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dlscenarios · 7 days

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Kiss It Better: Extended Version

Chapter III.

Disclaimer: Spoilers for Valhalla & Tenjiku Arcs. Again, this is cross-posted and I don’t have much experience with writing angst or multi-chapter fics. Feedback is appreciated.

ICYMI -> Chapter I Chapter II

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The evening started like any other. Despite it being Halloween, you went about your usual routine. Mikey had warned you that his gang would be participating in another brawl and suggested that you stay up late and wait for him or his friends to come brandishing their inevitable injuries. With your schedule cleared, you sat around, waiting for one of the boys to show up at your door.

The sky had turned dark when you finally heard a knock. Racing to the door, you opened it to reveal Manjiro's face covered in blood. You attempted to hide the way your body jolted at the sight of him. While he had come to you with an alarming amount of bruises or bleeding scratches before, this was more than you were used to seeing from him. You didn't know if you should be praying that it was someone else's blood or not.

You quickly ushered him to your bathroom and got out your well-loved first aid kit. After gingerly wiping the bucket of blood off of Mikey's face, you got to work in covering his open wounds with bandages. You were too absorbed in your task that you failed to notice the distant look in his tired eyes or the tight grip he had on something in his fist.

Manjiro was eerily silent this night. Usually, you wouldn't be able to shut him up, but he had yet to say anything since you had greeted him at the door.

When you reached for his hands, prepared to examine his busted knuckles, you finally noticed that he was holding something. You looked up at him, puzzled, before he turned his hand over. Resting in his palm was a beat-up purple omamori. The threads of its casing were frayed, exposing the aged paper's deteriorating edges. You furrowed your brows, confused on why he was carrying it. If it had been for good luck during the fight, he could have kept it in his pocket.

"It's Baji's." His voice was raspy and quiet as he spoke for the first time that night. "He wanted Toman's founders to have it."

"Why? He's a founder too."

Mikey refused to look at you, opting to gaze emptily at the trinket. He gulped before whispering, voice cracking against his will, "Baji's dead."

Your face fell, heart sinking into your stomach as your grip tightened on the bloodied rag in your hand. "...What?"

Manjiro straightened his stance. "Baji left Toman to be a spy. He wanted to protect us. He..." He huffed, "... He killed himself to protect us." He paused to hold up the omamori by its string with a bittersweet smile. "He got this the day we formed Toman. He kept it all these years."

You stared down at the trinket solemnly. Baji was only thirteen years old. He was a child. He had his whole life ahead of him, yet if Mikey was telling the truth, he gave it up for the people he cared about. The thought alone made you sick.

"Baji..." Your lip quivered as you breathed his name. Manjiro watched tears well up in your eyes as your chest heaved. Suddenly, you lunged into him, throwing your arms around his torso. Mikey's free hand rested on your back, the one cradling the omamori going limp at his side. He could feel tears of his own threatening to spill but swallowed them down, instead leaning his head into yours, nose in your hair. He could feel you sobbing into his chest, he didn't wish to burden you more. You needed comforting more than he did.

The rest of the night was all too similar to when Shinichiro had died. The only differences were that you were the one crying and Mikey had spent the night at your house. You shared the same bed again, but all that Toman's tough leader could do was lay awake and stare at the ceiling. He briefly glanced to your sleeping form, curled up beside him. Manjiro pursed his lips and rolled onto his other side. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off.

You thought that things would change after losing Baji. You thought that Mikey would take precautions to prevent the unnecessary deaths of anyone else. Unfortunately, you were wrong.

Months passed in the blink of an eye and a new storm had begun to brew. Toman was in the midst of their biggest battle. You weren't aware until it was too late.

You had been at home, lounging around when you received a call from an unknown number. When you answered, the voice of Toman's crybaby — "Takemitchy" as Mikey had called him — rang out. He sounded apprehensive, asking if you could come to the hospital.

"Something happened to Emma..."

He greeted you at the entrance of the floor he had told you to go to.

"Where's Emma?" You panted frantically.

His face dropped, shoulders slack. "I'm sorry..."

You looked passed him to see Manjiro slumped in one of the waiting room chairs. You pushed passed Takemichi and bounded over to your friend, sliding onto your knees before him. "Manjiro!" His face was gaunt as he lifted his head. It was like he was a shell of the boy you had grown so close to, remaining expressionless as you grabbed his hand.

A sudden loud thud caused you to jump and whip around. Draken, Toman's vice captain, had punched the wall he was now facing, balled up fists trembling as he fell to his knees. You knew he had feelings for Emma, you also knew that his feelings were requited. You were the only one Emma could gush to about her brother's best friend, despite how everyone except the pair themselves could see how lovesick they were. Mikey had shared to you how he had dreamed of his sister and best friend getting married and having a family of their own. If only the two would confess.

You turned back to Mikey and gently cupped his face, thumb softly trailing along his cheek. Takemichi approached you, causing you to look up at him.

"Kisaki did it. He killed Emma."

While you didn't know who Kisaki was — you assumed the boys did — why would he kill Emma? She wasn't involved in the gang's drama. The only connection she had to it was being her brother's sister. Was it an attack on Mikey?

Drowning out Takemichi's ramblings of revenge, Mikey's cold hands silently lowered yours from his cheeks. You lifted one up to press a soft kiss to his knuckle. It wouldn't bring back Emma, but you hoped it would at least remind him that you're still by his side. Vacant eyes stared down at you, unblinking as your thumb gently rubbed the top of Manjiro's hand. The room was still aside from the choked sobs from Draken behind you.

With a lack of response from your friend, you turned your head to rest on Mikey's thigh. After getting situated, you tensed at the sudden feel of a hand on your head, their fingers hesitantly fiddling with your hair as you hugged Manjiro's leg.

Manjiro was your best friend, yet here he was with his life falling apart right in front of him. He had lost both of his siblings and one of his closest friends in the span of a few years. The teenager couldn't even breathe without someone he cared about getting ripped away from him. You were starting to feel a little useless. Manjiro trusted you, yet all you could do was sit by and watch haplessly as he decays.

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waxing2you · 2 months

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hey gang! haven't posted in a while. so let's talk about the boiled one phenomenon/TOE, that webseries with the character that made me unable to sleep correctly for a few days.

okay, so, i do believe that uh. thing with the hands. his name's locust. i'm not very sure how he ties into the story, but i do know a few things. when he gets a victim, he hollows them out- making it look as though nothing happened- and takes their heart (or, in the title, a "love thumper"). i'm not very sure how TOE (the organate enterprises) fits into it, but based on what i'm seeing, it seems to be the company behind the nature broadcast, the ad for the star candies, and whatever showed up after the ad for the star candies. do i know what this means? of course not

okay here's the part that i'm definitely sure of. there's lots of references to the bible, and locusts. i'm not christian, or even that interested in the bible, so if anyone wants to correct me here, do it. however, the locusts in the bible eat everything they come across. also, locust is mentioned in revelations (which i will talk about in a minute)

the boiled one's introduction has heavy, HEAVY references to the bible. mostly, i saw the sky opening up and the trumpets in the ears of the victims as VERY biblical sounding. however, when zamperini's (his name is likely a reference to watanabe matsuhiro, who was in the japanese military and a known war criminal) laying in the bed while being interviewed, we see the sign about jesus turn into "i can see you" above him. we can also see the uh. hair? spikes? whatever? of the boiled one in the window. personally, i see it as very similar to how god watches over people- all-seeing, all-knowing, etc etc. plus, most of the events in the fetal fanfare part (sky opening, trumpets) tie directly to revelations. plus, the "tree of heaven" part ties to it as well... but i don't know about a tree of heaven. maybe it may tie to the garden of eden? but i'm unsure. anyways, time to focus on zamperini, the war vet.

job zamperini, while being a reference to the events of prisoners of war in japan, also references job's suffering in the bible. again, not a christian, but job's story involves god taking everything from him. plus, the ephrata branch (according to comments under emortalmarcus's video) is named after a town in pennsylvania. ephrata, while being a town in PA (which may tie to why it wasn't placed in zamperini's original hometown) sounds similar to efrata/efrat, which is an israeli settlement, believed to be the original location of bethlehem- more ties to religion and christ.

overall, i personally believe it's leading to a focus on zamperini and watanabe. zamperini turned to christ to deal with the pain and suffering he endured while a prisoner of war, and watanabe died in 2003. i do believe the boiled one is watanabe's ghost coming back and using biblical imagery, themes, and events to torment him further. however, i'm not very sure how my boy locust ties into this (and i haven't even SPOKEN about that creature that follows you after the lights turn off) or how TOE ties into that and all. overall, i need me some more lore to figure out if doctor nowhere is focusing completely on zamparini's story, or if he's using it as a symbol of war (like one of the comments on the original series said)

overall 10/10 series i saw the boiled one on a thumbnail of a video and genuinely shat myself

#waxing to you guys #the boiled one phenomenon #doctor nowhere #analog horror #phen 228

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xaeethebaee · 1 year

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Shuji x Shortcake

Minors DNI! Mature audiences ONLY!

After over a decade, you reunited with your childhood best friend Shuji Hanma after moving back to Japan. Things seem great however the more you've spent time with him, the more you learn about the dark activities he has been into since you last saw him.

Warnings! Violence, mentions of murder, smoking, Hanma being a giant intimidating doofus, and strong sexual content. More warnings will be added for individual chapters.

This fic contains both fluff and smut in addition to some dark content (Hanma is in a gang after all).

Word Count: 3.1k

A/n: This is my very first fanfic for Tokyo Revengers. Also, I am still not fully caught up with the manga; therefore, some of the characters may be a little ooc. Lastly, italic means it is a flashback.

Also also: This is my first official post on Tumblr, and I am still trying to figure out how to navigate it.

Chapter ONE

It was a fateful day at the park when you were seven years old. A downpour has just passed through the area, allowing for the sun to emerge from the darkened clouds. Intrigued by the wet surroundings, you decided to go to the local park to play on the swing set. That was when a complete stranger approached you from behind. The stranger with short black and blonde hair was the same age as you albeit he was taller than the average seven-year-old kid. Once he is within arms reach, he grabs a handful of mud from the ground.

"Hey!"

The strange kid called for you as you swung by your lonesome. Your attention was then directed at him, turning your face and noticing a shit-eating grin adorning his.

"Who are you?" You asked him, curious and a bit unnerved by his presence.

Upon hearing your question, the boy's grin grew wider and mischief and excitement filled his golden eyes.

"Hanma Shuji! Wanna watch me eat this mud?!"

His response caused a look of disgust to plague your face.

"That is gross!" You shrieked at him. "Don't do that!"

"Too late!"

The kid named Hanma ignored your protests before shoving the handful of mud into his mouth.

"Ewww!" You cry out.

Hanma finishes his earthly meal and then he opens his mouth to show you. You only slightly gag at his gross actions; however, you nonetheless found yourself being charmed by the tall boy.

Almost immediately, Hanma doubled over, vomiting out the mud. Some of the contents nearly getting on you. Instead of running away, you find yourself rubbing Hanma's back as he vomits out the mud he previously ate.

"I told you that was gross." You scold.

"Hell yes, but it was still cool!"

Hanma gleefully smiled despite green flushing his cheeks. You let out giggles seeing his happy state before you promptly agree with his statement.

"Pretty cool actually."

"Yay! We should be friends!" He offers right before he once again doubles over to vomit.

You only watched with half disgust and half intrigue while the tall boy hacks out the rest of the eaten mud. Soon enough, he turns back to you and that was when he noticed a gold necklace around your neck.

"That's a nice necklace!" He compliments, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"Thanks." You respond. "My name is L/n Y/n by the way."

Excited, Hanma just smiled.

"Awesome! Then we should be friends!"

"Yes. We should." Came your soft reply, happy that you've made your very first friend.

From that day forward, you two were inseparable. Even though you went to a different school than him, he still found a way to meet up with you and you two would walk together while holding hands, eventually arriving at the same park. Hanma often pushed you on the swings, you two slid down the slide together, and your absolute favorite was leaning on Hanma as you sat on top of the monkey bars, watching the beautiful Tokyo sky. Soon enough, it became apparent that Hanma was more than just your best friend. He became your protector.

"LET GO OF ME!"

You screamed at a delinquent kid who had you cornered as he grabbed at your hair. He only laughs at your terrified form while he notices the gold piece of jewelry hanging around your neck.

"That's a cute necklace. Mind if I take it?"

"NO!"

