#I headcanon that ghosts can sense their murderer is alive or not or if they turn into a ghost

[fractiflos]

May I have headcanons on how Daigoro Banjo and Hikage Shinomori met? I have many ideas of my own haha. Thank you!

YES! I was hoping someone would ask me this one. I have my own take on how they met and have been wanting to write it, but the time has never been right for that. I'll put that one as a bonus. Which got long.

A drunk and/or injured Banjo wanders into the woods. Hikage finds him and takes care of him for the night, but fully expects him to be able to walk off the next day. To his surprise he's pulled into conversation the next day, and by the time the sun sets, he's got a friend.

They actually knew each other when they were kids. Not well, since Banjo was a little younger, but well enough for Banjo to remember the quiet kid who hid in the weirdest spots. Eventually their lives took different paths, but you can bet he was surprised to see his old acquaintance sharing berries with a rabbit in the middle of the woods.

A villain was trying to escape through the woods and Banjo chased after him, leading him to team up with Hikage to take him down. Once that was done with, Banjo had a lot of questions for this guy and they ended up becoming friends.

A bit of a reverse to the last one where they team up to find some missing hikers in the woods and become friends along the way.

Hikage got a bit too ambitious while training with OFA and accidentally hurt himself to the point he needed a hospital. He tried to get to one, but with how deep he hid, he collapsed just as he got the forest entrance. Luckily, Banjo had been exploring and found him just in time.

Bonus: My Take

AFO got tired of chasing Hikage around the woods and was busy running an empire, so he decided to hire some help. An assassin with a homing quirk (it worked by getting small objects like knives to chase after a target), though he instructed that Hikage was to be captured alive so he could get the quirk. The assassin and Hikage fought until he managed to knock them unconscious which cancelled their quirk and he dumped the body outside the woods. The nearby village found it, and despite the assassin being alive (though not after AFO found out) rumors spread until they say Hikage killed them.

A little later, Banjo would come into the village on vacation from hero work. He heard the scenery was nice and wanted to hike, but the villagers warned him about the murderer in the woods. He thought it sounded too much like a ghost story and went anyway. Besides, he was a hero so he could handle it.

It was a normal hike at first, but he couldn't help but feel like something was watching him. He was never the most patient person, so he spun around and asked "Who's there?"

Hikage, slightly impressed, came out of the woods.

"So, you're the murderer huh?"

He snorted. "Is that what they say about me? I didn't kill the assassin they sent after me if that's what you're wondering about. And I'm not leaving these woods."

Banjo was surprised at the mention of an assassin, but figured it would be best not to ask. "I wasn't going to ask that. So, if that's everything, I'll go finish my hike now."

He left, feeling eyes on him the whole way back.

-

Banjo couldn't get the forest guy out of his mind. He had so many questions and he wanted answers, but he knew he wasn't going to get them by asking. Not Forest Guy nor the villagers. He needed a way to gain his trust. But how?

As he ponders this, a sign catches his eye. He smiles and walks into the store.

-

The smell of soup attracted many small animals that were scared off by a loud noise and one large animal that was not. Hikage was confused, wondering if someone had dropped the container, only to see a note attached to it that read: Hey, I thought you might want something home cooked.

He regarded it suspiciously but Danger Sense wasn't going off and the soup did smell good. With a shrug, he ate it. It tasted as good as it smelled.

-

And so, the food continued. All sorts of things that could only be cooked in a home with spices and pans rather than roasted over a fire. Once a day he would find a container of food left in the woods. Until one day, when he went to check for more food, a man was there, standing a few feet away, holding his own container of food. Danger Sense wasn't going off, but Hikage was still confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought you'd want the company."

"I don't think I'll be very good company."

"I'll be the judge of that," Banjo said, plopping down and opening the bento he had bought with him.

-

And so that became the new tradition. The two sat noticeably apart from each other, eating the lunch Banjo bought. Hikage nodded and hummed occassionally as the other talked and when they were done, he would leave. Yet, his standoffishness didn't put him off. To Hikage's surprise, he kept coming back. It made him feel happy and warm, which terrified him.

"Are you a spy?" he asked one day.

"Pft, no. But that does mean you're someone worth spying on?"

Hikage wondered if this was part of the plan to get him to admit the quirk he had inherited. "No, but I couldn't think of any other reason for you to keep coming back."

Banjo smiled, "Well, I thought you looked lonely. But if you want me to stop, I'll stop."

Hikage opened his mouth and closed it after a few moments. Minutes passed, neither of them moving. "I don't want you to stop," he admitted.

-

From there, they grew closer. All thanks to that manual Banjo bought at a pet store, which explained how to lure out feral kittens.

#hikage shinomori #daigoro banjo #middle may ask game

[transluscentcats]

Shadows are so weird in Persona 5. 

You kill one but come across the same one later and it still remembers you after you execute it for fusion and doesn’t seem to hold a grudge for all the times you killed it or extorted it for money/items in negotiations. So, do they have a hive mind or are they individuals? 

They apparently come from the sea of human souls but get brainwashed (?) I guess when coming into contact with serious distortion. And when you successfully make on your mask they say they came from the sea of human souls. Does this make them ghosts in a sense? They talk about their friends and family during negotiations. So thy must have some kind of lives and can be considered alive in a sense despite how much you kill them while grinding in mementos. 

personas/shadows take forms that are commonly known or though about in the public conscious. Taking the forms of spirits (pixie), historical figures, characters (Narcissus), or gods that are well known if not believed in (Thor). Basically if someone on the street is aware on some level of that thing, it’s probably a shadow type. Though interpretations may vary on their appearance and persona-(hah) lity. it still begs the question of why some personas look completely different from  what most people would think of them for example Dionysus: why does he look like a mosais? most people would assume he would have normal (Greek/ Mediterranean) skin color not this mosaic thing. 

 or Cerberus: Original myths MAY have depicted him as one headed but everyone only thinks of him as three headed so why doesn’t his appearance reflect that? 

So many questions and most aren’t important

We know regular peoples shadows become normal personas such as Jack frost or Nekomata from mementos requests but maybe with some alteration of weaknesses. Personas found behave the same as personas awakened to so they must have the similar component of being essentially a shadow. So, if someone dies do they become their persona and float around the metaverse before being reincarnated? Does that make the metaverse kind of the afterlife? Are wildcards technically mediums/ ghost whisperers?

