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valenishere · 1 month

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Sagau Idea

I'm not that good with writing YouPoV's so there may be some odd usage of they's and thems then switching to "you"'s. this'll be stock full of typos so be warned

Mentions of injury, implied murder, blood, and implied cult

It's been a long while since I've gotten into Self-aware genshin aus, reading the fluffiest scenes to straight up gore. And theres this concept I saw about where the creator (basically, you) can make any oc come to life and help them out. (this one read it s really good. They also expanded on it go read it too its a really neat build-up on it. this one)

And as a DnD enjoyer as well... there's this idea thats been brewing in my head whenever i think back to it.

What if in Imposter!au where they're being constantly being hunted... after getting cornered in one of the nations (in the Chasm for example) they get desperate and try out an idea they don't think would work.

While resting after being in the brink of death(again) in a place Teyvat has helped you conceal, your thoughts wander. You think, why is there even a Creator? There isn't supposed to be one. That kinda concept just disrupts everything they know about the game. It's a ridiculous concept. In your delirious state, you think, "I wish that just disappears... Then i wouldn't be..."

Then you remebered the curious ability you've recently unlocked in your "adventures". The ability to create characters, with some limitations. It took you quite a bit to adjust to your newfound ability and its caveats, resulting in a few heartbreaking loss on the way.

But as a DnD player, overcoming the death of your beloved characters quickly is a mental fortitude you've developed. And it's handy that you've already made a few characters for your past sessions before landing in Teyvat. It saved you from being one-shotted right from the start.

Although now... You're down to only one left.

"... I'm so tired..."

The mental stress of being in a constant state of danger, paranoia, hunger, pain, and exhaustion have worn you down to a point where you can't even think up of more characters to make up for the one's that have recently passed. You slipped up so bad because of sleeplessness that your last capable party of characters died and a hole was speared through your gut too.

As you lay bleeding on the cold ground, with only a talking mushroom to keep you company, you wrack your brain to put together a proper character but... you really can't. You can't even think straight. Not with the recent information you've found out.

The so-called Creator is now creating their very own characters, their very own people/army, through alchemy, and is now sending them after you, thus increasing your hunters by double. And on top of the already powerful vision-holders (of course they're powerful, you made them that way), you figured... "Ah... I'm fucked..."

Knowing you might as well be as good as done now, you didn't even bother bringing out the last of your characters to heal you. It's not like healing yourself will make you forget about this lifelong trauma--

... Forget?

...

A fleeting thought.

A dumb fleeting thought. A very dumb one at that.

One that will for sure backfire in your face if you do it wrong. And quite frankly, it could spell the end for this world, even for the one they call Creator.

... But it's not like you have anything else to lose.

And so, within the dim light of the mushroom, you painstakingly start to write. Word for word, cramming everything information you know, as deatiled as you can make it into bringing it into life. A character you've never tried making before. Something that could possibly end your suffering. Or make it worse.

You honestly don't know if you're doing it right. After all, you've never tried something like it before.

"What are you making this time?' the ever so curious mushroom asked.

You grin, a manic look in your eyes. "Either my stupidest... or my brightest idea yet."

It's not long befere you finished. You gaze upon your finished product and you have to say... it's even more fleshed out than your best characters. And that quick sketch you drew... you swear those hollow eyes are following you already. That may be just the blood loss talking.

"That's... one ugly worm you've drawn..." The mushroom hums, like it can just see the monstrosity that you've created.

You chuckle breathlessly, looking almost solemn with what you're about to do. Well... it' not wrong. But...

"This is my kid. Their name is... Falseh. Get along well with them... okay?"

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The very ground trembles as the Lord of Geo strides through the dark tunnels, a dark look in his eyes and a spear in his hand. If his presence wasn't enough, the murderous intent rolling off of him in waves is enough to deter any beasts from crossing his path.

The imposter was last seen slinking around the depths of the Chasm by one of the Tianquan's agents. Although failing to execute the imposter the first chance they got with their incompetence, Morax have to commend the Qixing for being able to find them even in the depths of the earth.

For some reason, the land seems to reject his commands from time to time now. He was baffled as to why his beloved Maker is hindering him in fulfilling his given mission but he's just been informed that the land defiance of him is due to the imposter infecting the land with their vile abilities.

Now, he's even more hellbent on making sure to drive his spear through the imposters heart and presenting it to his Grace. He won't miss a second time.

His eyes sharpens as a he a cavern just up ahead, soft blue light spilling through entrance. Tightening his grip on his spear, the power of Geo gathers in his other, ready to skewer someone five times into death if he so wishes.

He steps through the entrance and immediately lands on a figure, leaning prone under a giant glowing mushroom. He relaxes a bit. He recognizes this place. It's a bit close to the Land of Verdure, Sumeru. He needs to be careful. He can't be caught flaunting his power on another Archons domain after all.

Approaching the figure, he gets a bit surprised as they twitch, looking up to him through their hair. They try to talk, but all they can manage are quiet wheezes.

'Oh. They're still breathing. That's good.' Zhongli kneels down beside them, looking them over. They look like they've been dragged through the Abyss and back. Their midriff is bandaged heavily but it's already bled through, forming a pool of their own blood below them. He frowns lightly. It must be quite a big injury if it's bleeding this much.

Wordlessly, he holds a hand over the injury and channels his power. He's not the most profficient in healing, but he should at least be able to stop the bleeding.

Mere moments later, he have plugged up the injury and the figure is now able to stand up.

