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himbo-in-limbo · 7 months

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Kure Rain x s/o Rant! (New season spoilers)

[tw gore n bloody stuff mentioned]

In hype of the new season (that I literally just finished binge watching a couple days ago)

It got me thinking of my mans

That crazy bastard that I love sm Kure Raian

(I'm so fuckin mad about what was supposed to be his big fight when the coup happened)

Anyways anytime I read a fic of Raian x reader it's always the same-ish thing of the reader not fully loving the sheer brutality that Raian is

I can't be the only one that gets excited seeing him covered in blood! Like dawg if I saw him all nice n bloody like that with a sexy smile comin at me all nonchalant

Like "Hey baby~ did you like the bloodbath?" I'm jumping on him and making out right then n there..

I wanna be covered in the same blood ya feel me? (That's TMI probably..)

It's probably bc I'm a fan of gore or something but like you gotta understand that killing is not only his job ITS HIS PASSION

And him being an asshole is also part of it, sure you can try n convince him to not FULLY kill someone but honestly I'd say you have a 1% chance of succeeding...

It'd have to be a solid good reason tho

Not just cuz your his partner...

Even so! Odds are the person he's messing with is a stranger to you 😭 (if your not into him killing random ppl then maybe not be in a relationship with him)

He has few morals...which align with his assassin fams code but he's just a morally grey character

That's what's so hot about him honestly

You can't ever really predict who he'll spare and for what reason...

But you get to see his fine ass just deal with grown ass men like nothing is a treat all in it's own

Hell we don't even know how he'd act in a relationship bc he hardly ever shows interest in anyone like that! He likes scarring people to hell tho

So I'd wager if you "end up with him" expect it to be a big ol situationship...

It's best to not put labels on it bc if you pressure him with that he looks like the type to leave...

And even if you are sick of it! Just tell him up front that he can either make it official or you'll leave!

That might make him realize that he has something genuine with you OR y'all just break it off and you can find yourself a better partner

Bc lets face it 😭 he's....not the best

His familys great tho I bet they'd be all over you

Especially if you're cool with reproducing an heir 💀

If not hey their just shocked he was able to find ANYONE that would "date" him

Like really? Him? Okay...

Raian doesn't strike me as the type to care much if you leave him, tho if you did have a profound impact on him

I think he'd stalk you for a bit...you'd never know he's there btw

He'd totally stalk the hell outta your new partner tho...and if their no good he'll kill em with much thought..

He dose care in his own way :D it's just bat shit crazy

I feel like If Raian did have a canonical partner they'd have to be a bit cooky themselves ya know? 😭

N yeah he might not say much but he dose better expressing his feelings through acts of service or just in general sleeping with you

Bc again we haven't seen him interact with anyone like that or show interest at all!

So odds are him sleeping with people is a rare thing! (Demisexual ass...)

But yeah back to him fighting n stuff I feel like he'd be super happy if his partner was also excited about seeing a real blood bath of a fight

Like yeah probably not the best influence on him like that but asdhsjsnskk

Honestly I wouldn't be able to help it

He's like when ppl are in love with the horror icons

You love ppl like ghost face n Jason! There def not gonna stop doing what they do! N their hella crazy!

That's the vibes Raian gives me...

The only thing that's different is, I feel like the more years you spend with him he WILL calm down by like 10% and he may not go off on ppl randomly like when he was younger but he'd still do it on occasion...

#i ran outta fule to finish this sounding more coherent...#but yea i just want a fic where the reader loves raian being raian #just two crazy blood lust lovers #they never outright encourage it but raian knows his partner loves seeing him dominate weaklings...#kure raian #limbo rants #limbo writes #kengan ashura #tw gore #tw blood mentioned

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super-duper-mart · 4 months

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just got my scrubs and im starting phlebotomy school tonight wish me luck:)

update 01/11/24: drew blood for the first time today!!! everyone was watching me n asked me if i had done this before lol

update 01/30/24: i passed my national exam!!!!!

#super duper mart speaks #phlebotomy #phlebotomist #scrubs #tw blood mentioned #tw blood #tw blo0d

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brenbofen · 8 months

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Dottore would have really janky top surgery scars cause he did it himself.

Finding him in his dorm room at the Akademiya passed out from blood-loss on the floor because he just tried to perform surgery on himself.

#📺 brenbofen rambles #spreading my trans dottore agenda #trans dottore #that should become a more widely used tag #il dottore #genshin impact dottore #tw surgery #tw blood mentioned

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noodyl-blasstal · 1 year

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Dr Google

Friends believe I've been thinking about vampires again.

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Symptoms: Pale Cold Sore teeth Nausea No Irregular pulse Bloodlust Thirsty Sunburn

He wasn’t supposed to Google medical stuff anymore, Sloane and his Mums had told him off for it so many times he’d lost count, but Kravitz hated to make a fuss and surely it was easier to just check quickly. “Some guy mugged me apart from he didn’t take my wallet and he accidentally bit me a little bit… lottle bit” seemed like the kind of thing that would waste Dr Highchurch’s time. All he’d be able to do was whack some antiseptic on there and make some horrifying comments about the way he extracted the juices to make whatever poultice he decided was best. Kravitz had obviously disinfected the bite mark once he got home. Sure, he’d been passed out in the alley for a bit, but once he’d woken up he felt fine, he’d made it home in no time! It didn’t really seem ringing the police because nothing was taken and the bite wasn’t even really that bad, only a few teeth seemed to have pierced the skin.

The worst bit was the whole food situation. Kravitz was hungry, was the thing, ravenous, but when he’d tried to eat the leftovers in the fridge he’d puked them straight back up again. Obviously food poisoning was the logical choice, so he’d thrown them away and tried something basic instead. The toast tasted disgusting. He thought the butter might have turned, had a go at the biscuits in the cupboard instead. Also a nope. Everything tasted terrible, nothing stayed down. He knew it was important to stay hydrated when you had a stomach bug, of course, so he drank plenty of water. It wouldn’t stay put either. He tried medicine for settling his stomach, rebalancing his humours (well, salts and electrolytes according to the package), and painkillers. Nothing helped. So now it was five days since he’d eaten anything and he really really really wanted to, but he couldn’t. He didn’t really know what Dr Highchurch could suggest for that - he usually seemed to struggle a bit unless you could give him direction. Hence, the Googling.