Given this information if I would have been the persona 5 protag I think I would have theorized that Morgana was a human who got reincarnated into the wrong body. The shadows come from the sea of HUMAN souls not any old animal souls. 

But this is still circling back to the question of , if the shadows you fight and recruit are technically people, or at least their souls, why do shadows of the same type all act as a hive mind instead of individuals? 

My theory is that the shadows/personas are souls but they lose their memories of the real world the longer they spend in the metaverse. This memory loss is caused by distortions and a shared hive mind of information with other people of the same exact personality as you. 

There are no real foods or places similar to the real world other than in palaces which act kind of like fly traps of familiarity and intrigue. Shadows when they talk about stuff from the real world, only know about that stuff as a result of shared information with like minded individuals. And their opinions that may have had more nuance and individuality in life are scrubbed into the same thing as those who are similar to them at a base level. And technically killing shadows IS murder but since it’s the metaverse, it doesn’t stick and therefore doesn’t count since you’re killing ghosts which aren’t really alive and might just regenerate.

I’ve never played persona 3 or 4 so if anyone has any other ideas, evidence, headcanons or thoughts I would love to hear them

#P5 #persona 5 #persona 5 rambling

[babycharmander]

Any director’s commentary for “No Secrets in Wartime”? That’s my favorite of your stories! 👀

Sorry it took me a bit to answer this! I wanted to look over my fic again so I could properly answer, cuz it's been a while!

Gosh okay so I can't give commentary over the ENTIRE fic, but I can give you a few things:

For one, originally Ford was going to be there at the start, with Sasha and Milla. But while I was still planning out the fic and before I started writing it, I dreamed about the fic, and in the dream, Ford's appearance was more unexpected, and Oleander felt a deep sense of shame that Ford was witnessing this dark part of him. I liked that a lot and decided to keep it, and that was the last thing that finally spurred me into writing the fic.

Morceau's Meat Shop was not a fun mental world to do research for. %) I looked up stuff about processing meat, and also meat processing rooms in butcher shops, and uh. seriously don't do this to yourself. do not. DO NOT. (At the very least though I think I was able to translate it to the horror-version in Oleander's mental world pretty okay?)

Milla ripping into Oleander for caring more about animals than he does the kids he's supposed to watch over was inspired by the 2019 version of A Christmas Carol, where the Ghost of Christmas Past rips into Scrooge for the same reasons, albeit over significantly more horrifying stuff. (Funnily enough, Scrooge in that movie also had trauma involving his father murdering a pet to teach him a lesson.)

My personal headcanon for Ford is that, even though he'd shattered his mind, he was able to keep himself together long enough to run the Psychonauts for a while, and helped train some of the members like Sasha and Milla and Oleander. I feel like this is possibly supported by canon in how, when Raz enters the Meat Circus, Ford remarks on how he knew that Oleander's dad was a butcher, meaning that he knew about Oleander's personal life, which I don't think Oleander would be super open about to just anyone. So he would also probably realize that Oleander had some buried trauma there, given he was a zoolepathic psychic, but he didn't know the full extent.

Which, speaking of buried trauma, Ford is full of it here. At this point, while he's in his right mind, he's still not whole, and he's still running with the false memory in his mind that he'd killed Lucy, which is something that still eats away at him, and why he's the one to rip into Oleander for killing Loboto (or attempting to kill him--none of them know Loboto is alive yet, of course). Also, if it wasn't obvious, the bathtub's shattering and causing a flood threw him into PTSD flashbacks.

also i just really really like writing Ford interacting with other characters. we barely get to see him interact with people beyond Raz or the Psychic 7 and I need to see More of Ford interacting with people please

The tank battle took me a while to figure out, but I had fun with the concept of the tank essentially being the id to Oleander's ego (since it shouts out all his unspoken thoughts and deepest anxieties), and Mr. Bun winding up being a sort of superego.

The thing with Mr. Bun was also this sense of like... Oleander's been stuck on that trauma for a long, long time. And I mean, trauma never goes away exactly, but Oleander never took any steps to properly recover from it, and in his mind he's just constantly trying to protect Mr. Bun and all these rabbits that don't really exist anymore, and it causes him to overlook the people he really does need to protect, that being the children. Which, they show up as rabbits in his mind to parallel how he sortof became like the way he viewed his father, in a way, which Milla goes into in the previous chapter.

OKAY GOSH there's probably more I could say here but I need to stop rambling. @__@

#morceau oleander #ford cruller #milla vodello #psychonauts #writing #bc answers nonsense #anonymous #psychonauts 2 spoilers

[milliedazzledust]

I'll Come Back for You (Bucky Barnes imagine)

REQUEST: ANON - something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission

ANON - winter soldier!bucky being protective over his scientist who’s forced to be take care of his health and she’s being kept there against his will too

ANON - Bucky Barnes request about how both reader and Bucky are each other support systems? It could be like a headcanon, how would the reader comfort him while how he comforts her so forth and so on

WORDS: 3506

A/N: So I don't know if I was inspired or if I just wrote too much, but I'm not sure this story's good. Anyway, feedback is really appreciated and I hope you'll like it :) (also don't forget to tell me if you want to be on my taglist ^^)

“What happened this time ?”

Her voice was only a whisper in the quiet room. The broken man silently sat on the examination table while she stuck a needle in his functioning arm. He didn’t speak, didn’t even flinch. This masquerade had started the moment she had set foot inside Hydra secret base. They had brought her against her will to take care of their most valuable soldier. It was always the same dance, rehearsed a million times since she had met him. After each mission, each murder, he’d come to her. She’d fix his physical wounds, take care of his arm and let him go.

More than often, she found herself feeling sorry for him. She knew what Hydra was doing to him, she’d heard the screams echoing in the distance. It would keep ringing in her ears for hours. Sometimes, the simple thought of picturing what he was going through was enough to bring her to tears. No one deserved to suffer this way.

The Winter Soldier was a cruel man, an assassin. She had seen him in action, had even been attacked the first time they were introduced. But despite being the necessary tool to take care of their valuable killer, she liked him. This wasn’t a place anyone could handle, not even him. And while she was aware of the danger Hydra represented, he was a different story. The man he once was had been trapped in a small corner of his mind, disconnected. His hands were his own, but his actions were dictated by an army that had invaded his head long ago. He was a machine turned on and off at will by the power of ten simple words.

“I was stabbed” Was his only answer. He didn’t give any detail, simply raised his shirt so she could inspect the injury.

