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civilight-eterna · 25 days

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Hiii requesting horndragora, having an angry and steamy encounter in a Londonium alleyway

(cw: dubious consent, toxic yuri, enemies with benefits)

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The order of "pin down the caster" was probably not meant to be taken so literally.

Horn had routed around Mandragora's cadre, covered by the debris that fell in the explosion, and at first contact, she'd managed to get behind her, far at the back lines of the fight.

A hand over her mouth and a chokehold later, and she's dragging the kicking feline into the back alley, unseen in the chaos.

"I'm not going to kill you. Just take a cat-nap until my squad passes over and I won't have to tear your head from your shoulders."

Mandragora's legs go weak faster than she expects them to and she staggers to kneel with her as she collapses to the ground, her knees splayed to either side of Horn's thigh.

They struggle for a few more seconds, in the interim of which, Horn realizes-

Mandragora is absolutely soaking between her legs.

It wouldn't be the first time someone has pissed themselves with fear while fighting with Horn, but that's precisely why she can tell that this isn't that. She's shocked, but not enough to loosen her grip.

"Are you-" Horn flexes her arm, tries to keep focused, but she can't seem to spit out the second half of her question-

-seriously about to cum from being strangled?

It's so beyond anything she could have fathomed that her arm slips in her distraction, and Mandragora throws her head back into her nose the next instant in a way that tells her she didn't even need to say it aloud. Heat trickles fast down both nostrils and through her bitten lip as the caster reverses her position, closes her hands around Horn's throat.

"Fuck, you-" She's coughing the words out. One of her eyes is red with broken blood vessels. Her hands aren't even that tight, or holding her in the right place to do the worst kind of damage. She's probably never been in a physical fight in her life where she had even glimpsed the 'winning' side. "Fuck you, you corn-fed Victorian cunt, it wasn't enough to try killing me? You wanted, to humiliate me too?"

Horn puts all her force into her legs, walking them inside Mandragora's guard to pound her feet hard into her chest. The feline goes flying through a brittle glass storefront, and when she chases her inside, she finds her scrambling to her feet, clutching a bleeding arm. A wall of rocks erupts behind Horn, sealing the door, the window, everything.

"Still want to blow us up, toy soldier?"

Horn growls, wordless fury building in her chest. Her team is on the other side, bleeding, enduring, and she can't clear it without burying them both.

"No, but maybe I'll use that hard head of yours as a battering ram if you keep talking." She wipes blood from her lip and flicks it across the floor.

A surge of energy bursts out of Mandragora and the rocks grow to triple their size, closing in the storefront, leaving about half the room to stand in. Horn staggers in the resulting quake and closes the distance between her and Mandragora, pouncing on her. A wolf on a kill.

Pin down the caster.

"You really want to die so badly?" Horn can't keep the sudden strain out of her voice.

"Don't you dare act like it's unbelievable or something! You don't get to pity me now-you're about a decade overdue! As if you have no idea how I've lived!" She's wiggling her wrists under Horn's grip, twisting from side to side in futile struggle.

"Oh, I've an idea," Horn breathes out, "'Mandragora'. Something that is ripped, screaming and crying, from the dirt. Did you choose that yourself? Or was it a 'gift'-" Her glare is molten, haloed in the curtain of wheat-colored hair obscuring them, "-from that beloved Leader of yours?"

Mandragora roars, thrashing and kicking, her fingers curling downwards and grasping, desperate to scratch.

"I'd do it again-I'd claw myself out from under as many bodies it takes to make you Victorians bleed even another drop-!"

Horn suddenly realizes how she's going to get them out of this.

It's unpleasant. It's nothing she would ever consider in any other circumstance.

She knows it'll work so she knows she's going to do it.

But it is all kinds of wrong.

"Alright, little feline-" Horn grimaces, and pushes her knee between Mandragora's legs, eliciting a scandalized gasp, "-bury us here, then. And when historians come to uncover us, maybe ten years from now, maybe one hundred years from now, they'll find Dublinn's caster and the 'White Wolf of Victoria'-"

She readjusts her arms, one around Mandragora's waist, the other raised to press a palm to her cheek in the most saccharine and overtly romantic display of affection she can imagine as she presses her forehead to hers.

"-locked together as star-crossed lovers that deserted their battlefield to die in one another's arms."

"You bitc-mmph-!"

Horn kisses her, hard, leans into her with her full weight, pulls at her slight waist and runs her fingers through her hair like she's never loved anyone else in her life.

Mandragora's nails destroy her back. She's screaming against her mouth, biting at her lips, but Horn readjusts for every inch of purchase she makes.

"Fucking Victorians-!" Mandragora howls, as Horn shifts her mouth over her throat, smothers it with bruising kisses, "-Faking's all you're good for-!"

"What about you?" Horn breathes into her ear, "Were you faking it when you nearly came from being choked out? Or are you that much of a pervert in general? Could it have been anyone but me behind you?" Horn strokes her hair out of her eyes, and Mandragora grabs her wrist so hard her nails are drawing blood.

"I don't know, I think you just love me that much that you would die in my arms."

There's something wrong with the kiss that follows. Tears prick the corners of Mandragora's eyes as she tries to force Horn back, but she's no match for her physical force. They're both exhausted.

The kissing becomes ever-so-slightly less performative on Horn's part. Mandragora's lips part just a touch wider, and even though Horn has been avoiding it, she finds her tongue sliding deep into her mouth.

"Hh...Hhah, fuck-" Mandragora whimpers, trembling with the urge to resist using her arts, overshoot her power. Horn's knee rubs slowly between her legs and she swears louder before she's silenced with an even deeper kiss.

"Mmhm." Horn exhales hard and gasps as Mandragora's cold hands slide under her tank, drag it up just over her breasts. This wasn't in the plan, she thinks distantly to herself.

"Victorian pig-" Mandragora spits, "-I bet you're, hah-used to sweating like an animal-on a leash with some crystal-studded plug up your ass, some noble's concubine because they pay big money to fuck their soldiers-"

Disgusting. Horn should be disgusted.

There should be no other emotions present at the revelation of such a filthy fantasy that her enemy has fashioned for her.

"You think about me a lot at night, don't you? All alone with your preoccupying hatred. Hope it keeps you warm, little feline."

"I was born from a grave. I've never been warm in my life."

"Then may my love for you sow warmth anew that entwines us together for the ages. I'll save you. You'll never be cold again under my embrace-"

"SHUT UP!"

The entire store quakes, the roof blowing off into the sky, the rocks vibrating so violently they become dust and powder overhead. Everything comes crumbling down.

On instinct, Horn throws her arms over Mandragora's head, ducks and covers until it's over.

They stare at one another. A voice from afar breaks the reverie.

"Aye! Captain?!"

They're both rolling away from each other, running opposite directions. Mandragora stops at the other side of the store, hand on the doorframe.

"-This never fucking happened, toy soldier."

"-Agreed."

(It's not the first lie they've told.)

#arknights #horn (arknights)#mandragora (arknights)#requests #my writing #foetp: impale you with my rock #dubious consent #toxic yuri #enemies with benefits #manipulation #these two really are the toxic yuri of all time #slowly working through requests #thank you for your patience!#horndragora

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ruthlesslistener · 1 year

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Game theory for why Ghost is short even though them and Hollow are the same age:

Hollow got snatched away to live in a palace, and while not all their needs (cough cough emotional) were being met due the PK thinking they're hollow, he still cared for them like one would maintain the machine. If vessels eat then they got all the good nutrients they needed. Either way, their environment was very safe physically and PK made sure they were always in pristine condition.

Meanwhile Ghost is first stuck in a pit of dead babies and then travels outside the kingdom, probably wandering some barren wastelands? Not a good place for a bug or a vessel to live. Insuffiecient resources, not safe to molt, growth: stunted. And upon entering Hallownest, well, Hollow is already sealed so there's the stasis.

