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yellowwithalisp · 11 months

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could you possible write some headcannons for a hobie x a cottagecore/preppy reader? im a sucker for “opposites attract” romances 🥰

( cottagecore YESSSSS! I got this! using she/her reader for this! Ask if you want a part two!!- Yellow 💛🌻) (Not proofed read. ) "She livessy in the middle of the woods?" The Spider he was talking to on the elevator nods. "Yeah, she's not exactly my quote-on-quote. "man in the chair" but. She lives in the woods in a cabin. Bought herself a bit of land and made a house there. Grows her own food and everything. Has a weird thing with mushrooms." "A weird thing with mushrooms?"

"If you buy her anything with mushrooms on it, she will not stop smiling for at least five minutes straight.." Hobie hummed, his shoulders shifting slightly as his hands are resting in his pockets walking a bit more slowly to continue the conversation. "So she lives by her own rules."

"I haven't been able to see one person tell her what to do. I mean she's sweet as a bee but, she mainly follows her own rules." "She's go' good taste." He managed to convince her Spider to introduce her to him. They warped to her home and it really was in the middle of nowhere. There was smoke rising from the chimney of your house as they see someone moving around in the house. They waited outside as a woman stepped out onto her porch in a button-up vest and a ruffled dress as she picked over some herbs that were growing on the porch. The Spider waved as they started to approach her. Hobie followed from behind. Spider took off their mask and waved at her. She looked up from the herbs she was cutting for her food and looked at Spiderman and their friend. "A new friend from work I see?" She asked with a soft smile as she looked back down and started to pick some tomatoes that look ready to eat. Spider nods as they gestured to Hobie. "(Y/N), this is Spiderpunk, Spiderpunk." Hobie looked slightly annoyed. "C'ome on, you know I hate labels." (Y/N) smiled softly as she looked at the spike mohawk spider as she cut some salad greens. "Then would friend be alright to call you for now?" She asked as she smiled. Hobie nods as Spider looked back and forth at the two. "Ya, that's alright mate." She invited them to enter a house for a meal she was just about finishing making it when they arrived. "I wasn't expecting company but thankfully I made a bigger batch than normal hopefully you don't mind tacos."

She said that she brought the things that she cut from outside over to the cutting board and started chopping them up and putting them in small wooden bowls. "Spider can you grab three glasses of water please and put them on the table?" They nod head to say walked over to one of the cabinets and open up and grab three glasses with little mushrooms on them. Seeing the small mushrooms on the glasses reminded Hobie of something. He quietly stepped out for a moment through a portal outside he arrived back a few minutes later. He opened up the door and then walked back into the house with something behind his back. "So my friend here said you had a thing for mushrooms." the cottagecore girl was busy putting everything on the table as she paused and looked up at him. A smile on her face as she nods her head. "I just think they're adorable! And Their fun to go hunting for!" He pulled on a mushroom hat for behind his back and tossed it at her. She blinks and was surprised and quickly caught it and looked at the hat for a second, before holding it close to her chest spinning around happily. Spider looked over at Hobie and slowly put a chip in their mouth. "Smoth..." (Y/N) kissed the top of the hat and looked over at Spider. "He can stay."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #X reader #Spiderpunk #Spiderpunk x reader

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Ik this is more on the vague side, but ever since i read ur Irminsul headcannons about the reader in Imposter!SAGAU I got this idea, what if:

The reader could just remove info about themselves in the big tree lol - i mean, Scarab did it before might as well try it, no?

Irminsul itself might let us in without the permission of Nahida so we could go in undetected

Since looking through the memories of Irminsul might be like exploring an endless library, as long as you set your mind to it, you'd be able to find that info, like for example:

Memories about the "Creator"

Now, by now, you already know what I'm getting at, right?

Once reader finally figures out how to erase stuff by trying removing certain minor parts of Irminsul, they try to erase the entire memory of the "Creator" ever existing

Not as in like, they would forget that you were the Creator or that one exists, nor what they look like, but just the horrible memories and basically everything that the "Creator" did/made

But now, one would wonder, what would happen now?

I'd guess that, since the "Creator" is believed to love everyone, why is the one on the throne ruling and acting so... Tyrannical?

In my opinion, I feel like a rebellion would ensue sooner or later

But then, since Scarab lost his own memories when he removed himself from Irminsul, wouldn't that also mean the same thing for the "Creator" themselves?

Anyways, feel free to procrastinate and take your time on my take on reader being able to remove info on Irminsul hehe (bc honestly I'd also do that lmao)

Signing off, 🐱 Anon

WE GOT A 🐱 ANON NOW, BOIS—OPEN THE CURTAINS, OPEN THE LIGHTS! CUE THE CLAPPING AND CHEERING AUDIO TRACKS!—

Alright I'm done making a fuss about that lol—here's the headcanon/jot note version of a oneshot of everything that happens since my motivation was running low on oneshots/short stories.

Disclaimers: N/A

Reader Has Entered Irminsul...

Reader is in their Hunted Arc rn, getting chased by all of Teyvat under the "Creator's" orders. They keep running and running and running...

They're getting tired, and they soon find themselves in a dead end. They think of all the places they haven't been to yet: the desert of Sumeru, Inazuma, Mt. Aocang, Mt. Hulao, Wuwang Hill, irminsul—

Yeah, you guessed it. Just by thinking of irminsul, Reader has made it to the big 'ol Tree of Knowledge :D

Reader is shocked—surprised. But not for long—because they start to panic. They aren't sure if Nahida was on their side or not, like what the sagau fanfics say.

In fact, Reader is mainly scared that she already knows they're here.

That is, before the Reader feels a sudden urge to make it to the Tree of Knowledge. As if irminsul is calling for them specifically. They're weary of what this all means, but at the same time, intrigued.

It was the first time they felt like this. So, naturally, they followed what their gut was telling them, hoping that they won't regret this decision.

Reader gets close to the tree, surprised that they managed to make their way to it without requiring access from Nahida or even getting lost just to navigate the route to get there.

The moment they touch irminsul's trunk, however, the Reader feels a sudden blast of information, as if Teyvat itself is giving them the resources to know what to do.

By the time Nahida feels something from irminsul and she arrives to see what's up, it's too late. The Reader's already made the change.

All tyranny of the "Creator" was erased. None of it happened. Not once, not ever. The Palace of the Creator was never created, the Imposter themself never took on any throne...nothing.

Reader comes back to Mondstadt, hoping that what they did worked.

It did. No one remembers what the Creator looks like. There was no Imposter impersonating them. Reader was free.

They were free! They did it! They could travel the entire world now without risking getting killed! They could finally find a portal home!

Except...they forgot the Traveler existed. But even the Traveler is glad there is no more tyranny.

Andd, that's all I got! Sorry if it's short lol—I ran out of ideas for this :') I hope it's okay for y'all.

See you all around! :D

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: So, as I've been writing this, I'm going to give you guys a little update on something that you all really enjoyed in the past.

So, you know "Forever In My Hold" and "A Path Beyond Hope" oneshots? Yes, this is regarding of the little series that has been created. I have decided that I will be making a Part 3, but it will take a very long while. And it will be the LAST PART of the series. I just can't find the motivation to continue it longer.

Also: Should I do a remake of Live or Die? It's a very old writing of mine, back when I first began this blog. I'm not sure if y'all want to read it, but idk if I want to make a remake. Please let me know :)

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau x reader #sagau genshin #yandere sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin cult au #sagau cult au #sagau nahida #genshin self aware #self aware genshin

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demaparbat-hp · 3 months

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Hi there. ^_^ ♥ First, LOVE your art!♥

2nd, for your Katara joins Zuko in hunting the Avatar AU idea, I have a question. :)

If originally Zuko was hunting him to restore his honor, but now he's part of the White Lotus, does this make the White lotus evil? (The kind that think they're doing it for good, but they're delusional, because their idea is clearly bad.)

Or, if they're not evil, what is Zuko's new reason for hunting the Avatar, if not for his honor? :)

Hello, and thank you for the question!

I hope you don't mind me making this a sort-of continuation to this post, but the replies are connected, in a way.

Now, it may come as no surprise that I love to play with canon divergences. So it stands to reason that one minor change to canon became the basis for Zuko's character in this AU. Mainly, that he stayed behind with Azula to eavesdrop the rest of Ozai's audience with Fire Lord Azulon, and thus was witness to the latter demanding his death in exchange for Ozai's right to the throne.

Zuko, unable to sleep that night, is wide awake when Ursa comes to see him. He delays her, deeply afraid of what's happening, and follows her silently through the dark halls of the palace when she leaves. But Ozai intercepts her. Ozai kills her, and Zuko watches.

It changes everything and nothing at all at the same time. Zuko's desire to be the Perfect Prince isn't because he wishes for his father's attention and love—instead, it comes from a place of grief. Zuko's is a simmering rage that drives him to one day take the throne (the very same throne that turned his mother to ashes and gave her no ceremony) from Ozai in revenge. But to do so he first needs to be ready for it.

Zuko learns to listen. Slithering through the shadows of the palace and pushing himself beyond his limits. But the Agni Kai happens. And when everything is lost, Zuko turns his misfortune into an advantage.

Uncle had started to introduce him to the White Lotus before his banishment, so Zuko becomes a member after he's fully healed. He makes the best out of what little he has—a crew full of agents, traitors and dissidents, and a position and name in the Fire Nation military that, while precarious in nature of his banishment, still allows him certain sway from within.

Time passes, and he grows. He goes to missions for the White Lotus, puts a stop to several plans for minor invasions and battles (nothing major, as to not cause suspicion) and works hard and subtle to better things wherever he goes.

He makes plans. Reckless, half-impossible plans to depose of his father. But they are useless and, most often than not, bloody.

The conditions of his banishment are clear. He is stripped of all titles and rights as Prince and can never set foot on the Mainland ever again. He's no longer the Crown Prince to the Fire Nation and has, by the Divine Law of Agni, no right to the throne. That is, of course, unless he does the impossible, captures the long-missing Avatar, and brings them to the Fire Lord. And that, for obvious reasons, is not an option. It hasn't been an option for the last one hundred years.

Until it is.

Capturing the Avatar is not something Zuko does to regain his honor or earn his father's respect (the first, because he had never lost it; the second, because he's never had it in the first place). It is a necessity. Something he must do if he wants to reclaim his title as Crown Prince, take the throne from his father and end the war once and for all.

But, let me tell you a secret. This AU? It was born because I woke up one day with a single phrase repeating itself in my head, over and over again:

The Prince refused to play Pai Sho, not because he was bad at it but, rather, out of boredom—he never lost a single game.