“Do you feel any pain ?”

He blankly stared at an invisible point on the wall, avoiding looking at her. He was aware anyone could be listening.

“Soldier ?” She called him, stopping her movement and waiting for his response.

“I don’t feel anything” His voice was emotionless and a chill ran down her spine when he spoke. He was detached, impassive, a statue unaware he was capable of sentiment.

She cleared her throat, trying to stay focused on her task. She cleaned the wound, took his vitals, wrote down the conclusion of her examination and prepared what she needed to sew him up.

When she was about to administer the anesthetic, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She caught her breath, frightened, but made no movement. For the first time that day, he turned his head to look at her. Whatever she saw in his eyes was enough to ease the tension in her shoulders and she relaxed.

“It’s okay” She whispered, a kind smile on her face. “This is propofol”

She knew he would recognize the name. She had spent countless hours explaining everything she was doing to him in detail so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable or scared. He was a super soldier that required extreme measures of treatment.

“No drugs,” He told her.

“You might regret that decision once I start to put the stitches in”

“I need to stay conscious,” He explicated, almost begging her. “Please”

She didn’t argue, only glanced at a camera behind her recording their interaction.

“Alright” She conceded. “I’ll switch to saline”

He nodded, grateful she wasn’t pushing. She turned her back carefully so her table was no longer in the camera’s field of view and he watched her emptying the needle and filling it with a harmless mixture of water and sodium chloride. Nothing that would put him to sleep.

“Have you ever been to Greece ?” She asked him out of the blue. He stared at her curiously. “I’ve always dreamed of visiting. It has the longest coastline in Europe, with so many islands between the blue Aegean Sea to the east, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, and the Ionian Sea to the west. Can you imagine how beautiful it must be ?”

She kept talking for a while about the country, the books she had read and the films she had seen about it. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, his head tilted to the side, wondering why she was telling him all this. Not that he minded, he loved listening to her. She had the power to calm him down. He was constantly on high alert, ready to fight whomever he was told to kill, prepared to endure whatever torture they had prepared, but this room and the woman inside were his only small moments of peace. Her voice was the music he desperately needed to sooth his soul.

“Why are you telling me this ?” He wondered out loud.

She smirked. “To take your mind somewhere else than here. Seems like it worked”

He glanced at his stomach and realized the stitches were already there. Too engrossed in her story, he hadn’t noticed or felt anything.

“How…”

“Funny how magical words can turn out to be, isn’t it ?”

She could swear she saw the flicker of an emotion on his face looking back between his wound and the woman, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Thank you, doc”

She hesitated a moment before gently taking his hand on her own.

“Be careful” She muttered. “There’s only so much I can fix”

“I will” He promised. “Are they … are they treating you right ?”

She shrugged. “If threatening to kill me is what you consider right, then I guess I’m a real princess in a castle”

He ran a jerky hand through his hair and seemed to be looking for the right words to say but never spoke.

“Can I ask …” She began, curiosity getting the best out of her. “What is your real name ?”

When his gaze fell on her, all she saw was pure panic. Her question, as simple as it may have been, had surprised him. He didn’t remember, didn’t even question anyone, because it hadn’t mattered. He didn’t need to be more than a ghost to be able to kill.

“I’m sorry” She apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t know” He admitted.

She gulped and looked away. His eyes held too much confusion and despair. Coming face to face with the enormity that was this man’s fate was sometimes undeniably heartbreaking.

“Can I call you Winter, then ?” She suggested.

He seemed to ponder for a while before offering her a small smile. “Yes, yes I’d like that”

It hurt to see a glimpse of happiness on his face for something as simple as a name and the woman didn’t realize that what she had just given him was the shred of an identity. A tiny piece he would hold onto. He was living inside a nightmare he had no idea he was trapped into, and if she dared to help, she would pay it with her life. So all she had the power to do was give him a name. Make him feel alive again.

The next time she saw him was only a couple of days after, carried by two agents, head hanging low and barely conscious. His clothes were stained in blood and his metal arm seemed dislocated.

“Patch him up” One of the men coldly ordered. They dropped the injured soldier on the ground like he was nothing more than an object, not even human.

She rushed to his side, checking his pupils first with a flashlight to rule out any intracranial damage to his brain. She did the same on his chest with a stethoscope, searching for any potential life threatening injury. When she moved to his shoulder to inspect the metal bones, he regained consciousness. Maybe it was the sight of yet another scientist above him or the touch of her fingers on his skin, but the man was quick to react and got on his feet in no time. His human hand wrapped around her neck tightly and he pushed her body with force against a wall, choking her. She tried to speak, but the action had been so sudden and violent that she was unable to move a muscle. He was in a trance, eyes filled with hatred that she knew was not directed toward her. Whatever he was picturing in his mind had awakened the assassin. She was the threat and he was in a game of survival.

She whispered his name several times but it was only after a minute, when she was on the verge of passing out, that he seemed to realize what he was doing. He stared at her with wide open eyes and released her from his grip. Her body fell on the floor before she started coughing, struggling to catch her breath.

“I’m…” He tried to speak, looking down at his hands in horror.

“Water” She managed to whisper.

He brought the woman a bottle and tried to help her on her feet. When he reached for her, she involuntarily flinched. A pure reflex. She didn’t miss the sadness on his face as he recoiled from her.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know. It’s alright”

“I could’ve killed you” He said it more to himself than to her.

“But you didn’t” She laid a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm her heart rate. “What happened ?”

“You touched me,” He explained.

“I touch you all the time” When he smirked, she realized the double meaning behind what she had just said. “Hm … why would it be any different today ?” She immediately changed the subject.

“Usually, when I’m unconscious I can … sense them around me. Working on me. And I can’t move but I still feel the pain”

Once again she was at a loss of words against the heaviness that was the burden of his life.

“Are you sure you’re alright ?” He repeated almost in a childish voice.

“I’ll get over it, don’t worry” She tried to reassure him. It didn’t seem to work. He took a temptative step, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. He moved his hand toward her neck, deliberately going as slow as he could. His eyes stayed on hers, watching out for any sign of fear. “What are you doing ?” She said in a breath, a different kind of shiver rolling down her spine.

“I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you” The sincerity and concern she heard in his voice were unsettling. She stared back in disbelief, but didn’t move. This was the closest they had ever been and it almost felt unreal for both of them. Too good to be true, especially in a place of nightmare like this.