Your feeble arms try pushing the much bigger kid away from you but to no avail. He only grabs the necklace roughly before yanking it off your neck, snapping it into pieces. Disappointed, he only faces you.

"This cheap piece of shit!"

The boy raises his hand and swings it directly at your face. All you could do was shield yourself from the incoming impact however it never came. All you hear is a familiar chuckle and when you open your eyes you notice Shuji Hanma standing right next to the boy while having a strong grip on his arm.

"I'm here now. He won't hurt you again."

Hanma only says before punching the kid in the face, knocking him down. You watch as he proceeds to kick his stomach and face repeatedly. Eventually, you pulled Hanma away from the kid who was now covered in scars and bruises. The both of you watch as the humiliated and terrified bully sprint away from you two. Hanma could only laugh at his retreating form while you are on the verge of tears when you see the broken pieces of your jewelry on the ground. Upset, you kneel down to pick up the necklace, tears pouring from your e/c orbs.

"This was my favorite necklace." You sob.

His face of amusement was quickly replaced by a look of absolute concern as this is the first time seeing you cry. Unsure of what to do, he impulsively wraps his arms around your body allowing you to cry into his chest. Tears soak his t-shirt while he begins to gently rock you as if you were a baby.

"Please don't cry."

He only says however his soft words and warm embrace calmed you down. Your sobs stopped and they did not go unnoticed by your tall friend. Slowly, you separate from his hold, looking up at him with gratitude. Your teared-stained face smiled softly at him.

"Thank you, Shu."

You say to him, causing a blush to form on his cheeks. Heat rises on yours as you realize what you've called him.

"Sorry I-"

"Shu is a cool-ass name!" Hanma happily responds.

You can only giggle at his excitement.

Over the next few years, you two developed a strong bond, but like all good things, it eventually had to end. That end came when you two reached twelve years old and you were told by your parents that they decided to move back to the United States. Your heart is shattered upon hearing the news because that means you will no longer be able to see Hanma.

That morning was one of the worst mornings of your life as you stood with tears in your eyes to bid farewell to the tall boy. A river of tears flows down Shuji's face hearing those final words leave your lips.

"Shu? I don't know when I'll be able to see you again."

Your voice croaks with sadness as Hanma just pats your head.

"It's okay, Shortcake." He responds.

Though you're upset, you cannot help but cringe at the pet name.

"You're still on that?"

"Hell yea. You're short and you love cake, so Shortcake!" He stupidly jokes earning a pained giggle from you.

"You're always so corny when I am upset."

Hanma pulls you into a tight hug.

"It's the only thing I know that can make you smile."

He remarks, rocking you back and forth.

"It was fun while it lasted." You say to him while holding him.

"Yea. It was."

After a minute, you peel away from him. You then reach for something in your pocket. Hanma watches as you pull out pieces of the gold necklace. A bittersweet feeling overtakes his body upon seeing the piece of jewelry.

"Here."

You present one of the broken pieces to him, which he happily takes.

"Wow. Thanks."

"Keep it as something to remember me by."

You command before giving him another hug. The second hug was cut short when you two hear the beeping of the car, signaling you that it was time to leave. Separating from him, you give him one more smile.

"Stay safe out there."

He ruffles your hair while you gave him a nod. Hanma watches with teary eyes as you get into your parent's car before it quickly drives away.

It has been more than a decade since you've last seen and heard from Shuji Hanma. After graduating high school and saving up enough money, you've managed to find a way to move back to Tokyo, Japan. You're now employed at a fancy restaurant serving food to wealthy guests with a satisfied smile on your face.

You've had a long night at the restaurant, and you've decided to relax by running a hot steamy bath as soon as you returned home. You can feel the stress in your body melt away like ice cream on a hot day as you relax in your jacuzzi tub. Nighttime is approaching, so there is a beautiful orange glow radiating in your luxury bathroom. The tension in your muscles eases as you release a calming breath.

"Oh...I almost forgot."

You remark with a giggle while grabbing the bottle of bubble bath soap before pouring the contents into the hot water. In no time, the bubbles form with the help of the working jets pushing water against your body, massaging you in the process. Soon enough, bubbles cover the entire surface of the water and the sweet smell of peach overtakes the bathroom and seeps into your attached bedroom.

You've become completely at ease with the relaxing atmosphere. From all the long hours working at the restaurant, there is no doubt in your mind that you deserve this relaxing time. Just you, the hot and steamy water, and the bubbles.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

You remark with satisfaction in your voice.

You can hear your tv in your bedroom. A news report is being broadcasted and the news anchor speaks with a sense of urgency in his voice. Some of his words go in one of your ears and out the other; however, you vaguely recall him talking about a series of gang-related violence that has been happening around Tokyo lately. You also hear him mention the Kanto Manji Gang which has been something that you've been hearing a lot recently.

"Kanto Manji Gang, huh?"

You only remark before washing up and getting out of the bathtub. Now listening more closely to the news broadcast as you put on your night clothes, the anchor then explains that the local law enforcement is still suspecting that the Kanto Manji Gang is responsible for the sudden outburst of violence. He added that everyone should be extra cautious when going out at night as that's when many of the brutal attacks - sometimes murders - occur.

An unnerving feeling seeps into your body; however, you just brush it off before heading to bed.

The next day is mundane as you finish getting ready for work. Deciding to walk down memory lane, you make your way to the park. You're sitting on the swing while watching the Tokyo sky. The light from the sun above reflects off your dangling gold ear piercings. Slowly swinging back and forth, you check the time on your phone, realizing it is time for you to make your way to your place of employment.

Quickly, you get back onto your feet while pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder and you start walking out of the park and towards the train station.

Unbeknownst to you, a tall figure lingers in the shadows nearby. He watches you leave as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He only smiles while breathing out a breathy chuckle.

"Long time, no see, Shortcake."

He says while running his fingers through his neck-length black and gold hair.

Arriving at the restaurant you are greeted by your work friend in the employees-only area. You did not get a chance to begin changing into your uniform when your work friend starts to ask you about your plans for the upcoming weekend.

“Nothing but watching tv, why?”

You respond.

“Great! Wanna come to a party with me?” She asks.

“A party?”

You ask your work friend, perplexed by her request as you put your things away in your locker. Shaking your head, you put on your nametag.

“I don’t go out, plus with the craziness that’s going on right now, I’d rather stay inside.”

“Come on, Y/n! Please! The Haitani Brothers are hosting”

Your work friend pleads. Her hands clasp around yours as she starts getting down to her knees.

“Do you know who the Haitani brothers are, Y/n?! The hottest brothers in Tokyo and they host the best parties in the country. So many celebrities and executives attend, and for ONCE I managed to get an invitation!”

“How?”

Came your question as your eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“They have these lotteries and I won two invitations.”

“You only wanna go there just to fuck someone.”

You call out to which your work friend laughs in agreement.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. What if I get to meet THE Ran Haitani or his equally sexy brother Rindou? You know how much I adore them.”

“Yea. Yea, I know, but I also know they allegedly have ties to the Kanto Man-”

You’re quickly cut off by your friend as she covers your mouth with her palm.

“We don’t utter that name.” She scolds while having a serious look on her face.

You were not going to allow yourself to be persuaded into going to such a place, especially after everything you’ve been hearing about lately. You know there are rumors circling around those Haitani Brothers and their alleged association with the infamous Kanto Manji Gang. You’re adamant about your decision to stay a hundred miles away from that party and your friend noticed it. Realizing there is no way to convince you otherwise, she steps away from you and heaves out a sigh.

“Fine. I’ll ask someone else then.”

You can hear the disappointed tone in her voice as she brushes past you and into the kitchen. You can only shake your head before clocking into your shift.

The night is proceeding as normal. You greet the wealthy guests when they have been sat down at your section and then proceed to take their orders. Every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of your friend smirking in your direction. That smirk is all too familiar as you know she has not fully given up. The only thing you do is ignore her and continue with your night.

Towards the end of your shift, you can feel the atmosphere around the establishment run cold. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you sense a pair of eyes peering at you as you bring drinks to one of your tables. Looking up, you notice a group of well-dressed men is sat in a private area of the restaurant. One of the men stands out as you make eye contact with him from across the restaurant. Quickly, you look away however you can still sense his set of eyes staring at you.

Men in suits are a very common sight; however, these particular men exude a dangerous aura. Even the guests around you have a look of concern plastered on their faces when they noticed the men.

“They are the--”

One man starts to speak but he is swiftly hushed by the people sitting at his table. It goes without a doubt in your mind about the group of men. Their infamy strikes fear into the hearts of many that it is to the point where people believe that just speaking their name will bring bad luck onto them.

You’re fully aware of all the rumors and hearsay about the gang. Although you are anxious due to being under the same roof, you nevertheless continue working as normal.

Around twenty minutes have passed and there is still a sense of uneasiness in the air. You’re then approached by the manager whose body is shaking with terror.

“Oh wow. You should take a deep breath.”

You say to him in a weak attempt to calm him down. Despite that, he takes your advice, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. It relaxes him just enough for him to give you an all-important task.

“Their food is ready, so I need you to bring it to them.”

Perplexed, you respond:

“But that’s not my section. What happened to--”

“Kosuke had to leave early due to feeling ‘sick’.”

Your manager responds, referring to one of your coworkers who did suddenly go missing. Sighing, you just nod without giving any other response.

The entire restaurant watches as you bring the freshly cooked food over to the questionable men occupying the table in the private section.

“Here’s your food, sirs.”

You approach their table with a smile on your face while the anxiety in your body reaches a nuclear level. Most of the men just look at you with a blank expressions on their faces, and none of them spoke. They just watched as you present them with their food. During that, your attention is caught by one of the men with black and blonde hair. He is the only one in the group who has a chilling smirk on his face.

You attempt to ignore it; however, that is when you notice a familiar piece of jewelry dangling from his ear. That jewelry, the hair color, height, and even the grin plastered on his face eerily reminds you of your childhood best friend. You then notice Sin and Punishment inked on his hands as he grabs at his chopsticks. Seeing that, you recall a specific conversation with said friend about how he wanted to get tattoos.

“You should get Kanji characters because I think they look so cool!”

Came your adolescent voice.

“But I want something related to being a delinquent too.” He responds.

You shake off the brief flashback once you finish serving the meals to the men.

“Enjoy your meals, sirs!”

You say before turning your heels and leaving. The chilling man could only chuckle again while watching you power-walk back into the kitchen.

After that encounter, you feel slightly lightheaded, and you just now notice your heart pumping erratically. Stepping out of the back exit you are met with the open back lot and the cool nighttime breeze.

“Are you okay?!” Your work friend hastily approaches, concerned.

“Yea. I’ll be aight.”

Your response was shaky as you attempt to regain your composure. ‘Was it really who I think it was or is my mind playing tricks on me?’ You internally ask yourself while heaving out a sigh.

“You really need to decompress after tonight.”

Your work friend remarks, and even though you’re not looking at her, you can hear the smirk in her tone.

“Oh shit. Here we go again.” You grumble, turning to face her with a disgruntled look.

“I wonder if there is somewhere you can go, where you can let out some stream, preferably through dancing. You may even have really good cocktails and also meet really sexy men.”

“I can dance and make cocktails at home.”

You stubbornly interject; however, your friend immediately counters your response.

“But do you know any sexy men at home?”

Unable to come up with an answer, you remain silent. A wide smirk peers across your friend’s face when she realizes, she has succeeded in her persuasion.

“I’ll text you later on tonight. We can go shopping tomorrow for our party outfits.”

She says, going back into the restaurant, leaving you feeling defeated and unnerved.

[Feedback and other interactions are always appreciated.]

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grimmdeltarune · 29 days

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WALL-BREAKER - GRIMM'S 200 POST EXTRAVAGANZA!

Hallow one and all! It seems like only yesterday I hit one hundred posts and made some art for the occasion of my golden girl, Sketchit. But now, a new milestone has been hit. I'd like to take this occasion to share with all of you the Tumbal Retake, news for the blog, special thanks, and of course. . .