Kravitz was being sensible, of course, he knew the good symptom checkers. He wasn’t irresponsible, just needed some reliable health information which didn’t come with a side of arbour ardour. That didn’t seem unreasonable to ask. He input his symptoms and waited for the computer to ease his mind.

Iron deficiency anaemia

B12 deficiency anaemia

Coma

One of those things was not like the others but unless this was some kind of incredibly vivid hallucination, Kravitz was good on the coma front. Anaemia though? He’d had low iron before and knew it could fuck you up. No point in bothering Dr Highchurch by asking for a blood test, he may as well just skip straight to the supplements.

Kravitz was most of the way to the door when the dizziness and fatigue he’d seen on the symptom list kicked in. Sure, he’d been feeling a bit run down, but he was fit! He was healthy! He did his 10,000 steps and change every single day, he swam, he hiked! He should be able to walk a block over to the CVS even if he was a bit under the weather.

By the time he had willed himself onto the couch he was ready to admit defeat. Maybe he could just take a nap and then go? Or, even better, he could Door Dash it then take a nap until it was medicine time. Kravitz tapped around on his phone trying to figure the app out. It took a lot longer than it should have because everything seemed to be fuzzing round the edges - maybe he needed to book an eye test too, he was probably due one. Finally he was fairly convinced he’d put all the right details in and allowed his slow blinking eyes to stay shut.

“Honey, I’m home!” Yelled a strange voice as a man burst through the door of his apartment. Sure, Kravitz had said the door was open and to drop the bag inside in his notes, but this seemed excessive. Kravitz’s brain was full of sand and all he wanted to do was eat something, anything. The delivery man was handsome, handsome enough that Kravitz decided he’d rate him highly regardless of the breaking and entering. He smelled good too, really, really good.

Kravitz tried to struggle up into a sitting position, failed miserably, and hoped he didn’t look too pathetic. “Thank you.” It was at this point he realised he hadn’t spoken out loud since the mugging. Maybe the bite knocked his vocal chords around a bit because he sounded so croaky and raw.

“You okay there, Kemosabe?” The delivery guy focused in on Kravitz and his beautiful brow crinkled. “You look like shit.”

“Low iron.” Croaked Kravitz. Taako’s cologne was amazing, Kravitz could smell him from across the room but it wasn’t cloying and overpowering. There was a hint of sweetness to it, something Kravitz couldn’t place.

“Uh huh. That is a thing that could be happening, sure.”

“Or it could be B12, and a stomach bug.”

“Look, I can’t leave you here without checking you’re okay my guy. If I deliver this, fuck off, and then you beef it it’s Taako who’s gonna end up getting arrested for it and that’s a big ol’ no thanks from me.”

“What Taco?”

“Me, Goofus. Now, let me see.”

“Like the food? I’m okay, thank you. I think just taking some of the iron tablets will help. Maybe the B12 too just in case. That should mean I can keep water down.” His throat’s feeling a bit better at least, less haggard for some practice at speaking. Maybe he needs to start talking to himself out loud, or, probably more sanely, ringing his Mums and Sloane.

“No not like the food, like the me. Tee ay ay kay oh. Now, shut up and let me make sure you’re not gonna die.”

Taako was so close now, Kravitz could reach out and touch him, Kravitz really wanted to reach out and touch him… and maybe grab him, kiss him, bite his… “Ow! Fuck!” Kravitz winced in pain. His lip throbbed, how the fuck did he manage to bite himself without moving his mouth?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, you’ve got a bad case of the vampires, my guy.”

#Sometimes you have a stupid idea and no one can stop you #The adventure zone fic #TAZ Fic #Noodyl Writes #Taako #Kravitz #tw emetophobia #TW blood mentioned #Sponsored by this probably being me actually - maybe if i just try some sudocrem...

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koalasandcats · 4 months

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CC's Birthday Bash day 4

Explanation: I wanted to make Happiest Day from Evan's POV, and for some reason did it in poem. For some reason this was the hardest one to make but I'm happy I got it done

@and-stir-the-stars

TW: Implied Child Murder, Mentioned Blood, Death(?), and Fire mentioned

My cake lay in wait.

From a party finally started too late

The smell of fire filled the air

Not that I would even care

Surrounding me are my friends

Trapped as well, from gruesome ends

Today the stage’s curtains finally shut

Today I won't have that sinking feeling in my gut

One by one our balloons will fly

Traveling up into the sky

On the flipside peace awaits

We only have to leave these metal gates

On the Flipside I’ll be free

Of sorrow and my own wounds bleed

Leave a golden bear turned red

Let my wounds flee my head

In this pain a hope still flickers

Though our souls seem still quite bitter

We will rest up in the sky

We will all begin to fly

(I had alot of fun participating in this event and everyone's support and comments! It made me more comfortable with posting my work so thank you very much!)

#tw implied child death #tw blood mentioned #crying child weekend bash #tw death #tw fire

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answersfromzestual · 2 months

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Facial Hair Information and Shaving Tips and Tricks

Today, I wanted to talk about shaving and give you some tips and tricks I have learned over the years and also about some facial hair facts.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ if you are prone to harm yourself, I advise you to use the bladeless facial hair razors for your safety.⚠️

A good way to help yourself look more masculine at the beginning of transition is shaving your face. Getting rid of the peach fuzz on your face is a good way to make you look more age appropriate.

If you cut your face while shaving, stick pieces of toilet paper on the cuts to stop the bleeding (assuming the injury is smaller). Just rip off a small piece and press it to your cut until it sticks. Within 5 or so minutes, you should have stopped bleeding. Seek medical attention if it does not stop bleeding or the injury is bad.

More blades aren't always better. I used multiple bladed razors many years of my life, and I now have an issue with ingrown hairs.