"Th-Thank you so much Rex Lapis!" they bow down. Or at least, they bow down the best they can without opening their wound. "Any longer and I would've surely perished..."

Zhongli waves them off nonchalantly as he starts to walk back out the way he came. "It's best you get back to the surface. Your injury needs to be properly tended. And I can see that..."

His eyes drifts to the scattered bloody bandages and practically empty backpack. "You've run out of supplies. It is a virtue to you mortals to know when to give up. Remember that."

"Y-Yes sir Rex Lapis sir! I'll get back right away!" they start to quickly collect their things, haphazardly stuffing the bandages and handbook into the bag, being careful of their injury.

The Lord of Geo just watches for a moment before completely leaving, trusting that they won't make any stupid mistake and go back post haste.

After he has left, you pause in your packing, leaning against the mushroom and slowly sliding down with a shaky breath.

"Y-You... didn't you say he and the entirety of the world was hunting for you?" The mushroom hums in confusion, sharing your tension. "What was that? Heck, he was the one that put a hole through you and he healed you!"

You chuckle breathlessly, the manic look intensifying in your eyes as it dawns on you that it worked. That stupid idea of yours actually worked!

And if you can get to the Creator... you can make this whole concept disappear altogether. Forever.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see it. A large mass of hairless flesh writhing about, multiple tentacle-like appendages potruding out of it. It's slithering it's limbs about, coiling around the mushroom and and back again, and around you as well.

But when you turn your head to actually look, there's nothing there. All you can hear is what seems to be muffled humming, an eerie tune listlessly flowing through the air (but somehow, the sound is the most comforting thing ever).

"Oh it's nothing. I think... he just heard something that made him forget."

#chaotic blabbing #spreadingchaos #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #genshin isekai #A Creature That Sings A Song That Makes You Forget #shi its already 2 in the morning #I wrote this half asleep so dont be surprised if it doesnt make sense #Falseh is pretty easy to figure out #hint it starts with a false and it has multiple heads that can sing #its a homebrew guy but i really like 'im y'know

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themasterdisaster · 2 months

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god, the premise of the chaotic cartoon is still such a banger.

like it really went and presented a world where there was a trading card game that also came with a whole-ass real actual world you could go to while you lived ur actual life.

and then in that place you could not only meet other players but you could transform into the monsters from the game and actually beat the shit out each other but not really.

and then it went a step further and that place served as a connection between our world and the actual literal universe where the creatures lived and you could go and scan the Actual Real Thing to add it to your roster but they also have politics and wars and their own opinions on humans and shit.

also the world itself is dangerous and fucking around and finding out has consequences So Watch Out.

all that only for it to yet have a resurgence in popularity? unfair.

#ni blabs #chaotic #chaotic cartoon #chaotic tcg #anyways i would absolutely not help the image the inhabitants of perim have of humans being annoying and sticking their noses where they #don't belong. catch me spending way more time there than in the player hub or whatever.

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emystic · 5 months

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12 for milti muse questionnaire

yet another multimuse questionnaire / Accepting

@inseparableduo sent a multimuse for ya girl!: 12. Do you have any new muses in the works? If you so, can you tell us about them?

Of course I would be delighted to! As I keep saying I'm bringing old muses from past blogs to here with many having slight changes from revisions. Though I do have a few fresh ideas I want to bring too, so I will try to limit this to just a few!

Susara is a arachne and younger sister the current Divine Weaver. She is known as the Wish Weaver, she much more of a trickster and kind of unhinged compared to her older sister cause she will ridiculous deals depending on her mood. However, she's incredibly bubbly and despite her clearly dangerous vibes can be quite helpful if respected.

Keron, a now partially cybernetic teenager that already born with superpowers was taught to properly use them on the spot to save his own life. He lives in the Belle agency's children center and works as a junior agent. Unlike other members, he isn't a star of any kind and just wanted repay the agency for saving his life. He was a old muse before but I never really used him.

Kimyo, is a newer OC I am surprisingly very hyped to make into a eventual muse before some older muses that need the chance first lol. It's suppose to be kind of her fault the Kitsune possessed Akeri in the first place cause she was convinced released her. But she didn't know everything was gonna happen, she is part of the Shrine crew trying to make amends for her careless mistake.

Vilfrid, this dude I keep gaslighting that he's coming back one of these days. Honest, I want to bring to him back and I plan to. He lives on one end of the river in Suojarvi (where Mika and Marja came from) and know as a river guardian. He can cure most illnesses and lift most curses, but if someone disrespect the forest especially his river he will not hesitate to murder (most Suojarvi forest dwellers are unhinged about their forest mkay).

And that's it for now cause I don't wanna overwhelm!

#inseparableduo #opening letters; answered #thank you so much for giving me a chance to blab like a moron #quite a mismatch of character types here #a chaotic spider queen #a duracell battery disguised as a cool kid #a airhead shrine maiden #and a fish

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bearseulgs · 1 year

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someone should start a band with me

#lilli blabs !#i'm so serious btw #i call being the drummer #gonna live out my roger taylor dreams #i suggested this to my friends #they decided it would be too chaotic #then told me i'm the type to doxx myself #they're right tee bee aech

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cosmicpines · 2 years

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there's something very nostalgic about scrolling through gravity falls redbubble stickers and seeing all the human bills

#from another time #i do miss that part of fandom even if hes so much more fun an interesting as a chaotic evil space dorito #mary blabs

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theloveinc · 2 years

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Gonna finish up voice and voice related asks tomorrow night!!! Thank u so much to everyone who sent something💜💜🖤🖤

#because of homework sadly #but I had lots of fun #and I’m kissing u all #I can’t believe I’ve been called chaotic and having scary binch energy OMG #caitie blabs

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banishingsigils · 11 days

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with buck realizing he's bi and has always been a disaster, i was thinking about if. . .well, how i've been a disaster bi, especially re: coming out. and i was like, "nah, i told my friends individually in college and it was nice and calm."

and then i remembered that i announced i was bi to my entire anthro/socio cohort and professors during my thesis presentation. i think that qualifies and we're really not beating the disaster allegations are we.

