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rebouks · 9 months

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Kaito Yoshida skips breakfast almost every day, opting instead for a swim in the Wakaba River to wake him up. It’s cool and quiet as the sun rises; a peaceful alternative to a poorly made cup of coffee.

After an early lunch, Kaito takes some time to dabble in the stock market. A job though he has, it’s mundane and pays little, meant more to keep him occupied than anything else; no, this is how he earns his living. Money makes money after all.

The lunchtime rush at Ai Mizu is predictably hectic, particularly in summer. Famous for its fresh sushi, the tiny restaurant regularly attracts tourists and locals alike, having done so for over fifty years.

He and his co-workers are cordial with one another, but Kaito has no interest in making friends. A precise and introverted woman, the head chef of Ai Mizu apparently appreciates this demeanour; even going so far as to share her personal unagi sauce recipe with him on the sly.

Although it bores him, he often tries to meditate, a favourite spot of his being beside the old canal near Ai Mizu. The local felines, of which there are too many if you ask him, usually have other ideas though, proving themselves to be rather distracting.

He’s convinced some of them are actively trying to kill him, conveniently placing themselves between his legs as he walks, or surreptitiously hopping out of nowhere right before a set of stairs. None have been successful in his demise as of yet, and Kaito has learned he ought to watch his step whilst in town.

Though Kaito’s face was as recognisable as any other resident in Wakaba’s town centre by now, people were still intrigued by the local who spoke Komorebian with ease, despite being foreign-.. judging by his accent rather than his features at least. Never impolite enough to ask questions however, Kaito was left in peace, which suited him more than they’d ever know.

Loneliness was not a foreign concept to Kaito, who had lived with its familiar dull ache throughout most of his life. Try as he might, his attempts at filling that void had never been particularly fruitful; that was, until he found adrenaline. A band aid of sorts, but fulfilling nonetheless.

Kaito escaped to the slopes whenever he could, becoming rather fond of snowboarding especially; not that it was so easy in the beginning, mind you. But, practice makes perfect and over time, Kaito found himself quite at home with the cool wind in his face and the fresh, powdery snow gliding beneath his board.

Rock-climbing however, wasn’t quite so easy to master. Kaito still found himself struggling with various rockfaces now and then. And though he took his late father’s advice with a grain of salt these days, he held steadfast to one piece in particular. Persistence was paramount.

Never one to think of himself as tenacious or prosperous, he was almost proud of how far he’d come; prouder still of the fact that he no longer felt the need to wave his moderate success in the face of those who cared so little for him in the past. He was alone there as he is here. A solitary existence perhaps, but for the first time in his life, Wyatt felt as though he belonged somewhere. He was finally home.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #ahem.. kaito yoshida #⚆_⚆#hiiiiiiiii wyatt.. this is where you've been hiding!#sdkjskdj #this is the 'new' thing i was talking abt procrastinating over lol #cos like.. i knew how i wanted it to look but had no idea how to go abt it #i usually don't edit stuff this much but it was fun!!#i like how it turned out #and i've been itching to show u what our beloved villain had been up to #but he's been a good boi recently #still.. idk if we can take that title away from him after everything 🙈

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samarecharm · 16 days

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i love makoto so much but fanon does her so much better (the good parts of the fandom) because in the game her character is so lack luster. they butchered her confidant it is so borning and not even about her. they made her a cop. A COP. they pushed this "canon waifu" role onto her (before sumire came along and did it Even Worse). and it SUCKS because SHE IS SO MUCH MORE!!! SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER!!!! SHE COULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! the way i feel about canon makoto is the same way i feel about the canon ryuji events post komoshida where he's horribly mistreated and used purely as comic relief: i ignore them <3 my game now <3 never happened <3 my ocs <3

You are so right. I generally apply this to all characters in p5 bc the game does such a shit job of staying consistent with character arcs and personalities. Theres a desperate need to throw in perverse jokes at the expense of female characters and a need to show that the police (as a whole) are reliable people who are not influenced by things like money and power; only the BAD cops do that. Not to mention this obvious fatphobia and homophobia but i feel likes thats a given.

