“Morbid curiosity?” Hugo asks. The attempt at humor falls flat.

#varigo #varian (tangled)#hugo (tangled)#v7k #tangled the series #varian and the 7 kingdoms #tts #wait I don't have a Hugo tag? did I not tag him in the last post wtf #I wrote this #gorgon fic

21 notes · View notes

thefairylights · 1 year

Text

First Line Tag Game

Tagged by @thatgothicgay💕

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Desire, I wanna turn into you.

A heavy weight around his middle is what wakes Louis from a restless sleep.

Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release. Wish for falling through the air, to give me some relief.

“Did you know?”

But only you have shown me how to love being alive.

“I miss you,” Louis says, a sigh heavy and sad floating past his frowning lips.

And I tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave.

I am loathe to admit this, but I find myself missing Lestat.

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose.

The flameless candles flicker upon the mahogany side table, catching Louis’ green eyes.

A heart full of ghosts.

The heart wants what it wants, and what it wants is dead and gone.

Here lies a heart that feels touched by fire, howling at the moon for you.

“Your hair is a complete mess,” Louis admonishes Lestat as he unsuccessfully tries to brush his fingers through the tangled mess of blond curls.

There is an indentation in the shape of you, made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

The snow crackles beneath his boots, and Louis looks up, feeling childlike pleasure at the sight of the puffs of white falling over him.

What love's lies blessed, what love's light cursed. Just fear for the best, and hope for our worst.

“I don’t know how I feel about being in your videos, Lestat,” Louis says with a frown.

I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you.

“A little more to the left.”

Tagging: @prouvaireafterdark @dreamofme9 @aryastark-valarmorghulis @calipsan @nalyra-dreaming @virginiaisforvampires @angstosaur

#I think I wrote too many fics because I have way more than ten wtf #Tag game #Loustat #interview with the vampire

12 notes · View notes

blueskyheadleft010 · 3 months

Text

Bad day today.

I am once again reminded of the shallow nature of people when they are put on spot and the careless apathy they display when doing wrong.

#it late #so many things happened this week #I can’t go into too much detail cuz it deals with more than just me #but w.o.w.#just wow…#people can stoop so low sometimes #and not loose a wink of sleep #if I listed all the crazy things that happened you’d probably think an Ai wrote it #but none of it makes much sense to me #not trying to sound like a doomer here #but being the only person on a metaphorical team #that’s trying to patch up a leaking dam with only duct tape #and other people arguing that making more holes in the dam #will somehow prevent said dam from overflowing #all metaphorically referring to the disaster of stuff irl #is like wtf is everybody on?#ok rant over #not gonna turn this into a 3k fic made of tumblr tags #gnight

0 notes

fathomlesscrazy · 7 months

Text

FTH DONE😭😭!!!

I survived, next year def gonna choose fandoms I can commit too more or maybe just try and write the stories sooner before my motivation dies..literally scraped through this one word for word but now I am feeling up to finish the anime so..!! Plus now I can work on h2o2 guilt free. This was a good exercise to write smth that DIDNT totally interest me, and the bidder was super patient and kind so yay! Everyone go check out @fandomtrumpshate, great cause!

#fanfiction #fandom trumps hate #fandom trumps hate 2023 #fth 2023 #attack on titan #reiner braun #porco galliard #Y’all I didn’t know this was a ship #it’s cute but not my thing #Glad I wrote this fic just in time for BOSOS cause that movie boutta hype up my motivation for h2o2 so much #Ok I’m done no more tags #can’t wait to get back into this community of insanity and fanfiction now that I’ve got a grip on academics #wtf is high school even

1 note · View note

puraiuddo · 8 months

Text

originally i hated it when people added custom tags on ao3 but now that i have an extension to auto block tags it’s like no wait god please use custom tags so i can block your fic specifically w/o blacklisting an entire genre or some shit

#but really WHY is blocking a fic not an option @ ao3?#muting authors is well and good yes #love that #but like i don’t wanna block an (usually) good author just b/c they wrote one fic that makes me want to commit homicide #so if i block the custom tag we’re good #but if they tag it all generic ass then wtf am i supposed to do when i need to NEVER lay eyes on so much as the summary of that fic #purs

0 notes

heavenlyhischier · 9 months

Text

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

this has been sitting my drafts for a while so i figured might as well post it while i’m working on my celly fics 🫶🏻

yourusername

liked by elblue6, jamiedrysdale, and others

yourusername happy 22nd birthday to my best friend since birth. you’re a pain in my ass every single day but i can’t seem to get rid of you so ig i’ll deal with it

everyone go tell my best happy birthday or else 🤺

tagged jackhughes

View all 73 comments

lhughes_06 why are you wearing a helmet

yourusername they said i was “ a danger to myself”