WALL-BREAKER

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Firstly, I'd like to take the time to detail Tumbal's backstory has I have not delved into it all that much on the Blog. The story starts with a pre-Secret Boss Tumbal as an optimistic actor ready to put their best foot, or root in this case, forward. He eventually got a role as an Outlaw in a western, which was the first project that good ol' Mr. Rook Action was directing. All went well until the day of shooting, where a freak accident occurred. Tumbal was shot with what the crew thought was a prop gun. As the shot rang out through the set, the cast and crew ran out, ignoring the body of Tumbal in the process. That is where he found himself, a bullet through his heart on his deathbed with no one to remember his legacy. . .Until a figure appeared to Tumbal. He told him that his time was not over just yet, as well as a new way of seeing the world, as a performance put on to entertain the higher beings. . .After that, Tumbal was left alone in that set for years, rotting into what he is today. He now uses any props he can scavenge as puppets to lure in Darkners to make friends with them, before brutally tearing them apart. This is the state The Fun Gang finds Tumbal in on their journey through Homewood. . .

Secondly, as I did with Sketchit, I'd like to explain how WALL-BREAKER would sound as a song. Of course, the song would use motifs from Battle Against a True Hero and Your Best Nightmare as well as using the Freedom Motif. The song would have a very frantic feel to it, shown through the pacing and use of the instruments. Throughout the song, some sort of banjo or guitar would be played over the track, being used for the beginning and even the Freedom Motif. The song would also reference the lietmotifs of Tenna and Rook's battle themes, in reference to his backstory. Near the end, the song would basically go insane and lose all rhyme or reason and eventually end with the sound of the banjo used in the song being smashed to pieces as an ominous voice laughs in the distance.

Next, I would like to discuss a few posts that will be made in the near future and changes to a few of my Secret Bosses. Firstly, Pocket Sand will be continuing containing the one and only Rouxls Kaard as well as Sketchit! This will be out around next week, or whenever I have time to write it. Secondly, I will be moving a few of my bosses to a group I like to call the Misfits. These bosses are ones that are basically the only part of their AUs, which will include people such as Funn N. Gaems, Fredde-E, Rustflare, Inkwel, and the other Chapter Three Secret Boss takes I made that one time. This will not mean that they will disappear, only that they have a new group name and could potentially be moved out of The Misfits if I find their stories interesting. . . Thirdly, as always, The Ask Box is wide open for anyone to throw questions, suggestions, or anything else at my characters and myself. You can literally ask any of my Deltarune based characters. The sky's the limit.

Finally, I want to give a huge round of applause to all of the people who have helped me along my journey as an artist and as a member of the Secret Boss Fandom. @mercair , you bring so many wonderful ideas and designs to the table and your characters are always a delight to draw and design for. Rest assured, you're not getting rid of my System or our nonsense at your expense any time soon. @creepa-b0t-inc , you have been an amazing part of this community, working on so many amazing projects yet still finding time to help smaller creators, such as myself. I am so glad that I know someone such as yourself and it's been amazing knowing you. @glitch-the-artist , you are an amazing traditional artist that I have adored for so long. Your work and dedication to your craft has inspired my own work and my own aspirations to get better at art. @almightyaxolotlz , I want to give you the most sincere "thank you" I could possibly muster up for being the voice of Sketchit. Thank you so much for caring about this character as much as you do and not letting Chapter X fall to the wayside. @mrchaosman , you have so much potential and so many great ideas. You're honestly an unsung hero of the community and you deserve a lot more respect for the dedication you bring to the Secret Boss Community. @petra-creat0r , you're one of the most talented artists I know and never fail to bring a sincere smile to my face. Your love for your characters and this community is inspiring and I can't wait to see what you do next. Any to everyone I did not mention, I just want to say, thank you. Thank you for inspiring me to continue being a member of this community and for allowing me to get where I am now. Thank you so much, all of you. Now, I should probably get to replying to some posts right about now. . .Goodfright to you all!

-Best Regards, Jackal.

Thanks for everything.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss #deltarune fan character #secret boss #deltarune chapter 3 #tumbal #WALL-BREAKER #secret boss oc #Thank you #Thank you so much everyone #I can't even begin to describe how much you all mean to me.#Just. . .thanks guys. . .#Cheers to the next hundred!

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Star River Descending

----- Star River Descending || Rez Zotto [NIJISANJI EN] Birthday Fiction

Summary : In the dark outer space, there is a spill of stars that forms a flowing river in the sky. This silvery stream of stars will look more radiant and beautiful on the alien prince's birthday. But this year was different, for among this stream of countless shining stars, two stars could finally align.

WC : 2620 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), alien! reader, aide! reader, hints of lore, MLQC references, WMMAP references, etc.

Featured Characters : ILUNA members.

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : I keep questioning myself, can I write my birthday fictions on time? This is the fastest I can post. Anyway, happy birthday Ren! Please eat some cakes!

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"I heard there’s a new student in Kyo's and Mari's class." The Celestial One started the topic of gossip as soon as he entered Ren and Scarle's class with Aia.

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, the Moon Gang always gathered at the one place they agreed upon beforehand. That day, everyone agreed to gather in Ren and Scarle's class. Aster immediately turned around a chair and sat himself facing Ren while Aia stood beside him.

"Really?" Aia seemed to think, trying to remember where she heard that rumor before. “Hold on. Are they the alien-kind walking with the principal this morning?”

"Yeah, they’re the one. We saw them passing by our class with the principal today, right?” Aster confirmed Aia's statement.

Scarla who had just finished talking with her classmates also joined in the conversation. “Ah, yes. I heard about them too,” she chuckled.

As Aster, Aia, and Scarle discussed the new student, confusion was painted on Ren's face. He sat in front of Aster in silence, trying to work his brain. “What? New student? How come I'm just hearing this now?? And they’re an alien?" Ren asked in confusion.

"You don't know, Ren?" Aster was also confused. "I thought you'd know, since they’re an alien."

"No, this is a news to me."

“Ren might know them,” Scarle leaned against the frame of the window. "But for now, he might had no idea about who they are. I'll ask Kyo to bring them to us.” The enchantress distanced herself a bit from the others. She couldn't take the risk if her magic to hit her friends. She raised her staff and practiced magic to send a telepathic message to Kyo.

From the very beginning, Ren had indeed felt something strange. He had a hunch, but he still doubted it. There's no way an ordinary alien could do space-traveling. If so, what was their purpose? Were they targeting Ren? If they were indeed targeting Ren, where did this alien get information about Ren's whereabouts. Ren himself told very few people about his departure when he left his home planet.

However, something suddenly clicked inside of him, taking him by surprise. “Don’t tell me…” he mumbled. Not wanting to think about it, Ren faced the Celestial One. “Aster, you seriously can't identify her life essence? You're literally the one and only celestial being here."

"Nope, I can't. I'm sorry." Aster rejected the frustrated Ren without hesitation. “This alien really has the ability to disguise their life essence.”

Ren fell silent. Aster's statement made his doubts begin to fade. Now he was more and more sure about who this alien student is. “Disguise their life essence, huh?”

“What, you have any idea who this person is?” Aster asked the alien prince.

Meanwhile, Ren was just massaging his temples because of the sudden migraine he felt from too much thinking. "Just tell Kyo and Mari to bring them here first."

“My liege…”

Shortly after you said it, one of the friends you know from your class today, namely Kyo, suddenly bursted out laughing—again. You could see Kyo already hugging his aching stomach from laughing too much. Hearing that uncontrollable laugh, Ren glared at Kyo.

As soon as you arrived at the doorway of Ren and Scarle's class, you immediately froze. Your heart beat so fast, seeing the figure you've been longing for. Of course, the whole sentence suddenly trapped in your throat. The only thing you could say was the honorific you used to address him.

“Just Ren will do here, [Y/N],” the alien prince sighed. “We’re not on our home planet. In this institute, I'm just one among many students. I'm not a prince here, and you're not my aide either."

Those words certainly surprised you. You never once dreamed of calling him by his own name. “H-huh? Celestial Ones forbid!” You waved your hands in front of you, shook your head in denial.

"Who says?"

“Wha—?!” You turned to the bicolor-eyed man only to felt he was pressuring you with an extremely heavy aura. The man named Aster resonated his celestial power to you. It felt like a mountain crushing on you. Your body shook violently and your breathed heavily. You could only freeze in fear.

“Aster, quit it. You scared them.” With a serious tone, Ren asked Aster to release his celestial power resonance from you.

Aster could only laughed lightly, "Haha, my bad."

You immediately crumpled the light-colored uniform you were wearing and took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air. If you were not trained enough for that sort of thing, you've already fallen to the floor. Luckily, your legs were still strong enough to support your body. Moreover, Maria was also by your side and hugged your hand as Aster was pressuring his power on you. The sweet living doll asked if you were okay, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“But Ren is right,” Aster continued, a sweet smile touching his lips. Seeing his smile, you suddenly forgot about that terrifying celestial being that just had you rooted to the spot. "We're equal here. Just be at ease and casual with each other.”

"Come on, [Y/N], try it." Kyo pushed you lightly. "Or I'll laugh every time I heard you addressing him with as 'my liege.'"

You were silent for a moment, hesitant to address Ren without his honorific. But when your eyes made contact with his blue ones, you found him nodding at you and smiling, reassuring you that he has allowed it and that you may call him by his name. “R-Ren…” And you ended up stuttering.

Ren smiled proudly at you again. He nodded, satisfied with the way you addressed him. "Yeah, [Y/N]?" Ren answered, slightly teasing you.

You shook your head a little too quickly. “That feels so wrong,” you honestly murmured.

"You have to get used to it."

"I understand."

For some times, you spent your lunch break with the others in that third year’s classroom. You met and chatted with others, with the people who have accompanied Ren on this foreign planet for a quite long time.

Since you've become acquainted with Kyo and Maria, those two have been the ones to introduce you to the others. Scarle was giving you a big sister vibe while Aia was so fun to hang out with. Meanwhile, realizing the effect of what he did earlier, Aster approached you slowly so you wouldn't be scared of him and make you uncomfortable. What he did earlier really scared you. No one in outer space dared to oppose a being with celestial powers like Aster.

"So you're Ren's aide?" Aia asked, bringing a new topic for the group.

And you could only nod. “Yes, I am.”

"Wow, I can't believe an idiot like him has such an important person by his side."

“Bro, that's the reason why I laughed when they called him, 'my liege.'” Kyo pulled a chair to sit next to Aia.

You laughed lightly, "That's because he's the important one here."

Ren, who had been watching from behind, approached the circle of conversation. He stood behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him. "Now the real question. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Ren interrogated you a bit. “I assume there is something urgent if you come all the way here. Did something happen after I left?”

Seeing Ren's worried face, you immediately felt guilty for coming suddenly and not explaining the reason for your visit. “Ah, no. It's important, yes, but it's not urgent, so don't worry," you explained.

"So...everything is fine?"

You nodded.

Ren sighed in relief, "Thank goodness."

"What if they just missed you, Ren?" Scarle suddenly blurted out an unexpected question, making you and Ren choke on you guys’ own saliva. Heat started to creep to your cheeks, blushing. “You're so insensitive,” the 3rd year girl laughed.

Ren made your blushes worse by asking, “Oh, were you?”

You didn’t know how to react. You were flustered. You turned your gaze to Scarle and shot her a glare.

You swallowed your saliva, daring yourself to voice a request to Ren. "Can we talk about this in a more private place, just the two of us?"

Ignoring the cheers on the background, Ren smiled and replied, "Sure."

The sound of birds chirping sounded melodious along with the sounds of tree leaves against each other, giving you comfort. You and Ren took a walk in Institute of the Mystic’s garden. In your hands, you carried a paper bag that you have brought with you. Previously, you asked Ren to let you go back to your class first to pick something up on the way to the garden.

Because it was quite a hot day, you and Ren decided to stop at a gazebo in the garden to take shelter from the scorching sunlight. Ren leaned against the fence of the gazebo. "Now, we're alone."

You stood in front of him, both hands still holding the paper bag.

“What are you doing here all of a sudden? Did you really miss me like what Scarle said?” he asked, lowkey interrogating you.

“O-one of the reasons is that, yes,” you stuttered, shades of pinks reappearing.

But apparently, Ren was much more surprised than you. “Oh,” he shortly responded.

You didn't expect to get a short response like that. You looked up to see him. "What's wrong?" you asked innocently.

“N-nothing…” Now, it was his turn to blush. He raised his hand to cover half of his face. "And the other reasons?" he asked, still hiding his blush.

You didn't buy it and took a step closer to him. "My liege, are you sure you're okay? Your face is red.”

"I told you, it's nothing." Ren slightly raised his voice. "Moreover, why are you answering my question with another question?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Not wanting to angering him more, you stepped back. "I deeply apologize, Prince."