But back to Makoto. Shes a victim of bad writing just like everyone else. Ryuji during the kamoshida arc was fighting with self loathing and genuine anxiety, and aside from the like. One comment on Panthers outfit in the metaverse, hes more than well behaved. All of that is shelved as soon as Kamoshida is gone and replaced with him being weird comic relief (and the focus of alot of sexual jokes that were nonexistent in the beginning of the game). Anns arc about self love and empowerment is completely dropped as soon as the nasty bad guy is put away (so that its good to be weird about her w the Good Guys). Makoto loses her a chunk of her personality to be the mature waifu which is INSANE to me bc shes like. Not okay or normal at all 😭😭😭 she THINKS shes responsible and so does everyone else on her team, but its an act! She doesnt know shit! And she doesnt know that she doesnt know shit bc shes respectful and adults dont care about anything as long as u respect them!

Its very telling that for literally every single thief (and goro), you can see the exact moment the writers gave up on adding anything of worth to their characters outside of the social links. Its like they didnt know what to even do w the characters at their disposal after their main arcs were complete. No mention of friends hanging out without you, no mention of having group hangouts. Everyone is treated as a core, important member of the friend group DURING their arc, but outside of it, they are acquaintances at best. Theres nothing in the game that convinces you that these guys are legitimately friends who care for each other and do Friend Things. And i describe it like that bc there IS a game that treats them all as friends, and its strikers! Strikers/Scramble genuinely feels like the game p5 wanted to be; a road trip w your team where they stay up at night talking to each other and hanging out and doing things together that dont necessarily include you, the player. Its refreshing and lovely but it sucks that u get that kind of attention to detail in a ‘spinoff’ title

#chattin #i hesitate to use spinoff bc its a pretty big game #and theres an amazing plot with wonderful characterization #and their handling of jails and jail owners is LEAGUES better than the bs they tried to make up w palace users #and all the thieves feel like family. and not in the annoying fandom way; like #were family in the same way a family is forged and tended to. i love you. no one is left behind. no one is made to feel inferior another #its really good and honestly if u want more interactions between everyone i really recommend a playthrough #but yeah #p5 sucks #i love it but i love the version of it i made in my head LMAO #maybe p5r did a better job w the dialogue and some questionable scenes #(i wouldnt know. i didnt play it lol)#so maybe thats what people need to be using as a point of reference #but i only plyed p5 so this is what i have; a group of people who show up for meetings and then go about their life #and that kinda sucks. why make this wholly unique experience in which these teens can only relate to each other #make them bonded over their shared experience w this unbelievable world #and then not only make them NOT interact; but have the end be ‘okay by akira.’ and leave it at that #they just. didnt know what to do w anyone #they needed their girls to be waifubait and the boys to be an afterthought #they needed a buffet of older woman for pathetic men to fuck through their self insert #and they needed a story convoluted enough to keep people stuck trying to figure it out themselves #its bad. its so bad. its so fucking bad. but i have to be here. WE have to be here.#bc who else is going to take these characters out of hell and treat them right ??!!!

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Just a little rush, babe, to feel dizzy

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3

'Hatter took away my bed.'

'He did what?'

'He just told me to tell Mori-chan he's welcome, who the fuck is that guy?'

You were fuming. At first, Aguni had found it almost funny, to see you pacing up and down the corridor followed by a soft-speaking Kuina that was undoubtedly trying to calm you down. Your arms were raised and wide open, you were screaming and cussing and hissing, hair messy, all over your face. It suited you, somehow, to be so passionate.

But that was until he had learned the reason why you were angry.

Takeru, I'm going to murder you, Aguni thought to himself. He felt his own skull throbbing, pounding, the pressure of sudden anger threatening to pop his eyes out of his head. He took some long, slow breaths, feeling the sudden emotion slowly subsiding, being relegated to a low, faint, pulsing sensation somewhere in his chest.

'That's me.' Aguni muttered, unclenching his jaw.

You stared at him, coming to a halt so suddenly Kuina almost crashed into you.

'What's you?'

'Mori-chan.'

'Can you explain to me why the hell would Hatter take away my bed for you?'

Kuina looked to her right, then to her left, as if she was searching for a way out. 'I think I can hear Chishiya calling...' It was a lie, of course. But you were not paying attention to your friend any longer, your big, slanted eyes focused only on Aguni. Shooting daggers at him. She used that excuse to run away, leaving the two of you to stand in the corridor, facing each other.

You had your arms crossed firmly over your chest, your expression tight, your skin pale from the tension.

'Hatter and I... We are friends.'

'You're friends? I thought you despised one another.'

'That's just... Look, can we speak somewhere else?'