#maria blabs #listen i thought it was relevant context for the research i was presenting #and it was also very chaotic #just jump in the deep end i guess

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nis-si-hellhole · 3 months

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me in the lab trying to find how i went from crushing on character a to character b in the span of a decade

#ni blabs #~it could just be a rose~#~sanguine hunger~#brought to you by me seeing my boy alist*ir again #and trying to figure out how i went from Sweet Goofy Guy to Chaotic Bastard Vampire #picture it: i'm sitting in front of a whiteboard staring at it very seriously #u look and all you see is shit like “SILLY?” “THE LETTER A??” “ONE LINERS???” written in big letters and all circled in red #u immediately leave

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starryrain · 3 months

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She tread carefully, furrowing her brows and she ensured to not step on any of the ants that clambered on stone beneath her, feeling that if she wasn’t even more careful, a heavenly foot would come down and crash down on her. Sure, being squashed like the ants that tickled her skin wasn’t an elegant way to die, and she wished nothing less for any of the living.

Creation and life were a gift that she didn’t deserve, but if she was undeserving, she’d try her best to remind everything else that they were.

inconsolable weeping christ (yes i quote hozier on a daily basis) this is awful but i needed to get it out of my system

#and she blabs on #writing #excerpts #poetry #i can’t write #dark academia #aesthetic #chaotic academia #death #nature

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valenishere · 16 hours

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Prologue

[And so, here comes the boy >:3 this was the story I was talking about in an earlier post, figured it's time I put this down somewhere. Do note, I'm no professional writer so consider this just another part of the chaotic babbling in here]

A Continuation

Inside a castle overlooking a flourishing city, the youngest Prince of the kingdom sighs lightly, smiling in satisfaction as he looks down at the bustling city.

Colorful decorations hangs from house to house, bright merchant stalls are advertising their products from both sides of the streets of the square, and throves of people are out and about, happily enjoying the bright sun and cool breeze with joyous songs and music.

It's so hard to believe that just a few decades ago, this world was just about ready to collapse, born from the fires of generations upon generations of mistakes and was about to get its just givings. But now, it's thriving like it has never before. Just like the old days, before any kind of Revolution, in the safe and peaceful times. And all of it is thanks to one person only.

"There you are!"

The Prince jumps, whipping around at the voice. There, standing directly behind him, in all his elegant and dashing glory, the reason why the world have not fallen over in its face and died yet. The oldest member of the Great Seven, the white-haired maintainer of peace of all the lands, the selfish and caring individual that risked his very soul to save the world, Acedia Whi—

"Quit running off on your own stupid brat! We're on a schedule here you damn beyblade!" The highly praised person slaps the daydreaming Princes' head, snapping him back to reality.

"Ow! Sorry!" he yelps, rubbing his aching head, "Wait, beyblade?"

"Well, you flail your arms around like a beyblade when you attack, it just fits." The tall man shrugs nonchalantly, brushing past the Prince. "Now come on, hurry up!"

"A-Alright alright!" The Prince sputters, jogging up to match the long strides of the man. "And like I've said, I'm not flailing around! I'm—"

"Yes, yes, you're integrating the arts of Feng Shui Jutsu or whatever, yada yada yada," the man flippantly waves him off. "To be honest, I see no difference."

The Prince can feel a vein in his head throb at the man's blatant dismissal of his technique, wanting to lecture him (again) about the Celestial Arts, but he just sighs, deciding not to since he knows it'll just be a waste of breath (again). He unconsciously pouts. 'I mean, I get it. Techniques are just a joke to you with how over-powered you are but can you at least not mock it?'

The man in front of him shakes his head in mock dismay, "Really, with how you fight like a flopping fish, I worry for the future of this Kingdom. Especially if you make dumb decisions like seeking out a dead myth you heard from a senile on the streets."

The Prince breath hitches, not only because he actually felt a pang of pain from his idols words, but also in incredelousness. "Hah! With all due respect, if it weren't for that dumb decision, there'll be no more world for you to fix. And yes I get it, I can be very naïve at times but if it means giving my Kingdom and my people a chance to save themselves and stand up on its feet once more, I'll do it again. Whatever it takes."

The man stops, making the Prince stop as well. The still pretty offended Prince glares at the back of the quiet man, his nose slightly flaring.

After a few minutes, the man finally spoke, "Oho? Whatever it takes... you say?"

The Princes' gaze hardened in resolution, "Even if I'm going to be the most bastardly bastard Prince, exiled from the throne. I'll never let this Kingdom fall from grace. Not ever again. And if I have to be the one to bring back the Lost Realms, I will."

Sharp blue eyes snap over to the Prince, making him tense up. The temperature drops rapidly in the hall as they lock eyes and a chill runs up the Princes' back. But he stands fast, defiantly looking back at the very embodiment of Death in the whole world.

After a few seconds of one of the most bone chilling stare down in his life, the man sighs through his nose, closing his eyes.