Using a simple single blade, a safety razor is a good option for less iritation and a close shave. My family doctor actually told me to switch to a single blade. It has reduced the irritation on my face, and it is more comfortable. There is a bit of a learning curve, so I HIGHLY suggest a safety single blade razor or non bladed razor to begin.

Shaving helps hair grow! By exfoliating your facial skin as you shave, it helps stimulate hair follicles and, therefore, hair growth. Also is a way good way to help facial hair grow in nice and healthy.

Shaving your facial hair makes the actual individual hairs thicker and darker, not the amount of hair itself, hair growth takes time.

Some products use the phrase "fuller and thicker or your money back", this is their way of being sneaky. As you shave and take proper care of your face you will just naturally get some growth without that product and that phrase is so vague that they can refuse your refund because the individual hairs on your face are thicker and darker. Don't fall for the traps! Especially when you can't fight your genetics.

Beard oils or some kind of facial hair moisturizer can help your beard grow. Now, these may not themselves trigger hair growth, but having clean, healthy skin can help you get some growth in time (have bedtime routine). The downside these oils can contribute to acne breakouts.

Aftershave can help reduce irritation on your face and cleanses your skin. It does burn when you first apply it to your shaved face, but I find that using a cooling aftershave, the burning went away so quickly and didn't leave my face irritated and red. Without aftershave, my face is irritated longer, and it can leave me looking all red.

Genetics. Genetics play a huge role in body and facial hair, even head hair. You will have similar patterns of hair growth and loss as your father.

Genetics pt. 2: I have my dad's exact body hair growth pattern (little chest hair, little stomach hair, thin arm hair, no back hair, no shoulder hair, even our calve leg hair thickness is similar. But since I do have a mother, there are some differences as well. I believe I still have hair thanks to her. My father, at my current age, was as completely bald. I have hair. It's just getting thinner on top. I feel like baldness is where I am headed, but hey, that is still a difference. I'm also just assuming because of my father's side. Mother's side has very thin hair, but no balding. So my hair destiny is not written in stone yet. It's honestly a toss-up at this point.

Using a spike roller meant for facial hair two to three times a week, along with a skin routine and shaving, I feel helped really excellerate my beard growth. The roller helps exfoliate your skin deeper and makes tiny holes, helping stimulate hair follicles that tell hair to grow and help little trapped ones out. The science isn't sure about this method. My wife swears it worked for me. 💁🏽‍♂️ ***Keep it clean as per the instructions for the device***

The first parts that mostly grew in for me were: my side burns, then my mustache, then my neck beard really filled in and was probably the first to actually fill in.

When I was in mid 20's I tried growing a mustache. Even if the hairs are growing, it can take time to "fill in". I had an old woman tell me I had something on my face then says "oh wait you're trying to grow a moustache". Laugh that off, it comes with having facial hair.

Patience. Having patience with your facial hair. Don't be discouraged because it's spotty or not full. It will get there if your genetics will allow it.

Sometimes, it's good to rotate being clean shaven and having facial hair of some sort. I found when I was growing my beard out, that shaving clean, growing my face out for a few days, repeating, helped my hair grow in faster.

Facial hair can help make breakouts worse! If you do have facial hair and you either have acne related to your HRT or genetics or both, keep your face clean. Wash it well. Your facial hairs also have oils on them (like your head hairs) these can contribute to your breakouts. Another contributing factor to breakouts is the longer your facial hair, the harder it can be to actually fully cleanse your skin.

If you are prone to breakouts, personally, I would stay either clean shaven or have very little/short facial hair style. If it is due to your HRT (hormone replacement therapy)/puberty, just let your skin settle down before growing that bush-man beard.

Using razors that do not have blades is a great option for clumsy people, people with dexterity issues, if you perhaps have blood clotting issues, or if you just don't want to get cut in general. Do your research. Some razors work better than others, some create facial irritation more than traditional razors, and, lastly, some can literally bruse or burn your skin. Read reviews before you purchase, good and bad reviews. You want to know as much information to make the best decision for you.

Using a bladless razor, you most likely won't get the same close clean shave as a bladed razor, but it's a good way to practice for a bladed razor if one day you'd like a closer shave.

Practice makes perfect. It seems easy to shave, but it's kinda tricky when you start out. Be careful around your jawline, chin, and upper lip. Those are the places that tend to get cut the most while learning to shave.

Do not apply a lot of pressure to the facial hair razor, just let it smoothly glide along your face

Using shaving cream is a good idea with or without a blade, especially at first. With shaving cream, you can use it to keep track of what you've shaved and what you missed.

Using shaving cream with bladed facial hair razors is always a good idea, it helps reduce skin irritation and helps the blade glide better along your skin.

If you would like a demonstration of how to shave, I would be open to making a video for you. I have three different types of razors I can show you.

Most multiple blades razors have a coloured strip that changes when you need to throw it away or change the blades. If you have a safety single blade razor, change your blades about once a week. This was a rule passed down from my father. This is for a few reasons: 1. Rusty blade, 2. The blade can be dull which can lead to more cuts 3. Your bathroom is a bacteria hot spot. You want to make sure you don't cut yourself and introduce a virus or bacteria into your body.

Dull razors will cut you more than fresh razors will.

Take care when shaving and changing blades. Always keep your fingers off the blade itself and hold on the sides. Dispose of safely and properly.

Below are some images to reference what I mean.

Upper Images are of a bladess razor. You can see it is more like hair clippers than a razor blade.

Bottom left is of a 4 bladed razor, a typical razor that people/men have been using for decades.

Bottom right is of a typical single bladed safety razor. These razors give a great shave but require you to switch out the blade itself, which can be tricky. I can also show you all how I do that safely.

Do you want an instructional video to cover how to shave and how to change the single blade safely, or did I miss anything? Please let me know in my ask box or in comments.

Thank you, I hope you enjoyed this topic.

Stay Golden Everyone ✌️ 💙 💜

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yohioloid-official · 2 days

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do your teeth ever get sore from sucking blood? Or is that just me?