"It's fine," Ren sighed, managing to regain his composure. "And stop calling me with my honorifics, will you?"

Realizing your mistake, you nodded. "Alright Ren."

"That's more like it. Now, back to the question again, why are you here?”

Before you answered, you were silent for a moment. "It's... almost your birthday, so the Star River must be so much more beautiful than usual," you answered his question with the truth. You lifted your gaze to his eyes and confirmed, "That's the real reason why I'm here."

Ren fell silent for a moment. Surprised, confused, touched, and many other feelings mixed together. "What...?”

“I scoped a bit of the stars streams and put it in a clear jar. I intended to gift this to you.” You lifted the paper bag you had been carrying and handed it to him. “I think it would be a shame if you missed this year’s Star River scene. I don't want our annual ritual of watching the Star River on your birthday to suddenly be cut off.”

The alien boy was speechless. You, taking some streams of stars from the Star River and put in a jar, just so he can witness it this year too? You're crazy, was what Ren thought. However, he still accepted the paper bag that you previously handed him.

Ren opened the paper bag and took out its contents. He held up a jar filled with twinkling silver stars. Despite the fact that there weren't many of them and the light of day still illumined the world, the radiance in the jar gave off a light so bright that Ren had to slightly squint his eyes.

The jar filled with stars streams was like a mini version of the real treacherous river spilling on the dark outer space. Ren was stunned as if he fell in love for the first time again, no matter how many times he saw it … Just like when he was with you.

“Wow…” was the only word he could utter, blue eyes still on the shining stars inside the jar.

Without realizing it, tears started welling up and falling down his cheeks. You were surprised. “Ren!” You took a step to him, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt by the sudden burning or electrocution of the stars inside the jar.

How long had he been away from his home planet that he had almost forgotten the beautiful scenery of the Star River, a view that no other planet or galaxy had. Longing suddenly washed over his heart and mind, making him cry without he realizing it.

“Ah, I'm sorry…” Ren mumbled, hastily wiped his tears. "I-I bet this will look prettier in the dark." Ren who tried to divert the topic failed because he couldn't stop his cries. "Hells, why am I like this?"

You who then understood his feelings smiled softly. The figure of the so-called deadly, cold-hearted Alien Prince who is feared by many entities on the vast never-ending space was now crying in front of you, lowering his guard recklessly.

“Oh, Ren…” you cooed, taking a step forward to him. You helped him wipe the tears as you could only smile, hearing him sob. “It's been a while since the last time I saw my beloved prince cry. This humble aide of yours forget. Was it when you were a child and fell into the Mist Pools on the Western Star?”

“Shut up,” he cracked, trying to stop you from snitching on him.

That was another story. Something suddenly caught your attention when you wiped Ren's tears. “So pretty…” you mumbled to yourself, but Ren could still hear you. You stared deep into his teary diamond orbs. You gently stroked his cheeks, while Ren cupped one of your hands. "I can see the Star River reflected in your eyes when you're crying."

“Now I know the reason why you were born when Star River was at its brightest,” you continued. "You and river resonate with each other."

“[Y/N], next year…” Ren's grip on your hand suddenly tightened, but it didn't hurt you, instead it felt comforting. "Next year, let's watch the Star River again together, just the two of us, on my birthday. I won't miss it again.”

You nodded and smiled softly at him. "Of course, we will definitely do that. But for now, I want to enjoy your birthday here with you, Ren, with the people you met on this very earth.”

Ren pulled you into his arms. “Thank you … Thank you so much,” he whispered to your ear shakily. "You gave me the most beautiful gift I could ever ask."

In his arms, you muttered, "I should be the one who thank you, my liege," you once again called him with his honorific. “Thank you for being as you are. Happy birthday.”

The lights of the stars in the jar you gave Ren radiate so far it could be seen from Ren's and Scarle's class where the others were still there. Unbeknownst to the two aliens, Aster leaned against and gazed out the window, watching them seriously.

He witnessed everything, from the first time you and Ren stepped your foot into the institute’s garden to the moment Ren pulled you into his arms. “Interesting. Ren can cry too apparently," he chuckled.

“Aster…?” Scarle asked, noticing Aster's gaze out the window. "What's wrong?"

As a celestial being who had lived for a million of years, he had witnessed countless stars collide. Some must collide and even destroy each other. However, there are some who manage to align perfectly and unite.

Aster smirked, but his gaze was very gentle. “Nothing,” he answered Scarle's question. “And the stars do align. Finally.” -----[FIN].

Star River Descending Fiction by Author Xandra March, 2023

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TMA - Chapters 51-60: Supernatural grandpas and Spider Gang members

Welcome back to my weekly rambling about ten new TMA chapters.

New theories are born, old ones are dead and stupid ones are rising. Will they be right? Will they be wrong? Is everyone’s name actually Michael? How will my mind be blasted by these ten new chapters?

Only one way to find out.

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MAG 51 - High Pressure

When I read that Simon Fairchild was in this story, I immediately went “Uh?”. Why is he here? What is he doing here?

And most importantly, what did he say to Mrs. Haley, before she jumped into the water? I bet it’s something like “Enjoy the water”, just like he said “Enjoy the sky” to Robert in MAG 21. This man keeps waking up and choosing violence. Mood.

But hey, maybe that’s because he’s an old guy. After all, older people are the most stubborn/tough creatures ever and the older you are, the tougher you become.

Also, what kind of creepy supernatural shit is Mr. Fairchild? A colossal hungry monster? The first time, the sky ate Robert. Now, the water tries to grab Antonia. It reminds me of the colossal figure from ex Altiora, but we already have a Michael associated with the Vast, so who is Simon? Another Vast? The Grandfather of the Vast? Is ‘Simon’ his middle name and the first one is actually Michael? That would explain everything XD

Uh, so the table from MAG 3 isn’t a fractal, but more of a web. And Graham was caught by it. I suppose that means we should ask Spider Mom about him - and about Sasha too.

It’s also very interesting the following part of the discussion, in which Jon asked:

“I thought that was... I... whatever crawled through his window. Unless you think they’re linked, somehow?”

To which Not!Sasha replied:

“I doubt it. It didn’t sound like the sort of thing that would want to be bound to an object.”

So this imposter thing doesn’t want to be bound to an object (like the table), but it really enjoys stealing bodies. Isn’t that similar to “being bound to an object”? Maybe this imposter just wants a living, breathing thing, instead of an inanimate one. It makes me think of Michael and the concept of identity for these creatures: is stealing bodies the only way this supernatural shit knows to have its own identity?

No, I refuse to start feeling empathy for this supernatural shit. You are an imposter and I will look at you with suspicion. I will not imagine you looking at the wax statues in Madame Tussaud’s Museum and pondering about existence, identity and humanity. I won’t.

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MAG 52 - Exceptional Risk

As soon as Robert Montauk was mentioned, I immediately remembered him from MAG 9. And here he is, the guy who killed a shit ton of people and kept hearts in his shed because he was dealing with some supernatural shit.

Jon asked if he was “summoning it, containing it, worshipping it”, which are all valid questions. Also, I find it very telling that the first verb he uses is “summoning” and not “containing”, considering that the dark guy told Montauk: “You didn’t think you could kill it for long, did you?”.

Personally, I think Mr. Montauk was trying to contain that supernatural shit and the only way to do so was by killing a shit ton of people and doing that weird magical circle in his shed. And that somehow “killed” (or at least kept it busy) the shit that took his wife. But since Mr. Montauk was killing a ton of people to do that, it was just a matter of time before someone found out.

(I checked MAG 9 because I also remembered a pendant and yes, his wife had a pendant with a closed eye. Is all of this story somehow related to Big Brother? Or is the closed eye just a charm? A sort of “close your eye and don’t look at me, you scary supernatural shit”?)

We also have a name for another of these supernatural shits! I will keep you in mind, Maxwell Rayner. So you are some sort of monster made of darkness - which reminds me of the creepy monster in MAG 25. Maybe it’s the same creature.

And now, back with the most beautiful love story that exists in Tim’s mind only: the one between Jon and Basira. I think I love her a little more after this episode. I mean, she appeared for a few minutes and:

blasted Martin, by saying that Tim is “the hot one”

blasted Jon, by saying that Tim has his same scars, but he manages to pull them off because he’s so much sexier than Jon

blasted Jon even more, by instantly using the typical sentences for a rejection: It’s not you it’s me, you’re nice and all, etc.

literally said: okay, fine we’ll let Tim think there’s something between us. But stay assured, Jon, that there is nothing

Wow, and here I thought Simon Fairchild was the one who woke up and chose violence. What’s up with all these people waking up and choosing violence? And why they’re all such moods?

Oh, she brought a tape about Alexandria! Is it about the Library of Alexandria? I hope it will be the next one, ‘cause I am very curious to know what it will be about.

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MAG 53 - Crusader

That was… something.

I have never heard of the Serapeum of Alexandria before, so kudos for letting me know about it. It’s very interesting and I love that this statement wasn’t about something so obvious and universally well-known as the Library of Alexandria, but another archive.

And archives are the real protagonists of this statement. Archives and archivists. It’s very interesting how Gertrude thought that the mysterious figure wasn’t just a scary supernatural shit, but specifically an archivist. Why an archivist, among all people? Is it because, as Jon said, she was suspecting something? If you become the archivist, you also become a supernatural shit, linked to the archive itself?

It’s also very interesting how Jon says: “Am I just part of a chain? A long, unending string of people who call themselves “the archivist” stretching back to…”. This somehow connects to my theory that Elias/the Lukas family is trying to find someone who will resonate with Big Brother.

Maybe “the Archivist” is the specific title given to this particular person that can resonate with Big Brother. After all, both Michael and Jane referred to Jon as “Archivist” and not “Jon”, “You” or “Doomed Idiot”. Just like Michael calls “the Wanderer” the person who enters its domain, maybe “the Archivist” identifies the person designed for Big Brother?

Oh Martin, you’re too precious: caring for your paranoid boss like this <3 please, at least you: grab him and run away. The spas are waiting.

That can be you, Martin.

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MAG 54 - Still Life

This is one of those statements that can be very creepy if you have that specific kind of fear. In this case, if you fear taxidermy or dead, stuffed things, then this story is for you.

Since I do not find them particularly creepy, I wasn’t particularly scared either. I suspected Daniel Rawlings was stuffed too, so the final part wasn’t a big surprise. And he may look different from the missing guy, but the same goes for Not!Sasha - and all of this was basically a huge hint to not trust her. However, since Jon still has no idea what’s wrong with her, he doesn’t get it.

The really interesting part was the supplement. We have Jonathan “Dipper” Sims, Master of Paranoia, now becoming expert burglar. First he watched Tim’s house, now he breaks into Gertrude’s. Next time he will watch Martin sleep, then hopefully police will arrest him (and save him from the Institute).

So Gertrude removed the eyes from everything in her house: another confirmation that Big Brother has one million eyes and can look through them all and this series is suspiciously becoming like Gravity Falls. If Big Brother is triangular too, then I will start to fear the beginning of an Armageddon.

Wait… is this what the war between supernatural shits will bring to? Will this story have its own Weirdmageddon? Oh shit, I really need to know more.

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MAG 55 - Pest Control

Wow, this statement was useless.

I mean, not entirely. It just confirmed Jane Prentiss worked alone and that there are other beings like her. I knew it already and I’m surprised Jon didn’t realize it. Who does he think Michael is, if not another supernatural shit? There are supernatural shits everywhere in this goddamn world.

But even if I realized it, the characters had to realize it too. So, even if this seems like a useless chapter from a reader’s perspective, it was necessary for the plot.

Wow, think of this man. Not only he’s still very paranoid regarding Jane Prentiss (with every right, because it’s been barely five months since the attack), but he has been changed so deeply by it, to not even have a normal life anymore. He literally looks back at boring stuff with longing. Poor Jon, I may joke about him, but I sympathize with his struggles.

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MAG 56 - Children of the Night

Jon was surprised by this statement and so was I: I didn’t expect a follow up to Trevor Herbert’s previous statement!

This one is pretty useless compared to the first one, but there’s something extremely important and it’s the presence of Spider Mom. Or the spider lady. Whatever: it’s a member of the spider gang, that’s what matters.

I also really liked the image of the woman as this hollow figure, full of spiders and spiderwebs. It kinda reminds me of the Oogie Boogie from Nightmare Before Christmas, that was full of worms. Pretty cool.