"... Is that so." The air returns to normal and the Prince lets out a breath he unconsciously held in.

The man pivots around, striding up to a startled Prince. He grabs his collar, fixing it up. He brushes the Princes' shoulders, patting his shoulders firmly after. The man gives him a once over, nods then turns around again, walking away from the dumbfounded Prince.

The Prince blinks in confusion. 'Huh? HUH?'

When the Prince stayed rooted in his place, the man calls over his shoulder without turning back.

"Hurry up then stupid Prince!" He smirks at the wide-eyed Prince, "The coronation won't start unless the bastard Crown Prince is not there after all."

That snaps the Crown Prince out of his stupor, feeling his face heat up as he hurries after him.

"What was all that for-!?!!"

"You didn't get it? Man, you're stupider than I thought."

"HUH?!?!"

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The man that the young Prince or the "bastard" Crown Prince was talking to and was speaking highly of (not that he knows it), is Acedia (Ah-se-de-yah) White, and he prefers to stay away from overly populated areas when he can.

So, now that the coronation is over and the fore messages and interaction are done with, he have strayed out into one of the many balconies of the castle to be alone.

With wine in one hand and his memories on the other, the show of the twinkling stars is all he need to keep himself entertained for the night. Although the bright shining moon may be obstructing that a little bit.

"So this is where you've been."

Glancing over his shoulder, he grins at the new arrival at his little hide-away. He exaggeratedly waves a hand out in a welcoming motion.

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. "The most bastardly bastard Prince"! To what do I owe this honour?" The newly crowned King groans, settling beside the grinning man.

"Please drop that already... It's embarrassing..." Acedia laughs lightly, the wind seemingly whistling along in tune of his laughter.

"Oh come on~! Loosen up a little!" Acedia puts his chin on his hand as he leans at the railings, flashing the King a lazy grin. "It's just me~"

""It'S jUSt mE~" yeah right. You're one of the oldest of the Great Seven. Practically a living legend. You're not someone I can just consider as just someone."

The man shrugs looking back up to the sky, "Meh, suit yourself."

They fell into a comfortable silence with a few small talks, the soft noise of the music and the talking guests in the party providing ample amounts of background noise. Acedia stares up to the sky, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes fogged with nostalgia, looking at something far off into the void of the sky.

"Now don't go trying to go back on your word now that you've become King. It'll be a problem if I have to clean up after your mess again after all." Acedia says out of the blue, making the King blink.

The newly crowned King huffs lightly, feeling some kind of odd déjà vu at the conversation.

"I'm not that shallow as to make empty promises." He faces the man with absolute determination, which he hopes shows in his face, "I'll keep this peace even if it kills me."

The white-haired man stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Pft-- you look like you're about to shit."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be serious here!!"

And that ruins the mood as the King's face quickly drops into an exasperated one, making the man laugh harder.

"Fahahahahaha! It just doesn't suit you!"

As the King grumbles about wanting to at least be cool to match his current status, the white-haired man mellows down, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Well, even if you don't say it, it's to be expected no? You're stubborn enough to not die to me, so this'll be an easier feat than that. You'll do splendidly I'm sure."

The King huffs with a smile, his chest feeling light with the mans praise. He don't usually give out compliments, but when he does, he knows its a very genuine one even if it doesn't sound like it. So when he receives it every once in a while, he can't help but puff out his chest a little.

"You've come this far Goldie." The man pats the Kings shoulder as he turns and starts to head back inside. "Don't you dare fall short anytime soon, got that brat?"

"Hmph. Trust me, I won't." He was left alone in the balcony as the man goes back inside. The King looks up to the moonlit sky, his eyes steeled in determination as he looks to a future where he'll ensure everyone in his rule, of any race, until the end of his time and even longer than that, will no longer suffer anymore. Not anymore.

"I'll make sure of it."

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"I'm home~..."

Acedia calls out as he opens the doors to his home, not really expecing a response since, well... he lives alone.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat, the lights flickering on on their own upon his arrival and illuminating the whole residence despite his lonesome. Throwing his coat on a hanger hapharzardly, he trudges up to his room, pushing the door open sluggishly.

He sighs again as he goes and slumps down on a chair, exhausted from the days interaction. With lidded eyes, he languidly sweeps his eyes around the room.

The room seems way too big now every time he looks at it. Like... wayyyy too big. For one person at least.

What's supposed to be a bed is just a mountains of pillows with layers upon layers of duvets so thick that someone can probably sink into it and suffocate at some point. A small office corner, a lounge side, a mini kitchen, a closet and a bathroom. And everything is furnished to accommodate at least two people, the other being himself.

He doesn't really dislike it or anything, it's just... The other person that he used to share this room with was... well, he used to share this room with them before. Before this world even started to fall into shit, he shared this room with that person before.

Well, he can move into a smaller room in the manor, but it'll feel just as empty. If not, even more so. At least here, he'll feel a lot warmer. Physically and emotionally. He leans back, absentmindedly putting his hand on his chest, tracing the small cold round metal above his heart, bringing forth a couple of memories.

One in particular, the way he was often scolded.

"What are you doing? If you want to lie down, at least take off your shoes! And change your clothes! Actually take a bath too... Ugh, go! Get some clothes, and I'll run you some hot water and some tea so just go wash off will you? Please?"

His eyes soften at the memories despite it being nagging, staring up at the ceiling. 'Well... I suppose a hot bath won't hurt...'

He gets up from his chair to prepare one but something suddenly shifts in the shadows in the corner of his eyes.