#vocaloid #yohioloid #tw blood mentioned

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ray-the-fanatic · 1 year

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This Looks Fun Meme: - Pairing, Rasey 2k12 - AU, Vampire - both or either uwu

This looks fun meme

Casey turned into a vampire? was the first thought that crossed well all thier minds when April had called for help from the others, along with other monsters and fuck she wasn't even down playing what was going on right now. Sure they dealt with some weird stuff often but fuck the city was crawling with them! Find April right in time Donnie shoved his bo staff between his new set of fangs. Before April could get bitten. Him and Leo had managed to get a hold of Casey after and pushed him back away from the rest taking everything in them to keep Casey in place. Leo soon was tossed away. Raph looking back a moment to make sure Leo was fine.

Raph turned to look back up to Casey, grounding his feet into the ground for once struggling against them. Arms wrapping around them tightly doing everything in his power to keep Casey back from the others. From the boost in strength alone he knew Casey had truly changed, but it was also those hauntingly blue eyes that caught his attention.

Big mistake Raphael.

"Raphael" the sound of his name sent a shiver down the turtle as he glances up to Casey. Holding him back putting himself right in the line of danger though. Locking in on that hypnotic gaze limbs start to fall lose. As Casey seemed to find a new better target. Tongue licked over their lips.

Oh poor Casey, the turtle thought as he gazed into the low blue light drawing him in. You couldn't see the brown in his eyes anymore. And now they were stuck like this..all alone.

"I don' like bein' alone Raph."

That's right that's why he liked being around the turtles so much and April he wasn't alone with them but now?

"Don' worry Case." Raph said lost to that stare and his hold grew weak around them "I won't let ya go through it alone."

"Raph get away from him!" Leo yelled trying to talk some sense into the red banded turtle just now.

But Raphael was already lost eyes fell half lidded as he focused on Casey instead. He was sure he could hear Mikey and Donnie even next but he didn't care, head tilted to the side neck exposed Casey didn't even need to use force as they leaned down and Raphael could feel sharp fangs dig deep into his skin.Able to feel the warmth of his blood spill out around Casey's fangs as they broke through his skin. Eyes wide a moment from the pain but slowly fell closed after. Tail free from his shell as it gave a little wag there was never much fight given.

#raphael hamato #casey jones #tmnt 2012 #rasey #2012 rasey #vampires #tw blood mentioned #took a small break getting to the last few uwu #may be spaced out but have vampire kisses uwu

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slimesomniac · 2 years

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A Serious Fic For Once✨

(Told a friend I’d actually make a legit bv fanfic instead of another crack fic! Also none of the characters belong to me! Celeste is from @the-choir-of-new-arrivals and Damien is from @statics-revoloutionary-child )

WARNING! It’s non canon and angsty, there is character death, or at least implied character death

Celeste’s hands shook as they held the sword of truth. So righteous. They should feel honored, they should feel blessed, yet all they feel is sorrow. How could they be such a fool.

“You don’t have to do this Celeste! You know what they’re doing is wrong, you told me yourself!”, Damien’s cries, while from the heart, fall on deaf ears.

“NO YOU ARE WRONG HALF BREED SON. THE CHOIR SEEKS CHANGE AND YOU ARE NOW OLD. THIS WORLD HAS NO FURTHER NEED FOR YOU”, they no longer spoke as Celeste, but as The Choir. Voices commanding even as their arms trembled under the sword’s weight.

“Please, don’t let them take away who you are, I know you Celeste.”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING”

“I know you’re my friend! And I know you don’t want this!”

“…”

“Just put the sword down”, he outstretched a paw. “Let’s go have cookies with Psinn”, his expression was casual, as if this were any other day.

Distantly, Celeste hesitated. Mind at odds over what they were doing. Was this right? The Choir was always right. A fact they couldn’t deny, but Damien’s words held truth as well. Damien’s truth, however, would amount to very little in the end.

The Choir was always right. Eventually they all would fall.

And fall Damien did, the sword of truth forever stained by mortal blood. The Choir did not rejoice. Celeste, no, the third speaker stood over the lifeless boy. They did what was right, and yet nothing’s ever felt more wrong.

The Choir did not weep for the old ones, and so Celeste would be the first.

“Goodbye Damien”

(Hope this was good for a serious bv fanfic! Again this fic isn’t canon, and I hope I did these characters justice even if this was kinda angsty)

Edit: Link to Part 2

#bv #blogverse #wondering if i should have a writing tag #I don’t rlly plan on this being a regular thing #tw blood mentioned #??#its very brief #this was a short fic

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4e7her · 7 months

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FNAUFNAMCAICUA YOU EVER WRITE SOMETHING AND MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN SELF GO A LIL FERAL

LIKE HELLO???????

#tw blood mentioned #this is for deuce btw #he is suddenly skyrocketed in my faves rn #october 3rd awaits.#so far we have jamil silver and now deuce #gonna try and get two more down and then work on old requests #pls let me know if you'd like to see more sneak peaks or get an idea of what my twstober prompt list is gonna be

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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can i ask for angsty shima&koneko with taka?

Absolutely! For this one, readers need to know that Yamantaka has black flames, and they're known for causing confusion, and if you get a high enough concentration, memory loss.

Thanks for the prompt!

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Every bearer of Yamantaka had died young.

Renzou’s family tended to act like Takezou was some kind of tragic exception, but he wasn’t. He had, horrifyingly, lived the average lifespan for Yamantaka’s wielder. The familiar had belonged to Yaouzou’s brother Reizou before he tragically died in an exorcism gone horribly wrong and the familiar was passed to Takezou. Before Reizou Yamantaka had belonged to great aunt Yua, and before her, he had filtered through three separate siblings who all died before they turned twenty-five. Before that he had bounced between the children of two different siblings. The familiar was, as far as Renzou could tell, absolutely terrible luck.

So really, it wasn’t that surprising that Renzou was the first Shima to learn the side effects of wielding Yamantaka and his black flames.