A-ah! We finally found out what was Martin lying about! And it was about his incompetence, lol. Jokes aside, at least he’s not lying about something supernatural/weird/dangerous: he’s just a poor guy trying to help his mother.

If I thought he deserved a vacation before, I am sure now: Martin, please, go on vacation. I’ll pay it for you, just go on a spa and relax.

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MAG 57 - Personal Space

What did I say before about specific fears/topics that scare or get you? Well, space is that for me. I’m not exactly scared by it, but I love the concept of being alone/abandoned in space: that fear is something so “otherworldly”, something we would rarely experience here in Earth… it’s fascinating, you know?

So yes, I was happy to read this story and when Mr. Chilcott said the Earth disappeared, as well as the Sun and the Moon, I was even more excited. I love space stuff <3

O-oh! Another member of the creepy Lukas family! Now, who is Conrad Lukas? Evan Lukas’ father, grandpa or uncle? I think these guys should start talking a little bit about their family tree: I have three Lukas by now and no idea how they’re related to each other.

So the businesses involved in this weird project are:

Pinnacle Aerospace, majority owned by the Fairchild family

a large private investment by Nathaniel Lukas

Optic Solutions Limited, a company manufacturing cameras that has its business address in Ny Alesund, Norway.

Or, to translate it from story-to-reader/theorists:

Simon Fairchild, the man related to the sky/sea who wakes up and chooses violence

the umpteenth Lukas

Big Brother’s secret company that makes more electronic eyes to spy on everything

Welp, I trust this project so much now. There’s definitely nothing weird going on here. Are the Fairchilds on the same side of the Lukas in the supernatural war? They’re literally working together like besties, so I suppose yes.

Finally, Jon is starting to suspect a bit about Not!Sasha. Well, Not!Sasha is also trying her best to look as suspicious as possible: she’s literally trying to destroy the statements in which there’s even a fragment of her voice. And the new boyfriend is clearly taken from some magazine. I just hope Jon will realize what’s happening as soon as possible.

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MAG 58 - Trail Rations

So, another statement about meat. This time, mixed with the Oregon Trail and cannibalism.

I don’t really know what to think about meat. I mean, fine, it’s a supernatural shit, but… what was doing, in 1845? Was it trying to find a body? Did it just want to become bigger? Maybe it was trying to get Mrs. Carlisle as new body and it will try to do so for years, until it will find out Jared Hopworth… assuming that the meat and the boneturner and the same supernatural shit.

Wow, what a surprise: who would’ve ever guessed that Jon’s coworkers are mad that he’s stalking them like a creep. Poor Tim, my boy deserves a vacation too. Just go with Martin: I’ll pay for you both.

But first, let’s send Jon to a therapist, so he can talk about all of his issues.

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MAG 59 - Recluse

And here we are, back on Hill Top Road. This time, we have a special guest: the table from MAG 3, that came back multiple times already. And this time, we know what was in the middle of it: apparently, a box with an apple. And if you eat the apple, you become food for the spider gang. This goddamn spider gang.

Also, what is Agnes? She clearly saved Mr. Sinclair with that kiss on the cheek, because it brought him back to his senses and helped him escape from the spider nest or whatever it was. So either she is another supernatural shit… or she’s a supernatural shit. No other possible choices :P

Wow Jon, who would’ve ever guessed that your coworkers don’t like to work with you, if you keep being creepy and paranoid with them? Maybe if you stop acting like a creep for one split second...

I like to think they’re all conspiring to send him to therapy. One of these days, they will lock Jon inside his office with a therapist and leave them alone, until Jon manages to talk about all of his paranoid thoughts.

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MAG 60 - The Observer Effect

So we can resume this statement as follows:

Christopher Meyer was minding his own business and living his life, when he suddenly decided to stick his nose into “outer cults” or, as the statement explains:

“small organized groups of worshippers whose beliefs weren’t simply deviations from paganism or other major religions, but seemed to focus on holy beings or concepts completely apart from what would be considered normal religious practice. Some seemed to have more in common with ancient shamanism than with organized hierarchical worship, and all were highly secretive.”

So, he went to the Magnus Institute, where all the stories about these supernatural shits are kept. And among holy beings like Mr. Boneturner and concepts like the fog, the meat and Michael, he found a mirror related to Big Brother. And that’s what probably made him a recluse.

So, when Mrs. Meyer took it, she suffered his same fate of being watched all the time by Big Brother… at least until one day she woke up and chose violence. But, like, real violence.

I’ll admit it: taking a van full of petrol and trying to destroy the institute was probably the best and the most badass move ever, so Rosa Meyer immediately rises to the status of world savior.

It looks like the Institute’s team decided to not lock Jon in his office with a therapist, but to simply do an intervention. Okay, fine, it works too.

And wow, look, in the CCTV of Gertrude’s death there’s no one, except for Gertrude and Elias who finds her body. There’s absolutely no way this man found the secret passages and used them to kill Gertrude, nope nope, he hasn’t written “SUSPICIOUS” all over his face, I definitely trust him.

And if it wasn’t Elias to kill her, it was Big Brother then. Or the umpteenth member of the Lukas family, who was hidden in the tunnels for killing reasons and killing reasons only.

At least the CCTV convinced Jon he hasn’t been fair with his team and that they’re all innocents. Let’s hope he will stop being a creepy paranoid stalker with them and start being a creepy paranoid stalker with Elias. I just don't trust you, Elias.

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In conclusion

So these supernatural shits aren’t simple supernatural shits: they are “holy beings or concepts” worshipped by secret cults. Do I think the Lukas family is one of those secret circles? Yes, that’s what I think. Do I think they worship Big Brother? Yes, that’s what I think too.

But seriously, love the religious undertones. As someone who grew up surrounded by Christianity, seeing religion in a work gets my interest. I just wonder how the religious theme will be developed here.

Speaking of the characters: Jon is still in Paranoia Land, but at least he’s admitting his paranoid thoughts. And even if he acted like an insane creep, his team is still trying to help him. Sure, they’re doing it in their own way, but at least they’re trying. And Martin is quickly rising to the status of saint, because I would’ve been far less nice if my boss stalked me like Jon did with him.

So we're past the first fourth of the series and I have more questions than ever: how many supernatural shits are in this world? What really are they? Will we learn about their origin too? What actually happened to Gertrude? What is Not!Shasha planning? How many more members of the Spider Gang will come? Will Simon Fairchild wake up and choose violence again? And how many more connections will I find in the next ten chapters?

See you soon next week!

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Learn about my OCs! post #1 Slei!

Come learn about the big lemon! Firstly; slei has two commonly used armour sets, mainly it's the chest piece that changes; the first striped outfit is his outlaw/pre commander fit that he also brings back for path of fire, the other outfit he wears as commander/in colder climates. He also uses a raven mask when his identity needs to be kept hush-hush and a big feather mantle when it's truly bitterly cold.

[ Name ] Sleibhain/Slei [prefers his short name!]

[ Species ] Sylvari

[ Height ] 6'2"

[ Age ] 12-22 [30-40 by more normal age conventions]

[ Class ] Druid Ranger

[ Cycle ] Dawn

[ Gender ] Male, He/Him

[ Status ] Single [in an on/off open relationship]

[ Orientation ] Androsexual

Slei is the reluctant new commander of Dragon's Watch. After taking over from Destrey, the original commander, Slei took it upon himself to make his best effort at pulling a splintered pact back together after monumental losses after the seige on Mordremoth.

He ends up being the first line of defense against 4 more elder dragons and finally, albeit reluctantly when it comes to the final dragon, ends the dragon cycle.

[ P e r s o n a l I t y ]

Slei is easy going and easily mistaken as being lazy and flippant. His attitude towards most things is usually that it can wait until it's absolutely necessary. However, when it comes to matters of importance he's a focused and dedicated individual until that task is complete.

Generally fun to be around and very easy to get along with, Slei is a particularly low maintenance friend who's just as happy to give others space as they need it and have no problem if the same is given to him. Vastly prefers his own company and that of his pets rather than other sentient races.

[ L i k e s & D i s l i k e s ]

✔ Animals/Nature ✔ Catching a break ✔ Adventuring/Exploring ✖ Being Misunderstood ✖ Loud noises ✖ Small/enclosed spaces

[ H o b b i e s ] • Animal handling • Woodworking for bows and staves • Treasure hunting [ S t a t i s t i c s ]

[ A b i l i t i e s ]

De-escalation; Very apt at de-escalating a situation with his passive nature, it's hard to argue with someone who doesn't have the energy to argue back!.

Skilled bowman; Slei has an inate ability with a bow and arrow. He's extremely precise and will often wait for the perfect shot if he isn't shooting multiple arrows into the sky to rain down on a large mob of enemies.

Woodworker; Slei enjoys carpentry when he gets spare time, usually in the realm of repairing things that were broken, or making bows and staves. Back when he was just a common thief in his younger years, he often made a lot of his own equipment like this. He would also sell the things he made to get enough money to get by in his outlaw years [given his stolen money usually went almost fully to refugees]

Animal connection; Slei perhaps has a greater understanding of animals than he does of sentient races, to the point that he synergises very well with animals, more so than he does with other races, unless he has prior experience with that person.

[ T r i v i a ] • Prior to his promotion to Pact commander [and eventually Dragon's Watch commander] he was planned to be executed for a crime he didn't commit.

• Slei's choice to be involved in criminal activity was purely to spread funds and goods to those less fortunate, anyone aligning with his gang who hurt or robbed someone less fortunate was severely reprimanded and removed from his group.

• Slei's been arrested more than once and released on bail. One such time he was doing community service around winters day, he delivered a gift to Destrey, who would go on to be the original Pact commander in this canon. Destrey cherishes that gift to this day and has no knowledge that Slei gave it to him.

• Slei's primary weapons are from the Warden's set, though he can also be seen with Pact weaponry or his favorite bow, the Bright Inquisitor's longbow, a gift from Delanaich.

• Slei never intended to become the Commander of the Pact, he just found Destrey's resignation note.

• His iris is small in relation to the rest of his eye, giving him a very intense stare despite his day-dreamy attitude.

• Slei's leaves on his body are ripped/torn in places from his rough background in his early years.

• He has leaves on his chest and underarms that mimic body hair.

#gw2 #gw2 art #sylvari #sleiart #slei #ocs #worldbuilding #long post

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I would like to hear about your documentary WIP please!

oh goodness me!!! this one is one i sorta tinker with every time i have a little bit of a block because it's so easy for me to do one of those no-think-only-write sort of things. so basically it's a few years after the events of me3, and the gang gets reunited to film a documentary about shepard and her adventures. it's meant to just be a silly little crackfic. i also go ridiculously feral for documentaries.

here's a snippet!

[Emily Wong]: How would you describe Shepard’s early life?

[Admiral Hackett]: Commander Shepard was born on Mindoir, a small farming planet, just on the edge of the Traverse.

[Lonnie Bridges, post-Mars human historian]: Mindoir was, by all accounts, a small, quiet colony-- well, less of a colony, and more of a village. At its peak, just as Shepard was reaching adolescence, it boasted a population of nearly ten thousand people. While most Alliance colonies were used for the mining and extraction of precious resources, Mindoir specialized in the production of grain and wheat products, which were shipped to other Traverse colonies in the region.

[Liara T’Soni]: Shepard was born to parents Hannah and Trevor Shepard on April 11, 2154. She was only the second human to be born on Mindoir.

[Selene Ng, professor of Human Galactic Colonization at Scott State University, Terra Firma]: Hannah and Trevor Shepard were your average frontiersmen. Hannah worked in food production, and Trevor worked in intergalactic shipping. It made sense for them to settle down in Mindoir, it was a great experiment for the time. It was meant for sustainability, for longevity. It was humanity’s chance to prove that they could sustain a colony of their own without any intervention from the Council or galactic governments.

[Bridges]: It would have been a quiet childhood for Shepard. The schools of Mindoir only had a few children attending. She was an only child to parents that worked the 9-5 life. Mindoir boasted rolling fields of yellow grass, the three moons cast a warm, red light to the sky. I can imagine that she likely spent a lot of time outside, playing in the tall grass with the few other human children.

[Conrad Verner]: The Shepards had a dog named Eezo.

[Jeff ‘Joker’ Moreau]: (off-camera) Yeah… Is there a reason that Conrad Verner knows that?

[T’Soni]: Shepard wasn’t, by any means, a standout students. She achieved modest grades but showed very little interest in school. She was a rather… precocious child-- which, to be perfectly frank, she did not grow out of.