'No.'

Aguni sighed. You were so difficult at times, and yet he could not keep himself away from you. He very much preferred when your annoyance was not directed at him. He hoped, that, by explaining, he could at least get on your good side.

'He and I were friends back in the real world, we have been since we were kids. We came here together, and... Long story short, he decided to create The Beach to try and give hope to those who had fallen into despair. We pretend not to get along because it is becoming increasingly hard to control Niragi and the others, and it is a way for him to put me and by extension, them, in place. Establish dominance.' He paused, waiting for a group of people to pass out of earshot. 'I didn't ask him to do this. I swear.'

He was avoiding your inquisitive eyes, instead looking down at his shoes but he could almost hear your eyebrows being raised. You took a few seconds to answer, thinking carefully about the information you just received.

'I have never heard you say that many words. Fair enough, I believe you.' You declared, but Aguni knew this was not over. You always had more questions, no matter the topic. 'Why does he want us to sleep together?'

'I don't think that was his intention...'

'He took my bed.'

'Well... we met yesterday and I might have told him...'

'Yes?'

'He asked about you. I might have told him I liked you.'

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'Mori-chan! Long time no see!'

Takeru gave his friend a big bear hug, Aguni corresponding by awkwardly patting his back.

'We never meet anymore. You could at least pretend to be happy to see me.'

Aguni was happy to see him. But you had just passed by his room to nonchalantly ask if he wanted to grab something to eat with you, pouting adorably when he had said he couldn't, an actual spark of disappointment in your eyes, blowing him a kiss before you left. And part of him was still stuck in that moment.

'I'm sorry, Takeru. I have been busy.'

'Oh, I know.' The man let himself dramatically fall on the couch, serving some amber-colored liquor in two glasses and indicating his friend with a head nod to sit, as well. 'I've heard there is a new person in your life.'

'Not really.' Aguni shrugged, shifting uncomfortably, grabbing his glass and finishing it in one long gulp. You were his secret. A shouted one, but a secret, nonetheless. Takeru lived in this room, hardly ever coming out unless it was to give his little speeches or to choose which was the next girl, or boy, to join him in his bed. They never lasted long.

He couldn't have heard of you, could he?

'Ah, no? So you don't know anyone who smiles like this?' His lips stretched into a lopsided smile, much like your own. 'A fiery woman, that one. They are starting to call her Aguni's girl.'

'Who does?'

'Ah, but my friend...' Takeru leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 'You're not asking the right questions! And honestly, I don't know why I would even answer, I'm offended you didn't tell me first you were falling for someone.' He pressed a hand to his chest, right where his heart was, grimacing, as if it really, really hurt him.

'I'm not falling for her.'

'Oh, of course not! You've already fallen! I can see it all over your face.' Takeru pointed at him, making circles with his index finger. Had he always been this exuberant or had it only gotten worse with time?

Aguni closed his mouth, tensing his muscles, teeth grinding, nostrils flaring. He did not like how this situation was going.

'So... Have you already kissed?' Takeru asked. He, like you, never gave up when there was something he wanted to know. 'Have you already...' He lowered his voice, and giggled theatrically, covering his mouth with his hand. '...you know, sealed the deal? Had sex?'

'No.'

'How come?'

'I... haven't said anything to her about my feelings.' Aguni ended up confessing. It was stupid, trying to hide anything from Takeru. He wouldn't have it. And the sooner they talked about this, the sooner they could move on to other topics.

'Why?' Takeru's mouth was in the shape of a perfect o.

'There hasn't been time?'

'Oh, Mori!' Takeru run his fingers through his hair, shaking his head and clicking his tongue, obviously disappointed. 'And when are you going to tell her? When she dies in a game? When you die in a game? We could die at any moment, what's the point in waiting?'

Aguni didn't answer. He poured himself another drink, without asking, much more generous this time, and once again, he swallowed the contents of the glass at once. 'I really don't see the point in speaking about this.'

'Okay, can I at least tell you she's pretty? Praise your taste in women?'

'Takeru...'

'Fine. Let's talk about something boring, then.' He rolled his eyes until only white was showing. 'How are the militants doing?'

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'Did you just say that you like me?'

'I do.'

'And why didn't you tell me?'

You were not mad now, that much was obvious. But Aguni had trouble pinpointing exactly what it was that you were feeling. You were chewing on your lower lip, contemplative, making him think he wouldn't mind having a small bite either.