He tilted her head to the back, still looking at her, and softly brushed his thumb over her skin. A bruise was already starting to appear. She saw the change in his eyes, the regret and sadness when he lowered his gaze. He kept inspecting her from all angles possible, making her chuckle in the process.

“Are you done, doctor ?” She joked.

He tried not to smile but miserably failed. “Almost. Haven’t found a diagnosis yet”

This time she laughed.

“C’mon, I’m not the real patient here. I need to take a look at you” She glanced at his metal arm, still dislocated. He was avoiding using it and she had noticed.

He sighed but didn’t remove his hand from her neck. Instead, his thumb slowly reached her cheek and he gently stroked her skin.

“I wish I could get you out of here” He whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this”

“Neither do you”

He clenched his jaw and plastered a tight smile, refusing to acknowledge what she had just said. He lowered his arm and sat on the examination table without saying anything.

“I’m gonna … hm … I’m gonna need to cut your shirt open” She gulped, trying to keep her cheeks from getting any warmer.

The man smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby that he handed to her. She took it but didn’t dare to look at him, too uncomfortable by the situation. As she cut his shirt higher and higher, her hands started to shake. He could see her shifting her weight from side to side and desperately avoiding any eye contact. She was embarrassed and he was enjoying every second of it.

When finally she had taken it carefully off his body, she huffed in frustration. There was no denying that he had beyond toned muscle structure, verged into defined and well built curves.

“Is it… is it alright if I touch you ?” She allowed herself to take a glance at him, and rolled her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.

“More than alright, doc” He teased her.

The moment her hands came in contact with his skin, he involuntarily flexed his muscles. She took a sharp breath, trying not to lose focus when she cleaned his wounds. She looked up at him to make sure he wasn’t in any pain, only to realize he was already staring. What should have been a quick glance turned into something more, a moment that lasted a little too long. When he leaned in toward her, she suddenly seemed to notice the lack of space between them. She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“Quit flirting, Winter” She reprimanded him with a playful grin.

He laughed. It was the first time she heard that sound and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. He looked so carefree and alive, so human. She was finally meeting the man behind the assassin, and he troubled her even more than the silent killer.

“I kinda like to see you flustered, doc”

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide her obvious nervousness.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She pursed her lips to keep from smiling.

“Sure you don’t” He sniggered.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna need to put that shoulder into place”

Instead of talking, he grabbed her hips and considerably shortened the distance she had put between them. Her eyes widened from both the sudden gesture and the feeling of his fingers on her body.

“Go right ahead, doc”

She leaned in toward him to have a better access to the injury, ignoring the unexpected shudder. She was practically over him, a hand on his shoulder, the other on his broad back. If he felt any pain when she pushed the bones back into place, he didn’t show.

“All good ?” He muttered, heavily breathing. She was about to ask if he was okay but the words stayed stuck when she realized how close their faces were. He wasn’t hurt, no, he was perturbed by her presence. He could smell her perfume and see the hair raising on her neck. Whatever he was feeling, she felt it too.

“Do I make you nervous, soldier ?” She said, a smile building on her full lips.

“You have no idea, doctor”

She turned to face him. They locked eyes and, for a moment, none of them moved. The atmosphere instantly changed when he bit his lips. He bent closer and closer, and this time she didn’t push back. When finally he kissed her, she froze in place. He was about to draw back when she grabbed his neck, deepening the kiss. A sensation she couldn’t comprehend took over her whole body. He didn’t rush, took his sweet time lingering his lips over hers. She could swore her knees would have given out if he wasn’t holding her in place. Her chest was fluttering and she lost all sense of time. He pulled back from the lack of oxygen, but not before caressing her mouth one last time.

“Too much?” He inquired quietly.

She shook her head, laughing. “No. Just enough”

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a while” He admitted.

“Quite the change of attitude. I could’ve sworn you wanted me dead only ten minutes ago” She joked.

He pouted, not particularly happy she was reminding him of his previous outburst.

“You’re all set up, Winter” She announced after one last look over his chest. “No major damage”

“Have you checked my heart ?” He joked with a smirk. “I think it’s beating a little fast”

She coughed to try and hide her laugh.

“I’m afraid that’s not fixable” She started to write her report, ignoring his lingering gaze on her. Her brain was still fuzzy from the kiss they shared. “Unless I stay away, which would probably ease your … discomfort”

“Who said anything about discomfort ? That’s a kind of pain I’d rather enjoy”

She raised an eyebrow, not missing the way her own heart palpitated.

“Don’t play with fire, soldier”

He smirked. “Between us, I’m trying to delay the moment I’ll have to go through that door again”

This time she lost all joy and raised her head from what she was writing on her report to look at him.

“You’re strong enough to leave this place, you know”

“Leave where ?” He asked.

“Somewhere you’ll find who you really are”

“Does that somewhere include you ? ‘Cause you should know I won’t go without you”

She walked up to him and took his hands.

“Save yourself while you still can, Winter” She sadly replied.

“What about you ?”

“I’m just … collateral damage” She exhaled.

He gently pressed his forehead to hers.

“I promise I’ll come back for you after that last mission”

“I’ll hold you onto that”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, making her forget once again where they were and what their reality was.

“I’ll take you to Greece” He whispered. “Just the two of us. Wouldn’t that be great ?”

“It’s a date” She grinned, making him laugh.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. We’ll get out of here” He swore. “And I’ll take you dancing under the stars of Mykonos”

He didn’t know then that he would never have the occasion to keep that promise. They would have more moments, stolen from the chaos of this place, but nothing more. Weeks later, he would hear rumors about treason and compromising positions. He would understand too late they meant her. She was his weak point, and the Winter Soldier couldn’t have any weaknesses. She was disposable, he was an assassin with superpowers. All the recordings they had proved he no longer could be operational so long as she was still breathing.

“Buck, you alright ?” A voice suddenly spoke in the agonizing silence.

He turned around to his friend, brushing the tears he didn’t realize had started to fall. Standing in the empty room, he couldn’t move away from the dried patch of blood on the floor.

“Yeah, I just need a minute” He shook his head, trying to make the painful memories disappear.

The man behind him began to inspect the place, searching through scattered papers around a desk.

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N” He read.

Bucky closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. The simple sound of her name was enough to widen the open wound inside his chest. He sat on the examination table one last time, without her. Forgetting he wasn’t alone, he let himself wander into his most precious memories. He remembered the taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin. Every detail engraved in his head forever.