Yep, that's basically why I believe growth is so stunted for Ghost compared to Hollow! Reptiles and insects alike will experience drastically stunted growth and retain juvinile characteristics if they are deprived of enough nutrients, which seems to be why Hollow is the only vessel who grew to their adult moult while other surviving vessels like Ghost and BV lagged behind. BV looked like they might have been approaching their preteen to teenage years, given that they were larger than Ghost and had a strangely long cloak (which I hc to be elytra), but they lacked the tapered muzzle present in all adult members of their family, and still had the soft-shelled body, indicating that they hadn't quite hit sexual maturity (which in bugs is their adult moult). This is probably due to them scrounging a living on the edges of Hallownest's society while Hollow was being fed soul and whatever they needed at a steady rate, and Ghost was just full on out there in eeby deeby for god knows how long

Add on, of course, that these are gods, and things become a little difficult. They appear to mirror biological organisms in function and reaction, so we can still claim that the loss of nutrients had an effect, but it could be that experience or wisdom helps a godling to grow as well. Hollow was reared in the heart of the kingdom, watching their father work and the people fall to ruin, so they were able to gain wisdom/knowledge and thus mentally mature as well as physically- perhaps even faster than they should, given how traumatic the circumstances of their life must have been like. BV would have had to learn things on the fringes, so they would have also grown in wisdom, but it would have been a longer and slower process than for Hollow, who was being outright trained as a godkiller. And then there's Ghost, who was out in an environment that canonically scours away the mind and memories of the mortals that venture through it, and even them being a god wasn't enough to fully save themselves from their mind being sandblasted. Going through Hallownest probably would have pushed them close to their first moult, but given which of the good endings you pick from, they either decided to return to the void or go the full-on ascend-to-complete-godhood route via becoming the Lord of Shades.

They still seem to be mentally a child though. A very taciturn, serious, and self-sufficient child, but still a child. Which again, makes sense with them being in the Wastelands and never experiencing the physical effects of growing up, but, well, shit's weird when you're the child of Wyrm and Root that got soaked in the melted viscera of a dead god turned-to-the-sea-of-nothingness. Can't exactly expect them to work like a normal kid, can ya.

#hollow knight #the knight #the hollow knight #little ghost #the pure vessel #anon #reply

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fluffypotatey · 7 months

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thinking about how mei could contain the samadhi fire again. like yeah sure it could just be bc of her dragon ancestry like nezha said (its like pokemon logic, dragon type beats fire type). but also what if it's not. what if it's some other reason.

in the s4 openings, mei takes a way more prominent role than she did in the s1-s3 openings, fighting alongside mk. almost like she's gonna have a bigger role in this whole arc or something. mei contained the uncontainable flame and was able to use and withstand it without destroying the world. and now the jade emperor's power doesn't have a vessel, and nezha's seal won't hold forever. are u picking up what im putting down (<- high on copium)

GOOD MORNING AND WELCOME TO "Fluffy's Long Answer Responses," AND TODAY WE WILL BEGIN WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL ONE RIGHT HERE :)

Mei and the Samadhi Fire

aka, something i think about a lot & am hoping to see her wield once more T^T

so, I honestly will be super disappointed if the reason why we don't see the Samadhi Fire anymore is because her dragon abilities "canceled out" the fire (which would diminish the Grand Power™️ of the fire since it's supposed to be an end all be all power that can and will extinguish reality).

HOWEVER! while reading the lmk wiki (something i tend to do if i want to make sure i'm not just pulling stuff out of my ass for nothing) i found this:

The Rings of Samadhi are three special rings that were created by Tang Sanzang to seal away the Samadhi Fire. After the Samadhi Fire was reforged, the rings often acted as Mei's weapon of choice, being one of the ways she can utilize the Samadhi Fire

and

Pyrokinesis - After Season 3, Mei was able to create common green flames, which succeeded her powers to control the Samadhi Fire, which she, according to Master Subodhi, could no longer wield

and

Samadhi Fire - At first, Mei had difficulty controlling the fire because of her fear of hurting someone with it. In "Embrace Your Destiny", Mei eventually learned how to surpass her doubts about controlling the Samadhi Fire by being trained by Red Son, and used it to destroy Lady Bone Demon. Because of her dragon heritage, Mei can't be harmed by the fire, but still has to control it through controlling her emotions

so....what the fuck is this?

i am so glad you asked, deary >:)

we were already made aware that Mei's miraculous ability to avoid earning irreplaceable burn scars from the reality breaking fire is no thanks to her dragon heritage despite being mortal. this is most likely why Ao Lie was able to withstand the flames that first time thanks to his scales, BUT dragon scales can only do so much. the fire will still fight against it's vessel (host? body?) unless they are able to commune with it and "embrace" the fires.

as Red Son said, Mei is "strong enough to contain" the fire, but with training and meditation, she could be able to wield it. it's similar but also different to when Mei first got her dragon sword. even without its special abilities, anybody could pick up the sword and claim it as their own, BUT only a chosen few are deemed "worthy" of fully wielding the sword in it purposes (protecting one's family and home).

so, yeah, thank you dragon ancestry for preventing mei from burning herself and the wold into a crisp. the rest of what Mei does, that's all her. and i want to focus on something else the wiki says: "the rings often acted as Mei's weapon of choice, being one of the ways she can utilize the Samadhi Fire."

hey what the fuck????

AYO???? EMBRACE YOUR DESTINY WTF?????

YOU'RE JUST GONNA DROP THAT AND NEVER COME BACK TO IT???? I THINK THE FUCK NOT!

*coughs* anyway....where was i?

right, so, in helping Mei wield the fire (because i'm assuming just raw-dogging it would be suicidal for any beginner trying to use the Samadhi Fire), she converts their original purpose of containing (since they are no longer the ones that need to hold on to it) and reverse engineers them to help her current the fires to her will???

at least that's what it looks like to me. also, lmk we should absolutely bring this back. Mei with the 3 rings hovering over her whenever she summons the flames. can you hear me lmk, are you listening, can you hear me breathing down your necks as i plead-

but then, after s3....it's like the fire left her??? or is more dormant than before. HOWEVER (i love this word btw) as @gumy-shark said, Mei shows up in the lmk intro more often. so, let's do a comparison, yeah? of s3 and s4's intro (just to show how Mei is being inserted into a more prominent role in the intro itself starting now lol)

ok, ignoring the beautiful paused piece of MK's smushed face, these 2 pictures occur at the same place in their intros. MK flying into the TEA car, and MK and Mei flying into an ancient Chinese towers while in the scroll. and in the next two,

their placement ALSO happens at the same time (also the lighting is very similar....huh, i wonder why?). what do we notice? no Mei on the left side of the first pair, and no MK on the left side of the second pair. just MK, our lovely main character (also, has anyone else gotten a kick out of MK being a letter away from MC? no? just me....that's fair) and just Mei, our beloved dragon girl. because while Mei's story was also important in s3, the main plot focused on MK trying to regain his powers and defeat LBD. HOWEVER, in s4, we have both Mei and MK in the scroll trying to save their friends, and when they split up, BOTH characters meet someone important to their past (Subodhi being swk's mentor so like MK's mentor grandpa??? and Mei meeting her literal ancestor, Ao Lie) and BOTH come to learn something new about themselves.