He’d known something was wrong since he was a teenager. Since he’d started using the familiar on a weekly basis. It had started with small things, and given the nature of the affliction, it wasn’t like he noticed at that time. When his friends talked about conversations he didn’t remember, he chalked it up to being tired or zoning out. They were boring a lot of the time anyway. His grades dropped, but he hadn’t really wanted to put effort in just to have Yaouzou complain about him wasting his potential.

He could blame bigger chunks missing on concussions, because he sure as hell got a lot of those. Airships were turbulence hell when they were being attacked.

They graduated — he knew that because he had the paper, if not the memories — and that was when he started to worry more. Konekomaru was sitting across from him at the cafe, and for the life of him, Renzou could not remember why he was there, or how either of them had arrived. He had been in bed, and then he was here, and there didn’t seem to be any bridge between those moments.

“Shima?” Konekomaru raised his eyebrow and took a curious sip from his matcha. He could make any motion inquisitive.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Uh,” he quickly schooled his features from years of practice and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t recognize anyone else around him, so he probably wasn’t here with a group. Was this a break or were they on business?

“Yeah,” he continued, “what were you saying?”

Konekomaru set his cup down. “I wasn’t saying anything. You were. You mentioned Inari and just… stopped.” There was obvious concern in his dark eyes. “Are you certain you’re okay?”

“Yeah, you know how it is. Gotta be careful what I say.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and pulled his own cup of coffee closer. He hadn’t put any cream in it, and from the bitter taste in his mouth, he was fairly certain there wasn’t any sugar either. It didn’t look like much was missing. So he couldn’t have zoned out for too long.

“Renzou,” Konekomaru said softly, and it made him sit up straighter like some child caught doing something naughty. “You’re lying.”

“I’m a spy. I always lie.”

“No you don’t. What’s wrong? Do we need to leave?” Concern and not frustration. Konekomaru was always patient where they weren’t.

Renzoe shook his head and smiled. It was probably nothing. Just one of those moments when he’d come off of auto pilot. Nothing to be upset about. There were always moments that were hard to remember.

So what if the moment’s increased, and Renzou didn’t notice them increasing? He couldn’t by the very nature of the problem. Every moment was a bit nebulous. There was something wrong, it was tremendously obvious, but he couldn’t put the pieces together to understand what. His friends were giving him concerned looks, and he was hearing his name repeated more and more; like the speaker was annoyed to death or terribly concerned for him. Shima! Can you focus? Shima, did you hear? Renzou? Earth to Renzou? Ren, are you okay?

He smiled and nodded, and wondered desperately what had happened.

Fight, master.

Yamantaka’s quiet words were the only ones that cut through the confusion and gaps. He nodded and gripped the k’rik he couldn’t remember picking up tightly. Yamantaka poured from the end, surrounding him in a physical fog that mirrored his mental one, and attacked whatever was in front of them. Renzou focused on maintaining the connection, ignoring the blood leaking from his nose and the sharp pain in his mind. He could hold the link and that was all that really mattered. They were in a fight and he couldn’t afford to lose. (What was it they were fighting? Who were they fighting for?)

The taste of blood filled his mouth as he dodged a shadowy fist. He backed up and slipped as his foot collided with something solid.

Konekomaru?!

Yamantak wavered in front of him as Renzou’s stomach dropped in utter horror. Konekomaru was laying in a pool of blood. His glasses were shattered, his uniform ripped, and it was obviously him Renzou had been fighting for, but—but where were they? What had happened?!

Renzou dropped into a crouch and reached for Konekomaru’s wrist with trembling fingers. His breath was frozen in his throat, tangled up in a terrible lump he couldn’t possibly swallow down, and his own heartbeat was thundering in his ears. The taste of blood coated his mouth and the stench of it was unavoidable in his nostrils, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the delicate skin under his fingertips. Yamantaka was roaring, fighting despite his wavering form, and Renzou didn’t care. This was Konekomaru.

Was that a pulse, or was it his imagination? Was it real?

“I know you’re lying, Shima.” Konekomaru took another sip of his tea and peered at Renzou over the rim of his cup. “But it’s okay. You can tell me when you’re ready. I can wait.” His voice was gentle and his words were kind. Unlike Ryuuji, Konekomaru didn’t get upset anymore when Renzou lied. He treated it like a mildly inconvenient habit. Like biting nails or smoking a few too many cigarettes. “We can leave or stay. It’s up to you.”

Renzou sucked in a breath and squeezed the cup between his fingers. It felt slick.

Glancing down, it wasn’t a cup in his hand, it was Konekomaru’s wrist. Renzou’s fingers were bloody. Konekomaru was bloody.

Concentrate! Yamantaka bellowed. The familiar’s form was all but gone. The zombies were lurching closer. There was a flutter under his fingers, and that was all he needed. There was something about bodies, something he couldn’t pull forward, but it was okay. He got his arm under Konekomaru and hefted him up. Where was the back up? (Was there back up? Where the hell were they?)

“Take ‘em out, Taka,” he ordered, narrowing his thoughts on the burn of their connection. He smeared a bit more blood on the staff and watched it soak into the metal unnaturally. Yamantaka’s form darkened as the smoke he was made of condensed.

“Shima!” Ryuuji?

Twisting on his heel, he found himself facing Ryuuji. “Bon?”

“Hey,” Ryuuji stopped in front of him, smiling a little in the not smiling way he had, and raised a hand to grip Renzou’s upper arm. His prayer beads clinked softly, and Renzou wondered at the traces of gray in his hair and the heavy robes he was wearing. When had he gained the white pompoms? There hadn’t been time for the hara-gyô— TIME!

“Koneko,” Shima blurted, lurching forward and dropping his friend from his shoulder—what? It was a bag? Where the hell had Konekomaru gone?”

“Neko?” Ryuuji tilted his head a bit. “Still at the temple. He’ll come out to meet ya after the prayers. We told ya to get here earlier, but you’re late, as always.” It wasn’t said with malice, rather a teasing tone as Ryuuji bent down to lift up one of the three bags he’d been carrying.