“Did you know her ?” The person asked.

“Yeah”

The man stopped what he was doing and observed the former assassin for a solid minute. He looked heartbroken.

“Bad memories ?” He inquired.

“Not in this room” Bucky sadly smiled.

“What happened ?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Steve”

The Captain hesitated for a moment but didn’t push. He was aware his friend was still healing and whatever the place was, it was part of his pain.

“Is she dead ?” He only questioned.

He gulped and tilted his head backward to keep the tears at bay. “They took her away from me” His voice cracked when he spoke. He was not able to stop the violent sob that escaped his mouth. He wanted to say so much more but the lump in his throat was far too heavy.

“I was too late,” He whispered. “I promised I’d come back for her but I was … too …”

His shoulders started to shake as tears ran down his bloodshot eyes. Steve rapidly closed the distance between them and hugged his friend, letting him express his sadness. They stayed there until he was calm enough to take a deep breath.

“You ready ?” The Captain inquired.

The broken soldier silently nodded.

“Where to now ?” Steve asked him. “You’re free to go anywhere you'd like”

“Greece. I have a date in Greece”

Taglist below the cut

@partypoisonsblog - @tylard-blog1

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #the winter solider x reader #the winter soldier imagine #the winter soldier imagines #the winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier imagines #winter soldier fanfiction #tfatws #fatws

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

okay, I want to hear about your thoughts on Renesmee wanting to eat Edward?? What's up with that. Also would love to hear about your opinion on this child in general. All the people in her life are hardcore projecting on her, what's the alien child's perspective on all this shit. Thanks for all the twilight meta its wild.

Thank you, glad you enjoy my rambling, strange, thoughts.

What’s Up With Renesmee Devouring Her Enemies?

So, this one’s actually a bit of headcanon on my end, not really supported by anything directly. We’re going way into left field with this.

But I do have this. Renesmee is a highly efficient predator, perhaps in a way more so than the vampire (although she is weaker and slower than vampires) and Renesmee is... not human, for whatever that means.

Everything we see of Renesmee’s early biological development, and what we see happening in Nahuel and his sisters, makes a lot of sense from a biological standpoint.

The mother is turned essentially into a hybrid incubator, such that even if she wanted to abort she likely would not be able to or would not survive it. The child grows at a rapid rate in the room and has to eat itself out, at which point it has a starter meal of the human mother. The child then grows absurdly rapidly to the point where, mentally and physically, it can survive on its own. Growth then slows and then stops when sexual maturity is reached, presumably for reproductive purposes.

Vampires cannot do a few things. They are a half-sterile race, only able to reproduce through humans and the previously male half of the human species. They also need external help to kill a fellow vampire. In other words, they have to light a fire.

Until you burn the pieces, the enemy vampire isn’t dead. Now, using fire as a tool is to date something only the human species has figured out. It is not intuitive and an odd coincidence that vampires had this prerequisite knowledge (I have thoughts on what vampirism even is and where it comes from). 

I imagine, just as Renesmee presumably has reproductive capabilities that vampires lack, she also a has a toolset that vampires lack: the ability to kill a vampire without the need for fire. 

Given that Renesmee’s able to eat human food, this implies she has a digestive that is able to break down nutrients. The reason vampires can’t eat other vampires is they lack this. Edward swallows pizza, he’s vomiting that shit back up three hours later and it’s going to be very solid and very gross. Whatever venom did to his innards, most of his vital human organs aren’t working anymore.

Given that Renesmee’s this mix of venom and who knows what kinds of fluids I believe her stomach is capable of breaking down and digesting vampire flesh. This seems to me the most obvious way to eliminate an enemy vampire when no tools are otherwise available.

Hence, instinctively, if Renesmee wants to murder Edward she will eat him.

(Also, as you can tell, the image is just horrifyingly delightful to me, and so it’s my go to response.)

As for why she would want to eat him, see here and here.

The Family and Renesmee

As you note, everyone in Renesmee’s life projects someone else onto her.

Not so much Carlisle, he just seems very bewildered and overwhelmed by everything at first, and one of the few who openly notes how not human Renesmee is and the implications of this (given the chromosome experiment, I’m sure Carlisle was expecting a squid).

Even in the early stages though we see Edward, Bella, Alice, and Rosalie as primary offenders. (I’d list Esme except Esme is... being Esme about it, so, she’s just floating through Renesmee’s life like her Cullen ghost self and not even at the point where she can project anything onto her. Besides, that’s what Edward’s for.)

Edward sees the best of both himself and Bella in Renesmee, a little intellectual who reads War and Peace at a few weeks old when she has no understanding of the concepts of War, Napoleon, Russia, or Peace. As Edward always does, he so obliviously projects onto her, that I imagine it doesn’t matter what Renesmee says or does around him and she quickly figures that out.

Bella’s left the planet. Renesmee’s this beautiful thing, that looks like Edward, that is her daughter. Bella has no idea what parenting is. She’s floating through life preparing herself to become Esme 2.0. It’s not so much that she projects onto Renesmee but that she... completely fails to connect her to reality. Renesmee is a concept to Bella. Renesmee might figure this out, but given her feelings for her mother, I imagine she’s far more conflicted about it. She probably wishes things could be different between them, and often tries to find ways to make it so, it just never works.

Alice treats Renesmee much as she treated Bella, as her little doll that she can dress in cute clothing. Beyond that, Renesmee is a nuisance who messes with Alice’s gift. Oh, Alice likes her well enough, but I don’t see them having an actual meaningful conversation or connection.

Rosalie’s probably the wort offender in the projection domain. She is absolutely projecting the ideal human child she never had onto Renesmee. When Renesmee inevitibly fails to live up to these perfect standards, which even a human child wouldn’t, I imagine Rosalie will get increasingly upset. Acknowledging Renesmee isn’t what she wanted either would probably break Rosalie, so she’s not going to do that, and instead try to get Renesmee to behave correctly. For however much she cares about Renesmee, I imagine Renesmee sours on her growing up, as she knows she will never be what Rosalie wishes she was. Grateful that Rosalie helped keep her alive, of course, but... she would also probably wonder, as fandom does, just how much Rosalie was hoping Bella would die in birth (for the record, I think this might have been an idle fantasy of Rosalie’s, but I don’t think she’d go this far.)