"Hn?" He walks to the window, noting that the shadows casted by the trees is seemingly darker. He squints his eyes, trying to make out the suddenly darkened path.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees like a being manifested out of shadows, a black carriage trots down the path towards the manor, a haunting cacophony of creaking wood and hooves accompanying it. Green lit lanterns hung from the carriages sides, swinging with every jostle on the uneven path. The two black horses pulling it seem to be ethereal, flickering between majestic, muscular steeds to black-coloured skeletons with every shift of the light.

His eyes narrows, '... No passenger or coach whatsoever and that thing have little to no presence at all. Even the horse doesn't have any. And the little it have... I don't like it. Empty... but dense.... And cold... and familiar.'

He knows this feeling. He knows it very well. The slight twinge he feels in his chest proves just how familiar he is to it. And just who it is that it reminds him of. And he doesn't know why but just seeing this old delapitated termite-filled piece of garbage that crawled out of some shitstained fuck hole TRY and emenate that presence is making him-- angry. Quite frankly, it has pissed him off.

Instead of just ignoring it and taking his bath, he storms out of his room. Throwing open the doors, his eyes shines in barely contained rage as it lands on the approaching carriage. 'The bath can wait. Imma erase this sunavabitch first.'

See? He's mad mad.

The carriage stops in front of him, and as he stood there waiting for it to do something, mana gathering enough to distort the air around him, hands twitching, itching to just obliterate the carriage right then and there.

The locked door turns and clicks, unlocking itself on its own. It slowly creaks open, and his gaze hardens as he readies to blow the whole carriage away. 'A single sign of hostility and you're gone...'

It swings opens and inside is... nothing.

There's nothing.

"Ah..."

He falters at the sight. Instead of empty seats, it's just completely black, no light permeating the darkness inside, despite the lamps hanging just by its door. It reminds him of the impenetrable darkness he once saw being used. By that person, no less. And this cursed looking termite shitted oversized splinter dares to show it to him... like THIS?

How utterly detestable.

His teeth grinds together with a loud clack and veins pops on his forehead in his anger. "Disappear."

He swings his hand at it, and it implodes, carriage and horses and all. He watches with keen eyes as it explodes further to smithereens, the tiniest splinter of wood and drops of blood splitting and splitting out of existence. Then his sight turns to black.

#chaotic blabbing #spreadingchaos #twst #twst wonderland #twst original character #twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #a new story unfolds in the clasps of chaos #will it ever get a continuation? who knows #:3 hehe #AcediaWhite #MAH BOII #Unlikely Parallel #its almost 1 in the morning again jfc

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belovedspector · 4 months

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Leap Year

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (mentions of Steven Grant x gn!reader and Marc Spector x gn!reader)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Jake has never celebrated his birthday. He didn’t even have a birthday, until you urged him to pick a date. Of course, he picks the most chaotic date possible.

Content: Fluff, one use of a pet name (honey)

A/N: I was thinking about the fact that it’s a leap year, and this idea sort of just came to me. I don’t have much else to say about it. Enjoy! :)

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“When’s your birthday?” you ask out of the blue one day over dinner.

Jake pauses, forkful of pasta halfway to his mouth. Carefully, he places the fork back on his plate and says, “Don’t have one.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Jake shrugs. “I know Marc’s is March ninth. I didn’t exactly check the calendar on the day I first showed up.”

“What about Steven?” Your food is now totally forgotten.

“Same as me, I guess,” Jake says. He looks into the reflection of his glass, likely listening to one of his alters.

You sit there for a few moments, deep in thought. Finally, you look up at Jake. “Well, then you’ll have to pick one.”

“What?”

“You and Steven should pick your own birthdays.”

Oh, boy. Jake knows that look in your eyes, knows from the way they’re sparkling that there’s no way you’re letting this go.

“Look, I dunno—” he tries.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” you encourage him.

Jake knows there’s no getting out of this. “Fine,” he relents, pretending to be more annoyed than he actually is. Really, he thinks your enthusiasm is adorable, and he’d do just about anything to make you happy.

You cheer. “Great! Do you want me to help you pick a date? I should have some astrology books around here somewhere—”

“Astrology?” Jake scoffs. “I don’t need astrology. I already know what date I want.”

“Oh? Which one?” You lean forward in anticipation.

“February twenty-ninth.” Jake sits back in his chair and crosses his arms, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“February twenty-ninth?” you repeat. “Why?”

Jake shrugs. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, I—” You sigh. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ll put it in my calendar,” you say with a smile. “Now, we just need to find a birthday for Steven.”

“He’s already blabbing on about it.” He rolls his eyes fondly. “I think he’ll take you up on the astrology book offer.”

“Perfect!” you say. He can see the moment you get that faraway look in your eye, no doubt already analyzing which sign would match Steven best.

Seasons change, time marches on, and Jake completely forgets about the birthday conversation. Sure, Steven had made a big fuss over choosing his own date for a while, but, once that was settled, there was no need to think about the matter anymore.

So, it comes as a shock when, on a random winter day, Steven has called out of work and insisted that Jake take the body. Jake tries to argue, to get Marc on his side, but it’s no use. His alters slip deeper into the headspace, leaving Jake alone for the time being.

He notices you’re already out of bed, and it’s at that moment he hears movement coming from the kitchen. He throws on a t-shirt and sweatpants and gets up to investigate. Sure enough, there you are, singing to yourself as you stand at the stove.