There was still blood on his hands. It was dripping off his fingers and onto the stone path under his feet. The red was horribly bright against the brown and gray of the stones. It seeped between them, soaking into the moss and grass.

“What?” Renzou mumbled, horribly confused and seconds away from vomiting. He was so dizzy, and he couldn’t understand.

“Shima?” Ryuuji moved closer and grabbed his elbow. “You okay?”

His mind felt a bit sluggish. “Course,” he mumbled, plastering on a smile, “why wouldn’t it be? Koneko’s in the temple?”

Ryuuji’s eyebrow raised up towards his hair. “Yeah? Like I said. You sure you’re okay? You’re kinda pasty. I mean, pastier than usual.”

“Hey!” Renzou slipped into the role of indignant and silly easily. He always had.

“Just saying.”

“You’re always so mean to me.” He hoisted up the bag, tripped, and sank into a chair.

A chair? Oh. Yeah. Glancing up, he saw the heart monitor still quietly counting out each beat of Konekomaru’s stubborn heart. His best friend was wrapped up in bandages, and struggling with the controls at the side of his bed.

“Sure you won’t let me help?”

Konekomaru’s soft eyes turned on him sharply. “You already asked that twice. Is it happening again?”

He blinked and felt his eye twitch. “Huh?”

Konekomaru’s thickly bandaged fingers pressed against the controls and he lurched upwards as the bed righted itself. The gaze was intent on him, and Konekomaru had always been the hardest to convince, and the one that had the least trouble making him squirm.

“What’s your name?”

His mouth popped open, easily, but his tongue stilled before the answer could fall from his lips.

He knew the answer. It was obvious. He was… he was…

“Renzou Shima,” Konekomaru said softly. “Your name is Renzou Shima. You‘re thirty-six years old, and you're my best friend.”

The words slotted themselves in his memories like missing puzzle pieces, only… only it was the rest of the puzzle that was missing, and Renzou hadn’t even realized he’d been missing it. His eyes shot down to his hands —they were bandaged too—and it didn’t make sense. They didn’t look like his hands. They were broader, a bit rougher too. Thirty-six? He couldn’t be thirty-six.

(It occurred to him that he should, perhaps, feel terrified, but even that seemed like a forgotten memory. How could he be terrified when he had no idea what was gone?)

“Can you repeat it back to me?” Konekomaru’s hand brushed against his knee, that was as far as the still-short aria could reach. “You say it helps to repeat it.”

“I’m Renzou Shima. I’m thirty-six years old, and Konekomaru Miwa is my best friend.”

“You are Renzou Shima. You are twenty-five years old, and you are my best friend.”

“I am Renzou Shima. I am twenty-nine years old, I am a spy working for Mephisto Pheles. I live with my best friend Konekomaru Miwa, and we are members of the Myōō Dharani.”

“You are Renzou Shima. Your father’s name was Yaouzou, and your mother’s name is Ryo. You are forty-four years old, and you are a spy for Mephisto Pheles. You live with Konekomaru Miwa, who is your best friend. You have a pet cat named Chibi.”

The temple doors slid open easily, they always had. It was the benefit of an old ass door. Age sanded it down. The chants were quiet in the air, and it made something in him relax. Some things would always withstand the test of time. Some traditions lasted, and there was something… something right in knowing that generations from now, these same words would still be filling the air here.

He loved change, but somethings shouldn’t change.

Konekomaru was kneeling in front of the altar, and the short, familiar lines of his form were slightly hunched over. The flames were steady in front of him, and Renzou could see his nephew standing a few feet away, ready to relieve Konekomaru at the first chance.

His nephew…

Hmm. The name escaped him, but he’d remember it later. Right now he was here for Konekomaru. Ryuuji had sent him for him. He was supposed to guard him on a mission.

Wasn’t he?

Mentally shrugging, Renzou pulled his jacket a little closer and wondered at why it was so thin when it was so cold here. He needed something thicker than this.

“Renzou?” Konekomaru waved a hand in front of his face. Renzou blinked and smiled at his wrinkled friend. The wisened eyes looked unimpressed. “You promised to keep your eyes on me.”

“I am!”

“Really? Then you weren’t looking at that woman crossing the street?”

“Who's to say?” Renzou certainly couldn’t.

Konekomaru stared for a moment longer. “You’re not still using, are you?”

“Using?” Renzou leaned back in the chair and laughed. Ryuuji shot him a glare as he busied himself sweeping. Why Ryuuji didn’t use his rank as head of the… of the… of the everything to order someone else to do that, Renzou didn’t know.

Konekomaru tilted his head and adjusted his glasses. It wasn’t fair that he still looked so young when Renzou felt so old. At least Ryuuji had gray hairs. Though, to be fair, he’d gotten those before they were even… even… At the Academy.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“I am Renzou Shima…”

“Yeah,” Ryuuji shoved his shoulder on the way to fetch the now empty tea pot. “And Renzou Shima promised to stop relying on Yamantaka.”

I am Renzou Shima, and I am a spy.

“I’m not!”

Master. Renzou blinked and tightened his grip. The blood was seeping between his fingers, but it couldn’t fall to the ground before the k’rik had absorbed it. Yamantaka was billowing in front of him, massive and unwieldy, and for once, Renzou didn’t feel like it would kill him to keep holding on.

“Yeah?”

You are weak.

“Yeah, well, stabbing will do that to you.” He was going to bleed to death or freeze to death, and he couldn’t remember which was the nicer option.

I am the destroyer of death, and you are dying.

“Ironic, ain’t it? Think you could stop talkin’ and finish the job?”

You are the priority. You are my wielder. My master. I am loyal to you.

Renzou blinked slowly and told the room to stop swaying. It didn’t listen. What were they even fighting for? He should be sitting down instead of doing this.

“Then think you could find your master a chair to sit in if this is gonna be a long chat? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something instead of back talking?”

I require more.

“For fucks sake, I only got so many pints of this stuff.” He smeared the back of his hand against the k’rik and watched it get swallowed into the golden metal.