Then of course, there’s Jake. Woof, Jake. As I linked above, I think Renesmee will slowly become more and more disenchanted with Jake. She’ll either learn about or suspect her own gift, have no interest in having a romantic relationship with him, or learn about his checkered past with her mother. More Jake is...

Imprinting, at a very large distance, sounds nice but imagine what that means. You have this person who is utterly dependent on you, who will do whatever you want and be whatever you wish them to be. In other words, you have this codependent person you can never get rid of who is never authentic. They will never say no to you, will always do what you wish, and if you dare to tell them you want a little time to yourself they will probably combust into flames.

That’s not a good relationship for anyone: imprinter or imprintee.

Jake, in a sense, ceases to be a real person when it comes to Renesmee. Renesmee will figure that out and then... why should she live her life just to make this miserable man who once tried to murder her happy?

What Does This Do to Renesmee?

I imagine Renesmee grows up feeling very isolated.

She doesn’t really belong in the Cullens, for all that they’re the best fit she has. She certainly doesn’t belong with other imprintees in the tribe (and whatever occasional function she goes to with the Quileutes is probably a complete disaster), and she’s not human either.

I imagine her strongest relationships are Charlie Swan (who beyond the surrealness of his life I imagine takes Renesmee at very face value), Carlisle Cullen (who also seems to not project onto Renesmee and takes her at face value), and Bella (who she desperately wants a stronger relationship with but Bella’s not listening).

Well, Charlie at some point will die. He will not choose immortality. I imagine Renesmee never quite understands why he was allowed to choose death or what the purpose of the human species even is. To her, they are caterpillars who never went into the chrysalis. Given to Renesmee the Cullen diet is the norm, to her it would seem obvious that, yes, everyone in the world can turn into a vampire and if they ration animal resources correctly there’s no problem. Or, if not everyone, then certainly her grandfather need not die.

I’m sure Charlie tries to talk to Renesmee about this but given that he’s one of her few strong relationships in this world the talk of “I’m going to die some day, sorry kiddo” doesn’t go well.

So, I’m sure it takes Renesmee a very long time to recover from that blow, if, in fact, she ever really does. I’m sure a part of her will always grieve Charlie.

In time, I think she’ll leave the coven to go on a journey of self discovery. The coven will just be too damn suffocating and she needs to find out who she truly is. Now, if that’s before or after the inevitable collapse of the Volturi and destruction of human society is hard to say.

I will say that whatever the future holds for Renesmee, just like everyone else’s, it is unbearably bleak.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #renesmee cullen #jacob black #anti jacob black #imprinting #anti rensmee/jacob #renesmee/jacob #twilight hybrids #bella swan #anti bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #rosalie hale #anti rosalie hale #esme cullen #anti esme cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion #vampire biology

[ckret2]

Do you have any headcanons about the Hazbin's (minus Charlie) lives back when they were alive?

I scrolled through all 42 pages of the hazbin tag on my blog and literally every one of my premortem headcanons are about Alastor and Sir Pentious lmfao

So sure! Want an entire novella about my headcanons for Sir Pentious's backstory?

For Alastor, I can offer:

a traumatic toddler experience

his mother observing him with ghosts as a child

Alastor working with demons (funny)

Alastor working with demons (creepy)

Alastor and his asexuality/aromanticism (mostly postmortem but it has some premortem flashbacks)

Alastor with friends in the 20s trying to explain he does not get horny

a fic that didn't ACTUALLY happen but that demonstrates my headcanons for how he works with demons

And moving away from fics and on to tumblr posts!

For Alastor:

Alastor fought in World War I

another WWI post

headcanon about how he died (I've since changed my headcanon—hunting accident rather than manhunt—but the position's the same)

excerpt from one of the fics above about Alastor's first kiss

early headcanoning on Alastor's relationship with the queer community in life

Alastor saw but didn't learn the lindy hop in life

Alastor's accent makes people (in this case Sir Pentious) think that he's upper class when actually he's just had theater training

Alastor's family tree comes from a mix of socioeconomic backgrounds and before he died he achieved fame but not fortune

Alastor does not feel broken/insecure due to being ace/aro and never has

what people in Louisiana thought of Alastor as a radio host

what did Alastor look like (and Sir Pent)

Alastor only saw 10% of the Golden Age Of Radio and that's fucked up

fun fact when Alastor was on air radio stations weren't "just news" or "just (one genre of) music," a single station would play music and news and soap operas and sports etc

random links of queer history, 1920s gay culture, slang, and NOLA history

Alastor's mother grew up while Sir Pentious was menacing the US and she has very vivid memories of living in fear of him, and also she doesn't know her son is a cannibalistic murderer

Alastor wore glasses in life and only switched to a monocle in death

Alastor was never identified as a serial killer and there's probably unsolved true crime documentaries made about his killings (and these documentaries unknowingly use a recording of the killer's real voice, a clip from a news broadcast where Alastor read about the killings on air)

check out how hyped this newspaper in the 20s was for radio like goddamn

Alastor listened to radio all day every day

more 1920s research links

very loose overview of New Orleans race relations 1890-1920

how NOT to write about Voodoo

reminder that "alastor did magic in life" is a headcanon until we SEE him using magic before he died—also "Voodoo" is a religion not a magic power

how Alastor avoided getting caught as a serial killer

I doubt Alastor was famous enough for queer historians to have discovered he existed, only niche radio broadcast historians know about him

Alastor was raised to be courteous to (respectable) women, but not to genuinely see them as equals in a modern sense

1920s hair facts and headcanons on Alastor's hair

scene from one of the above fics of baby Alastor being haunted as shit

Alastor is a hedonistic thrill killer not a mission-oriented killer

his killing method was shooting from a distance, like hunting game

Alastor was kinda psychic in life and his psychicness interacted with radio signals

this includes developing a hella accurate sense of time

Alastor's always been hella into Mardi Gras

here he is in a ridiculous Cajun Mardi Gras costume

how the Great Depression probably affected Alastor

Alastor feels 0% empathy for other people but 500% empathy for fictional characters in musicals

For Sir Pentious:

he was so infamous that today he's a common character used in historical fiction in the same way that Victorian-era historical fiction commonly uses Queen Victoria as a character

(and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle references him in a Sherlock story)

(and he really did call himself Sir Pentious in life)

(and every character who lived after him had to study him in school, including Vaggie writing a paper about him and Alastor was cast as him in a school play)