And that's just it. It's a game.

He can't take an untrained, childish fifteen year old Avatar to his father. But he can give the kid enough time to get ready. Chase him around, play the Bad Guy, push him away from the real dangers out there. Oh, he will deliver the Avatar to the Fire Lord—he just needs to keep his cover as loyal prince long enough for the boy to play his part and become a fully realized Master.

The Gambit is dangerous and double-edged, but all of Zuko's moves on the board are part of the same strategy. This, after all, is just another game of Pai Sho.

And he never loses.

#dema answers #atla #zutara #zuko #avatar the last airbender #katara #hunters au #Katara joins Zuko AU #zutara au #fire lord ozai #uncle iroh

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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You know, I was thinking a bit about the monster trio and how they all respect food a lot. And it got me thinking about their respective reasons to.

Sanji started resoecting it after being stranded and starving for 6 months, he knew how it felt to be hungry and he doesn't want anyone else to feel like this again. You also got the fact that he is a cook so of course he respects food.

Zoro I am not really sure since I don't remember any specific incident in his life, but its probably due to the strict discipline and culture he was raised in. After all he got raised with Wano costums and Wano is inspired by east asia, mainly Japan. And I might get it wrong but there is some kind of occurence where its rude to not finish your food, and its considered preciois.

Luffy has his whole thing that he just loves to eat and its mostly a gag but I dug in more deeply and...

Did Garp use to fucking starve that child?

I mean, its mostly an assumption, but when Luffy first went to Dadan's place to live she only gave him a bowl of rice and a cup of water and told him he had to work for his food. She excpected him to cry but he just went "Ok. Better than my grandad treats me".

Did Garp just fed Luffy if he completed his trainings (that involved him doing near death experience as a <7 years old CHILD) and/or only made him eat what he hunted? Is that what it is? This whole gag, of Luffy being a glutton, cherishing every piece if food he eats DEFEATING THE WORLD'S STRONGEST CREATURE, FOR A BOWL OF RICE comes from the fact that, as a child, food was quite literally just a rewards, and to him food = freedom, and he loves freedom?

Garp, I swear to Nika-

I've always loved the way OP treats food. Not gonna go full analysis on that because I'm pretty sure one already exists, but Oda keeps wanting to put food/eating in a good light. Food means life and happiness and whenever there's an important scene going on, somebody's eating. It's beautiful. It's surprisingly one of the main traits of Luffy's character. I find it beautiful how the manga keeps showing that food brings happiness and fulfillment. That everybody deserves to eat and that it could never be a bad thing.

We know already why Sanji respects food so much so there's no need to explain it. But you know. Starvation? The way his mom kept hyping up his passion for cooking? His whole character revolves around food and how nobody deserves to starve. Eating shouldn't be a privilege but most of the time it is and people should be thankful they're able to enjoy their delicious meals. So he doesn't waste food because he sees it as a life and happiness source that not most people have access to and it shouldn't be wasted.

Zoro's views are really respectful when it comes to everything. Traditions and rules? Zoro respects that. He's the one who knows the most about pirate language and tradition, so of course he's gonna respect Sanji's views on food. But it isn't just because of that because he already respected food way before joining the crew. It comes from his views on life. Food is necessary for people to live and he respects death a lot (ever since what happened to Kuina) and mortality is something real and present to him constantly. He respects food the way he respects death and life and mortality.

And Luffy... I'd say yes, perhaps it does have something to do with how Garp raised him. It makes sense although I've never actually thought about it that way. But it does look like he has always had to fight for food. But he doesn't only see food as something to fight for because Makino also prepared meals for him. I think the whole point about Luffy and food is freedom (I mean, obviously. God of the Sun and Freedom. We know how it goes). Eating is something necessary to live, but Luffy doesn't see it as a threat. It isn't "Eat or Die" for him. For him, he chooses to eat because food is good for his body and it's delicious, and eating out of pleasure and not just hunger is also part of his character. He's a man who's always starving but for more experiences and tastes and freedom, and he takes food without hesitating once because you shouldn't apologize never, ever for eating.

While Sanji sees food as something he can do for others (he's always starving and making food for everybody else because he's selfless like that and the show wants you to see it), Zoro respects food the same way he respects mortality because it's something necessary to live, and Luffy loves food because it's... Because it's just good, you know? Maybe it isn't that deep. Maybe he eats because he wants to and that's okay. He unapologetically eats and he's selfish about it and that's how it should be.

#i love writing these things and then i'm the one who has an ED. talk about hypocrisy 😭#just kidding OP has helped me so much with it kesefbkej i've genuinely been eating more ever since i started this show. surprisingly #food is such an interesting and beautiful topic in this show. my beloved #also yeah garp is a shitty guardian dude what the hell #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #monster trio

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poisonousroxstar · 10 months

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Imagine:

Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader

Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly) This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!

Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.

That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.

Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.

Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you.

Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.

The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.

It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.

Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.

Angst Below Cut

If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.

If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.

If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.

If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.

In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.

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nyx-v1 · 11 months

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TWST boys at your funeral tw- meantians of death and funerals

[Heartslabyul],[Savanaclaw], [Octavinelle][Scarabia]

Kalim

Kalim covers the cost of the funeral. As soon as he heard you passed he told everyone that he would pay for everything, no matter how much it costs, and of course Crowley didn't stop him.

He decides to throw a big party in your honor. He holds it at his dorm and invites pretty much the whole school. (at this point he has spent way to much money Jamil is not having fun keeping track of his spendings.)

Kalim is very honest about his feeling and won't hide the fact that he's sad about you dying, that he miss you, but he thinks funerals should be used to celebrate the person who passed, so he tries his best to be happy around everyone else. The only time he'll allow himself to show his sadness is when he is alone.

He Goes around trying to cheer every one up with gifts, or by offering to do things for them. Kalim just wants everyone to feel better.

Despite his energetic and loud personlity Kalim is somehow the most respectful person during the funeral. He absolutely does not bother with any one else, he wants he attention to just be on you. If others are talking poorly about you he doesn't even notice, because he is only really focused on the service.

He was going to wear brighter colors to your funeral but he was told by Jamil not to because it might be offensive from where you some from, and kalim doesn't even want to think about somehow disrespecting you so he ask Jamil to double check everything he's done for setting up the funeral.

Although Kalim is not the smartest person he is very emotionally intelligent.

He is very good with understanding how other people feel,and why they feel that way, so he works his hardest to cheer others up when he sees how much everyone is struggling after your death.

Kalim tries his best to cheer Jamil up, but his attempts end up causing more problems for Jamil to deal with.

Kalim understands whats its like to lose someone, even if it might not specifically be by death, so he spoils Grim even worse than everyone else, if Jamil wasn't there he probably would have given Grim some really important items(probably some national treasure).

He spends a lot of time at your grave, just talking to you, just like when you were alive. Doing this helps Kalim feel more at ease.

He has custom jewelry made for you and him, in time for your funeral. He makes you and him matching bracelets.

Kalim is by far the most emotionally stable person, and he knows that losing you has effected him deep down,and he deiced to go to counseling for a little, just so he could have someone to talk to without having to burden Jamil with his feelings.

After your death Jamil is a little emotionally unstable,and sometimes takes it out on others, including Kalim,and Kalim is very understanding towards Jamil. He always make sure to never be upset at Jamil unless his action cross the line, other than that he makes sure to respect Jamil and give him the space he needs to properly deal with his feelings.

Kalim probably tries to contact your spirt but with ghost hunting equipment but nothing ends up happening, so he gives up trying to your ghost.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Blue Hydrangea- gratitude, honesty, deep understanding

"I hope you have a fun time where ever you are, I'll miss you [name]!"

Jamil

Jamil is the one to keep Kalims spending on your funeral with in reason and he makes sure that Kalim doesn't try to do anything to out there.

Jamil shows up to the funeral all dressed up, suit and tie. Your funral is one of the only time he would change his hair style.He also adds little hair accessory that have your favourite color on them.

During the funeral he doesn't speak all the much, he's mainly keeping an eye on Kalim, making sure that Kalim doesn't try anything.

When other students talk negative about you he just rolls his eyes, they're not worth his time. He already knows that other students are going to take care of the rude students.

Jamil is not very expressive so it looks like he is carrying on like normal. It's really hard to tell that he's actually struggling.

He refuses to talk to kalim about your death, when ever kalim brings up the topic he either changes the topic or will find some excuse to leave.

With out you there every thing feels quite to him, and Jamil now finds himself falling behind in school work for a little, and he loses motivation for club. He ends up feeling really burned out for a while, not feeling like he can do anything.

When Jamil just needs to get away from everything he vists ramshackle, talking a quick walk in the area around the dorm. Being at the dorm reminds him of when he felt like he has someone who truly understood him.

begrudgingly goes along with kalim to visit your grave, but he actually doesn't mind. If for some reason your grave gets messed up or the area around it is Jamil will clean it up .

Keeps a photo of you on him normally in the pocket of his school blazer.

The first week is the roughest Jamil tries to be normal, but he just finds that everything gets on his nerves a lot easier. Anything that annoys his makes him snap. Most of the other dorm members try to stay clear of Jamil. Once Jamil calms down his dorm mates start to avoid him less but still make sure to stay on his good side, making sure they doing everything right.

Jamil will never explicitly say that he's sad about your death and that he miss you. He'll NEVER let kalim think he's even remotely upset about your death, he would rather die than let Kalim have a reason to pity him.

He stops kalim from spending lots of money on ghost hunting equipment.As much as he would love to talk to you one last time he knows it's probably not possible, so instead he makes sure to stop Kamil from wasting a lot of money trying to talk with you spirit.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Red Spider Lily- meaning: death, sad memory, last goodbyes

Not one to speak his feelings for you out loud, so I can't see him saying much to you. Instead Jamils actions are much more subtle, he leaves a small note with you, and on that note are his true feelings towards you , he's never letting anyone read it.