'I... don't know?'

Why were you asking him this? Did you feel the same way? Did you not?

Why did you have to be so hard to read?

You scoffed. 'Please, Mori-chan, don't give me so much information at once. I might not be able to handle it.' You grinned immediately after, rubbing your chin. Aguni was almost afraid to ask what you were thinking about. 'How did he know I would go to sleep in your room?'

'Hm?'

'Yeah, how did Hatter know I wouldn't go sleep with Kuina, or Chishiya, or someone else?'

'Ah... I don't know.' Just the thought of you sleeping with another person was unpleasant.

'I guess it doesn't matter since I was going to ask you, either way. Although I kind of don't want to now, if only to spite that little man. Care to walk me to my new resting place?' And without waiting for a response, you grabbed Aguni's arm, staring at him with those eyes of yours.

He nodded, and started walking, head straight. He, however, also kept stealing side glances at you. He had just confessed his feelings, and he didn't know how to interpret your reaction. Maybe, you also didn't know how to feel. You were distractedly humming some unknown song, seemingly still lost in thought.

When you finally arrived, you opened the door and entered without any ceremony. You had never actually been inside of Aguni's room, but you had waited by it many mornings, afternoons and nights.

'My bedroom was like the broom's closet compared to this.' You whistled, pleasantly surprised. You gazed at the man. 'If you wanted me to immediately believe you were close with Hatter, you only needed to show me this.'

It was a suite, one of the biggest and nicest from the resort. Aguni didn't particularly care for it, but he had to admit that it was comfortable, spacious and well-decorated, and that he liked how impressed it made you.

'Is this the best room this hotel has to offer?'

'No, Takeru... Hatter, has the biggest. He's next door.'

The room could only keep you entertained so much, because after snooping around for a bit and opening a few drawers, your eyes were back on him. 'This liking me thing. When did it start?'

You were standing near, getting close without him even noticing, which was a thing you knew how to do that he had yet to discover the trick to. He could smell your hair, he could see the beauty spots on your jawline, on your long neck, on your chest.

'I liked you from the beginning.' If he didn't lie to Takeru, why would he lie to you?

'Is it a 'I want to have sex with you' kind of thing or is it a 'I actually have feelings for you' thing?'

'Eh... The second.'

'Cool. We are on the same page, then.'

'What do you mean?'

'I like you as well.'

Aguni worked his lips, as if trying to find the right words.

But he discovered there were better things to do with them, when you lifted your head and pressed your mouth against his, one of your hands sliding round the back of his neck, the other wrapping the fabric of his t-shirt in a fist, bringing him closer to you, until there was nothing, not even air, between your bodies. A soft grunt was already forming in your throat.

He took a second to react, but then he was kissing back, with the same intensity if not more, catching his breath. His face sideways on to yours, locked together. One of his hands working through your hair, the other already travelling down your back.

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Your head was resting on Aguni's chest, your fingers drawing shapes lazily on his skin.

He was playing with a strand of your hair, bewitched, stamping every detail of your face into his mind. Including your half grin when you caught him staring at you.

'Like what you see?' You purred, moving your face closer to his, so that your lips brushed his when you spoke.

'I do.'

'Hm? Ready to go a second time, tiger?'

'With you? And a third, and a fourth...'

'Uh oh. Poor Hatter. Wasn't he next door? We are not going to let him sleep.' Your voice was full of pity, but your eyes told a different story. There was something playful in them.

'I don't care. Damn him, he deserves it. He was right, and I will have to thank him. But he deserves it...'

Aguni's words trailed off, you already biting, and kissing, and sucking on his neck, chuckling while doing it.

He grabbed your hips, putting you on top him, ready to get lost in you once more.

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bernard-the-rabbit · 1 year

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some good old lesbians <3

#my trashy art #dreamers by bern #cw:bruises #when i first created them like almost 8 years ago #they are from dance practice ut u know #i wanted luna to be a reflection of me #a year later i was like 'luna is a lesbian' and i kept living my life like that #without asking myself “mmm why is the character that is supposed to be you a lesbian? should we ask ourselves this?”#nop..realized it 4 years after the creations of the whole universe #stuff changed she isn't supposed to represent me #not more than the main 4 at least but boy is it a funny story of me being oblivious #anyway have luna and laura in their early 20s they share an apartment while studying and working #bern oc

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canonically-a-genloser · 1 month