(and now let's talk about historians dying and meeting the people they studied in Hell)

he has a son who's probably now in heaven

Sir Pent is trans

no seriously he has a son

Sir Pent has a chain of deadnames he used before settling on "Sir Pentious" and all of them are snake puns

one of Sir Pent's chosen names

based on Victorian sexual mores Sir Pent probably got kinda homoerotic with some dudes

this is just big Trans Sir Pent energy

what did Sir Pent look like (and Alastor)

I don't think Sir Pent used a wheelchair in life (but do think he had to for a while after he died)

Sir Pent is Pussyeating World Champ no I do not accept arguments

Sir Pent and his wife were very loving until his wife went "nope, you're planning world conquest, that's too evil for me"

he rigged his clothes to self-combust so he could choose death if he was ever on the verge of capture

his wife was named Helena and here's why

this is his self-destruct binder/corset

the one headcanon everyone shares

Sir Pent ain't Jack the Ripper

And there's a ton more headcanons on @dontasktheradiodemon my Alastor ask/RP blog but listen, I just went through 42 pages of one tag and it's 3 a.m., I'm not going to comb my roleplay blog for every premortem headcanon I've ever mentioned about him over there. It includes stuff like "he did deliberately shitty horoscope readings on air" and "the first time he summoned a demon he was on the Western Front and also coming down with Spanish flu so he's not sure how much of the ensuing chaos was real vs fevered hallucinations or how much was the Germans' fault vs the imp's" and "he lived a few years in New York and did drag."

These are not the only headcanons I have. These are just the headcanons I've been asked about or made time to type down. (And not counting all my postmortem headcanons. Or the premortem headcanons sprinkled into postmortem fics.) Feel free to ask me for more. Ideally with a topic you'd like to hear about; otherwise asking me "do you have any headcanons?" is like walking into a library and asking "do you have any books?" Gimme a section to start with.

#alastor #sir pentious #hazbin hotel #headcanons #reference #anonymous #ask

[blutunesninja]

Explanations below (I spent sooooo long on them holy hell)

Just thought this was a fun thing to put together, I’m definitely missing a few things but I got as much in as I can, and I tried to explain most of these as best as possible.

Above iceberg/sky:

Kai is the green ninja: Rumors in the season 1 era, it was very built up.

S1-2 voice errors: Many ninja talk with the wrong voices in season 1 and 2.

Zane in the fridge vs. a note: In Season 1 Episode 2, Home, Zane is shown sitting in the fridge in the UK version. In the U.S version, there is just a note.

S1Ep1 video game: On the television release in the U.S for the first ever episode, the ninja are seen playing a custom made video game which is foreshadowing them in the fight for the golden scythe. In the Netflix version, they are playing the Ninjago DS game.

Wu is Lloyd's dad: Wu and Lloyd both have blonde hair, and Wu used to have a thing for Misako.

Jay using wind powers: In the episode The Green Ninja, Jay uses wind powers in the volcano to blow away fire.

Seliel: An original character in the Ninjago Comics, Phantom Ninja

Animejago: Anime style Ninjago in Season 11 “The Absolute Worst”

Zane = Ice Emperor: Before the reveal many people theorized that Zane would be the Ice Emperor.

Iceberg: 

Echo Zane is Mr. E: A scrapped idea by the writers which shows Harumi finding the old lighthouse and rebuilding Echo Zane into Mr. E. Still plausible.

Cole had depression as a ghost: In a canon Ninjago book, The Book of Spinjitzu, it’s confirmed that Cole went through a depressive episode during his time a ghost because of his failure to contribute to the team in the same way he used to.

Sorla is Garmadon and Wu's mother: Sorla has lots of knowlegde about elemental masters, but it’s unknown where she got this information as she lives in the Never-Realm. Also this

Jay has ADHD/Anxiety: He talks quickly, has bad reactions to loud sounds, understands social cues, scared in tense situations, and many other things (this is very plausible)

Lar the water ninja: A self proclaimed “water ninja” named Lar

Merjitzu: An odd rumor back then about mermaid spinjitzu...?

Zane's visions: Zane has many visions throughout the show, and they all seem to come true/seem accurate

Cole's mother: Many theories spawned around the identity of Cole’s mother before season 13, mainly because she was rarely mentioned and never seen until then.

Below iceberg:

Zane and Nya are murderers: they have the highest kill count in the show by far

The SoG massacred tons of people: Self explanatory, while the SoG were taking over Ninjago and running the streets in Season 9, of course they harrassed people.

Cole is colorblind: Cole frequently refers to things as the wrong color in the show, leading to this theory/headcanon

EM age slower than regular people: A prime example of this is Ray and Maya. They don’t appear old at all even after many years. The same can be said about Wu’s whole family.

Ninjago manga: More information on it here, but it’s basically a gag manga series with only 8 pages.

Original S7 ending: The original ending was written to be a finale of Ninjago. It would end with Acronix and Krux locked up in Kryptarium Prison 2.0, forty years in the future, while Lloyd and Kai reminisced about the adventures they had in the past decades and no sign of Cole. [SCRIPT]

Ronin has a wife and kids: Tommy Andreasen stated that in his head, he imagines Ronin has three children and a demanding wife. [tweet]

Nelson and the mailman are related: ???? I don’t even know...

Deeper iceberg:

Zane is a transmale: Stemming from this wiki page because of their visual similarities.

Vex killing prisoners: There are many prison cells in the Ice Emperors palace, but all are empty, leading many to believe they’ve been killed/frozen.

Cole is an oni: Cole survived the fall into the darkness that only oni can survive, like Garmadon and Lloyd. There is no explanation for this, and with little origin story to Cole’s family, one can only assume.

Mistaké is still alive: Many believe Mistaké is still alive, as she’s seen here in season 10.

Harumi playing with a green ninja doll during Great Devourer attack: This doesn't make any sense since Lloyd was not known to be the green ninja around this time, and some could say his first debut as a ninja was in the Great Devourer attack. Harumi seemed to be obsessed with the green ninja around this time, however.

Cole and Jay are related: A probably-debunked theory since not much is known about either of their families. Jay is adopted and Cole only has his father. Some believe their families are connected, as half brothers or even cousins..

the mailman is an Oni: I’m.. not sure about this one either..

Skylor’s original design: [Shown here]

Bottom of iceberg:

Nadakhan is shapeshifting as Clutch Powers/Nadakhan killed Clutch inside the lamp:

Cole is gay coded: The Royal Blacksmiths. Enough said.