#twst x reader #angst #twst angst #scarabia x reader #jamil twst #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #Kalim x reader #kalim al asim #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader

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comradekatara · 3 days

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I know ppl are yapping at you abt Dungeon Meshi so sorry but I’m joining in. Who in the Gaang (or Gaang-adjacent) do you think would enjoy the dungeon most and least? Sokka would be having a grand time, eating cool food and rescuing sisters and learning about biology and doing puzzles. I can imagine Aang on the other hand having a very bad time; even the plants are animalistic so he would feel weird about eating them. He would appreciate Senshi’s care for the ecosystem though.

idk why ppl keep saying that sokka would be laios.... like laios does say that he wishes he could take falin's place and clearly means it, but he also has the mental fortitude to step back and look at the situation more rationally when he needs to. he clearly loves falin a lot, but he's also able to pace himself and acknowledges not to push himself beyond his own limits, so that he can make grand sacrifices when the time calls for it (and even then, he pretty much knew that losing his leg wasn't gonna be permanent). like, my point is, if katara got fucking eaten by a dragon, sokka would not even bother going back up to the surface to the regroup. he would not be able to approach the situation rationally whatsoever. laios wants to take falin's place because he doesn't want to see her in pain (and also because i'm sure there's a part of him that just wishes that he could be a really cool monster too, lol), but sokka would want to take her place because he fundamentally believes that his role in life is to sacrifice himself for her?? and he would feel like he had failed in some grand, existential way if she sacrificed herself for him (but also, falin is not katara, and so katara wouldn't make those same sacrifices either). if sokka was in laios's shoes, he would be acting far more like toshiro, and we know this because "the boiling rock" exists. sokka is someone who is easily motivated by guilt, and feels guilty about basically everything. there's no way he would be enjoying his time in the dungeon if he felt that he had failed the one person he valued most in the world. he barely enjoys doing anything as it is.

that said, if he was simply in the dungeon for work and katara was there with him or safely on the surface or otherwise healthy and intact, yeah he'd probably like the hunting and puzzle solving and the learning about ecosystems. and since magic is something that can be taught, i'm sure he'd also be fascinated by the science behind it and learn as much magic as he can. aang would be fine food-wise because he'd simply pack enough food in advance, which is what most people do anyway. katara would love it because she loves going on any sort of quest-like adventure, and she loves getting to be the hero. she and aang are the resident healers, naturally. toph enjoys it because she likes hanging out with her friends and getting into weird little situations. suki is slashing up monsters with her katana but mainly she's just vibing. zuko is having a bad time unless he has a fixed goal, just like, in general, so he's only going in the dungeon (or anywhere) if he has a very specific reason. people see azula, mai, and ty lee in the dungeon and they're like "that party is way too small they won't last a day" and then they work as such a perfect and efficient team that everyone is just like "okay. i stand corrected." but anyway. if anyone is falin, it's yue.

#catgirl-behavioral-therapy #asks #synthesis #they would be nothing like laios's party lmfao they would maybe eat the chicken part of a basilisk and that's it

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tired-reader-writer · 7 months

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Magic in Winds of Wolfsong

This is the magic system (if it could be called that) I created for Winds of Wolfsong, my Arslan Senki AU. The post will mainly feature how the Marda clan (a clan of OCs that Arslan, Isfan, Gieve, etc are also part of) uses magic, but they're not the only ones who use magic in the ArSen world, this is centered around Pars and the clan because they are narratively relevant.

A history of magic

The study and usage of magic was much more commonplace and powerful back in the days, days before Zahhak would come to reign Pars. It must've been the case for much of the world, really, magic existed and then something happened that tried to wipe out the existence of magecraft— for Pars, it was Zahhak. Other countries likely had other incidents. For example, even in novel canon, we see the prosperity of magic in Jamshid's era. He and many mages created horrible magical beasts for the sake of hunting them down for sport, if I were to remember correctly. Zahhak himself was actually one of those creations.

In days of old, there were... many “schools” of magic, so to speak. Not school as in like the schools we go to to learn, school as in something like “school of thought”, a particular way of thinking or interacting with magic, a way of life. There were many such schools, each with their own different ways of training and learning magic, and much of the process of learning was via master to protege instead of something more like an institution. They were numerous and diverse.

When the Serpent King took the throne by force, he began to stomp out the use and study of magic outside of his own followers and disciples with extreme prejudice, fearing that any of these mage populations may eventually develop the tools to harm or kill him and end his reign. Much of the knowledge was lost and mages fewer in numbers, more isolated from each other because they had to go into hiding.

The Marda were one of the few that survived to this day, and were instrumental in the defeat of the Serpent King, for they were the ones to craft the legendary sword Rukhnabad.

But things did not get better even after Kaykhusraw ascended the throne. He betrayed them, betrayed the mages, because he feared their power, what they could be capable of. The priesthood, starting from his reign, became mage-hunters of sorts. They feared the possibility of Zahhak's followers remaining, or any of the surviving mages creating another Zahhak, and so they sought to eradicate them, and prohibited the use of magic amongst the priesthood outside of a very limited range of skills.

Because of these reasons, encountering a mage or sorcerer would be rare in the present day, rarer still would be the prospect of two mages from two different schools encountering each other. Magecraft has become extremely localized, only existing in remote or rural areas and masters never really having more than two disciples at most— even the masters themselves are extremely rare. One could say they are of a dying kind.

A clan or a whole organization of magic users would be nigh unthinkable in this day and age. The Marda's continued survival was an extremely unlikely case.

Magic as the fabric of the world

The concept of a world inhabited by spirits and emotions and mystical qualities is older than time— it's a concept present in many religions of our world and history.

The world is alive, in a somewhat literal sense. Spirits inhabit everything— the earth, stone, waters, air, trees, animals, humans, and the like. Some (most?) are untethered, floating freely. The world is saturated with them, and they are an essential part in the way magic works in this world, because magic is the pure energy derived from the soul or spirits.

Let's start small, with the human body.

A human (or really all living creatures) is composed of a body and a soul. They aren't so separate as you might think, the body influences the soul and the soul influences the body, harming one means harming the other, they only separate upon death.

The body is sort of the boundary keeping the soul from just outright blending into the world and other spirits. Spirits have no body, so they don't really have this clear-cut boundary between “themselves” and “everything outside of themselves” the way a living thing w a body will have. They phase in and out and merge and divide and all in all there's not a sense of “self” or “identity”, there's no need. They're of the world and... they're the world itself.

What happens when a person dies is that their body decays and disintegrates, and their soul “returns” to the world to mingle with other souls.

It's like water. The water in a cup is like a soul in a body. But when the cup is gone the water returns to the lake where the water originally came from, anyways. At that point there's no point distinguishing “this part of the water used to be in a blue cup” or anything, it just becomes the lake. It's the same deal with souls.

Magical energy is derived from spirits and souls, and certain locations may have more potent and concentrated magical energy, such as places where mass death had occured in the past, places where religious ceremonies used to be held but aren't anymore, abandoned temples, certain natural locations and structures such as caves, and more.

Magic as concord

The usage of magic would involve the harnessing of magical energy present in either oneself or one's surroundings, and there are many ways to achieve that though many of the schools have gone extinct.

One of such ways is what I call a concord. The interaction and harmony between a mage and the djinn. (Side note: We don't ever get confirmation on what kind of spirit the djinn are in canon, so I'm going to use the word as a catch-all term for all kinds of spirits for the purposes of this lore post.) Asking them for favors, borrowing magical power from them, and the like. It is a relationship of respect, it has to be, it's a part of the djinn the mage is asking to take, after all. Remember that djinn are literally made of magic and nothing else.

Something along similar lines though now largely extinct would be the relationship between a patron deity and a worshipper. The worshipper or priest could beseech for the deity to grant them blessings or boons. This is an older and more powerful form of a concord.

The boons received from a concord could be something like powering the sails for a smooth and speedy journey, charming your fires to stay warm for longer, the wind never getting in the way of one's arrows, fires staying alight for longer and requiring less firewood, the mage being less likely to be affected by temperatures, the ability to sense magic more clearly, things like that. There's not much in terms of spectacle, no showy fireballs or somesuch, that's for other fantasy stories. This is more... subdued. Intimate.

On the subject of concords, the djinn and the divine aren't the only ones a mage can form a concord with— there is another, more permanent kind formed with other living beings with bodies, particularly animals.

Familiars.

When a mage spends an extended amount of time with an animal that they've bonded with, think a beloved horse or a pet or anything along those lines, they begin to influence each other. The animal gains sharper senses, higher intelligence, and a longer lifespan. The mage might also gain sharper senses and the like. Their souls are linked with each other. This is what it means to love, remember that magic is derived from the heart and soul.

The Marda clan introduces animals to their children while they're young, in the hopes that they will develop a deep bond with each other.

Could it happen between two humans? I say yes, a similar sort of thing. Not the same exact thing but think of how people influence and inspire each other. Is that not a form of magic as well?

Magic as craftsmanship

Not the product, not the materials, but the act of crafting itself that is magic, though we'll get to the former two eventually as well.

Hours of needlework dipping and pulling taut on a piece of fabric, hundreds of hammer strikes on a piece of metal. A shuttle carrying the weft thread back and forth through the warp fibers, the taking of something tangled and faulty and spinning it until smooth and strong— that's magic.

Craftspeople are able to tap deeper into the work they do and work wonders as a result of their bonds with it. It gives them a way to connect more deeply, almost to engage empathetically with their materials, feel for what the things they're working with are feeling.

For example, a weaver may get frustrated when the fibers they're trying to prepare for spinning and weaving are sticking all over their body— but with enough firmness and dedication, almost an empathy of sorts, they may be able to pull the fibers off themselves and coax them into cooperating.

There is always a degree of emotionality or awareness from the materials and spirits, the latter of which are made of emotions. It is the craftsperson's task to interact with them, draw out their properties, give them a purpose, shape them into their best forms. Fairly ordinary things crafted from fairly ordinary materials, but the result is something extraordinary that might just be able to touch something more. Craft can give a sense of purpose and direction to the inherent base of magic ordinary materials possess— elevate them into something beyond a mere product. Even simple materials like stone and wood can become sacred when built into structures like temples or instruments for sacred rituals.

Of course, some materials have more potent magic than others... Normal metal vs metal from a meteorite, fruits and herbs harvested under a certain constellation in a particular season vs the same plants harvested at any other period, things collected from a certain location saturated with spiritual power, there is so much wonder in the world.

Some particularly well-crafted items could be passed from generation to generation, and come to embody properties they didn't originally have— they're given a sense of character and honor and whatnot, coming to mean something more than say just a sword or just a table, things used for a long time come to develop their own character, imbued with the user's spirit, entwined.

You will have most certainly heard the phrase “pour one's heart and soul into something” before, writers, artists, craftspeople, anyone who creates anything, it's something dear to us, dear to our hearts, and all creatives know what it feels like. The genuine bond and love we have towards our crafts. I just happened to make it... a little more literal here, because of course, there is magic in souls in this world, and a craft is something you pour your soul into. That is why it is a wedding tradition for the marrying couple in the Marda clan to display a lifetime of things they had created with their own hands, their masterpieces, because it is believed to be proof of the beauty of one's soul, the dedication they are capable of.