No, master. Not blood.

“Then what?”

The shadows grew as Renzou went stiff.

“You can tell me,” Konekomaru said as he swallowed his tea. “I’ll listen when you’re ready.” He smiled, giving his head a small shake as he passed Renzou the dark chocolate croissants. The bitter kind he didn’t even like, but Renzou adored. “I knew what I signed up for when I chose you as a friend.”

“Aww,” Renzou cheesed, picking up the flaky bread, “I’m your friend?”

Konekomaru’s eyes were serious. “My best friend. Somehow.”

The taste was slightly sweet, a bit bitter, and buttery, but the feeling in his chest was entirely sour.

“Shima?” Konekomaru’s eyes were still staring at him, always serious. Bandages, glasses, wrinkles, anything could come and go, but the worry always remained. The gentle concern and heartbreak.

I require more.

The black flames of Gehenna destroyed souls, leaving confusion and devastation in its wake.

Every bearer of Yamantaka had died young. For Renzou Shima, it wasn’t a physical death, but it still felt like dying.

I’m Ren… I'm Shi…

I'm...

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A/N: So, whenever I write an angsty fic, I mentally add a 'fix-it' that gives the characters a happy ending. Typically I keep those to myself, but I figured I'd start leaving those in the notes :)

For this one, Ryuuji and Konekomaru do a bit of research on memory loss demons and discover that the Hakutaku is known to relieve effects of Armumahel 's kin (Yamantaka's black flames) and that they are guardians of Amahara. Shiemi happily sends one to help Renzou, and they make a note for all the future generations that if Yamantaka asks for more, say no.

Find the story on ao3 here!

#tw blood mentioned #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #renzou shima #shima renzou #konekomaru miwa #miwa konekomaru #yamantaka #aoex #ane #aoe #memory loss

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malumxsubest · 3 months

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🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | accepting !

– dustadeus –

amadeus peered at dusty almost sheepishly while he quietly watched her wiped the remaining blood from his forearm, tending to a small wound that he clumsily caused. her kindness never ceased to amaze him. honestly, he could practically feel a tiny blush daring to claw up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. he always appreciated her company. dare he admit, makes him feel quite warm inside. he felt himself laugh to himself, listening to her scolding him to be careful next time as he observed her wrapping his arm in gauze. " well nurse, am i going to be okay? "

– ravelia –

her brows creased in confusion while she sat in the tub, hunched over with her knees tucked close to herself as raven busied himself cleaning the last remaining blood from her back. the only sounds emanated within the bathroom were the sounds of water being poured over her body and faint breathing. amelia allowed herself to peak over her shoulder, her eyes held a shine of curiosity. " it seems you're not as squeamish to blood as i had imagined you to be... "

↳ @atrickrtreat asked : [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body (take your pick)

#ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍ ᶤ ᵈᵉˡᶤᵛᵉʳ [answered asks & memes]#atrickrtreat #yes hello this took me a while D:#and obv i couldn't choose between them; so why not both #cw; blood mentioned #tw; blood mentioned #tw blood mentioned

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luminarai · 9 months

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hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk

theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:

#period products #menstruation #what the fuck what the fuck!!!#i know i probably shouldn’t be surprised but wtffff #idk what to tag this but #science #menstrual bleeding #heavy bleeding #period problems #reproductive health #alt text #described #physical health #blood mention tw #periods #edit: btw I skimmed the article overview and I’m glad to say it seems very inclusive #so once again: terfs can go fuck themselves in the not pleasant way <3 #it always bears repeating and I will ad naseum

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noodyl-blasstal · 8 months

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Cowboy Ghost Time!

TAZ Sapphic Week day 4: Cowboy ghosts

I got reaaaalllllllly wiggly about this one and there's so much deep lore which is wildly unnecessary considering it's less than 2,000 words, but here we are. Read below or on AO3 When a (dead) woman and a house love another woman very much...

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The house is excited, the curtains have whipped themselves open and the door is flung wide. Raven must be back! Istus should think it unfair that it loved Raven better, afterall, Istus is the one who is tied to it. She understands though. She can’t think of many things she loves as much as Raven.

Istus wafts outside, hand half way raised for her usual wave, lazy and slow, there’s no rush here. She squints at the approaching rider. Raven’s slumped, barely holding the reins, her hat is squint and one saddle bag is hanging open and empty. Istus, even with her eyes as poor as they are, can see that she’s covered in mud and blood and her leg isn’t sitting right in the stirrup. Istus rushes to the boundary.

“What happened?” leaves her mouth at the same time as Raven says, “don’t worry.” She’d be more likely to listen if she couldn’t hear the tightness in the words. Raven knows Istus well, knows she’s prone to fretting, doesn’t want her to be anxious, but how can she do anything but worry to see Raven this way?

“I’ll just get inside.” Raven winces as she eases herself down from Hel’s back. She hits the ground heavier than usual, dips her hat low to try and hide the wince. Istus wishes so dearly that she could pick her up and carry her to the kitchen, scoop her into her arms and ease her pain and let her know she is there, she’ll always be there for her. It doesn’t work like that. Especially not with the sun bleeding into her.

Hel noses Raven gently and she pets his neck. “Thank you for bringing me home, friend.” He nudges her once more before he trots away and fades. Istus turns her attention back to Raven. There’s no easy choice of words. She wants to apologise for everything she isn’t; knows Raven will hate it if she tries to.

“Don’t dawdle, love.” She tries to keep the fear from her voice, hopes the disappointment doesn’t leak through the lightness of her tone. She wants more than anything to take Raven’s hand, hold her, keep her safe… It feels wrong to leave, but in here she can get the water warmed while Raven makes her way up the steps. There’s nothing she can do to help outside. Inside is better, the house will listen. The house will help. They’ll look after Raven together.