HOWEVER >:) while Mei's encounter leaves her more self-assured and solid about her place and identity, MK's encounter leave shim with more questions, some denial, trauma, and the works (hooray!)

anyway, what can this tell us about the upcoming season? well, firstly, i believe Gumy is right! this is sort of like lmk's "subtle" way of showing that Mei's role will become more important to the narrative. they're telling us, "hey, don't forget about her. don't ignore her storyline just yet." and yeah, we should not :)

we still don't know the whole story on why Mei doesn't wield the Samadhi Fire in s4 (is she scared of it? did she decide it was better to only train and meditate with it? is she even aware that she can still use it? or did she give the 3 rings (now her rings bc she reconfigured them) to Nezha for safe keeping and hope for the best? WE DON'T KNOW!) and that is a pretty significant event to just ignore.

like, yeah, sure, it's brought up by Master Subodhi but all he says is, "as someone who once wielded the Samadhi Fire," WHICH GIVES ME NOTHING! he also mentions that Mei has the potential to be even powerful if she just took a minute to think before letting her impulses rule her, but i'm not mad over that. but, that does give the hope that Mei in the following season will have an arc where she attempts to slow herself down and think about the consequences (and she's done it before!! her actually thinking about how "Wukong knew the risks")

so yeah, i am in agreement. and my theory is, at the end of s5 is when she "reawakens"/summons the Fire once again, now that she is more confident in her powers and strengths and takes the time to consider her options on how to defeat something big (i wonder who 👀)

#ok so this may be all over the place sorry #i tried to keep it together and stick to the points you brought up T^T but i made have veered off a tad 👉👈#anyway #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk analysis #lmk meta #lmk mei #lmk long xiaojiao #asks #if there are any typos i apologize T^T tried my best

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sliceroftpeirweirisles · 4 months

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Whumpuary 2024 Day 2

2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking

Lup doesn’t realize what Cyrus Rockseeker has truly done until she finally seals him into the vault. She leans heavily against the sealed door, panting from the pain burning between her shoulder blades. Her duties are over and the grand relic she had created is finally out of anyone’s reach. She should be relieved…

Lup’s breathing remained labored as she walked away from the door. She had to get home. Barry and Taako were waiting, and she’d already been gone far too long. Barry was probably overworking himself with the anxiety of being alone. And Taako… he was more than likely inconsolable. Taako never really handled being alone well. It wasn’t until she realized she couldn’t take a deep breath that she understood the gravity of what was happening.

She recognized the signs of dying.

Her hands started to feel like ice as Lup looked at them with curiosity. Silverpoint. The poison in her bloodstream was quickly staining her blood vessels. She knew she didn’t have long.

This was always the uncomfortable part. Dying quickly and painlessly was always a good way to go, but the slow ones were always the worst for her. She didn’t have the luxury of comfort from her friends as she collapsed against the cave wall. Lup rarely cried during these times either. She never really did cry unless something traumatic was happening, or if Taako was there to witness her dying. This time though, she felt like crying. The pain of being poisoned was an intense pain she wasn't prepared for.

This cycle was supposed to be the one that stuck. She wasn’t supposed to waste her physical form this early. Perhaps this was for the best. Recompense for starting a war they should have never started to begin with.

Lup noted the slow sensation of the pain releasing from her body, but she couldn’t catch her breath no matter how hard she tried. It felt like drowning with no water in sight. She couldn’t even cough. So she just closed her eyes and waited as the sounds of her own choking reverberated off the walls.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno2 #tazwhump #tw poisoning #tw major character death #tw choking #tw knife #the adventure zone #taz #lup #taz balance

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Skyward Sword!

(@nayru-blu @ludoluck @artisticgamer)

It should have been a killing blow.

She knew that. She knew that.

This should have ended today.

It should have been a killing blow.

Hylia groaned, her breath catching as she braced against a withered tree. Her wounds ached despite her best efforts to patch them up. She knew she was still bleeding internally, the pain and swelling and progressive dizziness were indication enough.

She glanced back at the carved spiral that tore into the earth where a statue in her honor had once been. She could sense the darkness pushing against the seal she'd created, despite the freshness of the spell.

Despair overwhelmed her for a moment, and she slid down the tree to the scorched earth.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She had done what she could to fulfill the duty given to her by the Golden Three. She had protected the most vulnerable population and sent them into the sky alongside the Triforce, she had done everything in her power to keep as much of the enemy attack away from those who remained to fight.

But in the end, the war had nearly destroyed all of her mothers' creation. It felt like there was so little left to save, like Demise had really already won.

But he hasn't. And he won't.

Hylia squeezed her eyes shut, looking into the vast infinity of possible futures. In nearly all of them the earth flourished. In nearly all of them the world looked nearly as it had before the war.

And then there was him. Her Chosen Hero.

"Link," she whispered the name with tenderness and hope. She had chosen him across time for the task ahead, a contingency plan that she'd hoped she wouldn't need.

But now, as she saw golden blood start to stain her white dress again, she supposed that she would need him.

Drawing her sword, she held it in front of her. She'd done what she could to clean it after the fight, showing respect to the blade that had pushed Demise to the breaking point.

"Fi," she called.

The sword answered with a song, and from it emerged her companion and servant.

Her creation.

Fi was special to her. The world had been made by the Golden Three, but Fi was Hylia's own. And now, she was infinitely important.

"I have several messages for you, my dear," she said, coughing when her breath hitched again at the pain. "I will plant them in your mind so you can recall them when the time is right. Do you understand?"

Fi watched her with her unblinking eyes, her face expressionless. Hylia supposed she'd never really given Fi the chance to grow - her creation had been a necessity from the increasing demonic attacks. All she'd ever known was war.

Hylia's heart hurt at the thought of it.

Tipping her head to her goddess, Fi said, "I understand, Your Grace. I will remember the messages."

Hylia nodded and spoke the words to her. Then she bit her lip, feeling her energy continuing to fade.

"Your Grace, your vital signs are indicating a steadily decompensated state of shock," Fi reported, her usual songful tone seeming to subtly rise in pitch.

"I know," Hylia replied. "I will return someday, Fi. But for now, this will be the last time we see each other."

Fi remained silent, staring at her.

"Protect him," Hylia whispered, raising the blade. "Protect Link."

"I will protect and guide him as instructed, Your Grace." Fi assured her and then watched her for a moment longer before understanding the finality of the motion and command, returning to the sword.

Hylia clasped the sword with both hands, kissing the blade and sending it skyward. It would rest within the statue, and there Fi would remain in slumber until Hylia's Chosen Hero appeared.

She watched the sword disappear in the sky, and then with a sweep of her hands, clouds closed in, encasing the sky above in a protective fluffy barrier. The sunlight darkened, overcast and dreary, and the world was so, so quiet.

She felt so alone.

She didn't want to die.

Hylia knew that she would return. She knew that. She could use her power to transfer her essence, waiting for a vessel to be created by its parents.

But it wouldn't be the same. She wouldn't be the same. Not really. Different memories, different experiences. Same mind, same pattern of thoughts, but molded in a foreign manner.

Who would she be? She wouldn't be Hylia, not truly.

She let out a shuddering sob, holding herself as she shivered from the sudden shift in temperature. Her gown was nearly saturated with blood now.

Her Hero was chosen. Her rebirth assured. Her sword prepared. All that was left were the supplies, she supposed.

She wasn't going to leave her Hero without help, after all. She would do everything she could to guide him.

This was supposed to be her duty, not his.

Hylia extended her hand, and from her fingertips iridescent bluish lights shot forth, spreading throughout the land. They crystallized into shimmering cubes, holding treasure within that could only be accessed by her Hero.

The effort for such an act would usually be minimal. But with her wounds, it was too much.

Hylia let out a cry of pain that no one would ever hear. Her allies had all been killed or she had sent them away to rebuild.

She was alone.

What would dying feel like? Would it hurt?

Hylia cried again, but this time the pain was not what precipitated it.

But then she hugged herself and looked into the future again, into the golden future filled with life and hope.

"It'll get better," she whispered to herself. "He will not win. And everyone will be well."

I'm counting on you, Link. But don't worry - I'll be there to help you.

And so Hylia, clutching to that hope with all her might, breathed her last, her body turning into a shimmering gold light and shooting into the sky.

#happy birthday skyward sword!#skyward sword #hylia #fi #legend of zelda #writing

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jujutsukaisen-deathsgripau · 3 months

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KIYOSHI KOKUSHIBO

AGE:1000+

CLASS: SPECIAL GRADE CURSE

REPUTATION: Kiyoshi was a curse sealed at a similar time period to Sukuna. Known as his other half in some circles, the more selective and careful of the two while Sukuna was more abrasive and violent.