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You should stop me from possibly killing off Bear

THE FUCK I SHOULD HES TOO SWEET TO DIE

#sayu <3 #it genuinely depends on his story arc #a satisfying ending does not mean a happy one /ref #if it benefits the story i cannot stop u but i will cry #theee baby boy ever (i say gesturing vaguely to every clone oc u have created)#ALSO BTW I SAW YOUR POST I SHOULD MAKE A NEW OC AND WE SHOULD PUT HIM IN A SITUATIONSHIP OR SOMETHING #-WITH ONE OF YOUR OCS #it would be a little funny #its been ages since i made a star wars oc TAKE ME HOMEEEE COUNTRY ROADSSS

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vegaseatsass · 1 year

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I watched THC ep3 this morning and planned to make a playful post about Pond personally sending home my fave IN THE FIRST ROUND and thus my no longer being a Pond defender, but there's actual major legal shit happening today so it feels in bad taste

so I'll just say that I actually think it's really cool that THC acknowledges and explores the production involvement in elimination, a thing every competitive reality show I've seen in my life keeps strictly hidden from view. Even if Pond was WRONG and Sammon was RIGHT!!!

#the hidden character #the hidden character spoilers #tbf pond was like 'being ambitious and not crying about your irl is prob a strength in other companies'#'we just like boys who cry openly and easily here at BOC'#which is to me a hilarious thing to reveal your company actively looks for #professional ambitious beautiful interesting fierce? ok sure but do you CRY #but he got some great-ass performances out of first time actors with this logic so who am i to argue #i just wanted to get to see spoiler's hidden story like we didn't even get to LEARN the things that might make him vulnerable :'(#i was already intrigued by the like 'my family is very loving but there's no chance in hell any of us will openly say ily' lol #every other boy: mommmmm i'm so tired :( can u comfort me #him: i just want to talk to you since i miss you and i know i can't make you say you love me haha hi mom!

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in-tua-deep · 2 months

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asleep me has just decided to start world building i guess

Imagine: you are a misfit teenage boy, a con artist. You have a best friend - or maybe a brother? You two are as close as family regardless. You're in a refugee camp when you pull a con - you pass your best friend off as the newly orphaned son of a noble or something. It's just a ploy - to give him an in with the other wealthy kids so you can steal.

Except… he doesn't really give it up? You ask a couple of times when you're leaving, but Will, your best friend, keeps putting it off. He's fallen in with a new crowd. One that respects him, elevates him. And those new friends? Well, they don't exactly like you.

Will starts sending you off on errands when he's with his friends. You go easily, because you want to be helpful, and you ignore the hushed laughter of his shiny new friends. You go on your fake little missions designed to get rid of you.

That's how you meet the Goddess.

Imagine a clearing, golden light, and a beautiful woman who calls you a trickster and says you are destined to be enemies. Imagine freeing the three chained sun gods by accident. (By fate?) Except you tell the goddess that you don’t believe in fate, and what if you become friends instead?

(You offer to steal her, and she agrees - a fine trick indeed, wouldn't you say?)

After this instance you find something out. You can use magic now? But also it seems like you have been cursed as well - you can’t die. Fate rearranges itself every time. A shield moves to a position it wasn’t in before. A sword misses its mark. You are Loved By Fate and it is an Issue.

Time passes and your best friend grows - and you have to use magic to grow with him. He’s a king now. You love him - he’s still your brother - but his smile is more and more strained every time he sees you.

Your goddess takes many forms travelling with you. Sometimes she is a woman, sometimes she is golden magic inside of a pouch. Sometimes she is a child and travels with you, and somehow you get separated with her like that. The king finds her, and immediately is taken with her. He decides to try and find a family for this child who is shy of everyone, and offers for any individual to come and try their luck to see if the child will take to them

You are the last person to try, not because you don't think your goddess will choose you, but because you are worried even if she does the king will not let her go

The king's friends stop you. You know their faces - they are the same bullies they have always been. They accuse you of being cursed because you never die no matter how many dangerous missions the king sends you on. The suicide missions.

They attack you, and they might be cruel but they aren’t stupid. Their ringleader realizes that it must be magic shifting his shield to protect you from the lethal blows.

(You can see every lethal blow that doesn’t land play through your head. The worlds that did not come to pass. You don’t tell them the number of times they murdered you in this fight. It wouldn’t change anything.)