Magic as song

Music is the bridge between worlds, the language of all languages that transcend all barriers. It is used as a medium to communicate with the djinn, invite them for a ceremony, incite them to congregate, certain melodies and incantations and words giving a sense of purpose to the formless, amorphous, floating djinn, to achieve a desired effect.

This is also why melodic incantations are present in the prayers of Parsian faith (side note: the religion should probably have an actual name, Zoroastrianism for example is called mazda-yasna aka the worship of Ahura Mazda, chief and creator deity and the all-wise one. As the Parsian faith is based on Zoroastrianism, I suppose their name could be something along those lines as well, something-something-yasna, though I'd like to differentiate it from its irl counterpart just as there's a distinction between Christianity and the faith of Yaldabaoth. Do y'all have any ideas?)

Music is art, isn't it? Like many forms of art and craftsmanship it's something you pour your heart into. The same principles I've described above in magic as craftsmanship also apply here.

Magic as dance

Where there is music, there tends to be dance, and the Marda have traditional dances— dances to old and ancient melodies endeavoring to sync up the body and soul to what the song is conveying. It's a form of magic unique to them.

Dance allows the djinn to dwell in the dancer's body and to channel their strength through them— music communicates, gives, and dance… dance receives. Music invites the djinn, and dance directs them, like how an orchestra conductor may direct their band. The dancers regulate and control the flow of magic for a desired outcome.

The best mages, the ones who are dancers, dance for the spirits in certain times of the year around which their celebrations are centered. A lot of their ceremonies are centered around song and dance.

Allowing spirits inside your body is the ultimate gesture of trust, and it takes a lot of effort and understanding and practice because one must be in harmony with the spirit they had accepted inside them, lest things go very very haywire and harm the dancer or the people around them. It is regarded as the most intimate form of magecraft because of its nature. For non-masters, incorporating some moves would mean the stay would be temporary, but for masters... spirits dwell for the whole dance.

Kazai’s combat for example is heavily based on his dance, allowing the djinn to dwell in parts of his body to boost his strength or impart their properties unto him, earth for strength, fire for power, water for flexibility, and so on. Outside of combat, though, he can also act as a mediator/conductor for spirits during ceremonies.

Magic as writing and sigils

There is not much to say in this section because this is not a primary method for the Marda to channel their magic, but it exists. Think of charms and talismans, prayers inscripted onto an object. Think of wards and runes and spell-arrays. Just as melodic chants and song give form and purpose to the magic in the world, certain symbols and sigils and letters can achieve similar things. Think of how in many cultures irl true names and such hold power.

Magic as healing

Recall how I mentioned that all living things have souls— magecraft involves channeling not only the magic in the world around you, but also that within yourself.

Energy from the soul is consumed and utilized for things like healing wounds and injuries, and the body and soul work in tandem for both physical and mental tasks. There is a reason one feel fatigued after tasks, after all.

The art of healing is a way to control and amplify the process, skilled healers guiding both the patient's and the djinn's energies using their own as a medium to promote healing in a wound and such, making sure it heals swiftly and correctly.

To help with that, medicinal herbs are also utilized, the healer/physician concocting medicine and poultices, drawing out their properties the same way a craftsperson might. It's the same principle, and the notion of collecting herbs and ingredients in “auspicious” times (for lack of a better word for now) when the properties of the herbs would be most potent, also applies.

For the Marda, there is no distinction between mental problems and physical ones because harming one means harming the other, they're intrinsically intertwined, and so both types of problems are handled with the same amount of care, and healers are responsible for soothing both the body and the mind. I suppose it would be somewhat similar to therapy— just with... more spirits and magic involved.

Magic as defying nature

Not all forms of magecraft are harmonic with nature, though. Sometimes a sorcerer might choose to override nature, domineer over spirits, change their very nature, force the world to bend around them. This is the school of magecraft Zahhak's disciples aka Team Zahhak is under, earth isn't supposed to be intangible like one could swim in water, objects aren't supposed to be able to randomly change into a venomous snake, human bodies aren't supposed to have certain traits, winged apes and four-eyed hounds/wolves aren't supposed to exist, Zahhak isn't supposed to exist.

It's a school of magic diametrically opposed to that of the clan who promotes harmony and respect and cooperation. Zahhak's disciples look down on the Marda, and the Marda are repulsed by them.

Magic in other countries

I mean, they must exist, right? Serics may have something along the lines of stuff we see in wuxia/xianxia fiction inspired by Taoism, Misr and even the pagan religions of Lusitania and Maryam having their own brand of magic. They must have their own history and beliefs, and their own Incident that would've greatly reduced the prominence of magecraft. I have refrained from covering them because they aren't all that relevant to the AU. But they exist.

Inspirations and References

Otoyomegatari

The Ancient Magus Bride

A Tale of Crowns

Magi (even as I have so, so much beef with it)

Hunter X Hunter

Burmese Shamanism

My own experiences as an artist

History and mythology videos from Overly Sarcastic Productions

Videos about soft magic systems by Hello Future Me

The Hinokami Kagura scene from Kimetsu no Yaiba

Various videos from Tale Foundry

Bernadette Banner (no, really, her channel was what gave me such an appreciation for crafts, and inspired me to mend my own clothes)

#winds of wolfsong #wolfpack au #arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #worldbuilding #magic system

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Don't you think they expanded too fast too soon and found themselves forced into a corner with no other way out?

Have they overestimated the hype that Travel Season got? Are they relying too much on the show's potential viewership? Because I don't think that's smart. It pains me to say this but the audience is way too attached to Ryan and Shane for that to be the case. I may be wrong, but I don't think I am: people mostly watch for those two. People watch for the silly ghost talk and for the silly puppets. Most of the fans have literally said they would watch Ryan and Shane do their laundry. That's what happens when you've created such a tight image of your friendship which your company is very much dependent on: making shows featuring other people is far from guaranteed success in this case, and as incredible as breaching out is, it's sadly not the reality for me.

I want to be hopeful. I just think they lost sight of what their fans love about the channel and what they are willing to pay for.

to answer the first half of your question- yes i literally said this lmfao. in many of my posts. i said it should've been a more gradual change. but no i dont think they're forcing themselves into a corner. at least for now. they will probably come up with more solutions so they don't ostracize most of their audience. they definitely see the backlash. so they'll change what they need to because they care about and listen to their audience from past experience (and if im wrong in the future welp yikes we'll talk about it then lolll)

i don't think they're relying on solely travel season for the platform to be successful. they're probably also relying on ghost files, mystery files, etc which mostly includes ryan and shane. and sadly those silly puppets and those silly ghosts cost money. literally, it sucks but it does. so i guess they thought this decision was best-case scenario. which i think was a bit hasty and like ive said before it shouldve been a more gradual move. and also remember worth it was also wildly successful which only had steven, andrew and adam. so it's not like everyone is mainly watching for ryan and shane, and maybe they made the decision based on that idk

look, we don't know what's going through their heads. we don't know what made them to come to this decision- and i think it's kinda one based on the lack of profits they're making and how they need to make a change before the company sinks. i don't think they lost sight of what the people want which is ghost hunting (for the most part) and they're still gonna do that. while we would love to watch ryan and shane do laundry, that's just not the type of content they want to be putting out 😭 they're creatives who want to do creative work. and again that costs money unfortunately. plus they still have the podcast if you wanna watch them talk and hang out. and it's okay if you're not hopeful, it's okay if you wanna tap out, but not everything is lost

#asks #sophie answers

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cookiesuga55 · 10 months

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Challenge: Choose a random* tidbit in the cookie vault and do your best to turn it into a proper prompt!

*Completely random, no peeking… ;)

WOW anonie you really got me~

I have decided to change the cookie vault to the 🍪COOKIE JAR🍪, where I will definitely, maybe, hopefully take all of my million of unfinished works (some good, some very much not. I'm sorry in advance my lovelies uwu), and turn them into bite sized fics, au prompts, and little nibbles for you all <3

I've been struggling to write a completed fic for almost a year now due to graduate school, and I think that making the Cookie Jar could be a great way to get me writing again for fun and post things that I would only keep to myself otherwise.

These are imperfect, and not as well executed as when I write a proper fic, or make a long AU prompt that I am fully invested in. However, I want to be open and free with my work, rather than nervous about only posting what is polished and fully developed. Not everything will be to one's taste, and that's okay 😌 I've been slowly evolving in my kinks, and writing about them is a way for me to experiment and figure out how I feel about new things. I love you all a lot, and I would rather share these ideas, than have them sit and collect dust. This will be a fun way for me to share all of my rambles in a safe space, enjoy writing for pure fun with no pressure, and hopefully make your day a little bit brighter.

As they say: for every finished, successful artwork, there are a thousand unfinished, rejected, and unpopular ideas. I want to start sharing mine with you.

So- to kick this off... LET'S CRACK OPEN THE COOKIE JAR. I shall take a prompt (coined cookie crumbs) and turn it into a lil treat for you.

Weighting for Love

Tags: ABO, wolf hybrids, Namkook, w/g, concepts of vore/ cannibalism, wolf hybrids eat prey hybrids, they're vicious lil babies, slight blood kink, predator/ prey, wild packs + forest setting, softness- physical and metaphorical, saccharine, breeding, is it a sugar cookie fic without Jungkook getting fat? no.

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Prompt: Deep in the forest, once Omegas accept courtship with their future mate, they’re plumped up by their Alphas. It’s a declaration of being a good provider, and it is essential if the pair want the pack's blessing in order to exchange mating bites. If an Omega is soft and fat, then the pack accepts that they’re well-taken care of, because it shows that they aren’t going hungry. It shows that they’re loved. If an Alpha isn’t able to fatten up their future mate during courting, then they don’t have the hunting skills required to support even more hungry mouths to feed with a future of pups.

Everyone blessed Namjoon and Jungkook’s courtship right away, mainly because Namjoon has been one of the highest-respected young Alphas for years. He's strong and powerful, but with a quieter, gentle side that reveals itself in their courting. Jungkook would have never guessed that the huge, meaty Alpha would blush and bring the Omega wild flowers in secret.