Kiyoshi was sealed in a arbiter seal. Only being able to be killed or freed once inside a vessel. This proves difficult since there are no cursed items to injest and she must chose the host on her own volition

CURSED TECHNIQUE: DEATHS COURSE

REAPERS FOG: While its appearance resembles normal fog, do not be fooled. It is anything but ordinary. Reapers fog is comprised of cursed energy and her breath combined. Inhaling this fog for more than a minute will cause sporadic coughing fits, loss of hair, and rapid aging to death.

UNDEAD SOLDIERS: Kiyoshi has the ability to take the souls of the death and condense them into black opal. Summoning the dead to fight for her as unwavering and unkillable soldiers that will only yield if she tells them to or is injured heavily and will absorb them to regain cursed energy

REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE: the ability to heal herself

REAPERS KISS: Wilting or killing anything she touches, this ability often leaves spider lily's behind as a mark of death.

BONE MARROW MANIPULATION: Ability to control bones, whether outside or inside someone's body.

SUPER SPEED AND STRENGTH: Just like Sukuna, she has extreme strength and speed. Though she is weaker than Sukuna in pure physical strength, she dwarfs him in speed

CURSED WEAPON : DUAL CHAIN BLADES

The dual chain blades are made of sharp bone. They allow her to propel herself forward and backward and can be used as grappling hooks. The blades themselves are almost unbreakable, able to cut through anything. The only way for them to be destroyed is through an overided command such as infinity or State of matter. If anybody attempts to pick them up without making a pact with her, they will fail.

If someone makes a pact with her to use her weapons but breaks the pact after, attempting to kill her with them. They will shatter on impact not doing her any harm, the shattered bone will dig its way into the attackers skin, poisoning them and killing them slowly and brutally.

GENERAL TRIVIA:

- Kiyoshi is not regarded as the queen of curses since she finds the title idiotic and pointless

-Kiyoshis' original design was inspired by Kai from Kung fu panda. And though this design is now gone, you can still find remnants of his influence in her abilities.

-if Kiyoshi had a voice actor, it would be Wendie Malik

- Kiyoshi is far more merciful than most curses. Giving her opponents a chance to escape as a mercy.

-Kiyoshi is inspired by the Gashadokurp demon.

-Kiyoshi is the personification of her human counterparts guilt spite and sorrow. Kiyoshi was born as her human counterpart died, destined to eternally reak vengance

-Kiyoshi had a daughter named Momoko, who was killed shortly before her sealing. She let the sorcerers seal her and cursed them so that they could not kill her until she was reuinted with her daughter.

-Kiyoshi is currently inside a vessel. One Momoko Fujiwara who is a reincarnation of her daughter. The curse allows Kiyoshi to be fully sealed inside Momoko without being executed since if the higher-ups attempted it, Kiyoshi would not be killed thanks to the curse. The only way to kill Kiyoshi currently is to let Momoko live her life and die naturally.

APPEARANCE

#Kiyoshi jjk #jjk #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen alternate universe #jujutsu kaisen #cursed spirit #cursed technique #ryomen sukuna #Kiyoshi Kokushibo #wendie malick #special grade #JJKDGAU #jjk deaths grip au

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ginneke · 8 months

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Hi! nebulas and novas please!

Little bit extra on this one!

The surge of relief when a shape breaks through the foaming film, dredging a familiar form out from the churning waters, cannot be overstated.

That Zora — for the newcomer is indeed a Zora, with scales as grey as winter sky — is so vast in size that a single hand is enough to scoop Link to the ocean’s surface. He appears dazed from the misadventure, and coughs around an incursion of seawater, but seems otherwise unharmed; his gaze twists up towards Revali, even before looking towards his rescuer.

As the worst of his alarm recedes, it dawns upon Revali that the shadow and the saviour are in fact one and the same.

“I am most sorry,” the Zora says, confirming it; “why, I took your vessel for a seal. Whatever are you doing this far out?”

#wip wednesday game #thanks for the ask!#nebulas and novas #feat. a surprise guest appearance #(exact speech patterns tbd; this is first draft territory)

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Heya! I jus wanted to say how much I adore and appreciate your blog, especially your HK content. It was definitely a unexpected discovery a year or two ago when I first found your fics. Pillbug's Protection was my first, and will always be my absolute fav. God, I dunno what it is about Quirrel and Ghost's dynamic, especially Quirrel dotin and fussin over Ghost, actin overprotective/protective, bein somewhat fatherly/parental towards them, and taking note to make sure they're alright. I know everyone writes Ghost differently, but I lovelovelovelove it when peeps characterize them as not so stoic and brave, like, fleshin' them out, and givin 'em a range of emotions and thoughts despite the fact that all Vessels died before hatchin' and the child inside was "carved out/hollowed/corrupted/tainted" with Void, and thus gave them a directive to ascend up towards the Pale King's light. Oooo, I know you ain't too heavy on the darker themes, but imagine a fic explorin Ghost's headspace, how they process trauma they might not even realize they've had, how they really percieve themself (hollow? vessel? duty-bound? a thing and not a bug? supposed to be pure and hollow despite bein' the opposite? internalizing self-doubt, self-loathin?), what they think of their relation to the Pale King, White Lady, and Hornet, how their existence affects others' perception of them, how normal bug culture had to be taught to them and how they were stilted on how to show affection and emotion at first, how they feel knowin they lack organs because they're pretty much primordial ooze personified into a child-like bug-root-god-thing shell and cloak?, how they think they hafta go through with freein the Hollow Knight and purgin the Radiance, how that's their only true purpose (even if it kills them), how they believe they won't be missed or mourned, how Hornet and Quirrel feel towards them havin' to end the Dreamers' lives jus to break the Seals… things like that.

Oop. My brain spilled. Sorry, sorry!

But yeah, any content between Quirrel and Ghost, especially hurt/comfort, protective/safe/soft vore, how their dynamic of bein pred and prey is handled, the sticky situations they get themselves into… I eat that up (no pun intended).

Again, thank you so much! These fics are a comfort for me, and Quirrel is a comfort character (and I sorta project onto Ghost?? Idk, I'm weird and they have so much character/narrative potential).

whghwhsahahhgevhghwwaegguhwhhhhhhhhh where are my crying screaming love reaction images I can't- euhwaewhhhhhh

this may be a vore blog but that doesn't mean I can't ramble about my fandom interests and dive deeper into character building mmmmm *clapclapclap* lessgo

so! I haven't thought tooo much about my Traveler and Tiny Ghost AU recently, but I still have some leftover thoughts from last year. I do love writing Ghost and Q/uirrel's dynamic, and as for Ghost's personality, I just write them how I see em, which was influenced by how I played them in game and by how I see them written in others' fics. Which is generally "curious and playful highly-skilled gremlin who has lived too long and been through too much to really be a child but at the same time is lacking some crucial development/worldly experience and deserves to regain at least some of the childhood they missed out on." I think I was supposed to switch out of quotes and back into rambling like a quarter of the way through that. eh, anyway. are they a child? are they an adult? both, kinda! probably! but anyway-

Me? Getting inspiration to try and go back and work on that TATG fic I started a year and a half or so ago? It's more likely than you think!

it continues the character and relationship development while also covering, y'know, plot (cough cough Archives), and how it relates more directly to this ask is that it acknowledges that "hey. you're not pure, are you? ...plan A probably isn't gonna work." not too much coverage on all the other stuff, but merhaps I could throw some more introspection in there! I seem to have a tendency for that these days anyway,,,;; and I did recently jot down an outline for a fic(let?) that's almost entirely just introspection on how O/ro is simultaneously touch averse and touch starved by the time present day rolls around, so. it's possible! man if only I could get my head out of K/ingdom's E/dge for two goshdarn seconds-

but! yes!! thank you!!! please feel free to brain spill if you feel so inclined!!!! asks like this make me hapbee (maybe someday I'll even get around to the other ones sitting in my askbox! *stares blankly at askbox* s. someday.)