You manage to escape and run up to the king’s room. Using fate’s magic so much has stripped you away of other magics - you look young again. Awkward and gangly with no facial hair (the way you always have since meeting a goddess and becoming something more than human)

He’s in there with an elven woman, a noble of some kind who is wise and anyone with eyes can see the king is in love with her. (You can see in her eyes that she does not love him back, not in that way.)

The king, after some debate, decides to let you try

(He doesn’t comment on your appearance - maybe he just thinks you have a baby face without your beard. Maybe the way he avoids looking you in the eyes means he doesn’t even notice.)

You reunite, and it is beautiful - your goddess surges forward into your arms and kisses you, and you feel fates magic coursing through you and soothing over the exhaustion from the fight.

But the king doesn’t see a goddess and he doesn’t see the magic - he sees a child and he draws his sword. He says many things - that he didn’t expect you to stoop this low. That he once called you his friend.

(How long has it been since that felt genuine?)

Something goes cold in you and enough is enough. Your goddess’s magic courses through you, and you will not be separated again. You use magic to blast them back, use magic to stun them, and use magic to make you and your goddess into a rat that scurries away into the walls

The magic is powerful enough that a cascade of golden chains has manifested down the wall of the room, branching downward like a geometric tree and each one tipped with an amulet with a large inset ruby

The king and the noble awaken, and the king is furious. But the elven woman looks like all her questions have been answered

She talks about how there haven’t been terrible fires throughout the lands, despite all signs pointing to the fact that the sun gods have been unchained

She names you - trickster, calamity

In mythology apparently you are symbolized by a massive golden peacock, each "feather" in your tail with ruby-gem eyes like the chains on the wall

You are named such because you are the only creature capable of going against fate and changing it

(your train of feathers is instead a train of chains - all the fates that you have broken)

(It should make you enemies with your goddess, but you decided in that clearing twenty years ago that you were friends instead)

Apparently on your suicide missions, you have been helping. Wherever you could, you changed the fate of entire cities and towns and prevented the wildfires of the Sun gods from ravaging the kingdom

The elven woman opens a portrait that has a nook behind it. You are sitting there - well, not you exactly. But a copy of you. You are a trickster and love mischief, and you love secret spaces and those who choose to look in them. That’s enough for a part of you to be present, looking sixteen and glowing with golden light

She speaks in the ancient language to you - and you speak it back without thinking. You tell her she’s just as hot as Will with a wink and it makes her laugh. Will cannot understand what you are saying, but you don’t care right now. He’s your best friend, but you aren’t his, and it hurts

He calls you immature, and the elven woman says you’re only sixteen. He snaps back that you are a thirty-six year old man. She shakes her head, and says that you haven’t been since you Awakened. Gods are different, after all

(Maybe it was the differences that drove you apart? Maybe it’s your fault? But if that is the truth then why was there already so much distance between you? You do not ask your goddess if there was a path where you still would have been close.)

You don’t feel like a god, you feel like a person who is just trying their best. You feel tired. You feel sad. Maybe that’s why you are the one who bends fate - you’re the only one that cares enough to try.

Anyway that’s when I woke up but I like my trickster - important to note that he is a redhead with a bit of a baby face

#dream journal #my dreams #peacock trickster dream #i'm actually really vibing with peacock as the symbolic trickster animal in this world #i am also REALLY vibing with whatever part of my brain made the peacock train be made of broken chains of fate #also i am slightly curious why a) there were three sun gods and b) why were they chained #the implication was that the trickster was the only 'mortal' god #with different incarnations having different goals and morals and messing with things in different ways #and in all the other stories the other gods eventually tire of the trickster and track them down and kill them #and then the trickster is reborn as a mortal and will continue to be reborn until they get into trouble and Awaken #i have named my trickster boy 'russell' for kicks #will actually was named will in the dream though #tfw ur friend leaves you behind for a new crowd #actually tfw u become an immortal teenager and ur mortal friend continues to grow into an adult #also i can't quite describe the horror of watching those bullies realize that i was 'cursed'#and watching them try to kill me. over and over. and being stopped not by mercy or moral but by intervention of a divine power #i will be honest we did not go into that meeting with will in our best headspace #but also honestly?? fuck will for assuming the worst of us !! he was our BEST FRIEND #our BROTHER #and he didn't even ask any questions #like hey russell why does this magical child clearly know and recognize you #noble lady you can do Better honestly

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