Namjoon was quiet and deadly on pack hunts. It was what he was best praised for. His hunting skills were unrivaled, and it became apparent incredibly quickly that the fiery Omega Jungkook was his chosen. Jungkook appreciated that in his pack, Omegas weren't expected to be submissive like he witnessed in the neighboring clans. Even if the pretty Omega was built delicately, that didn't mean he would roll over and let an Alpha go unchallenged. And Namjoon apparently liked that fire. A lot.

Jungkook watched jealously year after year as his older friends were courted, softened out, and then mated.

Everything in Jungkook's life changed when the next spring mating season arrived. Namjoon brought Jungkook a plethora of hunting gifts, and the lean Omega quickly chubbed up underneath his care and courtship. In the packs on the east side of the mountains, no Alphas bear mating marks. It is incredibly uncommon, but Jungkook’s bite is branded in Namjoon's skin in the exact same way that the Omega wears Namjoon’s mating mark with pride.

Now after the mating ceremony, the entire pack is delighted that there are pups on the way, because Jungkook is round and well-fed, fat with his Alpha’s love and sporting purple kisses each morning from Namjoon's affections. Jungkook's own paintings on his Alpha are better hidden, usually spattered across Namjoon's hips and stomach, and occasionally up his jaw, where Jungkook likes to claim him.

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Omegas wait with baited breath at choosing ceremonies for Alphas to deposit a gift at their feet. If an Alpha is especially interested, they will press a kiss to the insides of their wrists where tiny scent glands are. Jungkook has received 2 gifts and no wrist kisses, but he passes the time by weaving a circlet of grass and flowers as he watches the joined packs mill around. Not everyone reveals their intentions during the formal choosing ceremony, it's really more of an official start to the mating season, and the beginning of all of the springtime festivities that will last until autumn harvest.

However, over the coming weeks, Omegas that are old enough to mate stare with envy as other Omegas begin getting chubby. As pairs couple off in preparation for mating season, Omegas are doted on and fed to gain the pack's blessing.

Jungkook has happily picked fruits and flowers with the mated Omegas for years, and dreamt of the day when his small waist would round out and grow soft with the love of a sweet Alpha. He watched with quiet adoration as Seokjin first grew with kisses from an Alpha, then Taehyung as he was courted and put on weight until he was mated, and most recently, Jimin. Jimin and Jungkook snuggled for years on end in their mother's nests, so Jungkook was able to tell when his best friend began softening and getting squishy. He was so much better for cuddling without boney limbs. Jungkook latched onto Jimin’s softness and whimpered with terribly concealed jealousy as Jimin’s tummy and thighs filled in. Each day, he came home from being courted by Alpha Min Yoongi, and his stomach was pushed out, full with whatever courting treats Yoongi had fed him in the golden sunshine.

Jimin was sweet and kind about it, as Jimin always was. He hugged Jungkook back and let the younger Omega jealously squeeze his growing form and whine about how he wanted to be chubbed by an Alpha so badly. Jimin let him grope his tummy with envy and squeeze all of the weight that seemed to pudge up more every week as the spring turned into summer. Jimin’s mating ceremony was a whole year before Jungkook’s was. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit discouraged as the following spring came around, and his other Omega friends had promising suitors. Nobody seemed to take a true liking to the quiet Omega with big eyes that was more inclined to sit in the cooling spring, weave baskets, and giggle as the koi fish nibbled at his toes than gossip with the other Omegas.

That was, until one day a shadow fell across him while he was working in the water. Jungkook blinked up from where he was sitting, and Alpha Kim Namjoon was shuffling back and forth like he was uncomfortable in his own skin. Namjoon was one of the packs most promising young Alphas. Strong, and one of the best hunters. Namjoon’s Omega grandmother had raised him, since his parents had passed when he was young. Jungkook liked Namjoon's grandmother. She said nothing but praises about her grandson, and Jungkook trusted the old woman. She was the one that had taught Jungkook how to weave baskets instead of just crowns of flowers.

What was Kim Namjoon doing here? The Alpha had never even spoken to him. Aside from rumors that Namjoon was being trained as one of the next pack leaders, and showing his strength and calculated skills in hunts that brought in bounties for the pack, Jungkook only really knew anything about him by association, because he was apparently close friends with Jimin’s mate, Yoongi. That didn't mean that he had ever spoken to him before.

“Namjoon-ssi?” Jungkook shielded his eyes from the sun that shone around Namjoon’s head like a halo. The Alpha was flushed high in his cheekbones, a color that was very attractive with his caramel tanned skin.

Jungkook blinked. Namjoon had asked him how to… weave? Jungkook was confused. The Alpha's grandmother knew how to weave amazingly. He could just learn from her. But Namjoon sat with him in the spring and watched with careful eyes as Jungkook showed him the knots and patterns over and over, even as the Alpha struggled because of his long fingers and big palms. Jungkook was just as shocked when Namjoon came back the next day, asking to watch and learn again. His own products were.. Well, endearingly horrible. Somehow along the way, they became friendly on a first-name basis. When Namjoon leaned in to watch Jungkook’s nimble fingers underneath the water, the Alpha’s deep, cozy scent settled on his skin and made his Omega all but purr. Jungkook had to keep his wolf in check and make sure that he did not let his eyelids flutter, or his ears flick, or his tail wag.

One day though, Namjoon leaned so close that Jungkook’s wolf took over and mistook the gesture. Namjoon’s warm, delicious scent wrapped around him and his soft, soothing voice soaked into his bones. Jungkook’s head lolled to the side as he exposed his bare, smooth neck and his scent gland to the Alpha in invitation and submission. His cheeks heated up bright red the second that he realized what had happened, but Namjoon was… uncharacteristically sweet about it. Alphas weren't supposed to be sweet about this kind of thing, but he gently realigned Jungkook’s head, gave him a bashful smile, and reassured him that it was okay.

And then Jungkook was all kinds of confused. His friends Jimin and Taehyung teased him for how much time the popular Alpha was spending with him, but. If Namjoon had wanted him, shouldn’t he have just leaned in and pressed his nose against the sensitive patch of skin on his neck that pumped out his scent? Shouldn’t he have breathed deeply and spread his own scent back on Jungkook in return? It was customary to scent when an Omega was attracted enough to bare their neck. And now Jungkook understood why, rejection was way worse. It was mortifying, even if his invitation hadn’t been intentional. It was still embarrassing.

The next day, he was quiet and a bit irritated when Namjoon showed up, uninvited and maybe.. Unwelcome? Jungkook was trying to be alone to brood in peace. He had abandoned his usual spot in the pack’s nearby stream in hopes that Namjoon wouldn’t find him. Jungkook had hidden himself away some twenty minutes in a meadow and was weaving flowers together, muttering to himself in confusion and a bit of self-loathing that he has subconsciously grown attached to Kim Namjoon’s scent, his quiet voice and gentle hands... just to be rejected.

He could almost smell the Alpha now if he concentrated hard enough. A shadow fell over his work and he snarled in irritation that he just wanted to be left alone. When he looked up with sharp eyes and saw… Namjoon, his nimble hands froze.

The Alpha was shifting, just like he had been the first day that Jungkook had spoken to him weeks ago. Like he was feeling too big for his body and unsure what to do with his powerful limbs. Jungkook didn’t know what to say, and was about to bite something snide when a full, ripe strawberry was pulled from behind Namjoon’s back, and the large Alpha held it gently with two large fingers by the green stem. Namjoon's cheeks were the same color as the fruit as Jungkook looked up again in confusion.

“F-for you… Omega,” The Alpha mumbled the last word and Jungkook’s spine tingled at hearing him be addressed… like that. By this Alpha. By an Alpha that he liked. Heat bloomed in his cheeks, and Jungkook smartly replied.

“W-what?”

Namjoon grimaced in pain that Jungkook didn’t somehow just get it, whatever this was. Namjoon made a soft whining sound out his throat and swallowed hard. “This strawberry is from me. To you. As a g-gift. Would you please accept it?”

Jungkook’s tummy fluttered as this gorgeous Alpha- maybe the pack’s best Alpha, was shyly in front of him and offering him a courting strawberry. Jungkook couldn’t help it. His cheeks bunched up into a smile and he beamed at Namjoon, all of the flowers in his lap forgotten. His scent accidentally sweetened with excitement. Jungkook was very intentional about his words.

“Thank you… Alpha.” He leaned in and kept his eyes on Namjoon, peeking up out of his lashes. Jungkook parted his lips and bit the strawberry, accepting it, and his lips brushed against Namjoon’s finger tips. The Alpha wasn’t able to cut off the low whine that bubbled up out of him, or the way that his tail swayed back and forth behind him. His wolf was happy.

Namjoon scurried away afterwards, but Jungkook caught a glimpse of the dark red splotches on his cheeks before the wolf fled away from him. Jungkook’s mouth was still full of the ripe summer fruit, and he giggled as the pack’s most esteemed Alpha scampered away from him: Tiny and unthreatening.

Jungkook couldn't really believe it. He was a little bit suprised, yet entirely delighted when Namjoon showed up the next day again with a basket full of strawberries and a white daisy. It only solidified Jungkook’s thoughts and quenched his worries. Kim Namjoon wanted to court him. During Mating Season. Which meant that he wanted to mate him. Jungkook couldn’t keep from grinning and squealing into his pillow like a pup when he fell into bed that night, his tummy full of sweet, ripe strawberries and his lips flushed pink from the way that the Alpha’s fingers had gently swiped over his lips while they sprawled in the meadow during the sunset.

He had all but knocked down Jimin’s den after dinner time and promptly tugged up his own shirt to show the chubby Omega the way that his tummy was adorably pushed out, full of sweet fruit that had been hand fed to him by the Alpha. Jimin’s eyebrows had shot up when Jungkook giggled with glee, settled his paws on his own tummy and beamed in explanation, “Kim Namjoon.” He could just imagine getting more and more strawberries until he was as round as one himself.

The next day, Jungkook wove Namjoon a laurel wreath with flowers that he thought would suit the Alpha's skintone and fur coloring the best. When Namjoon showed up as Jungkook was patiently waiting for him by the forestline, he bashfully smiled up at him, then pushed himself up on his tip toes and settled the crown of flowers on Namjoon’s silvery hair around his large, pointed wolf ears. He made sure that his fingers combed through the locks and brushed over the base of Namjoon’s ears, just to ever so gently drag his claws down the back of Namjoon’s skull and neck. The Alpha rumbled in an accidental show of the deep pleasure that the touches gave him. Jungkook blushed, but he kept his gaze boldly locked to make sure that he wasn’t incorrect. That Namjoon really did want to court- and maybe mate him.