#ask #askbox compliments #nph rambles #hk spoilers #vore mention #so often lately I find myself thinking #'man. I could be such a good writer for the general fandom if my muse wasn't vore.'#but at least I like this community even if smol lmao

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painsandconfusion · 2 years

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Waking Dreamer - Part Eleven

(tw: gore, broken bones, painful healing, bad caretaker, impalement, blood, manhandling, imprisonment, broken finger, loss of bodily autonomy)

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Zak hit the ground with a wheezing grunt. He heaved, trying to rest the twisting wrongness inside him. So strange to know everything was still wrong and gushing inside even after James had ripped away the shard of bone and sealed up the holes.

Can’t have blood going to waste, can we? No no, it has to stay on the inside when the show is over. Inside is where the blood is supposed to be. Even when it’s in the wrong ‘where’ where it’s supposed to be, James could still reroute it back into the blood vessels. Force his body to contract and constrict and shove it back into place as long as it was at least gathered inside him.

Neat trick.

They also couldn’t have someone following a dripping blood trail out the house and into the woods. No no no, that wouldn’t do. They couldn’t find Zak on his stone floor in his little room underground, sealed off by a rotting wooden door.

No no no no no. They couldn’t handle him.

Zak was far too clever and sexy and generally amazing for the average eyeball. Nah. They couldn’t handle it.

He coughed as James rolled him over, pressing a hand to Zak’s middle. A wheezing sound pressed from his stomach and rolled up his throat, splitting his lips as the agony twisted and changed in his middle, perforated organs re-knitting and schlooping back into place. Squirming inside him. Wrong but so much more right than before.

Zak didn’t bother begging. Didn’t bother asking James to be gentle.

He wouldn’t be. He liked the pain too much.

And it's not like he was going to die or something. Nothing was unfixable to James. He'd been torn apart and re-knit far too many times to have any lack of faith in the man's freakish skills.

Zak stuttered a sob as James’ fingers wrapped around his limp arm, kneading playfully at the sagging muscle and fat, flesh jiggling without its support system.

Zak actually kicked away as James started to shove the sharpened shard back into his arm.

James’ eyes rolled. “What? You want me to leave you like this? I was under the impression you wanted to keep your bones.”

Zak squeaked as James jerked him closer again. Aaaaaand suddenly legs-worky privileges were revoked again, keeping Zak still and helpless as the jagged edge scraped along the oozing flesh, shaving it back and catching on the fibers as it slid back into pace.

Zak choked on a cry, eyes closed so hard he saw flashes of plumeing color behind his lids. Basically TV. Prime entertainment any day of the week. So pretty pretty pretty.

The bone crunched as it twisted, chipping away a live piece and ripping another ragged sob from his barely-functional throat.

Whatever.

He was too tired to care.

Finally, the gagging and the grinding ground to a gritty stop, leaving him breathless as James’ fingers closed up the slice easily.

Bone re-knitting always felt so strange.

Everything so itchy and…chalky? He could feel it shifting slightly as his body built new connections to press together the tattered pieces, stretching the valley between them and re-working it with a convex shield of calcium.

Well.

Calcium?

Was that right?

Or was it keratin?

No no, that was bugs - Zak was pretty sure.

It had been a while since school.

Or outside.

Or…

Anything, really.

Zak decided to settle on it being calcium and not think about it anymore. He settled into the quiet, shuddering relief as the pain all but melted away.

There were tears caught in his ear lobes.

Ew. Itchy.

Salt.

He flicked an exhausted glare up to James as the man pulled back.

James’ eyebrow quirked up. “You have something to say?”

Zak swallowed with some difficulty, vocal chords unfreezing in permission to actually fucking use them for once.

“..y..you jus….y-ou took me out….for that?”

James shrugged. “What? You think we were going on vacation or something?”

Zak just stared as James stood, heading to the stairs. He chucked a bottle toward Zak.

Protein shake.

Basically half his meals.

“Drink. I’ll be back tonight.”

Zak coughed as he rolled onto an elbow, pulling himself up to sitting. “..g-ourmet - nice-”

James didn’t seem to care enough to respond. He just headed up the stairs, letting the door slam shut again behind him. Chains rattled - then clicked as the padlock snapped into place.

Zak sat up, scrubbing the tears from his eyes and picking up the bottle.

Fuck -ow!?!?

He flinched back as that HURT.

He glanced down at his hand - one finger still swollen.

James hadn’t fixed that one.

….still broken.

…broken by the strange boy James had hurt alongside him.

The one who held his hand.

Maybe a little hard, sure, but….

He’d held Zak’s hand.

No one had touched him that softly since…

Well, he couldn’t even remember when.

Any thoughts of the protein shake faded away as he settled himself against the stone wall, holding his hand. His eyes roamed over the faint outline of it in the darkness. His index finger traced the break.

The most wonderful pain he’d had yet.

He held it close, mind filled with this strange new face. Strange new pain from a strange new setting. A strange new story to build.

Finally not bored.

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Ninja Daily: Vapors 39

"As baffling as it is, you were admitted with critically low levels of oxygen in your blood. That caused the nose bleed, but it wouldn't have caused the broken blood vessel in your eyes. It could contribute to that of course, those with high blood pressure or are taking blood-thinning medications have an increased chance of bursting a vessel. Despite looking like something out of a nightmare, luckily the condition is not serious at all. It's just a sign of strain, usually from something like coughing or vomiting. Were you doing either of those things?"

When the girl shook her head, the Hokage rolled her eyes. "Of course not. Well, either way you were recuperating by the time you dragged your skinny self to the nonemergency room and startled that poor receptionist. It wouldn't have taken much longer for normal respiration to have restored your oxygen levels if you hadn't been panicking. What were you doing, by the way?"

"MumBleMumblE".

"What was that?" Tsunade cupped her hand around an ear, smiling rather wickedly now that she knew there was some dirt. "I didn't quite hear you."

"Sealing experiments, trying to figure out the Hiraishin," she mumbled slightly below the hearing range for humans. Tsunade must have been a dog or something, because her face twitched.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Aiko shook her head, meekly. It had been stupid to keep her project under wraps. It was just… it would have been so humiliating to have tried and failed. If she had told anyone and then been unable to make the high-level, personalized seal to perform it, she would have felt like they were judging her. Like she was just a stupid child who had aspirations above her abilities.

Now she seemed like a stupid child who didn't know when to share dangerous experiments with someone who could supervise the process.

"Uzumaki will be the death of me." Tsunade tossed the clipboard onto the end of the bed as if she didn't have enough energy to care anymore. "You will be released tomorrow morning. At that time, you will report directly to my office and demonstrate this skill for me. Have you told anyone that you were attempting to learn that?"

Aiko shook her head silently, mildly ashamed of that. But not enough that she would tell anyone if she'd had another chance. She had to swallow before speaking. "No. Jiraiya gave me notes from an old student, and his notations and process of re-inventing it were all included. I used parts of those notes as a reference this last month, and I really wanted to try my hand at it."

Something strange wavered in Tsunade's eyes. That made sense—the Hiraishin would be a sentimental topic for her. It had been invented by her grand-uncle, and the last user had been the student who broke her teammate's heart by dying young. The Hiraishin hadn't saved him. But it was still a powerful tool. The Hokage sighed. "That was a bad decision, but it serves our purposes well. Keep it that way."

After she was left alone, Aiko had a lot of time to think about what had gone wrong. As that was also tinged with what had gone spectacularly right, she wasn't entirely depressed.