╰➤ jackhughes you were

╰➤ yourbff you ARE

_quinnhughes we can’t get rid of him either. i tried

jackhughes yo???

trevorzegras couple of BESTIES

yourusername why do you do this every time

╰➤ trevorzegras because you’re my favorite couple of BESTIES

jackhughes you literally moved to jersey with me so i don’t think you’re trying very hard 🥸

yourusername you literally begged me to???

yourusername also you’re welcome for the birthday post you loser 🙄 so ungrateful

╰➤ jackhughes thank you daisy❤️

╰➤ nicohischier that’s not her name?

╰➤ yourbff he calls her that because it’s her favorite flower😭

╰➤ nicohischier “we’re just friends”

╰➤ this comment has been deleted

yourmom happy birthday to my future son-in-law!

liked by elblue6, trevorzegras, _quinnhughes, lhughes_06, yoursibling, _alexturcotte, colecaufield, yourbff, nicohischier, and jackhughes

jackhughes

liked by trevorzegras, mattwilliams, and others

jackhughes 2/3

tagged lhughes_06, _quinnhughes, and yourusername

View all 373 comments

user1 jack and yourusername never beating the dating allegations with this behavior

trevorzegras White jets all dizzy

yourusername don’t encourage him. who wears forces to a wedding???

╰➤ jackhughes a man with style

yourusername ellen is the only reason i’m liking this post. she looks so beautiful as always

user2 so real. ellen slays

user3 tell quinn my dms are open

nicohischier 🧐

yourbff 🔎

yourusername you guys are annoying

user4 they’re going to be dating by the end of summer if they’re not already. im calling it🤞🏼

yourusername

liked by randomkidfromHS, dylanduke25, and others

yourusername surprise!! friends to lovers is my favorite trope for a reason

tagged jackhughes

View all 97 comments

trevorzegras COUPLE

yourusername yes Z, just couple

╰➤ trevorzegras finally. man’s been in love with you for years now

╰➤ yourusername jackhughes years?????

yourbff I KNEW IT

yourbff WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK

╰➤ yourusername i’m sorry i love you!!!!

lhughes_06 thank god. i can stop being your third wheel now

yourusername no pls. i need you there for moral support. i can’t handle jack by myself

╰➤ jackhughes wtf??

nicohischier wow i am shocked. i did not see this coming at all

liked by yourusername

colecaufield “best friends can go to a lantern festival without it being romantic” liars. both of you. liars. you just went so you could make out

yourusername hehe sorry coley 🫶🏻

╰➤ jackhughes we didn’t just make out 😮‍💨

╰➤ colecaufield you’re kidding right? you guys took my car. YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT?

╰➤ liked by jackhughes

╰➤ colecaufield i’m burning my car

elblue6 happy 6 months you two!

liked by yourmom and yourusername

_quinnhughes what happened to “we don’t keep secrets in this family”???

lhughes_06 ^^^

jackhughes

liked by tmeier96, john.marino97 and others

jackhughes my daisy, you are everything good in the world. for as long as i can remember, you have shown me what it’s like to live and to love. i’m grateful for you in more ways than you know, and i can’t wait to love you for as long as you’ll have me.

tagged yourusername

View all 385 comments

user1 wow i am so shocked at this news 😱

jesperbratt took you long enough

_alexturcotte COUPLE

trevorzegras back off that’s my thing

user2 alexa play that should be me by justin bieber

yourusername shut up i’m crying wtf i love you

yourusername who wrote this caption for you

╰➤ jackhughes i came up with it all by myself thank you (quinn helped me)

user3 who knew jack was so sappy????

yourusername i didn’t tbh

lhughes_06 hard launch 🗣️

_quinnhughes simp

jackhughes no shame

user4 called it

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes insta edit #jack hughes edit #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #new jersey devils