The Alpha spread the widest grin, and his long fingers came around Jungkook’s wrist. He asked, breath husky and sweet, “Jungkookie. Can I please scent you?”

It was unlike Alphas to ask to scent an Omega, but the respect that it implied made Jungkook's lips fall open in a shocked little pout. He was tempted to retort if you have to ask… but he could see how kind and respectful that Namjoon was being.

Jungkook softened his features, tilted up his face and smiled.

“Yes, you have my permission, Alpha. Thank you for asking.”

Namjoon lifted Jungkook’s wrist and first nuzzled his nose into it, breathing deeply. Jungkook watched his silvery ears fall in bliss, took in how his eyelids fluttered, and admired the way his tail swayed back and forth. The Alpha made a low, soft rumble of pleasure, and Jungkook almost yipped with how badly he wanted to be kissed. Namjoon’s full lips pressed against the inside of Jungkook’s wrist. It made the Omega’s knees shake.

“You smell- so good. Like honeysuckle-” Namjoon exhaled against his skin. His tongue dipped out at pressed against the small scent gland. The lick shot tingles up Jungkook’s arm. He did everthing in his power to not whimper even as his own dark ears grew heavy with relaxed pleasure. His Omega started purring.

Namjoon smiled against his skin and his nose twitched and he mumbled “more… want more-” He nosed up Jungkook’s bare arm, up to the cut off sleeves of his summer tunic, and nuzzled his face right into the side of Jungkook’s neck. This time, Jungkook couldn't keep his Omega back, and he accidentally made a soft yipping sound of want. Jungkook's head lolled to the side in euphoria at being scented by this Alpha, and his knees stopped working entirely. Strong, large hands came to his waist as Jungkook collapsed against Namjoon’s thick chest. He'd intended to stand upright, not accidentally grip the Alpha’s thick biceps and cling on for dear life as his trembling thighs threatened to slick up.

Namjoon’s chest rumble deepened from Jungkook being plastered against him, and the Alpha slowly slid his tongue across Jungkook’s scent gland for a taste. The most embarrassing sound fell out of Jungkook, and his bones turned to liquid. He fully melted into Namjoon, limp against him as pleasure pumped through his veins and clouded his mind.

The Alpha wrapped both thick arms around Jungkook and he thumbed at Jungkook’s small waist. Namjoon purred into his neck as he rubbed his bare skin with his fingertips, “You're so small. So skinny. Alpha will have to change that. We need to feed you up, sweetheart.” Namjoon gently squeezed Jungkook’s waist, and Jungkook made a second, incredibly embarrassing mewl as his scent all but pumped out waves of pleasure, his belly heated, and his thighs trembled.

Namjoon grinned against his flushed skin and gave him a little nip, an affectionate gesture. “In case my intentions weren’t perfectly clear, Jungkookie-” He licked over his scent gland again, and Jungkook feebly clawed at the massive Alpha’s back, wanting to crawl into his skin. “I want to mate you.”

Jungkook panted, feeling dazed and drinking in Namjoon’s scent. The Alpha let him regain his senses by petting up and down his back soothingly as Jungkook whimpered from the touches. Eventually, his mind slowly pieced itself back together.

Namjoon had this much of an affect on him and his Omega… just from scenting? Jungkook swallowed hard. He would be melted honey in his hands if- when Namjoon kissed him. Jungkook could finally stand, and he pulled back to look Namjoon in the eyes. The silvery Alpha was so pretty with the flower crown on. Jungkook claimed him with utter confidence and a smile tugging at his lips. “If you couldn’t tell… I want to mate you too.” Namjoon’s face shone with the brightest beaming dimples, and he kissed each of Jungkook’s cheeks. It wasn't quite what he was expecting. His lips tingled with want. But he’d accept cheek kisses... For now.

The following evening, Namjoon returned from the pack hunt, clothed only in loose trousers as all of the Alphas did during the hunt. Namjoon had caught three deer, which was the biggest haul of any hunter that went on the trip. They were slung over his shoulders in triumph and he deposited them all at the pack’s central hearth. Jungkook giggled and watched as Namjoon received many kisses on his cheeks from the elderly, wholesome Omega grandmothers that fawned over all of the hunters.

After Namjoon let himself be the subject of all of the grandmothers telling him what a good pack member he was, he broke away with a smaller rabbit hybrid slung over his shoulder that had been hidden beneath the deer he carried. Some wolfs' eyes followed him amidst all of the celebration of the hunters' return, Jungkook included.

Namjoon made his way through the crowd and found Jungkook standing with some other mated Omegas. Namjoon smiled at him, flushed and glistening from the hunt. It wasn't doing anything helpful for Jungkook’s health to see him like this. Not that he hadn’t seen Namjoon post-hunt before but… Jungkook hadn’t really been looking. Not in a way that he allowed his mind to think ‘that will be mine to enjoy…’.

There was a lot of Namjoon to enjoy. His golden chest was thick with muscle and his abdomen lean, tapering into narrow hips and powerful thighs. Jungkook whined as the Alpha stood in front of him in all of his glory, but it was loud enough in the celebrating camp that he hoped Namjoon didn’t catch the sound. Jungkook swallowed hard, not sure where to look.

Namjoon dropped down to his knees and placed the bunny at Jungkook’s feet, a clear, blatant, declaration of courting. The surrounding people turned and stared. Namjoon’s warm hands settled on Jungkook’s waist and he looked up at him with sparkling eyes. “Will my Omega accept my gift from the hunt?”

His thumbs gently rubbed back and forth over Jungkook’s hipbones, making his skin tingle. So many people were watching. Jungkook nodded shyly and blushed at all of the attention, but he wanted to make his acceptance clear. He leaned down to press a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek, and spoke clearly. “I would be honored, Alpha.”

Namjoon beamed up at him and squeezed his waist in excitement.

That night after all of the hunters bathed in the stream, Jungkook sat by the fire as everyone ate deer, but he got to have bunny- a delicacy. He was leaning against Namjoon’s legs as the Alpha was required to sit on a large stump until the pack had eaten his own kills. Jungkook was thankful that his Alpha was considerate of the size of prey he had brought him for courting. Jungkook was in no condition to eat an entire deer, and he was thankful that Namjoon had considered his smaller size when hunting for him. Once the three deer that Namjoon had brought were consumed by the pack, and another Alpha was brought to the stump for the few squirrels that he had hunted, Namjoon sunk down to Jungkook’s side. He wrapped his arms around him, pushed his nose into his temple, and rested a paw on Jungkook’s tummy. Jungkook was feeling incredibly full as he tried to finish up the small prey, fitting the very last of it into his belly and panting from the effort. His tummy bulged in Namjoon’s grip, and the Alpha purred and rubbed it. “Your appetite will grow as I feed you up, sweetheart. It will get easier, I promise. Until then, I will keep finding small prey for you- although my instincts tell me to hunt the biggest prey I can find.”

Jungkook nodded, flushed and thankful, and he snuggled into Namjoon’s side. His mouth was stained red, as all of the other wolves’ were, but he turned and crawled into Namjoon’s lap, and pressed a soft kiss right onto the Alpha’s lips. Namjoon instantly smiled against his mouth, and Jungkook had to wait a few minutes for the adorable Alpha to stop grinning before he cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, much more thoroughly. That night, as the fire was tended and the stars slowly crawled across the sky, Namjoon’s paws found their way to Jungkook’s overfilled belly. He gently rubbed deep circles, rumbling happily at how his future mate was currently fat with his hunt, and Jungkook purred at the feeling of being full from his Alpha’s care for him.

Throughout the next few days, as Jungkook's predator tummy slowly digested the prey, it felt like he was constantly receiving a warm hug from Namjoon. On the third morning when he woke up, Jungkook rolled over and mewled as he felt his middle squish underneath him. He sat up and yanked up his tunic to look. He had some softness in his tummy. He poked his belly to make sure that he wasn’t imagining it, and watched the flesh sink underneath his greedy fingers. He grinned down at the soft fat filling in his belly from his Alpha’s gift.

Jungkook scampered to Jimin’s den and showed him the warm layer of pudge that was resting inside of his waist and hips from eating an entire bunny himself. He earned many kisses across his cheeks and ruffles of his ears from both Jimin and his mother. Jungkook couldn't keep himself from preening as the first few pounds of love were settled in his waist, promising to grow.

The gifts of prey became more frequent, and Jungkook started to feel like Jimin had last summer when he was courted. Every night, he was going to bed with something warm, delicious, and fattening sitting inside of his stomach, with his lips swollen from kisses.

Jungkook went hunting a few times with Namjoon to learn how the Alpha did it so well. When Jungkook successfully caught a chipmunk hybrid as his first prey, he instantly deposited it with pride at Namjoon’s feet and told him that his tummy needed the courting gifts too. Namjoon had barked a laugh because it was unheard of for an Omega to hunt and gift prey to an Alpha, but Namjoon gratefully accepted the gift with a deep kiss to Jungkook’s lips and heavy scenting that still made his knees weak.

Jungkook snuggled up against Namjoon for naps in the summer sunshine, and the Alpha’s warm palms pet over his sides as he purred and felt how Jungkook was filling out. He whispered praises that had Jungkook’s belly fizzling and him slicking up embarrassingly. “My baby is getting plump… Alpha is feeding you well.” Namjoon patted Jungkook’s soft belly as it pushed out supple and fat without anything even in it. That night, Namjoon had caught a deer and fed Jungkook as much of it that would fit into his belly before giving the rest of the prey to the pack. Everyone looked fondly as Jungkook sat in Namjoon’s lap. His belly was so full that it was stretching his tunic, and the Alpha’s paws were lovingly rubbing and massaging the stuffing to help his tummy digest it. Jungkook felt so fucking pretty as he chubbed up on his Alpha’s courting gifts. His chin was soft, his belly warm and full, and his waist was round.

Jungkook's soft body fit so well in Namjoon’s adoring hands, and squeaked and giggled as the Alpha gripped his thighs and asscheeks in the dark of the forest while kissing his neck and whining for Jungkook’s kisses and pets in return.

Jungkook fattened much faster than the rest of the Omegas partaking in mating season, and their mating was the first to be blessed by the pack, to both Jungkook and Namjoon’s delight. Jungkook’s once small waist was bulging, and his belly jiggled when he trotted. All of the mated Omegas fawned over him, kissing his chubby cheeks, petting his ears, and cooing to him at how well Alpha Namjoon was taking care of him. That it was obvious by how well Jungkook was fattening up that his Alpha clearly adored him. Jungkook blushed under so much praise, and giggled as small pups wanted to squeeze the thick roll of his lower belly and pouted that someday they hoped to be mated too.