[Mateo Wellington, former Alliance biotic instructor]: Shepard was a biotic, and mind you, this was at a time where humanity was still very unsure about biotics. A heavy stigma followed them from birth, there was misinformation being peddled about how they were mentally addled or a threat to humanity.

[Bridges]: A young biotic like Shepard, without the resources to properly build and learn her skills, must have been a struggle. Biotics, in their youth, tend to be incredibly hyperactive. They require almost double the caloric intake. At a time where so little was known about biotic abilities, one would assume that Shepard faced her struggles as a young child.

[Verner]: Her favorite food as a child was chocolate chip pancakes.

[Joker]: (off camera) Seriously, how the fuck does he know that about her?

[Steve Cortez]: (off camera) It is… a tad concerning, isn’t it? [Joker]: (off camera) Right? Should we check his extranet history or something?

#mass effect fanfiction #mass effect #mass effect fanfic

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List of The Weirdest Births in Mythology and Legend

In Mythology and Legend... We have readed and being surprised, by all the stories about The Gods and Goddesses; Monsters, Heroes and Heroines; including their loves, troubles; sufferings, and personal sacrifices. Now, as an homenage to all the lovely Pagan, Wiccan and Witch Mothers; outhere, (And, as an act of devotion to the Gods and Goddesses...); I made this post, which I hope than you like to read it: You will see names and stories than are already known, to all of us; and others, than aren't than known, but are included; because this list, is not as wide as it should be; for The Pagans, Wiccans and/or Witches Mothers, and for all the fans and knowables in Mythology and Legend!

(Note: This list, is incomplete; but, I will expand it regularlly; until is complete, so... You may need to check it once in a while; and... Don't despair: I'm planning to ended it, in a few months; Okay?... Thank you for your understanding!)

Have fun in reading this list, and... Be prepaper: I classified this stories, from the least to the most weird story of all, according to my own perception! (...You may be in, for one; or more surprises!)

Apollo and Artemis: Artemis (immediately, after been borned), helped to her mother; Leto, to birthed to her twin brother; Apollo, who was borned... Nine days, after her!

Heracles and Iphicles: Hercules, was supposes to born first; but Hera... (or, her daughter; Eileithyia, The Goddess of Childbirth) went to the house of Alcmene, sitted with crossed legs and with ropes over her dress; to avoid the birth... For seven days, Alcmene was struggling in pain, and close to death!Galantis, than was one of Alcmene's servants; tricked to Hera (or, to Eileithyia), to made her believe than the birth already occurred, which stop her to continue to crosses her legs; by the immpression. Heracles and Ificles, could finally born; but... Zeus promised to Hera, than the child of the House of Perseus than will born that day; will be king, and Hera; made than Hercules's Cousin, Euristeus; borne before than Hercacles, so that was why... Heracles, never was a king!

Athena: Was borne from Zeus's forefront, after her father swallowed to his wife; Metis (turned into a fly); to avoid the profecy than she will birth a son, than could dethroned him... Unknowning than Metis, was already pregnant!

Hephaistus: Hera, (jealous to see than Zeus birthed a child, on his own...) focus in do the same procedure; and gave birth to Hephaistus, who... Was borned limp, with an humpback and unactrative; which causes than his mother trowed him of Mount Olimpus, for having an ''Imperfect Child''. (For the ones, than doesn't know: He eventually backed to Mount Olimpus, as a grown man; get his revenge of his mother, and... Gained his place, between The Gods!)

Erichthonius: Hephaistus, made undesire advances to Athena; (when she went to his workshop for weapons) and, in the struggle; Hephaistus's seed, fell over Athena's thighs: She wiped out her thigh, with a piece of wool; trowed it to the earth all disgusted, and; where the stained piece of wool, fell... Erichthonius, was borned. (Gaia, gaved the baby to Athena; telling than she didn't want to raised him, so... Athena raised him, as her adoptive and only son!)

Kartikeya: Parvati, couldn't stand the weight of the baby, so... She transfered him from her body, so he could be birthed, by... Ganga! (The Goddess of The River Ganges: The most sacred of the rivers of India)

Huitzilopochtli: Coatlicue ended pregnant, when she grabbed feathers than felt from the sky; put them in her bosom, (some legends said than was in her waistband) and... PUM!... Pregnant! Her 400 sons, and her daughter; Coyolxauhqui (believing than the child to borne, was product of a relation with a stranger...) they decided to kill her, but in the moment they arrived... Huitzilopochtli, was birthed by Coatlicue; fully grown and armed, to defend to his mother. The rest of the story, well... Is too bloody and violent, to be wrote here!

Perseus: Perseus's Mother, after been bathed in a rain of gold; (Courtesy of Zeus) gave him birth in the tower, where her father put her... Without nobody's assistance, during the childbirth!

Asclepius: Coronis, beloved by Apollo; concieved to Asclepius... But cheated to Apollo with a mortal, while pregnant; and she was killed by Apollo (some versions, says than was Artemis), and Apollo; made the first C-Section in history on Coronis's dead body, to saves to his unborn child, before the fire will consummed her body!

Dionysus: His mother, died when she saw to her lover; Zeus, in his real form (after Hera tricked her in telling to Zeus to show his real self, as a probe of love to her; and to get rid easily of her rival); and Zeus had to rescue the baby from the body of his mother, and put it inside of his thigh: When the pregnancy was complete... Dionysus, was born, AGAIN! (...That gaves to ''Trauma by birth '', a whole new level!)

Garuda: He was born... Out from an egg?!

Phanes: According to the Orphic Mythology... He was the first Deity, created by Chronus (The Time); and he emerged with helmet, with broad and golden wings; from... An cosmic silver egg, entwined by a serpent?

Helen of Troy and her Siblings: She and her siblings, were birthed by her mother; Leda... Of one of the two eggs than she laid, after her encounter with Zeus!

Arcas: His mother, was Callisto; and he was borned, after his mother was turned into a bear. ( A bear... Giving birth... To a baby!)

Adonis: His mother, gave birth to him after she was turned; into... A tree?!

The Kauravas, and their sister; Duhsala: The mother, was pregnant for two years; and when she finally gave birth... It was a very big piece of lifeless meat. That piece of meat, was cut by a sage; into 101 pieces. The pieces, were kept in jars of oil for two years; and each piece... Grew into a child: The Kauravas, and their only sister!

Brahma: From the navel of Vishnu, emerged a Lotus Flower. And, when that same flower opened... Was Brahma, sitted on it! (...Strange, but... A very lovely myth!)

Virabhadra: Was born from Shiva's hair. (If you have seems Shiva's Images... I could believe that could have happen: He has a very abundant, and beautiful hair!)

Ganesh: Parvati, modeling a child from turmeric paste; and... She gave him life!

Sambha: Krishna's son, gave birth to an iron's mace, by the curse of a sage. (...Is one of the few stories than I put here, than makes 100% total senses...)

Jarasandha: Erhm... I only can say, than this story involve two queens eating the halve of a divine mango; and... It gets weirder and a bit disturbing, after that!

Tityos: Elara, was Tityos's mother; and she was hid by Zeus under the earth, to avoided her being the victim of Hera's wrath: The kid growed so big inside of her, than her womb split in two; killing her, and after nine months... He sprungs from the earth. (...Poor Elara!)

Pegasus and Chrysaor: Pegasus and Chrysaor: The Winged-Horse and his brother, couldn't born, because his mother; Medusa, was cursed to never be able to gave birth to her sons; and they finally came into existence, when Perseus killed to Medusa: There is not need, to put the graphic story, here! (...Poor Medusa!)

The Giants: They were borned after Uranus's Blood, fell on Gaia; (The Earth) causing than these very tall beings... Came into existence!

Aphrodite: She was created product of the foam of the sea, caused when Cronus castrated to his father; Uranus, and trowed his parts into the sea.

Heimdall: He was birthed, no from one mother; no... He was birthed, by nine Jotun sisters; which conceived him, with Odin!

Loki: The story about Loki's Birth, says that Farbauti (Loki's Father); hitted to his wife, Laufey (Loki's Mother); with a lightning bolt, and; a time later... She gave birth, to Loki!

Teshub, Tigris and Tasmisu: They were birthed by a male god, after he fighted against another male deity; and... He ended pregnant in a very inusual, and bloody way! (If you want to search that story... Go to the Hittite Mythology, search the names in this paragraph; and readed during daylight, many hours before to going to sleep; 'cause is a very disturbing story: You can thank me later, than I don't describe it; here!)

Fenrir, Jorgmugand and Hel: An story says, than Loki gave birth to these children (I refuse, to call them monsters: Thank you, very much); after he devoured Angrboda's Heart, when she was burned while she was already pregnant, so... That was why they were born! In other stories, they were birthed by Angrboda herself, but in almost all the stories; they were borne in the form known to all of us: Fenrir, as a wolf; Jorgmugand, as a serpent; and Hel, as an half alive-half dead baby girl!

Quetzalcoatl: Three myths, points than he was birthed by a virgin princess: In one myth, after his mother had a dream with the Supreme Deity; Ometeotl, in other myth; his mother ended pregnant, after she swallowed a jade stone, and... In another myth, the same princess gave birth to Quetzalcoatl; after she had her belly pierced ... With an arrow! (AND... There is a myth, where he was miraculous conceived by Coatlicue; after a ball of feathears, fell over her!)

Gaia: She was birthed (presumably, and now; totally accepted), by Chaos: A great formless and empty abyss, made of infinite space!

Uranus, Pontus and The Ourea: Were birthed by Gaia, which conceived them... Without a father: This unusual birth, is call Parthenogenesis (a pregnancy and birth than ocurrs, without intimacy: A virginal birth, than is a very uncommon way to have descendents!)

Atabey: According to Taino Myth, Atabey; who is the Primordial Goddess of Fertility, and The First Being to came into existence; she birthed to... Well... To herself!

And, (For ending this list...) Guabancex and her Siblings: Atabey, one day in the middle of the emptiness and totally alone; she fell deeple asleep (after an uncountable amount of time), and a time later; she waked up, to found out, than... She was PREGNANT! And... She gave birth to six twin babies, without a father, and of diferent sex: Boinayel (God of the Rainy Weather), Marohu (God of the Dry Weather); Itiba Cahibaba (Goddess of Childbirth), Hurakan (God of The Destructive Winds and Enemy of Yocahu), Yocahu (God of Vegetation and of the Cassava's Bread) and... Guabancex (His sister, Goddess of the Wind; of The Rain, of The Breeze and The Hurricane). A virginal birth... Of multiple babies, of different sexes; and twins! (...This myth, gives to the phrase ''Being extremelly fertile''; to AN ENTIRE WHOLE NEW LEVEL!)

This is all, in this list; and... Congrats to all the Mothers of the Pagan, Wiccan and Witch Communities! (AND... Of course: To all the Mother Goddesses around The World, specially to Ma'at, Athena; Aphrodite, Atabey, Guabancex, and... To Gaia!)

Blessed be all of you, always!... So Be It!