Jake has spent a lifetime creeping in the shadows, so he’s gotten very good at sneaking up on people. Silently, he moves across the kitchen and wraps his arms around you from behind. You startle before laughing and leaning into the touch.

“Good morning, Jake,” you say brightly.

“Morning, honey,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “What’re you doing?”

“Making pancakes.”

Jake perks up at that. “What’s the occasion?”

You laugh. “Don’t you know what today is?”

Jake thinks about it. “March first?” he tries.

“It’s a leap year, silly,” you correct him, “so it’s February twenty-ninth. Happy birthday!”

Oh, right, that.

“You didn’t have to do anything special,” Jake protests.

“Are you kidding? This is the first-ever birthday you’re celebrating. We’ve gotta make it special.”

Jake feels something warm blooming in his chest, a feeling that is occurring more and more often when he spends time with you.

You plate the now-finished pancakes—banana, his favorite—and lead him over to the kitchen table, which has already been set. You dish out the pancakes and pour two glasses of juice before joining Jake at the table.

“Is this why Steven and Marc were being weird this morning?” Jake asks as he cuts into his pancakes.

You chew thoughtfully. “Probably. I swore them to secrecy.”

Jake grunts. “Really, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Oh, Jake,” you say with a grin, “we’re just getting started.”

Jake hates drawing attention to himself. It’s the antithesis of his being; at least, it used to be, when he was still keeping himself hidden from his alters and working for Khonshu. Now, even though he can be more present, it still makes him uncomfortable to be in the spotlight. So, being the center of attention, the “birthday boy,” isn’t really his style.

Of course, you know all this, and you plan the day around it. There will be no impromptu singing of “Happy Birthday” by waiters and random patrons in a restaurant—not on your watch. Instead, you spend a nice, quiet day together, walking around the city like a couple of tourists. It’s a mild day, not nearly as cold as it could be, so you even get to spend some time in the park, one of Jake’s favorite spots to relax.

It’s rare for Jake to get to spend a whole day with you like this. Sure, he and his alters have figured out a pretty fair schedule, but between work and life, it doesn’t always work out. Some days, he only catches glimpses of you in the morning, and come evening you’re so tired that he practically has to carry you to bed.

On the way back to your home, you make a quick stop at a little building with a pink awning. “Lily’s Bakery,” the sign reads in looping cursive. You pop in quickly and return moments later with a matching pink box.

“What’s that?” Jake asks.

“You’ll see,” you say with a glint in your eye.

After you’ve cooked and eaten Jake’s favorite dinner, you bring out the pink box again. You tell Jake to close his eyes, and, with a little eye roll, he complies. There’s some rustling, the sound of a box opening, and the click of a lighter before you say, “Okay, open!”

Jake uncovers his eyes, and he’s shocked by the gasp that leaves him. In front of him is a chocolate chip cookie cake that you’ve added candles to. Blue letters spell out, “Happy Birthday Jake,” and there’s even a little taxi cab drawn with frosting.

“I hope this is okay,” you say quickly. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of cake…”

“Are you kidding? This is perfect,” Jake assures you, blinking back the tears in his eyes.

When you sing “Happy Birthday” to him in the comfort of your home, Marc and Steven join in from the headspace.

“Okay, blow out the candles and make a wish!” you say.

Jake doesn’t need any wishes. He already has everything he could ever want right in front of him.

“What about next year?” Jake asks as the two of you lay in bed that night.

“What do you mean?” You roll onto your side to face him.

“My birthday next year. Do we skip it?’

“Of course not,” you say. “We’ll just celebrate the day before or after.”

Jake hums.

“Is that okay?” you ask.

If you had asked Jake that a year ago, the answer would have been a flat-out “no.” He hated drawing attention to himself, hated being fussed over. He felt like he didn’t deserve it.

What a difference a year makes, though. Instead, he smiles at you and says, “That sounds nice.”

“Happy birthday, Jake,” you whisper, leaning over to kiss him softly before returning your head to the pillow. “I love you.”

By the time he murmurs back, “I love you, too,” you’re already asleep.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! Also, I have some ideas for follow-ups with Steven picking his birthday, plus celebrating Marc’s birthday, so let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in! :)

#moon knight #mcu #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #x reader #jace writes #jake lockley x reader #just realized i managed to spell lockley wrong in the tags whoops

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solar-wing · 5 months

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⚣ Holidays with the Waynes 🦃

⚣🦃 A/N → This idea came randomly, conveniently after Thanksgiving. To everyone that celebrates, Happy Turkey Day (he said about two weeks late) and Indigenous People's Remembrance Day. Also, everyone congratulate me. I finally made a fic under 1000 words. I almost made it longer to but stopped myself. This is why it takes so long to get posts out of me. Just when I think I'm done, I add more. WARNINGS: none. just typical Wayne chaoticness

⚣🦃 Summary → His life is like a reality show and every day is a new episode, with the holidays being their own specials. So, when a classmate asks him how his Thanksgiving was, how does the youngest Wayne son even come up with a response?

⚣🦃 Words → 622

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🦃

“So, Y/N, how was your Thanksgiving?”

What a loaded question.

*cue the flashback ripples*

“Damian, why is the turkey in my bedroom?” The youngest Wayne asked after entering the kitchen and finding his half-brother sitting at the island.

“Master Y/N, if you’re going to be eating in your room, I do ask you put a cover over your sheets to avoid crumbs and stains, please,” Alfred said while seasoning one of the various dishes for their dinner.