The kettle is whistling by the time she arrives in the kitchen, hopefully the handle will let her pour into the large bowl already laid on the counter top. Istus can hear Raven sucking in terse breaths which mean she’s in more pain than even she is used to. It’s not that this doesn’t happen sometimes, Istus knows her work is dangerous, but Raven isn’t getting any younger and the necromancers aren’t getting any gentler. The kettle rattles and Istus sucks in some breaths of her own, or, well, she goes through the motions. Worry won't help now, she needs to be calm for Raven.

"They're dealt with." Raven says as she arrives in the kitchen. Istus wishes it were true. This them, sure, they’re gone, Raven won, but there’s always going to be more.

There’s a selfish part of her, stuffed deep down and hidden beneath the soil of her heart that wishes Raven would just stay, let Istus hold her safe, keep all the badness of the world at bay. A life lived just them and the house, the occasional visitors. A life on the sun porch rocking gently in the moonglow. Raven shouldn't have to shoulder the weight of death. It’s an injustice, it’s an indignity, and it’s their reality. She knows Raven wouldn’t change it even if she could, she’s braver than Istus is. There’s lots she would change, but she shouldn’t so she won’t.

Raven eases herself into a sturdy wooden chair and can't hide the flinch as she rearranges her leg. Istus’ impulse is to reach for her, but her hand stays firm to her side. What can her lack of touch offer? She can feel the energy the house is sending to the wound, Raven is already healing, it'll just take time. Time time time. Istus is sick of the way it trickles when Raven is gone, flashes when she’s there, drags when there’s pain to remedy. It’s a tricksome thief.

"I think the kettle will let me pour." She's right. Steam rushes up the side of the bowl as the water mingles with the garlic and thyme. Istus gingerly pushes it along the countertop. She's lost grip enough times to know better than to try and carry it outright.

"Are you seasoning me? I'm going to taste delicious." Raven's smile is tight but Istus’ laugh is full and wild. She wouldn’t care if Raven tasted of nothing but blood and dirt, if she could, she’d kiss every inch of her and savour it.

“You’re terrible, wonderful, terrible. Now, let me see if I can dip the cloth.” She can, thank the fates, so the ritual begins. She starts with the forehead, always, ‘the top down approach,’ Raven calls it. It’s common sense as far as Istus is concerned, the muck runs down; there’s no point starting in the middle. She cups Raven’s cheek with her hand, not quite touching, but the gesture holding her in place nonetheless.

Raven hisses softly as Istus eases the cloth across her hairline, grit and blood streaks from her tight braids down her face. “I know, love, I’m sorry, but I can’t leave it.” Istus knows what infection can do - there’s a reason she learned her herbs, a reason the house grows so many. The discomfort now is worth it considering what could otherwise come later.

“I know, I know.” Raven grumbles but there’s no heat in it. She’s always grumpy about being taken care of, not used to a body which doesn’t do everything she asks of it and not patient about it either. She still closes her eyes obediently, allows Istus to pass the cloth across them softly. Istus doesn’t know if she feels the whispered kisses on either cheek but she places them there reverently anyway.

The swish and rinse of the cloth mingles with the ticking of the grandfather clock, at some point a fire crackles to life in the kitchen hearth. Raven tells her it smells like stew, one is no doubt simmering in the cauldron hanging there. She pushes some gratitude towards the house.

Istus manages to undo the first button, but the others escape her hands. “Can you manage them?” She tries not to let the sadness bleed through her voice. The first button worked, why couldn’t they all work? Raven is hurt and Istus was here safe. She couldn’t do anything to stop it, and now she can’t even remove a simple shirt to clean away the aftermath.

Raven snorts. “If you want a strip tease you just have to ask.” Istus swats at her arm ineffectually. This woman was impossible, incorrigible, and she loved her with every bone she didn’t have. “Oooh, do that again, it felt great! Like swimming in the ice pond.”

Istus laughs softly. Raven hates swimming, passionately, hates the feel of the weeds on her skin and the fish bumping her legs. Istus passes her hand slowly over the worst of the still swelling bruise anyway, smiles to herself as she sees Raven relax some. She revels in the feeling of her chill against Raven’s warmth, usually she just guilty saps it (the nights are always cold here) but today she’s not a problem, not just an issue for Raven to work around. Today she’s a solution.

They settle back comfortably into the swish of the clock, the pour of the kettle, the tick of the clock, and the crackle of fire.

"It was bad." Raven says eventually, lets the words twist in the air. Istus waits, knows Raven will say more in her own time, knows pushing might spook her to silence. "Would I…" she tails off. Istus whispers a kiss to her shoulder, holds a hand above Raven's, wishes she could run a thumb across her knuckles, and waits. "...would I come back here?"

Oh.

Fates. Istus doesn't want to think about it. Raven's alive, she's meant to be alive, warm and whole and vibrant. She wouldn't suit anything else. Istus doesn’t want to consider the possibility of her being anything else. Not yet, not now… but Raven needs an answer.

"I hope so." She says, honestly. Because she does, she hopes that in a far off future Raven does come back… but not soon, not for long years.

"You haven't peeked?" Raven's voice is even, too calm, too measured. In that moment Istus hates whoever scared Raven this badly. She hates them with the dust and the grit and the gravel of hard worn roads, with storms and flames and violent rains, with every inch of her that isn’t and is all at once. There’s not usually room in her heart for anger or violence, but today there is. Today someone broke the most precious thing she’s ever treasured.

"No." It's a simple answer, too short, but how can she explain that she doesn't dare poke at that particular future. Doesn't think she can bear to know this is only temporary, that this, them, is just an ephemeral whiff of a life she can’t live, a death Raven won’t have.

Raven reaches out for Istus’ hand. They don’t quite meet. “I want to.” A whisper, a prayer.

Istus wants it too. “You’re always welcome here.” Istus hopes she knows that. “You’re always wanted.”

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Later that night, wind faded and stars bright, two chairs creak on the sun porch. Moonlight bathes the place where lovers’ fingers can interlace.

#TAZ Sapphic Week #Istus/Raven #Istus #The Raven Queen #TAZ fic #TAZ Balance #TW blood mentioned #TW mention of violence #TW discussion of death #I loved this one so much #Noodyl Writes

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