Back in the safety of his den, he adoringly pet over all of his weight too, in love with how soft he was because of Namjoon constantly feeding him. He snuck into the Alpha’s cave a few times, always to Namjoon’s delight and grabby hands as he squeezed the Omega in his thick arms and snuggled with him like a bear. Namjoon’s paws snuck beneath Jungkook’s tunic and wobbled his belly, purring deeply into his ear as Jungkook jiggled in his hands, a sign of love and being cared for. On more than one occasion Namjoon's palm had to be pressed against his mouth to keep him quiet as Namjoon kissed and adored his body, prepping him for the mating ceremony with his tongue and fingers. Jungkook arched into his touches, mewling into his large hand and trying to keep quiet to not wake the rest of the pack.

As the Harvest Moon approached, and along with it the moon goddess's blessing of all of the mated pairs, Namjoon hunted and fed Jungkook every night, intent on keeping him full and satisfied. Jungkook fell asleep with a rounded, firm belly full of prey every evening, and woke up snuggled in Namjoon’s arms, soft and bloated. He was kissed awake with his belly bulging at the bottom and stretched with new chub from being fed so well. The Alpha greedily squeezed the plump roll, feeling the ample padding that Jungkook was growing as he fattened up his future mate. Jungkook’s belly finally rested heavily in his lap, his chin doubled, and his chest and limbs soft and squishy. He sat cute and fat at all of the summertime fires, letting Namjoon feed him treats and fill him in with more squishy weight. The pack members cooed in delight and squeezed Jungkook's full cheeks at how well he was being courted.

When their mating came on the night of the Harvest Moon, Jungkook shyly asked to bite Namjoon too. The Alpha agreed instantly.

They shared a fat squirrel hybrid as a treat after getting knotted, much to Jungkook's delight- Namjoon had discovered that Jungkook had a taste for sweet, plump prey rather than large, lean, powerful prey, and he was keen to oblige him. With both of their bellies full, Jungkook’s soft and sweet in Namjoon's hands as the prey promised to fatten him even more, Namjoon sunk his teeth into Jungkook's shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. With his neck and shoulder bloody and throbbing, Jungkook returned the bite, branding the Alpha with his own signature too.

They licked over the blood until they both healed, and Namjoon kissed every inch of Jungkook, adoring his weight and growling over and over with possession as he sucked dark bruises onto him. Jungkook giggled and moaned at being so adored, squishing underneath Namjoon’s paws and jiggling underneath the smallest touches. He drooled at being so fat to wobble as Namjoon mated him again throughout the night, and the Alpha salivated at it too. Namjoon groped his belly as Jungkook was knotted and bred enough times for his belly to bloat, and he purred in pleasure as he enjoyed the fat jiggles of his mate.

#cookie jar #cookie crumbs #Namkook!ABO #I really hope you like this 🥺💖#bts w/g fic

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yumeko2sevilla · 3 months

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Amaterasu_ unknown marionette

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

"I am not a human after all, what do you mean."

_The Unknwon Marionette

Full Name: 'Amaterasu'

⤿Amaterasu (天照大御神): Formally known as Amaterasu Ōmikami. She is the goddess of the sun and universe in Japanese mythology.

Japanese: 天照大御神

Other Names:

╰┈➤Amaterasu-san_ Prefect-san

╰┈➤Monsieur Marionette (Rook Hunt)

╰┈➤Crystal Jellyfish-chan_ Kurisutarukurage-chan (Floyd Leech)

╰┈➤Mindless Puppet (Airin Tojinomi)

╰┈➤Darling (Divianta)

╰┈➤Ama (Tsukuyomi)

Title(s):

╰┈➤Prefect of Night Raven College

Twisted From: Jackpot Sad Girl+ Bitter Choco Decoration_ syudou_ Vocaloid- Project Sekai

Voice Actor(s):

╰┈➤Japanese_ Yūko Kaida_ Tsubomi Kido_ Kagerou Project- Mekakushi Actors

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Age: 20 (Appearance Wise_ Forever)

Gender: Unknown (They/Them)

Species: Conscious Marionette

Birthday: August 13_ Leo

Height: 183 cm_ Marionette Form, 192 cm_ Human Form.

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Hair Color: Quinacridone Magenta_ Crimson Red

Eye Color: Crimson Red

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Homeland:__

『Family:

╰┈➤Divianta ("Mother"; Phantom of Vengence)

╰┈➤Tsukuyomi (Younger Brother; Human?)

╰┈➤KAFU(Youngest Sibling; Human?)』

Dormitory: Heartslabyul_ Ramshackle (Unofficial)

Occupation(s):

╰┈➤ Prefect of Night Raven College

╰┈➤ Bartender_ Unofficial Diva of Light Music Club

Grade: Freshman

Class: 1-A_ No. 9

Club: Light Music Club

Hobbies: Dealing with works, staring at the aquarium, observing.

Favorite Food(s): Don't know.

Least Favorite Food(s): Tsukuyomi's cookings.

Talent(s): Archery, Acting.

"One of the Prefects of Night Raven College. A reliable, yet unnerving and emotionless marionette that gains the trust of every students. What lies behind those eyes, were left unknown."

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

"I have played well, as a fool. Have I?"

╰┈➤An Obedient Maiden: Amaterasu is,, quite obedient. Polite yet distant, they always call others "Master" in a neutral tone. Rules and orders are in Amaterasu's following list, despite how cruel it may be for themself. And when it comes to tasks that related to people, they are a marionette that would want to know everything.

╰┈➤A Clockwork Heart: Emotionally apethetic and distant, Amaterasu came out as dispassionate, largely lacking in interests especially to humans. Prefer to state the fact than smoothering others with lies, their words are always straightforward and blunt. Whilist it seems to come out insenstive, maybe they mean it in a good way. It's quite ironic, considering how they always lie.

╰┈➤Guilding to An Alive Memory: When ask for their opinions, Amaterasu always says they don't know, yet desperately searching for the answers. In the rare cases where Amaterasu feels emotions, it were memories that were intense. Yet overtime, Amaterasu has became more rebellious, although they're still keep their obedient nature.

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✬Unique Magic: Views of The Spider Threads (蜘蛛の糸の眺め)

"In the demise of the fallen world, I embrace the continous redness. Views of The Spider Thread."

╰┈➤The user is capable of seeing everything. From the past to the future, from the reality to concepts, there are almost nothing that they couldn't see. All you need is tell them, and they will seek it for you. But beware, if you change the future with bad intentions, the consequences will strike back to you.

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╰┈➤ Backstory: •°•[ A Lost Child and The Witch]•°•

╰┈➤ Amaterasu once punched a Savanaclaw senior, due to how he insulted KAFU and Yukiharu. Later, the senior is known as Leona.

╰┈➤ In the Light Music Club, Amaterasu is known as the Diva of the Club. This is mainly due to how they have a good voice, and know many metal songs. (Quite the contrast of their nature.)

╰┈➤ Amaterasu is the Host of Anbelrona Hansel, the Phantom of Controlling.

╰┈➤ Logically, Amaterasu doesn't really belong to any dorms, even Ramshackle. But due to Crowley's wish, they got sorted unofficially to Heartslabyul and Ramshackle. They also have a Heartslabyul's dorm uniform.

╰┈➤ Their marionette form is actually at the same height of an average human.

╰┈➤ Their voice are distorting, and husky with no emotions in it much. It was kind of robotic.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #amaterasu🎎#the unknown marionette

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localguy2 · 1 year

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Random headcanons about how the ninja recover from something traumatic after losing thier shit, because boredom is a bitch:

- Cole and Zane have never lost thier shit once, but there's a first time for everything, and so when eventually something broke the two of them, they barely talked to anyone for an entire week.

Cole resorts to completely locking himself in his room for a week straight, not coming out unless it's for the bathroom or getting food, the only thing he really ever says is like "hey" when he accidentally walks into a room with someone in it.

And Zane just completly stays silent, going about his usual day but without uttering a single letter, and with a completely stoic face, while occasionally getting lost in thought and staring at nothing, he also doesn't sleep, rather just keeps thinking about it (which is a rather creepy sight to behold, who knew catching one of your closest friends in a room while they were staring into nothing in the dead of night is unsettling and creepy, especially when they're a nindroid with glowing blue eyes)

- when losing his shit, Jay doesn't deal with it properly, even in the days following the traumatic experience that caused him to lose it in the first place, he doesn't cope well.

He would have regular panic attacks or breakdowns over it, and the best way to help him calm down is just to sit besides him and comfort him, while giving him a hug, and Jay is REALLY clingy, like you'd have to sit there hugging him for about 30 minutes before he would let go, but they usually don't mind it that much since it's helping Jay, that's actually how I hc Jay losing his mind in Hunted, even with Zane and Cole trying to calm him down, the circumstances were too much for him

(Nya and Cole and Zane all may or may not have volunteered themselves to be "Jay's emotional teddy bears")

- Kai's way of dealing with it is... Interesting, he'd be more quiet and reserved then usual, but he would also talk about it, he knows that getting so worked up over it would do him no good, but it's still hard to cope and get over it.

He has broken down before because of traumatic experiences, but usually it's when he knows it's all alone, he doesn't want people to get that worried over him (even though the others have told him that it's okay to ask for help)

- Nya's way is just to, work.

She'd Literally do anything to distract herself from it, and she's really good at hiding it as well, because her "working" tone is just so damn specific.

even when in a bad mood, the "working" tone stays the same, so the others have a hard time figuring out if Nya is okay or not (except for Zane and PIXAL, but they have refused to spill the beans on the way they know if Nya is doing well or not, because they promised her not to tell the others when they found out the first time, although they have tried multiple times to change her mind about it)

- PIXAL's is probably the worst out of the bunch.

Just pretend nothing is wrong, and overwork yourself almost to death.

The others have told her how much of a bad idea this is, but she can't help it.

Unexpectedly Zane in particular was the most concerned and mad about it, but he really couldn't scold her that much for it since he knew his coping mechanism wasn't that much better (ignoring everyone's attempts to help you)

So when PIXAL eventually had her first breakdown, Zane stayed there next to her for the whole day, hugging her every 5 minutes, and it took her a few days to get back on track (since yknow, it's a first time and she's never really felt this way before), and Zane for those next few days basically ignored everything in favour of helping PIXAL?