“Oh, Alfred, it’s not like that. It’s–” Y/N tried to explain before stopping himself after Damian sent him a glare, warning him not to utter another word or else, “It’s just that I sometimes get after-dinner cravings and don’t feel like making the trip to the kitchen. Won’t happen again, though.”

Alfred gave him a suspicious look after glancing at Damian who was avoiding his gaze, before nodding his head and continuing his food preparations. The two brothers both looked at each other before the youngest nodded his head towards the door, making his way out of the kitchen while trying not to act even more suspicious knowing the butler was watching his every move.

Damian quickly moved in tow behind his brother, following him to one of the sitting rooms. A cautious measure to ensure they were out of earshot.

“Next time, scan the room before you start blabbing off as you usually do,” Damian said, his usual annoyed and slightly threatening squint in his eyebrows.

“I do not blab, thank you very much,” Y/N said, his hands on his hips and breath huffing out, showing his clear offense to his brother’s statement.

“History would beg to differ.”

Y/N scoffed with an eye roll, “Whatever. Why is the school’s Thanksgiving turkey mascot currently nesting in my room?”

“I overheard one of the faculty members talking about how good the animal was going to taste on their plates come Thanksgiving dinner, and I refused to let an innocent animal be subjected to such brutality.”

“Okay, but you can’t just kidnap the turkey, Damian! Let alone hide it in my room!”

“First, his name is Tiny. Please, give him the respect of using his name. Second, he’s happier and more relaxed in your room. I think he enjoys your color scheme.” Damian said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I–... Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were a Kardashian.”

“Less authentic and more plastic. Also, you know how Father feels about that family, especially the mother. And, how would you feel if someone tried to chop off your head and limbs so you could be put on a platter that serves 6-10?” The Boy Wonder questioned, mirroring his brother’s body language with his hands on his hips.

“Damian, you literally chased me around the house with your sword last Tuesday.”

“I thought we were playing tag.”

“Who plays tag with a sword?!”

“People who don’t want to get tagged.”

“I–... No words. None whatsoever.”

“Does this mean you’ll let Tiny room with you tonight?”

“Fine.”

For the rest of that Thanksgiving break, Y/N spent it with a roommate who would wake him up at the ass crack of dawn with a series of short, noisy clucks. The youngest Wayne had to explain to his father that he was listening to a new LO-FI relaxing tracks of bird sounds to help him relax.

He received many strange looks from his various family members.

“Oh, just the usual stuff. Holidays with my family are pretty lame. Anyway, what about your family?” Y/N answered, lying straight through his two front teeth.

Holidays with his family were never lame, but also never normal.

BONUS:

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️| Masterlists | ☀️

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jubileemon · 22 days

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A Serpent Allowed Into Heaven

It was a snake that first tempted Eve. Fittingly, it's a snake that is the first sinner in hell to be redeemed. Sir Pentious was only supposed to be a one-off villain, but Vivienne Medrano brought him back as the second guest in the series. Keeping with sins being turned around into virtues, Sir Pentious converts fluently from a harmless villain who made an impact for the whole exorcism.

His freedom seems based on no Overlord considering him to be a soul worthy of collecting, and was only taken in by the Vees for a one-off job to spy on the Hotel because he’s a desperate nobody with no direct ties to them that Charlie would easily take pity on. Indeed she does, even after he’s outed as a spy for the Vees and was willing to give him a second chance for real redemption.

His chaos and paranoia around the hotel during his first week leads to Vaggie and Charlie taking action in two pivotal ways:

Firstly, Vaggie confiscated Pentious' weapons and puts Alastor in possession of his Egg Boiz. While accompanying Alastor for the day, one of his eggs Frank accidentally ends up following him into a meeting with his fellow Overlords. Frank was so unnoticeable that he’s used by Alastor to spy on Carmilla, allowing Alastor to learn that she knows how angels can be killed which is a valuable piece of information that eventually leads to the hotel fighting back against the Exorcists six months later. As another insult to Vox for sending Pentious to the hotel in the first place, because Pentious doesn't believe Frank when he blabs about it when recounting his day. According to him, “they say insane shit all the time!”

That knowledge remains hidden, until there's only a month left until the Exorcists return and Alastor uses Charlie’s desperation to strike a deal with her in exchange for the secret that was the very thing he was trying to prevent.

Secondly, Charlie decides to initiate a trust exercise in response to Pentious' behavior. This leads to a chaotic exercise where the group is forced to fight together in a turf war. Knowing Sir Pentious wouldn't stand a chance, Angel Dust chose to rescue him, marking their first act of camaraderie and the group starting to become friends.

After Mimzy caused loan sharks to attack the hotel, Sir Pentious rescued Niffty from the carnage, instantly proving Lucifer wrong about sinners. However, this goes unnoticed because Lucifer and Charlie are too busy arguing. Interestingly, the choice of character Sir Pentious protects is Niffty, Adam's future executioner.

Lastly, during the battle against the Exorcists, Sir Pentious makes a selfless charge on Adam in his death machine. Since Sir Pentious is just a nameless soldier to Adam that he has no personal vendetta with. In "Welcome To Heaven", his antics kept him out of focus the whole court assessment, but he forgoes beating him down like Alastor and Charlie and instantly vaporises him on sight. This act not only sets off Charlie's demon form and the ensuing scuffle that allows Lucifer to intervene, but leads Sir Pentious to be ascended to Heaven for his sacrifice as undisputed proof to Sera that sinners can be redeemed.