#paganism #pagan writings #pagan writer #happy mothers month to all the pagan wiccan and witches moms #pagan goddesses #pagan gods #pagans #pagan #eclectic pagan #ecletic pagan #hellenic pagan #lokean #pagan from the caribbean #than all the pagan wiccan and witches moms have the protection and strenght from the deities always #so be it

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The Lonely Worldbuilder Club Volume I: Vicaria

Welcome to the Hazard Desert, a dusty valley of steam-powered gunslingers, vicious capitalist overlords and all the humble folk in between. This, is my steampunk/western setting, set mainly in a great big dusty valley known as the Great Vicarian Dust Bowl, or colloquially as the Hazard Desert. Vicaria is the greater nation that the Hazard Desert sits in, but realistically there's not much else to the nation. Or, at least not much more important to the nation, for one reason only, the steam crystal. The steam crystal is formed from the highly compressed steam that bursts out of geysers deep under the red sands of the Hazard. These crystals, have very interesting uses, namely their tendency to ignite quite easily, creating a burst of steam. So, these crystals have used in the manufacturing of weapons, revolvers, repeaters, rifles, pistols, shotguns as well as vehicles such as the monowheel: a single-wheeled steam-powered bike, the steam balloon: an enhanced hot air balloon, and much later in their use, to raise a city into the sky. Valve, the capital of Vicaria, soars over the desert. A set of colossal steam vents below the city jet out huge vaporous clouds of steam into the sky. It looks like a steampunk version Attilan, the inhuman city from Marvel (just search the name up and look at image's you'll know what I mean). In order for Valve to continue its flight over the desert, it requires fuel. A constant stream of steam crystals, which come from the many mining towns of the desert. So, Valve circuits the mining towns, hovering over them each for a few days per year, collecting all of the crystals mined over the previous year, before departing to the next town. One of such mining towns, is where my current D&D campaign using this setting takes place. Juggertown, what was once the premier crystal mining town, now lies as a husk of forgotten dreams of false riches. A few decades ago, the town was known as Crystal Rock, and being situated next to the crystal-rich Cogwright Mines, the mining business was booming. Especially in the middle of the Great Steam War, a civil war on the precipice of steam-combustion weapon invention, and a time where the demand for crystals was heavy. However, at the end of the war, the leftover steam-powered tanks known as juggernauts, were repurposed into mining vehicles, bringing terrifying efficiency to the mining trade as the giant drills mounted on them harvested crystals at incredible paces. So, as the constant trundling hum of juggernaut treads became a mainstay in Crystal Rock, and the rock that it was named after was drilled into extinction, the settlement garnered a new name, Juggertown. As a final part on this setting, here are some of the characters my players made. Marrow - Fighter - Gunslinger A gunslinger with a pair of mechanical arms and a very rebellious attitude towards the Valvean Government. Marrow was a former goon for the Mayor of Juggertown but had a harsh change of heart and is an anarchist against the state. Dr. Nick Copperfield - Cleric - Life Domain The former town doctor of Juggertown now relegated to backstreet operations in the shantytown tents of the town outskirts. Dr. Copperfield was outcompeted by a new pharmacy backed by the seemingly-infinite funds of a Valvean businessman that seems to have ill intentions with his business in the town. Ahusaka - Sorcerer - Storm Sorcery An outcast whose body is covered in steam-crystal growths that give him innate control over the steam that powers many contraptions in the desert. As a result of Ahu's affliction, he was raised in his village until around the age of twelve, before being cast out into the desert. Ahu was rescued by a bandit, who took Ahu back to his town and, taking pity on the boy, welcomed Ahu into his gang, raising him an outlaw.

And that's about it. If you made it this far into the post, I don't believe you, and also please ask me questions about and give me feedback on the setting. That is all, thank you and goodbye.

#I HAD TO EDIT THIS POST DOWN UNDER THE CHARACTER LIMIT SO IT IS VERY LONG #ttrpg #dnd #worldbuilding #steampunk #western #fantasy #yapping

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Notice : The context of this post is related to the post bellow, for anyone who's confused.

Alright everyone! I've succeeded to write the plots of the storylines at last. Yes, you heard right! PLOTS! Because today I'm not gonna offer one, nor 2, nor 5 but 3 new storylines plots that I want to make in the future. Here they are ✨!

[THE NEW, UNAMED STORYLINE]

This storyline just popped out very recently in my head due to playing Rolling Sky, a game that I've also discovered in the recent time. It starts with a cloud girl, named Sorra, who was living in a kingdom where there were created "heroes" to protect it. One day, Sorra got the card to a future teller and went to them for solving her loneliness and told her to go to the place where heroes are born and do what they say. Sorra followed the future teller's guidance and from The Birth Place, she just created a hero just for her. The cloud woman then did her Guider job and started showing the kingdom to the hero. Because of her action, Sorra awakened an old force that was locked away for centuries and the kingdom is about to suffer deadly consequences. Her fate was fully doomed until she met a well-known outlaw gang as an only temporary solution for her survival.

[Updates on this are going slow for now]

[UNNAMED STORYLINE NUMBER 2 😈]

This one popped out more recently as I watched Lego Dreamzzz, which also reminded me of Deltarune, so some of this story's gimmicks is inspired from the funny Toby Fox game from 2019 :)).

The current events of this story happen after the reunion of 2 clans, Earthers and Outsiders and living together in harmony for thousands of years. A group of children will discover a entrance to a new world after getting stuck together at communitary work, a form of detention that was "more productive" according to the school principal. That world is being connected to the surface one and a unknown presence messes up around, creating up incidents that, if not solved, they may cause irreversible damage to the existence, eventually erasing it at its whole.

[For this storyline we have to create the protagonists]

[UNNAMED STORYLINE THE 3RD 😁✨]

This is so far from the darkest storylines I've ever thought of, as it's thematics tend to be rather psychological in overall, even though the beginning is most likely like any other, with a little bit of mystery vibe. This storyline is about Zorra, an in-becoming sorceress who moved with her family to new realms, for the better of their potions and herbs business. Along with her little sister, Zorra explores the land of [INSERT, despite that I have an idea to this], discovering about an ancient legend of 12 books that are destined to bring total destruction. A infamous mad-hatter and a rebellious band join in her journey to destroy the books and free the realms from chaos.

[Updates on this are going to be slow as well, but might come back to it real soon tho, I don't know for sure 🤷🏻‍♀️✨]

🌙⭐ A Google Forum will be made as soon as possible, in order to offer your agreement on helping me making these storylines come true. Once you agree, a link to the development Discord server is going to be sent via DMs. Stay patient everyone, and thank you for reading! Have a nice day 💖💖💖!⭐🌙

#blog #storyline #writing

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pearl484-blog · 8 months

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Butterfly!Adrien

We made a reply to a post discussing Butterfly!Adrien. We decided to post it separately.

We really like the idea of Butterfly!Adrien and have 3 private stories about it because it allows one thing. It takes advantage of Adrien's empathy and lets us use it to rip him apart.

One is Greyling, a vampiric Butterfly!Adrien who feeds off the akumas he and his father create. As such, he must feed off an akuma at least once a week or suffer a nasty withdrawal.

He knows what he's doing is awful and tries to be the voice of reason with akumas, limiting their collateral damage whenever possible and attempting to "train" the Black Cat and Ladybug, knowing his defeat will likely mean his slow death. He cannot stop himself, but he hopes they can.

Examples of limiting the akuma include: Bubbler: holding a party using the entire class for Adrien and merely THREATENING to send the adilts sky high. Making a deal that if you see Gabriel, sure, go nuts. Calling the media on the party. (Problem: It's Adrien's party. How is he going to keep the Bubbler in check AND attend? Unsolved issue)

Mr. Pigeon: Using the pigeons to provide bird musicals, raising pigeon awareness. He'll stay indoors for this one, thanks.

Copycat: How about, instead of robbing the museum, we do interviews on the Ladyblog about you acting like a jerk and trash talking Ladybug? Once its on the internet, it's forever! (Problem: Chat is not Adrien. Why is there Copycat?)

Rogercop: Introduce maximum punishment sentances. Oh, this guy's a handful.

Etc

As you can tell, there were main problems secret identity wise. I also struggled with a replacement Chat Noir and setting up a straightforward arc covering the vampirism and Adrien's decision to risk death or a life worse than death to get away from Gabriel and Nathalie, despite being complicit in their crimes and benefitting from them by feeding off akumas. I especially wanted to explore Adrien as an abuse victim while he was dependent on Gabriel's crimes as he could not satiate his magical hunger completely by himself. He's not strong enough to keep up that rate.

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Agreste/Ephemeral: Post season 3: Adrien discovers his father's secret identity and is locked away from the rest of the world and slowly psychically taken apart using sentimonsters to try to get him on their side. After Gabriel realizes that Adrien is Chat Noir, he steals his memories to try to sift for them and find clues about Ladybug and where Chat Noir's missing Miraculous is (he flushed it down the toilet) After being stripped of his memories, morality, love for Ladybug, etc.

Nooroo manipulates him to start sneaking away from Gabriel and try to slowly piece himself back together using excess energy drawn from akumas.

While he's away, he meets Nino, whom he's drawn to despite not recognizing him. He decides that Nino will be one of his next akumas, only to be disappointed when Nino rejects his gifts and tries to convince him that it's a bad thing, and he needs to betray Hawk Moth.

Nino, meanwhile has been grieving Adrien and is shocked when he finds a Butterfly named Agreste is stalking him. And it's completely obvious it's Adrien. Adrien is so badly broken he doesn't really understand secret identities very well and sucks at hiding it.

Agreste is under the belief that helping akumas is good. He's giving them magic so they can fix their problems. Ladybug and her group of heroes just keep attacking them and trying to take axay their power before they can fix things.

Hawkmoth, under this system, is forced to reduce casualties and collateral damage and Agreste frequently targets people with more "sympathic" motives.

For example, he wants to help Nino find his missing friend because that makes Nino very sad. But Nino has annoyingly great emotional control because he stubbornly gets it under control everytime Agreste appears to offer it to him.

Agreste creates the Gang of Secrets (new name pending) because he understands that their friend is sad and parties make people happy. Yet he frequently misses important information and flips when Lady Wifi recognizes him as Adrien while the two are picking up pizzas together and she tries to unmask him and reveal the truth. He mistakes her as a rabid fangirl trying to kidnap him and tries to kick her out.

At first, Nino and Agreste keep their relationship secret. Agreste trying to tempt Nino to accept his akuma and find his friend, looking after his newest pet project as he's clearly determined to sabotage himself.

Nino is determined to gain Adrien's trust again and get him to betray Hawk Moth and Mayura, who Adrien will do anything to protect as they're all he has.

Alya starts getting secretive because she remembers enough from her akumatization to know she found Adrien, but something went wrong, but its hazy and the investigation into Adrien's disappearance keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Nino, not knowing anything since Alya doesn't want him to do anything rash for his best bro and Gabriel may have possibly killed Émilie, gets suspicious of Alya’s withdrawal and mentions it to Agreste.

Agreste follows her and discovers "she's cheating on Nino" and tells Nino after he "took care of it". Nino doesn't want to know what Agreste did, but in all actuality, he just stole her Miraculous so she couldn't see her side piece anymore, some hero Turtle or whatever.

Nino tries to confront Alya, and gets akumatized. Afterwards, Agreste is jealous because he let Hawk Moth akumatize him and is upset, going to confront Nino that night and discovering he's back with Alya.

Nino tries to introduce Agreste, but Adrien cuts him off, saying his name is Ephemeral. He worls for Hawk Moth and Alya needs to go, home wrecker. Revealing that on some level he knew what he was doing when he introduced himself as Agreste.

Ephemeral rushes off and akumatizes Max to help him with a project so Agreste can take his mind off things and focus on the feeling of satisfaction through their connection.

Max, taking advantage of Markov being there recording, gets Ephemeral to admit that he's having trouble with one of his friends. The only person he felt he could be himself around. He admits that Ephemeral is the name his father gave him, but it doesn't really feel right. Something feels off, like it's missing, like it was taken from him.

He's scared and angry and hurt because no one's listening to him. No one wants to. He's afraid if he keeps pushing, he'll lose something else.

Ephemeral remembers that he didn't used to be like this. But sometimes, he's afraid those memories are just some stupid fantasy he's creating to escape from reality.

Max tries to comfort him.

Something something something

The team breaks into Gabriel’s quarters and find the missing pieces of Adrien handing them back to him.

Problems include what happened to Plagg and the Black Cat Ring and why does no one immediately suspect Gabriel is Hawk Moth, especially once Agreste/Ephemeral really starts moving around?

~*~

Luna Moth: Adrien Agreste is desperate to please his father, Hawk Moth. Unbeknownst to him, he's not an accomplice. He's a hostage.

This is a work in progress which will be posted eventually

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Feel free to take these ideas and use them as inspiration for your own fics, but do not use them for AI. Ephemeral/Agreste and Greyling are all but abandoned.

Luna Moth is proving to be a fight, but seriously, the initial description is cool enough and vague enough that you'll never get what I'm doing.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #adrien agreste #fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfic #Fan fic ideas #butterfly miraculous #butterfly adrien agreste

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judyneuf · 6 months

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Cult of Passione AU

Back in May 2023, I made this AU for Mermay that mix Mermaids and Greek Mythology and based it solely on the Golden Wind Cast It's also a ''Everybody Lives, Everybody Stays'' AU, due to no one dying and leaving in this AU, even though the events stays mostly the same. There are no stands in this AU, but there are some references to certain stands. I originally started this whole AU with my Part 5 ocs, but they don't influence the main story, I'll make their own post for them Lore under the cut

Long long ago, there were entities that were responsible for creating the world as we know it. They created its sky, land, and sea; they created day and night; and they created creatures to populate the Earth. These creatures looked up at the sky, seeing all the stars that were up there, twinkling and sparkling, and thought that it was because those entities were looking down at them. The astral beings came to be referred to as the Eyes of Heaven.