619 notes · View notes

kalfui · 3 months

Note

been thinking about aroace alastor a lot, in the sense that ofc this is simply canon and i wouldnt even BE thinking about it beyond a simple "woohoo this is fun, let's think about how that might have affected him and his relationships both whilst alive and after his death and fic and art and the usual joy of character analysis" if it weren't for the fact that it seems to be a flipping fight to just. Have that canon be acknowledged, which is taking up so much energy that it's honestly hard for me to enjoy him as much as I wish, considering this rep is supposed to be For people like me

and I think that's so much of my frustration around all of this, which IS mitigated by just finding a few chill people to follow and focusing on that -- but even then most of my "suggested for you" for this show is alastor x [insert any random main character] shipping/sexual content -- is that this is an offering for people to learn something new and delve into experiences that they may not have thought much about and the ones who know what aroace means, and in particular within the realms of how this character is being written within this particular very-sex-heavy universe (so, not so different from real life), by and large decided to just go "nah." people aren't interested in aroace experiences, and it's weird from a "so you just don't like a large part of this character's canon traits then, do you like the actual character, or just the OC you've made up in your head that happens to look like them?" perspective, but mostly for me it's that a lot of the way people talk/write about this it's like aroaceness is something that needs to be Fixed Somehow, and thank Goodness there's a neat little loophole that we can utilise in the form of "well sooooome aroace people do want to have sex and be in a relationship"

so many of the things I can't help but see, block, move on from, and in the ao3 alastor tag (which, it's frankly wild to me that aroace alastor has to be a specific tag, because so much of it ISN'T that, and even then we have to sift) is either just the equivalent of going "lalalala if I don't think about the aroaceness it's not real" or the even more disturbing "now how do we fix this so that the ace character can still fuck somehow." it's really creepy, and very much how people talk about aspec people irl. it's just incredibly poor taste and shows that this community is still so invisible

people really ought to think more about why this is such an important hill for them to die on that they want to Fix aroaceness in one of the only genre-fiction characters to be canonically such, ON a show where every other character enthusiastically enjoys sex and most of them are in established relationships or various slowburns -- why is the character that is not interested the one that is shipped with every other character to such an extreme?

I feel like anyone writing an aroace alastor that mysteriously can be compelled into sex and a romantic relationship needs to give me a 3000 page essay on the history and philosophy of aspec identities with a special section on aroace representation in media

but ultimately it's just a "look. please be kinder. if you look in our sandbox we have barely any toys, why are you coming into this sandbox to take more of them and then rubbing our faces in it and THEN being rude to aspec people when we say it makes many of us uncomfortable to be sidelined like this?"

I keep thinking of that one screenshot that was going around tumblr of the person who wrote straight brokeback mountain fic that everyone was going WTF about. why is it alright to "headcanon" away canon aroaceness (and mock people who point out its canonicity), but it's largely agreed to be in poor taste to do so with other canonically established queer identities?

I get fandom's not activism, but it sure sometimes can be a yardstick for how much I'd trust people to respect me irl, when I cannot enjoy aroace escapism without being talked over/mocked/yelled at AND having aspec theories appropriated without any understanding of what they actually mean or how they apply -- this history and community is a part of my life, and it's like people are just traipsing mud through it with the lack of respect for it (as lucifer would say "you come into MY house bitch???")

(apologies this got long. you don't have to post if you don't want to, I get that it could be inflammatory and don't want to put that on you, I've just been needing to vent. I just feel like I'm going a bit crazy with how nigh-impossible it is to avoid this -- why am I the one who's having to make all that extra effort to enjoy a character written with my community in mind? don't y'all have enough toys???)

Don't apologize, I absolutely love reading how others feel about this situation, and I completely agree.

I think it's sad how people don't want to think about a characters aroaceness and how it affects them and instead just throw that part of them out of the window. I think it's even more interesting since Alastor canonically thinks that he's straight, but hasn't found the right one yet.

"Headcanoning" a canonically aroace character a different sexuality is so.. I don't even have a word it. Many people "headcanon" Alastor a different sexuality, but keep it canon when it's Angel Dust or Vaggie. Personally, I think it stems from aphobia. Just like you mentioned, people feel the need to "fix" aroace characters, like their sexuality is a messed up or broken part of them. It reminds me of when I used to hear teachers talk about how everyone will someday find love, and the ones who don't will have a huge gap in their heart and be empty. It's quite terrifying just how similar it is. The fact that he, as the only confirmed aroace character, is shipped the most, too, is quite saddening.

It's disturbing how they search and search for stuff to use as excuses when they ship aroace characters. "Aroace people can still date," "It's just headcanons," "Alastor is not canonically aro," and so on.

Ao3 scares me, especially with characters like Alastor. You don't even wanna know how many times I've seen people say, "I know Alastor is aroace, but we'll just ignore that" in fics. Most of the time, they even change his character completely, and he's so out of character.