Having cleared his conscience, humbled himself, and sacrificed himself for his friends, Sir Pentious is the first sinner to be admitted into Heaven. This is not only significant because Charlie's plan actually worked, but it is also important that a serpentine being is the first to escape Hell.

According to the story of Original Sin, Eve was first tempted to eat the forbidden fruit by a serpent. After Adam and Eve's betrayal is discovered by God, the serpent is also punished for being the instigator and is forced to crawl on its belly for its whole life. Considering that the serpent initiated humanity's fall from grace, Sir Pentious's acceptance into Heaven makes an even bigger point that any sinner can be redeemed.

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ivysenpai3 · 4 months

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Decided to do a Tokyo Revengers gc😂, hope you like it.

Desc: Smiley accidentally spills readers crush so now she's pissed.

Chaotic GC

Mikey: Hey everyone

Ran: Hey Mickey✨😌

Mikey: It's Mikey, not Mickey😐

Ran: I know, just wanna get on your nerves 😌

Draken: You just had to, didn't you, Haitani? 🙄

Ran: Leave me alone 😤

Smiley: Has anyone talked to Y/N-chan since my slip up? 😅

Mikey: You fucked up big time.

Emma: Fr, fucking dumbass 💀

Y/N: Guys!!! 😭

Smiley: Y/N-chan!!! 😭😭

Y/N: Don't you dare, I will end you😐

Mikey: Dayum😂

Draken: She mad, good job bro👍

Y/N: You have no idea what you made me go through 😐😐

Emma: Utter humiliation?

Ran: Total disgrace?

Y/N: Precisely, gold star for you both😗✨

Ran: I'll cherish it forever 😭

Y/N: I even lost my phone 😭

Rindou: How is that his fault? 😐

Y/N: Story time Mfs😗😌

Chifuyu: Oh oh, start with once upon a time.

Y/N: It's quite long so.... Yh.... Once upon time, there lived a blabber mouth, called Nahoya, who couldn't keep his mouth shut and blabbed an unnecessary information about girl named Y/N.

Mikey: We know this part🙄

Y/N: Hush😪. Anyway, to sum it up, I went for a walk, yada yada yada, I met Inupi and Koko having such an adorable date 😭😭✨✨✨

Mikey: Ewww😐

Y/N: Inupi terrified me, but Koko was really nice and took me shopping.

Koko: Ya welcome 😌😌

Y/N: So in the process, my phone went missing. That is the end of my story😪😪😪

Draken: So wtf are u chatting with😐?

Y/N: Turns out it was with Koko, my mum called it, he answered and he dropped it over at my house.

Ran: Hold up, he knows your house now? 😐

Koko: Indeed I do😌✨

Chifuyu: So how much you want, Koko? 👀

Mikey: Aren't you broke? 👀

Chifuyu: No😐

Mikey:But when I asked you to buy me dorayaki, you said you were broke😭😭😭😭

Chifuyu: That was then😐 besides, Y/N is a girl🙂

Smiley: Wanna get a makeover, Mikey? 👀

Mikey: Yes I do, that's gender inequality right there 😭😭😭

Taiju: Do you idiots realize how late it is🙄?

Y/N: Oh shit.....

*Y/N has left the group*

Mikey: She left? 😭😭😭

Rindou: Your fault, Smiley😒

Smiley: I apologized 😭

Emma: No you didn't 😶

Shinichiro: You're all noisy, for fucks sake go to bed😑

Taiju: Yo Shin

Shinichiro: Yo Taiju

Waka: Yo

Mikey: Why are the old people coming now😶?

Waka: Tf😑😑

Emma: Shin-nii, I'm hungry 😭😭

Mikey: I'm hungry too

Izana: Same here😪😪

Shinichiro: The fuck😶? Y'all just ate😶😶

Mikey: We did not 'just' eat....

Izana: Yeah, that was like 30 minutes ago 😐😐

Ran: I'm so glad I don't have any younger siblings 😌😌👍👍😗😗

Rindou: Excuse me😐😐😐

*Rindou is Offline*

Ran: Holy shit, what have I done😐😐😐?

Koko: So there's only 1 Haitani left, right? 😂😂

Draken: Looks that way, Rindou's probably gonna drop Ran on the streets.

Ran: Shut up.

Izana: I'm still hungry😶😶

Waka: Young Kurokawa, we say 'hangry' not 'hungry'👍👍😌😌

Taiju: Fucking dumbass

Waka: Aye, aye, don't insult your elders.

Mikey: Big deal, you turned 22, we won't have peace of mind anymore 😐😐😐

Ran: So.... Um....

Chifuyu: How did it go? 😂

Ran: Whose house can I stay in at under short notice for two day😅😭

Shinichiro: It's a full house

Emma: Tell me about it

Waka: Takeomi and Benkai are already at my place 😪

Draken: Not enough room

Chifuyu: Baji-san and Kazutora are crashing at mine😗

Izana: You already heard it from Shin and Emma so I don't owe you an explanation ✨

Taiju: I would let you stay

Mikey: Plot twist coming 😪

Taiju: But I just wanna see you suffer and sleep on the streets😌

Mikey: Called it✨

Ran: Anyone, please 😭😭😭😭😭😭, I'm too handsome to sleep on the streets 😭😭😭

Mikey: Coughs in Spanish 💀

Ran: Got something to say midget😪

Mikey: No no, anyways, good night Haitani, have fine sleeping with the rats👍✨😌

Ran:

Hope you liked it😗😗🙂🙂, I originally got this gc idea from @mulletmitsuya so go check out their work.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers gc #ran haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers crack

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