Now that she wasn't being questioned, she had time to realize just how pleased she was with herself for making the Hiraishin work. She'd never admit to that feeling out loud. It would be highly inappropriate to be anything less than demure and humble, especially since she hadn't really had to work as hard as she should have for the technique. She had been able to basically crib from Minato's notes and avoid the problems he had in tailoring the technique and had been able to use his changes as a model. The actual elemental changes had been inspired by the conversion seal Jiraiya had designed for her.

Really, very little of the seal was her own original research. Of course, all of those resources would have been useless if she hadn't happened to be a cerebral individual with much more education than any of her peers. Having access to even a basic education from a world that thought in a totally different way gave her twice as much material to use as reference points where someone like Jiraiya would have to come up with ideas that were entirely new to the Elemental Countries on their own.

But hey, it was still really cool.

'The whole 'passing out and bleeding from my face' thing was slightly less cool, though,' she acknowledged in the safety of her own head. The symptoms Tsunade had described fit in with her theory that the Hiraishin involved displacement of air and other molecules, however. She must not have been engaging in perfect displacement, either through inexperience or distraction as she had gotten excited and light-headed.

'Come to think of it, being light-headed might help explain why I was giddy and less rational,' she realized. 'So perhaps the physiological reaction to the Hiraishin seals wasn't entirely a side-effect of the justu so much as that I was …doing it badly.'

Well. That was embarrassing.

This would require some experimentation. Either it was a problem of learning her limit—how many times and what distance she could use the Hiraishin without negative repercussions—or it was a problem of perfecting the technique.

In either case, it was thoroughly possible to acclimatize oneself to function more effectively with lower oxygen levels. That was how people in high elevation lived, after all. Whether this was an irritation she would need to work around permanently or one that she could eventually fix through better control of her technique, gradually repeated exposure would help make the symptoms less severe.

When she met with Tsunade the next morning, she was actually ushered into a conference room she had never seen before. The table was loaded with what appeared to be breakfast and her entire notes from the past month and a half. She took a seat without prompting and rolled a pear in her palm consideringly. Tsunade didn't seem to care one way or the other. She was cutting up some sort of rolled egg concoction and staring blearily into the depths of her coffee.

The fruit was sweet and juicy, wetting her lips when she bit into it. Aiko closed her eyes to enjoy it better.

"I don't suppose the light of day makes what you told me yesterday make more sense?"

She opened her eyes unwillingly to gauge Tsunade's expression. Her voice had sounded so tired. It was strange. "I'm not sure what you mean," she confessed.

The older woman gave a deep sigh. Tsunade unfolded a blank piece of paper and pushed a bottle of ink across the table. "Demonstrate."

So she did, easily inking the seal she had made three times just yesterday. The Hokage tugged it out of her grip and examined it closely, closing one eye to squint at some of the sigils. When she seemed satisfied, the paper was tucked into a folder. Then she picked out another piece of paper from the same folder and set it on the table.

"Uzu… Aiko.." She propped her chin up on her palm. "Look at this, and tell me what you see."

Confused, Aiko took the paper. Her eyes widened.

"It's my official statistics report."

She hadn't actually seen it before. She eagerly ran her gaze over the page, cataloguing the information Konoha had collected on her. The skills breakdown was particularly interesting.

Ninjutsu 2

Taijutsu 2.5

Genjutsu 1.5

Intelligence 4.5

Strength 2

Speed 3.5

Stamina 2.5

Hand Seals 4

Which gave her a total of… 22.5 out of 40. That was actually really respectable. Wasn't Kakashi-shishou's score something in the mid-thirties?

"That paper has not been adjusted to account for either your chakra chains or the Hiraishin, as they would skew the data. Do you see the problem, Uzumaki?" She didn't wait for an answer. "When I look at this sheet, I see a damn good Chuunin or a respectable Jounin who would excel in certain roles. And that is a major problem."

Well, that wasn't what she'd expected.

"You're already known for those chains that skew your otherwise lackluster ninjutsu scores disproportionately high, but the Hiraishin is in a completely different league. Aiko." Tsunade caught her chin and tilted it up. Aiko was so close that she breathed in the other woman's heady floral perfume.

She couldn't look away, not even if her chin had been released. Up close, those amber eyes were strikingly intense.

"You are not anywhere near the level you need to be in order to deal with the type of opponents you will draw using the Hiraishin. Your skills are skewed towards the training you've had as a tracker type."

Aiko couldn't deny that. Although she had worked on her own to master the few ninjutsu shishou had given her and to make her taijutsu high Chuunin levels, shishou had been the one to work her hard on speed and endurance. She could track down damn near any runner.

"So far, you have been compensating for your relatively small and underpowered ninjutsu collection with your intellect. That's a good tool. But spitting a little lightning isn't going to put down the type of shinobi who want to take a swing at a Konoha nin using Hiraishin. I don't think you understand what everyone else thinks of that technique. It is internationally reviled. Everyone will want you dead. "

She swallowed, hard. Then she averted her eyes as best as she could without tugging her face away from Tsunade's grip.

Though she couldn't see it, she could hear the sigh that whooshed out of the older woman. "Listen to me, girl. You do not have the hitting power, either in taijutsu or in ninjutsu to take down S-class ninja who will flock to kill you. I'm sure you can see your weakest points as well as I can. Some of them are more crucial than others. For example, you can survive without being able to cast genjutsu, since you can break them well, but you are pitifully weak in the physical sense. Isn't that why your arm was broken on your last mission?"

Embarrassment turned her face red with heat. She had been stupid. If she had stopped to think, she would have known that using Hiraishin would make her a target. It was probably actually the specific reason behind the decision to hide the twins' parentage. Every Academy student knew that Minato had ripped through entire armies with the Thunder God technique. Rock would want her dead quickly.

"I see you understand." Tsunade released her, turning her face to the side to avoid Aiko's eyes. She cleared her throat. "I had been planning to send you to Sand in a week, you know."

Aiko lifted her head, interested despite herself. Why Sand?

As if the Hokage had heard her thoughts, Tsunade continued, "It doesn't matter, unless you're taking the mission, which we will see about after a re-evaluation. Uzumaki, I absolutely forbid you to use or speak of the Hiraishin until such a time as I clear it, unless it is an absolute emergency. Hatake is out of the village, and will be for weeks. That's a problem for you."

'I didn't know shishou was gone…' It hadn't been that long since she'd seen him last, after all. 'Then again, it's probably an ANBU thing again,' she realized. That would explain why he hadn't told her he was leaving town.

"I'm giving you a two week cram period before I consider you for any missions, Uzumaki. If I were you, I would find a short-term mentor in either ninjutsu or taijutsu. Two weeks won't make you an S-class shinobi, but that might be enough for you to build muscle mass and work out some of the kinks in your taijutsu. I thoroughly expect to hear you've been on the training grounds at least eight hours a day. When Hatake is back, ask him for an upper class jutsu or two. Understood?"

She nodded silently. It made sense.

"I think it's time I told you something." Tsunade tapped her fingers on the table. "Didn't you think it was strange that Jiraiya, a man you barely knew, would entrust you with notes from a former student with the Hiraishin in them?" She watched the girl carefully. She'd half-expected this outcome, but she was still a little surprised to see the girl shake her head. Tsunade narrowed her eyes, cataloguing the tiny tells the girl was giving off. It was easy to see that Aiko was mildly uncomfortable—her gaze wandered away from making eye contact, and her pulse jumped in her neck. But at least she knew she couldn't lie to the Hokage.

"You knew," she said slowly. Aiko nodded.

Tsunade closed her eyes. "I see. Did Hatake tell you?"

"No. But it's obvious, isn't it? Naruto looks exactly like the Fourth Hokage. It's amazing that he hasn't noticed."

A good, truthful answer, but that wasn't everything. "Do you have any questions?" At the negative reply, she sighed. "Fine, then. Get out. I have a meeting coming up."

"Gai-senpai?"

The man turned in unison with his apprentice, eyebrows raising impossibly high. They'd hardly spoken before, after all, and she had never been the one to initiate more than pleasantries. Aiko gave a short bow to break eye contact.