It also kinda disgusts me with the stuff people say about Alastor, I can be scrolling on Tumblr and a post comes up saying how Alastor would fuck the living shit out of you and it's so fucking disturbing and graphic, I guess this is just how it is generally when people talk about fan favorite characters, but when it's an aroace character too, like.. no, he wouldn't do any of that.. It's so weird. This is what people care about, sexualizing. They don't even seem to care how much of a complex character he actually is, but only how he would be during sex, and it's quite disturbing that most of the time he is the victim to these type of comments.

And, with the amount of hate I've gotten from tiktokers in my comment replies saying how either Alastor isn't aro, how he's just fictional and it's not erasing any representation by shipping him, how aroace people can still date, how Viv allowed them to ship him, and even saying that it's okay to ship him because he's a stereotype and bad rep (???) and whatever else they have to say, I quite literally do not care. I'm not gonna be humiliated into silence, I'm not ashamed about the fact I'm trying to keep these crumbs of representation we have left. "Boohoo, you talk too much about Alastor being aroace," and I'll continue, I think that's a lovely and very interesting part about his character, especially from the time period is from, and the fact he's unaware too.

it's kinda sad how a lot of people don't even know that he's aro, I wouldn't either since all the fandom does with him is ship him. There are so many other relationships people could dive into, Husk and Angel Dust, Charlie and Vaggie, Vox and Valentino, and many more, but yet they go for the aroace character.. Also the fact that since the pilot the character he's mostly been shipped with is Angel, a character who makes a lot of sexual remarks towards Alastor which he very obviously feels repulsed and disgusted by, is kinda just.. where's the appeal when he's clearly disgusted? Is that part of it? I'm glad that there is a side of this fandom where people actually love him for his character and not just because he's attractive.

Other than that, I'm very glad the show itself knows how to show he can have meaningful friendships and platonic relationships with people, such as Rosie, and didn't make him an edgelord that hates everyone and doesn't have friends for some random reason.

Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with me, I enjoyed reading through it, and again, I completely agree. I just hope the fandom could realize he's a lovely character and that him being aroace is just a part of him like it is of us.

133 notes · View notes

llumimoon · 8 months

Text

Ignorance is Bliss... or Something Like That

if u realize this is a repost no you didnt. (I got voided from the tags) ANYWAYS i'm so normal about the twins in the erased au <- guy who is lying

THIS IS FOR THE FIC @kaseyskat WROTE FOR OUR AU !!! GO CHECK IT OUT ITS SO GOOD.

and if ur wondering wtf the erased au even IS here's the intro post w/ the first two pages of the comic. BUT TBH u could look at that or Nyx's fic first, they're both good introductions.

here's a bonus sketchbook doodle of erased au Lark and Sparrow (not under the cut this time bc I suspect the read more is what caused me to get voided lol)

173 notes · View notes

discoveredreality · 4 months

Text

intro post <3

don't mind me editing this like every single day lol

my dm's and askbox is always open if u want to talk <3

anons are welcome too <3

also if u want to make new friends i am right here pls say hi 😭

BELOVED MOOTS <33333 (everyone is tagging them and this is fun)

this in no particular order just whoever pops up on my dash or smth idk. not every moots just the ones i actually know lol. ok so

@im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon THEY'RE MY BESTIE I LOVE THEM SM IF U DON'T FUCK OFF BECAUSE OMG KJHLGJKFJHLKYFJHKJGL

@ma-lan13 HELP MY BESTIE IRL GOT TUMBLR OMG OMG. AND SHES ACTUALLY USING IT WTF?????? ANYWAYS SHES THE BEST <333

@bloophasarrived haven't known her for long but literally the sweetest and she tagged me in her intro???? like what?? let me just go cry this is so nice 😭😭😭

@marylily-my-beloved I LOVE HERRR WE HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS. SO NICE AND EASY TO TALK TO. AND WHY DOES SHE KNOW ME SO WELL <3333

@im-just-here4853 my vent buddy omg we just vent to each other i love her so much idk what i would do without her <33

@im-on-crack-send-help TWINNING IN LITERALLY EVERYTHING. SAME MUSIC TASTE. SAME TASTE IN FOOD. IN DRINKS. IN THE WAY WE THINK. WTF. ANYWAYS SHE'S MY POOKIE I LOVE HER <333

@the-gay-skeleton-in-ur-closet yes you're on here. SHE'S THE BEST OMGGGGG and she's nice and cool and shit <333333 i'm quoting myself it's fine