He'd be cooking food then Nya tells him PIXAL isn't feeling well and then "huh? What's that? My nindroid GF isn't feeling well?" *drops everything* "fuck it, Cole even though you're horrible at cooking you're finishing the food"

So yeah, overall Zane is the one that mainly supports her, since he knows her so well, but Nya's occasionally there as well

(this part may or may not have been Pixane propaganda)

- Lloyd's way is probably the most normal out of all of them, he actually seeks out help instead of just trying to cope alone, usually with Wu being his "therapist" (who needs an actual therapist when you got a kick ass wise asf uncle), and he occasionally seeks help from the others, although to a limited capacity, usually being stuff like "can I get a hug?" and almost immediately evryeone answers with "YES."

Kai and Nya are the most likely to comfort him if Wu isn't around, with Cole being the "go to" guy for really personal stuff, and with Jay and Zane and PIXAL not really knowing how to properly help Lloyd but somehow always managing to give him an inspirational and short heart to heart speech

#yeaaaaaah baby it's traumatised legos time 😎😎😎#ninjago #headcanon #zane julien #jay walker #cole brookstone #pixal borg #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #kai smith #master wu #random ranting #Me when I #When I make random headcanons about pieces of plastic

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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Exposing myself, but I don't care since we need more Michael Myers fics. Especially the RZ Michael Myers. So can I request a fic for RZ MM with a s/o (can be female or gn) who helps him pick out his victims mainly because this world is better off without people who are dbags. So that's the kind of people they have him target or go after & they're just kinda passive or unaffected by him killing people, their kinda just like anyone from the Addams Family in a way. Personally I think I'm a mix or Wensday or Morticia.

y’all are turning me into a michael myers simp i cannot believe this >:( this is a new era in the book of esha. this idea though >>> super creative i love it thank yoy thank you for this amazing ask

•before he met you michael didn’t put much thought into his victims. they were randomly picked out, usually from his window when they’re leaving for work. he knows teenagers are always easy targets but they could be so troublesome and often came in groups. while adults tended to be a little more aware of their surroundings it didn’t make the hunt any easier. he enjoyed it all of course.

•you didn’t mind the killing. the second week of your relationship you suggested victims for him. handing him a list, you leaned back and watched the chaos.

•the first two were known sex offenders. you weren’t really sure why they were allowed to live in such close proximity to young children but you didn’t dwell on it long. michael made the deed quick , snapping one’s neck and stabbing the other multiple times.

•next there was a girl , maybe 22 years old. she made life for everyone miserable. she never tipped her drivers , screamed at employees , payed her way out of everything. everyone hated her but had no real reason

•the list continued and michael took them all out. he felt somewhat complete after finishing it. the list gave his killing a bit of purpose, something he never had while in the hospital.

•as new people moved in , bad people got picked out and the rest stayed put. for one haddonfeild had a bit of piece. in its own way.

•as time goes on he realizes how passive you really are. you’re not one to ever start a fight or cause any problems for those around you. it’s amazing how okay you are with people dying in brutal ways.

• “i wouldn’t kill anyone myself but some people kind of deserve it ya know? the world is a better place without certain people ruining it”.

•michael just loved this about you. he was still blood thirsty but it helped to ration it out. this was basically therapy for him. plus having someone less aggressive than him was a welcome change.

•he’ll bring home a trinket or something that meant a lot to the victim and gift it to you.

•what you two have is special bond and michael will do anything in his bond to keep it.

#saikosheadcanons #my asks #slasher headcanons #little bit of murder #slasher x reader #slasher x you #halloween movie #halloween(rob zombie)#halloween 2018 #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #i love soft mikey #esha writes

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gooeykit · 17 days

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you should talk more abt sammy i love sammy and also i wanna learn more abt iseah 🐛🐛

okay well umm! first off ⬇

idk wat 2 do with nonspecific questions but whatever.. Sammy's the awesomest thing ever for one. In the first story [which im completely remaking] she's just subject to a lot of unfortunate circumstance which is hard to get into since like said circumstance is going to be drastically changing as i rework it. Essentially tho, she's a bio engineered slave race which is physiologically made to be just not-human enough for legal reasons and to be able to mature quickly and die easily to sell fast and repeatedly. When she escapes, she attaches herself to a group of bounty hunters [which are the main group of this story] and learns more about the universe [story is interplanetary] through them. She specifically becomes close to Reagan, who's the youngest of the group, since theyre of a similar mental age, but she quickly surpasses his due to her accelerated maturation. Still, she ends up very close to him and mutually consider the other as a sibling. Eventually as she gains more awareness of things and sticks to the group with the intent of liberation. In the end of this story, the group ultimately disbands for very many reasons, mainly because it was never a stable group of people in the first place. Reagan, who grew up as a bounty hunter, ends up with a lot of issues and will take it out on Sammy when theyre adults, which on top of also being raised with bounty hunters along with him, screws her up tremendously. She ends up closer to his boyfriend, Iseah, who's unaware that Rea behaves this way towards her. When Rea dies, she and Iseah become housemates.

Iseah is in the story off and on, he debuts pre-transition as a child and is someone who is victim to spiritual haunting, which a bounty is placed on. The main cast take the bounty and save him, he meets Reagan at this point who's also a kid a similar age to him. Iseah after this just grows up urban with some ghost trauma and becomes invested in the world of the supernatural as well as the bounty hunting scene. He's not interested in joining any of it, but is well versed in it and will support certain hunters. A lot of hunters are aware of and social with him, he's a carpenter by trade and specializes in furnishings intended 4 faux planets and space crafts. Some guilds will have his works. He meets Rea again as adults and they hit it off immediately. ATP Rea's like ran away and is struggling to live on his own and Iseah, feeling like he owes Reagan something, lets him move in. It's the healthiest and happiest part of Rea's life but he's made to leave and rejoin his old group of hunters and Iseah's inexplicably left. He's hurt by it, but like he also doesn't know the world of hunters from the inside and assumes its something Reagan couldn't help. This furthers Iseah's disinterest in actually joining any guilds. Eventually he just gets a text from Rea after a long radio silence saying that someone needs an emergency place to crash, which ends up being Sammy. Iseah's initially intimidated my Sammy and wont let her in, but ends up changing his mind quickly. The two take a while to bond since Sammy has a lot of walls to break down, but end up being very close as well. For a while, Iseah is the only person who Sammy will talk to after everything she's been through.

after all that, they end up like this

In the second story, they're both relegated to supporting cast, but i don't really have any development on the main group.. so right now they entire story has mostly focused on them despite that not being my intent. anyways, these 2 are bonded to the hip. They're not in a relationship, but are sexual partners. Iseah will date around and ends up with a consistent partner of his own for a while, and Sammy doesn't mind, but Sammy isn't interested in dating and doesn't bring people home like that. Sammy and Iseah both go through a lot of healing, but most notably, Sammy is well socialized and comfortable with herself now. Iseah's still a carpenter, but doesn't rely on his own income anymore. Sammy's a very successful scientist which elevates her to an unwanted celebrity status. Her field is in supernatural sciences and mechanical applications. They tend to bounce ideas off each other too.

plotwise, they're both still invested in guilds, but apply themselves differently. Sammy uses her influence to further push for liberation of her people, though since faux planets aren't subject to universal law, it's very hard to do so. Sammy and Iseah are seen as philanthropists and while they do have money, its actually not that much as theyre using it to support guilds and programs what will help destroy the cartels, place more appropriate regulations on advanced genetic engineering, and discovering cures and aids for new-age spiritual disability [<- sounds bogus but its kinda hard to define what it is]. Sammy also has a few human subjects who are just like, medical anomalies only she can work with for like.. lore reasons... but essentially the spirit was detached from the body and had to be reattached, which leads to circumstances where the thought of the effected will interfere with the thoughts/actions of others. Sammy is established in the first story to have an impenetrable brainscape though for a few reasons, but because of this, wont be effected by the anomaly. She treats her subjects very well and is very protective of them........ which is a major plot point ^-^

#gooeymail #bjdeogame #OC:Sammy #OC:Iseah

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junotter · 8 months

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ive been on and off working on a little dw oneshot story thing for just my own enjoyment. idk really want to call it but its basically just like an episode storyline im writing? like its within canon, just another story i wanted to add and experiment with.

not sure if ill post a lot of it cause i feel like the average dw has no interest in the silly story im making but yeah...

its basically just cause i wanted to put the doctor and rose into a more horror feeling scenario and ended up also wanting to make something in the vibes line of fatal frame, silent kill, res evil, etc etc

more info on it under the cut if you have any interest

the story mainly revolves around entertainment, fans, and a dash of sexism/commodification of mainly women + some thoughts about vr

essentially the doctor and rose end up within a virtual horror game, not knowing it is a game, where the people they interact with are real human minds who've been uploaded into this game as protagonists for players to play as. its essentially a game where the player "tortures" these game protagonists by putting them in these horror game scenarios, haunted houses, demons hunting them, monsters of all kinds, etc etc where everything that happens to these characters is fully happening to a real human conscious.

the game itself has this massive following with obsessive fans who dont exactly know the truth of the characters theyre playing. the company running it uploaded these minds as a profit incentive, believing that all they needed for their game to succeed is the "human touch", and it pretty much worked.

the doctor and rose initially meet and spend the most time with one woman who is in a more silent hill like scenario and spend most the time running from these monsters and trying to figure out what happened to this world and how to yk solve it (not knowing its all a game). the game also builds bad guys off the data in the real minds of the characters in the game so a bunch of monsters and stuff chasing them around slowly turn into other things theyve encountered by like 10x creepier and awful.

i wont really explore the darker stuff ive been brewing but idk heres some stuff i thought was more fun:

1: when the protagonist they're following runs, its like the stereotypical horror girl half run that would barely be fast enough in real life, but depsite the fact the doctor and rose can be in a full sprint, she still is somehow faster than them

2: when the same protagonist essentially gets played by a player, she just stops where she is and enters a door neither rose or the doctor can see and leaves them stranded in the horror like scenarios she lives in regardless if she's being played or not.

3: literally the moment the doctor and rose enter this "world" all the colors become desaturated and the environment is dark and foggy, they basically just become characters within the game as well

4: all the horror protags really have no memory beyond whatever event set off their games, like one will be like "ah my husband, i miss him a lot, at times i think he's still there besides me" and rose is like "what was his name? your husband" and just the person she's talking to basically short circuits and loops the convo

not sure if there's much interest in stuff like this and im just testing to see if any of yall have interest because i do have some art ive done for it that id be up to sharing!

#junos horror game storyline #i really dont want this showing up in a lot of peoples tags and such yk

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