"I was hoping to ask if I could train with you while Kakashi-shishou is out on a long mission. My taijutsu needs work, and I know that your taijutsu abilities outstrip even shishou's."

Shishou might actually be cranky with her for this, she knew during that first workout while Gai beat the absolute crap out of her and shouted cheerful encouragements. She wasn't entirely certain if the older men had a very strange friendship or if Gai really did just butt in on Kakashi-shishou's life. Either way, it wasn't really her place to intervene or use that connection to her advantage.

But the Hokage had been right. She needed to bring her other skills up to at least A-class in order to survive being known for an S-class skill. Solid B-class taijutsu would get her killed in a heartbeat. And Aiko wasn't completely blind to her shishou's faults as a teacher. He didn't seem to know how to teach some things. Being a literal genius at the shinobi arts didn't necessarily translate into being a good teacher of them, after all. That was why people like Iruka and Ebisu were so valued.

Gai was a little disconcerting to work with, however. He had the most formidable force of personality she'd ever encountered, topping even Naruto. The experience reminded her of times when she'd walked too close to a civilian teenager boy who'd apparently bathed in his cologne and the smell felt like a solid wall, burning her eyes and nose. The cologne wasn't bad, it was just too much for the human senses to properly compute, so her brain sort of flopped helplessly and tried to shut out the excess stimuli.

She did genuinely like him, however. He actually reminded her of a Daoist monk. He didn't care at all for convention or reputation, and it was impossible to forget the philosophy he articulated whenever someone seemed to be flagging (or when they were doing well, or before practice…). A man who cared about worldly things would not be caught dead in that jumpsuit. If you switched out mentions of "youth" for "the way", it'd be a perfect fit.

'Would it be sacrilegious to try to rewrite a sacred text?'

Aiko definitely did not have perfect recall and enough specific memories to reproduce the 'Classic of the Way of Power' in a state anywhere like it must have been when she'd read it, but she remembered some of the metaphor and meaning. Something is better than nothing, right?

She had to abandon that train of thought when Gai grabbed her wrist and sternly shook his head at her. "You are thinking too much! All your being must be focused on hitting the post."

Aiko valiantly resisted groaning, glancing down at her bleeding hands. She'd been set to doing this as soon as she was too shaky to meet Lee's blows in the second spar of the day.

This wasn't a training regimen Kakashi proscribed to, as far as she knew. Hitting posts was so old fashioned! Kunoichi and ninjutsu specialists rarely needed to callus their hands the same way that taijutsu specialists did. In fact, the roughened hands could be a detriment for her fingers' flexibility or the ability to blend in as a civilian cover.

But it would improve her physical strength, one of her lowest skill scores. And she could hardly turn her nose up at the training Gai offered when she had asked him.

The neat pile of books and notes on her low table painted a confusing picture that didn't entirely mesh with the quiet, professional girl she had spoken to earlier that day.

Shizune had gone out drinking with a few ANBU friends, leaving Tsunade and Tonton at the mansion alone. Tonton was sleeping, snorting and kicking at the soft, circular rug designated for his use.

If she could just stop mulling over her inconclusive analysis, Tsunade would have been sleeping as well. She had more than enough on her plate to be thinking about something as minor as this. But something just wasn't right about Uzumaki Aiko. Or at least, she didn't know exactly how to pick apart how the oddities about the girl tugged at her attention. The notes from Uzumaki had been impressive enough. She'd expected that—both Anko and Jiraiya had noted separately that she had significant natural ability. That was practically her inheritance, however, so it hadn't been entirely surprising until she'd actually parsed through just what was so strange about the notes that bothered her.

They were methodical, perhaps too methodical to have come from a teenager. It had taken Tsunade a while to analyze the pattern Aiko seemed to utilize, and it definitely wasn't how she would have been taught to experiment with fuinjutsu. Tsunade had never even heard of someone recommending the system of testing that Aiko used. It was full of odd words like 'controls' and 'blind' that didn't make any sense in context. Why would Aiko think to refer to unaltered seals as 'controls'? What was 'blind' about not knowing which seal she was testing? That was better described as 'just plain stupid'. At least, she had thought so until she realized that there was sound logic behind each of those choices and other strange ones throughout the notes. It was a completely foreign way of thinking about seals, and the girl had apparently dreamed it all up on her own so nonchalantly that it didn't even occur to her to explain what her terms meant.

Aiko had been noted by her primary teacher, one Umino Iruka, as having high intelligence, an independent personality, and a tendency to get bored and distracted during class when the material was too easy which seemed to manifest as doodling and writing in a diary. Judging by that, Sensei's choice to place her with Hatake made perfect sense. They had a lot in common, aside from the diary bit.

But those reports hadn't indicated intelligence anywhere near this level. Which meant either that Umino was incompetent, or the girl had been downplaying her mental capabilities.

Tsunade had tested that by showing the girl the statistics with her adjusted intelligence score and not commenting on it to see if Aiko would think it odd. 4.5 was unreasonably high for a teenager, after all. Intelligence didn't just measure natural mental proclivities, but how well they had been developed and honed. Either the girl had an enormous ego, or she'd had no reason to think the elevated score was unusual.

Judging by the books Yamanaka Inoichi had borrowed from his daughter to show her, it was the latter. He'd been impressed when little Ino claimed that the books were written by her friend. He'd been mildly alarmed when he'd realized just how many of those books there were. That was the work of years of writing. Tsunade had flipped through a couple herself and was easily able to see what had so alarmed Inoichi. They were obviously not the work of an adolescent psyche, and the writing project must have started when the girl was still in the Academy.

It was no surprise that her teacher had noted she was bored, Tsunade realized. The girl had to be a genius on Hatake's level to have been this articulate at such a young age. When a prodigy cropped up in their ranks, (and a real prodigy, not just a genius like that Nara boy or how they'd gauged Aiko to be) they wouldn't be left to languish in the Academy. It was a waste of resources. Tsunade wasn't certain if she thought the girl had been benefitted or damaged by slipping through the cracks for so long.

That, combined with what little she had managed to conclude of the girl's personality in person, did constitute something of a picture. Aiko had taken criticism well, proving that although she had to be at least a little overconfident (trying an S class fuinjutsu without guidance proved that bit) she wasn't arrogant and prideful. She hadn't balked at a superior giving her unpleasant advice.

The analysis was even stranger in juxtaposition to her brother. Tsunade was definitely fonder of Naruto. Unlike his sister, he was an open book with big dreams and a strong emotional intelligence. He was empathetic and sensitive to others, and almost had a sixth sense for cutting to the quick of their deepest fears. Naruto was a true inheritor of the Will of Fire, and if Tsunade had anything to do with it, he would be her successor to the position of Hokage when he was strong enough. It was almost unthinkable that he would fail to become an excellent shinobi, despite his lackluster academic performance. He had a strong drive to succeed.

'I wish I knew what was motivating his sister,' Tsunade frowned. The only reasons she could think of for a child to hide their intelligence would be related to avoiding excess responsibility and danger through premature promotions. But the way that Aiko worked spoke of a strong work ethic, which just didn't fit with the other information. Was it just an attempt to impress her sensei? It had been noted more than once that Aiko idolized Hatake. If that wasn't a hint that Aiko was a poor judge of character, Tsunade didn't know what was. He was a good shinobi, but a very broken person.

Personally, Tsunade thought it was adorable that he'd finally found someone more socially inept to mentor. She rubbed at tired eyes and made a mental note to have those books returned to Ino in the morning with orders not to let Aiko know they had been out of her hands. There would be no point in letting her know that others were poking around, after all.

As much as high level shinobi were often highly secretive and private people, Tsunade didn't like to have shinobi rapidly rising through the ranks that she couldn't sum up at a glance. Unknown elements complicated her ability to assign the right person to the right tasks.