@cubemagnet somene i met on a random post and now we occasionally team up to correct grammar lol 🤓🤓🤓 anyways she's amazing :D and everything she says is so iconic like isjflsrijglruhglsuglijrsg

@book-girl4eva SHE'S AMAZINGGGGG. literally so nice and always so happy and fun to talk to. she always slays so hard no matter what and idk how she does it. i love her sm <3333

@mil-pinterest-sss-here-i-am ??? questioning why we're moots. but he's literally so nice. literally will be my therapist and help me w maths because that shit is impossible 😭

@dandelionflowery omg literally so nice and it's so fun to read their fics and shit they're actually amazing

@sweetwarmcookies16 omgg klgdhjdlgjlklghj literally so sweet and so fun to talk to. also literally love playing stardew valley (hopefully we get a chance) and minecraft together :D

idk brain isnt braining ill add ppl as i go along

about me

i'm ari. she/her. nicknames welcome. go wild. dude/bro/girl/literally anything is also fine. i use 'lol' and '<3' too much. straight probably idk. and cis. minor. literally the biggest procrastinator and so disorganised. i dare u to find someone worse than me. i'm indian but i live in australia. bengali/punjabi. band kid. pinterest is here. PLEASE DM ME IF U WANT TO. I NEED FRIENDS

personality/star sign or whatever

according to the mbti test here i am an istp-t. i am also a cancer. i found out my sun, moon and rising signs and the marauders version and i wrote it down and lost it so then i redid it and i lost it again so i can't bother at this point someone help me :(

time zone

Australian Eastern Standard Time (AEST) i think??

my music taste

i love taylor swift, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter and i'm probably forgetting some. also love bollywood music.

favourite books and authors

i love reading and i'm usually a really fast reader lol. i love harry potter (fuck jkr tho), kotlc, chetan bhagat books, the twisted series, shatter me, simon vs the homo sapiens agenda and love simon, the book thief, the inheritance games, agggtm, all of karen m. mcmanus's books, the divergent series, lorien legacies, the selection, radio silence, solitaire, powerless and a bunch of other books.

dni

idk the usual?? if u think ppl arent valid or you're literally an asshole. honestly you all can go get stuffed. idgaf

tag games and shit

yes you can absolutely tag me. i love tag games and chain asks. sometimes i may not get to doing it but i usually will and it makes me so happy when i'm tagged lol

tags

i don't post that much original stuff so i don't really have mulitple tags for my posts. anything or any shitposting or thoughts will be tagged #ari's shit. for asks it's #ari gets an ask?

fandoms!

i'm literally obsessed with drarry but i'm mostly part of the marauders fandom. i'm starting to make my way through all of the marauders fics. i love love love hermitcraft. i'm an ethogirl literally who doesn't love etho?? also into the life series. and kinda sometimes also empires. i literally love six of crows so much like omg. i love kotlc sm. (team foster-keefe forever!) i'm low-key in love with keefe sencen cause omg.

all the above photos are not mine, i got them off of pintrest.

my profile pic is obviously from the makowka picrew here

the beautiful dividers are linked here. these are by @saradika-graphics she is a literal star these dividers are so good

IF U ACTUALLY READ TO THE BOTTOM THIS HERE IS FOR U ILY <333333

#ari's shit

62 notes · View notes

kakujis · 7 months

Text

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning.

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.”

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in.

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.”

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile.

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.”

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off.

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully.

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.”

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him.

you made sure of it.

his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time.

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped.

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?”

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has.

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his.

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace.

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone.

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?”

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.”

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home.

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose.

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.”

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?”

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh.

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back.

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end.

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt.

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger.

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting.

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently.

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums.

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response.

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you.

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street. “please res-“

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru.

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.”

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too.

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!”

nothing.

choso!

still nothing.

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air.

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”.

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.”

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.”

“what makes you think i can do that?”

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there.

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer.

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.”

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.”

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.”

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband.

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream.

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red.

“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.”

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers.

“what the fuck did you do to them?”

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat.

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover.

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.”

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace.

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace.

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms.

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair.

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him?

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.”

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair.

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.”

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru.

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.”

“am i actually a vampire?”

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.”

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.”

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms.

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.”

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off.

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space.

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations.

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn.

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.”

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.”

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home.

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?”

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.”

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist.

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room.

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice.

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever.

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.”

“even if you lose yourself?”

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand.

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice.

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?”

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen.

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?”

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you.

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers.

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.”

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?”

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves.

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #pibby writing

112 notes · View notes