However, some people wanted to be just as great as the Eyes of Heaven. They created artifacts out of stone that could turn anyone who wore it into gods. Said creators came to be known as the Pillar Men and their artifacts were scattered across the globe for anyone to find.

One day, a man named William Zeppeli found one of these artifacts, a stone mask, with his assistants: Jonathan, a man blessed with the mark of the Eyes of Heaven —a star shaped birthmark— and his wife Erina; their friend Speedwagon; and Jonathan’s adopted brother Dio. Their goal was to find the most artifacts to destroy them, as they believed humans should not try to play god, as it would lead to dire consequences.

One night, Dio betrayed the gang by donning the mask and killing William as his first steps to becoming a God. Jonathan did everything he could to stop him. In the end, with the blessing of the Eyes of Heaven, he managed to decapitate Dio and destroy his body. However, a simple decapitation didn’t end the reign of terror Dio had started, for he decided that Jonathan’s body would be a perfect fit for him. After a long fight, Jonathan died, leaving Dio to take over his body.

Years later, we hear the news about a young boy called Giorno, who is born to a human mother who survived an encounter with the god named DIO. His hair is as gold as wheat and his eyes, green as emeralds. With the Eyes of Heaven giving him their blessing, he is set to become a Star by taking over a cult called the Cult of Passione.

The cult of Passione is a cult that is well known, and yet no one dares to talk about it. The members worship a god whose name would guarantee you a one-way ticket to the afterlife. He used to be referred to as the ‘’King in Crimson’’ due to his bloodthirsty nature. Over time, it has been shortened to ‘’King Crimson’’.

With the help of a fisherman called Bruno, Giorno works with his team of mythological creatures in order to take down the cult from the inside.

Abbacchio and Bruno

Abbacchio is a squid that has been mistreated by sea creatures and humans alike, leaving him to become very aggressive and territorial. Bruno was the first creature to ever show him kindness. Bruno has since become his light, his reason to open himself up to others.

Bruno’s father was a fisherman and his mother’s origins are unknown to him. She left them when Bruno was a child and he has never seen her again. Despite this, he feels like the ocean is calling him, beckoning him to explore it. Even though he calls himself a fisherman, he never actually hunts for merfolks, unlike the other fishermen; it is just an excuse for him to explore the ocean and meet sea creatures like Abbacchio and Fugo.

Fugo and Narancia

Not a lot is known about Fugo’s past, but one thing is for sure, people don't like his venomous nature. The only person who has seen past that is Bruno, who Fugo has come to appreciate more than anything the world could offer him.

Not long after Abbacchio has joined them, Fugo has found a harpy with half of its feathers plucked out. In a panic, he has brought the bird to Bruno, begging him to help heal the bird.

Even though Bruno isn’t that familiar with birds, he has helped the poor bird whose name is Narancia. Now, it is rare to see these two separated; they are metaphorically joined at the hips, even though their personalities clash at times.

Mista and Giorno

Life is nice for Mista. As a satyr, he is very much connected with nature and his surroundings. He is sometimes seen at night surrounded with very affectionate fireflies.

Giorno is unaware of his demigod status; however, he has the power to create life, such as plants and trees, which made Mista and —mostly— his firefly friends befriend him immediately.

Trish and King Crimson

To the surprise of everyone in the cult, a rumor spreads that King Crimson has come to the mortal realm years ago and has had a child with a mortal woman. The child is named Trish and has been given to the care of Bruno’s team in order to reunite her with her father.

Unfortunately for her, King Crimson has other plans for his daughter…

Fugo and Giorno

Meeting Bruno's team was the first time Giorno ever encountered mythical creatures and Fugo caught his interest first.

Fugo had a rough time getting along with the new kid, but less so than Abbacchio, but Giorno used his demi-god powers to be immune to Fugo's venom, allowing him to be the first person to be able to touch him.

Fugo felt something deep within them that they had never felt before meeting Bruno, and those feelings grew from trust to something more.

Bruno’s Rebirth

Bruno didn't know much about his mother, aside from the fact that she left him and his dad when he was younger, and that he never saw her again.

After an accident at the temple of the King Crimson which left him mortally wounded, Giorno tried to use his demi-god powers to revive Bruno. It worked, but also unknowingly unlocked his true nature.

Throughout the rest of their journey, Bruno's body slowly metamorphosed into that of a mermaid, due to his mother's true origins.

As a mermaid, there was nothing holding him back from accepting a previous love declaration that Abbacchio gave him on their journey, as they couldn't pursue it before, as they were a mermaid and a fisherman

Trish and Mista

After Trish was given to the care of Bruno’s team, she had a hard time settling in with the rest, as she wasn’t aware of her demi-goddess status. She had a harder time befriending Mista, as she saw satyrs as dirty smelly woodland creatures.

Let’s just say that they are friends now, after everything that went down with the two of them.

Additional information about this AU

Here's what everyone else is in this AU

Giorno: Demi-god Bruno: Human/Oarfish Abbacchio: Squid Fugo: Blue ring octopus Narancia: Harpy Mista: Satyr Trish: Demi-god

Polpo: Sphinx

Zucchero: Human Sale: Human Luca: Human

Sheila E: Fury Cannolo: Demi-god

The Narcotics Teams: Lotus Eaters

Risotto: Mimic Octopus Formaggio: Hermit crab Illuso: Gorgon Prosciutto: Circe Pesci: Tree nymph Melone: ??? Ghiaccio: ???

Squalo: Great White Shark Tizzano: Starfish Carne: Hydra Cioccolata: Scylla Secco: Charybdis

Sex Pistols: Fireflies Black Sabbath: Guardian of the Arrow Silver Chariot Requiem: Guardian of the Arrow

Doppio: Human form of Diavolo King Crimson/The Boss/Diavolo: God

As for how I translated Gold Exprerience, Spice Girl and All Along the Watchtower as Demi-god powers, Giorno can create plants and unlock people's true nature, Trish can melt things with her singing voice and Cannolo is hyper aware of everything that is going on around him, but doesn't let people know he can do that

#jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Cult of Passione AU #Phantom Blood #Golden Wind

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thetrashbagswasteland · 1 year

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Writers First Line

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Tagged by: @korblez and @sparatus Tagging: @drumsandwaves @scribblesdg @otemporanerys and anyone else who fancies a go! Going on order as they appear on my ao3 and NOT by first publish date, for simplicity here so:

(All are Mass Effect, of course, and all the titles are clickable links)

1. Follow My Lead - ME3/Post ME3 AviTis angst focusing on Castis going to Andromeda

“The turian pathfinder prospect has named his second.” Alec didn’t sound pleased about this, much to his surprise.

2. Tolerance Tested Pre-Andromeda Barrix mission fic on Omega

“I’m going to die, Avitus.” She said, so matter of factly that they could have been discussing the clawball results.

3. Strike Two - Pre-Canon Alec and Castis meeting for the first time

“Need you to step in, Ryder.”

4. Beyond Familiar Stars - Post-Andromeda AviTis/past!Barrix continuation fic - opposite of a fix-it

It was late in the evening when the topic finally turned, inevitably to the galaxy that they could pinpoint in the sky by memory alone.

5. Table for Two - Barrix not-quite meet-cute set in the Sunseeker verse/pre-canon

“You do realise how serious this is, don’t you?”

6. First To Come Last - Kryterius through the years, from meeting to getting married.

The chatter of gunfire barely registered as more than an annoyance in the background of their conversation.

7. Like Dogs In Elk - Turian Spectres screwing around on Invictus (pre-canon, pre-kryterius)

It’s not a difficult exercise. Nothing that’s, theoretically, beyond a student who’s made it this far.

8. One Problem At A Time (or all of them at once) - Andromeda Barrix fix-it smutfic with a paper thin plot

In Macen’s defence, he’d assumed that the ordeal he’d been through immediately after waking up in Andromeda - burned by the scourge, bundled into an escape pod by Dea and subsequently captured by aliens who had no interest in communicating with them until he’d heard one familiar word over their radios and decided that it was time to commandeer their ship for himself.

9. What Do You Want Me To Do - Post-FCW Mama Vakarian dealing with Castis' spiralling PTSD

It's like there's a divide between them.

10. A Little Too Much Like Me - No-Reapers verse spectres vs c-sec teambuilding day turned spectre-gang afterparty featuring AviTis and Shakarian with hints of Kryterius along the way.

For once, Castis was woken by the pinging of his omni-tool, rather than being amongst the first to be awake. He also happened to be the sole occupant of the bed.

#tag game #first line game

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clubatsumu · 2 years

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dude ailments of the soul is so freaking good what the heck?? like that stuff is better than majority of published romance work. i'm so obsessed with your writing style! you're amazingly talented!! you're stunningly breathtakingly skilled at writing!!! please. can i ask for any recommendations from you that's similar to your writing, whether it be published work or fanfiction? i'm thoroughly obsessed. thanks for working hard to bless us with your writing, take care!

hiii thank u for all the compliments i feel thoroughly overwhelmed (blushing and kicking my feet under the blanket as we speak). hope u take care as well!

ok for fics — i cant recommend anyone who writes the exact same way, but i promise you theyre all 100% better. my favorites off the top of my head:

a cartography of love by themorninglark is a character study on oikawa that deals with his struggle of coming to terms with his identity, how much he can love one place and still be part of another, leaving and starting something new right after high school… if i could snort this, i would, no hesitation. a masterclass on prose. a masterclass on loving a character to the point of understanding him completely. it highlights argentina and japan and loneliness and being a part of something bigger than yourself. it gave oikawa so much justice and so much gravity, his decisions much more weight, and i honestly believe themorninglark should be knighted for the kindness they’ve shown oikawa. i was screaming to my friends for hours after i read it. i felt like a cow being air shuttled to new zealand.

He’s further south of Tokyo now than he’s ever been before. He has never felt smaller. The world has never felt more incredible. <;- one of the best lines i’ve read anywhere, but it’s not even making the best line list i’ve made for this fic. (i won’t tell you my favorite because i keep that shit to myself to cry about at night :)

meg (whose account name is @star-puff, where she’s archived all her works) is a writer you can trust (let me explain later). my favorite work of hers is a tendou fic, after the world has fallen (where do we lie), with an oikawa counterpart set in the same universe, before the world fell (you were there) that follows a this post apocalyptic world that’s reduced to gang alliances. it’s completely out of the box and you’ll pull your hair out the whole time. there is no instant gratification with this girl. she’ll drag you through mud, pain, anguish etc but you know what? she’s so incredibly talented that it’s worth it. (explaining it now) her fics are what quintessentially a fic should be like for me, if that makes sense… there’s so much color in them, the descriptors are so vivid and it’s so evident that she creates every single piece of hers with so much care. i can’t explain it in any way other than that. after the world has fallen literally starts with, You meet on a day where the sky burns yellow.

i feel like i win when i lose by flooruh partly because its title is an abba lyric but mainly because i feel like everybody should read this. to write the first interaction between oikawa and atsumu and for it to be this funny and witty and accurate????? my canon. it didn’t happen any other way. a ball of sunshine of a fic. everyone should read this. the type of fic you have to read alone because your face will be making so many expressions. (i was squealing like a dipshit)

book recs meanwhile… i have to make a disclaimer: my writing is probably similar to theirs instead of the other way around… because i cannot even begin to copy a quarter of how wonderful these books are.

i’m keeping it short and not gushing but please know i could talk for hours on end about all the books here.

a tale for the time being by ruth ozeki — a super sad, super hopeful story wrapped in this whimsical kind of storytelling as the author (ruth) reads 15 year-old nao’s diary that washed up on shore

strange weather in tokyo by hiromi kawakami — just. a string of conversations. i love it so much. half inspired the whole ailments chapter. i just. like reading about people talking to each other.

venetia by georgette heyer is romance romance. kind of jane austen, but romancier, less on the satire side of things and more on the men on top their horses and hosting their orgys in their estate etc side of things. i like reading the way they talk and exclaim for some reason. books that use exclamation >>>>

snow country by yasunari kawabata. i was reading this during writing ailments of the soul actually! it’s about a love affair between a businessman and a geisha that’s set in the snow country, and we see it start and slowly fall apart. it’s just amazing to me how someone can tell something and nothing all at once, and how kawabata trusted his readers so much he let himself write that way.

#recs

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