Tonton cracked an eye open and sleepily got to his feet, snuffling quietly as he trailed behind Tsunade to her bedroom.

"I bet Shizune is closing down the bar," Tsunade muttered to the pig. He crawled up onto his little bed and collapsed. She let herself smile at the sight—a tired piggy was adorable—and tossed her green haori onto the chair beside her bed, fingers tugging on the obi securing her gray top.

She could worry about that later. Sleep was more important right now.

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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froggo-tea · 1 year

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OK OK IM THINKING- (Big ramble coming ahead, also there might be some grammar mistakes lol, you've been warned)

I’m analyzing PK’s relationship with Hornet cuz they aren’t talked about that much-

In my mind there are like two main ways on how Pk could’ve been towards Hornet:

Either he was a good father that cared or he was a piece of shit

If he was indeed a good father then he probably loved her a lot. Hornet was like a big priority for him and he cared for her, he worried for her safety, because of that Hornet probably saw him as like the hero of the story. She exaggerated her thoughts on how good PK actually was and justified every decision he took because “he’s the good guy he wouldn’t hurt anyone” and cuz “everything he does is for her sake and the sake of the kingdom”, this big love she had for him made him seem like the greatest guy she has ever met and she was putting him in a pedestal. It wasn’t until she met PV that some doubt on her innocent like 4 year old mind started to crawl inside (personally I think PK created the dreamers before the hollow knight was elected, so hornet was born before PV).

PV looked just like her, a little kid who didn’t know anything, but that wasn’t true, PV was a vessel to be used against the infection, someone who was doomed ever since they were born, that is why Hornet probably started to doubt her father yet she chose to ignore those thoughts assuring that her father was doing this for the best. So she treated PV as a sibling, she hated how everyone else referred to them as an object because for her they were more than that, Hornet loved her sibling and it hurt her a lot to loose them and her mother.

When PV was sealed, no body told her what was actually happening, her mother lied to protect her so she wouldn’t suffer. Of course she did suffer but a little bit of hope still lingered in her mind, hope that her mother and her sibling would come back and give her the biggest hug she has ever had. I like to think that the failure of the vessel plan took some years to happen, when hornet was a pre-teen maybe, so when she turned 11 her father told her everything as the infection started to rise again. Aghh I imagine Hornet’s heart shattering in pieces as she knew that every single person who she loved lied to her, she ran from the palace and hid in deepnest. That is were all her trust issues came in, Hornet adored her father yet she slowly started to realize that he wasn’t the man she thought he was, she thought he was kind and brave but when she went back to the white palace to see nothing, she understood. No, her father wasn’t the hero in the story, there are no heroes in real life, her father was just a king who did the most horrible things he could to protect a kingdom that was doomed from the start. He lied to her, he used her sibling in the most disgusting way possible, destroying them and making them play the role of an empty vessel without any thought, he killed millions of his own children, millions of her own siblings, he took her mother away from her for a plan that was never meant to work. Hr was a coward, specially since he went to hide in his palace in the dream realm, not falling by the side of his kingdom. That is when the cruel reality struck her, she was stupid and naive to trust in such man, to love him and justify his actions with lies.

Now I don’t want to make PK the bad guy here cuz I’m a little bit of a PK apologist so I will say that he did all of this cuz he ain’t got the best mental health and his sanity was long gone, but he did care for Hornet, he loved her and wanted what was best for her. When hornet ran away his heart also broke, Hornet was not the only one to loose every person she loved, Pk also lost the people he cared for her (his children, his wife, Lurie- cough*), so he hid cuz he was ashamed of himself.

But if we do take a look on the other way I said, well he was more selfish and had a bigger ego- still without sanity tho lol-

Gonna analyze that on another day tho I’m tired of thinking

Also the songs "Rät" by Penelope Scott and "Would've, Could've, Should've" by Taylor Swift inspired this :)

#hornet and pk's relationship is pretty deep to me hrjgfpvk #hornet has trust issues #hornet also has daddy issues #welcome to “cookie loves to ramble and make fictional characters suffer” my new series lmao #Cookie loves to ramble and make fictional characters suffer #the hollow knight #hollow knight rambles #hk pale king #hk hornet #hk pure vessel #hk dreamers

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zorkaya-moved · 8 months

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JJK VERSE ORIENTED — SIX SEALS ON MORANA'S DOLL, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY ARE BROKEN?

Morana’s Doll has six seals that were created by Chernobog when his wife turned into a cursed spirit and he took it upon himself to become the seal to keep her grief away from destroying everything around, including their surviving son who later on would continue the bloodline.

There are five seals that represent the family of Chernobog and Morana, specifically memories connected to their life as a family with their children. The five seals are shared between the seals imbued with memories of their four children and Chernobog himself. They are seals that must be redone every five years, which is considerably less than what was happening when the doll was first created thousands of years ago, prior to Master Tengen’s appearance to be exact.

The center of Morana’s curse is LOVE, but specifically betrayal of the one she loves the most and the loss of those she loved the most. She was torn apart from her feeling of love, which left an eternally freezing agony and lament that makes her turn everything around into silent and still ice age because then no one will leave and nothing will make her remember the loss of that warmth. But this is going to be discussed in another meta in greater detail.

Returning back to the seals and how they affect Zarina. Each year, when the seal breaks down, Sokolova experiences an intense level of pain and she grows extremely cold, which renders her immobile for a couple of minutes. Additionally, she may start coughing out blood as her body goes through a forceful expansion of her cursed energy that comes from Morana’s doll. Morana’s cursed energy is extremely cold as her Slavic legend suggests, which is why Zarina’s body must adapt to it before settling back to normal state. Sokolova is well aware when that day happens and makes sure that she spends it at home or somewhere where she can go through that intense shot of pain without anyone else witnessing it.

The more chains/seals are broken from Morana’s Doll, the more dangerous it is for Zarina’s to use her Domain Expansion due to how it attunes/connects her to Morana’s spirit sealed in the doll. The fewer seals there are, the more possibility there is for any Morana’s cursed to be possessed by the spirit. Thankfully, Sokolova was blessed with an inhumane ability to control herself, her mind, and her soul, which has never been a problem for her in terms of Morana’s possession. However, it is why her family continues to underline how essential it is for her to never know love of another, all because it’ll give Morana’s spirit a way to ‘control’ Zarina’s mind. Sokolova herself does not think it’ll be an issue either way, stating that even when Morana’s spirit was aggravated during the ceremony, she was able to repress her with relative ease.

I mentioned only five seals from Chernobog but said there are six. The sixth seal is the very person who acts as Morana’s cursed. If they are killed, it doesn’t mean that Morana is killed. If there are still several seals left, the spirit will instead return to the previous woman who is cursed in the family, waiting for the rest of the seals to be broken. She is a petty woman, after all. However, there is also a problem where killing the sixth seal may not kill them. What do I mean by that? If the person who has been mortally wounded beyond using RCT, if their desire for life is stronger than anything, they can exchange their death for one of the seals. As Morana represents winter and death, she’ll negate death’s hold but will break one of the seals or possibly even two depending on how strong Morana’s cursed is mentally. However, the sixth seal is not an ‘active’ seal, it is the very vessel of Morana that she needs to possess to be in full power.

What happens if all seals are broken? Naturally, Morana’s spirit will possess the body of the woman from her family she cursed. In this case, Zarina Sokolova. After all seals are broken, the spirit of death in winter will be far more powerful and aggressive in its possession, freezing and shattering the mind of the person she possessed. Not only that, she will greatly alter the ecosystem around the continent of Japan as well, bringing the beginning of an ice age if not stopped. Morana’s Doll during the history of Slavic countries and Russia has been used by sorcerers to protect their country, which is where the common saying of Russian winters comes from.

#❅ 𝐕. JUJUTSU KAISEN ⤻ she’s got blood cold as ice，and a heart made of stone. ❞#I AM GOD NOW GOODNIGHT

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