The Formlings are a murdering cult: In their animal forms, do they kill animals and or other people?

The ultradragon was hunted and killed: The remains of their bones were used for Iron Barons throne, shown here.

How did Lloyd take his father’s robe from him?: Garmadon was chained up, but Lloyd later returns to the realm of Ninjago wearing his father’s robes.

Fetish art: Many pieces of fetish art have been created for this show, including inflation, feet, vore, tickling, macro, blueberry inflation, and more

Deep waters:

Omega is Clutch's dad: N/A

Jay kills Cliff Gordon in S6: When Jay wishes to Nadakhan for wealth and fortune, and quickly a letter conveniently comes to him about the passing of his father Cliff Gordon, and how he now owns all of his property.

Onceler Morro: tumblr meme

Skylor is genetically engineered: With no mention of her mother, it’s all up to the imagination.

Garmadon x Lloyd: The absolute worst side of the fandom, and yes it does exist/has existed.

incest/r//pe fics: The most disgusting things ever created.

#ninjago #iceberg #icebergmeme

[missielynne]

Headcanons for button house seeing the dreamworks film the prince of Egypt? Most of them would of read or heard the story of Moses when they were alive via the bible. I noticed that there are similarities between Kitty and Moses. Moses was from an enslaved people group who grew up in an upper class family who had a different ethnicity to him. Considering the time period kitty is from, she is likely to come from an enslaved people group. Like Moses, she was raised in an upper class family who were a different ethnicity to her.

I think Kitty would find it especially meaningful and get even more out of it now that she's finally allowing herself to remember/realize how bad Eleanor truly was to her.

-I really think Kitty would like or envy the relationship that Moses and his brother had at the beginning because it seemed to be genuinely good and equal and stuff. Ad it might be sort of bittersweet too because while we don't know for sure if the relationship between Kitty and Eleanor was EVER actually good, or if Kitty is just wearing rose-colored glasses for most of her life/afterlife about a relationship that was genuinely awful for her, I think she might at least imagine that her relationship with Eleanor *could* have had the genuine camaraderie that Ramses and Moses had (like how they tease each other during the chariot race).

-I definitely think too that there are similarities between her father's coldness after he believes she broke her mother's bust and Pharaoh's when he says the "They're only slaves" line, which makes Moses finally realize that he's in kind of a bad place and that he's been metaphorically blind to what's been going on just because he listened to the rules and played the game and was thus *liked* regardless of his differences compared to the rest of his family.

-And I would like to see more of Kitty's backstory post that loss of good will from her family thanks to Eleanor because while I don't necessarily see her going out and fighting for the downtrodden in the same way Moses does, I can definitely see them feeling that same sense of disorientation and loss, and that would be especially hard for Kitty because as an upperclass woman who has always been coddled and protected, she can't leave and find a new place of belonging and purpose in the same way Moses does. But I do hope that she finds some way to brighten the dark a little bit and she's not just stuck at the mercy of her sister who hates her until her (probable) murder.

-And given the other ghosts' desire to let her think happy things about her relationship with Eleanor because they think it will lead to some sort of emotional break and hurt her in ways she's not really equipped to deal with (although she handed it surprisingly well when she realized, I think) that might be a movie they keep away from her until now that she does know the truth so nothing unpleasant comes up, but once the band-aid is off and she remembers, I can definitely see her maybe choosing a film for movie night that she can watch among the safety of her friends to now process what she remembers.

#missielynne's awesome anon #bbc ghosts kitty

[hayden-thefuck-whywouldyoudothis]

The Inevitable

Hello wonderful people! This is going to be my first ever fanfic that I am posting anywhere, so please be nice. I would appreciate feedback, and I think that if it does well here I’ll post it n Ao3. 

I came up with this fic idea a little while back, and I’ve been writing it since 03/13/21. Basically the idea is that while Tommy was in the afterlife, he met characters who died during Tales From The SMP episodes that took place in the past. They told him their stories, and Tommy connected the dots. He goes to confront Karl in Kinoko Kingdom.

This story includes a headcanon that is not mine. I read a fanfic with the mute!Karl headcanon. The story was an absolute banger. If you want to hear a little more about that go read their story Come Home With Me by icaruswontmelt on Ao3

Story starts under the cut .

The Inevitable, by BangHaydenCoven

Death was the one thing that had always been truly eternal. When Wilbur came back as Ghostbur, it had seemed like death maybe wasn’t completely permanent because Wilbur was back. But he hadn’t been brought back to life. He was a ghost, a shell of the person he had been before everything went to shit. Tommy had truly thought that death was the one thing that stayed constant on this god-forsaken server. Being beaten to death and brought back by the person who hurt you so deeply puts a lot of things that were just beyond reach of perfectly understandable, into perspective. In the amount of time that had gone by while Tommy’s life actually went to hell and back, everything had changed. Tubbo had gotten married of all things, He had a kid. And a new best friend as well, apparently. There was, for the first time in a long time, a semblance of peace between all of the factions. Peace smashed, the moment he had been let out of the prison. No one looked at him the same way anymore. No one looked at him like the kid he was. The kid he was supposed to be. All they saw was an anomaly. Not a real, live, breathing person who has feelings and needs validation, just like other people. Proof of something that never should have been real. 

Since declaring that Dream had to die, Tommy had holed himself up in his little house dirt mound of a house. When he finally got over the initial panic, the firsthand terror of forcing himself to think about the time he had spent dead, he allowed himself to do it freely. Puffy had told him it was good to think back on the trauma. He wasn’t sure just how much he could trust that ideology, but it seemed to work for the most part. Tommy had spent the majority of his time in the afterlife with the people he had known when he was alive.  Wilbur, Schlatt, Mexican Dream. It had been pretty simple. They spent a lot of time playing card games, for some reason. But one day, a fight had sparked between Tommy and Schlatt, causing the younger to storm off into the distance. He had been fuming that day. It hadn’t even been a fight that made sense. Schlatt had thrown some baseless accusations his way, and Tommy had just given up. He needed a break. So he walked away. 

He walked.

And he walked.

And he walked.

And he walked.

And he stopped.

Looming over him was a building that was like nothing Tommy had ever seen. It was old, dusty, and cold. It belonged in the afterlife, to put it simply. It fit. It was a simple embodiment. Then, laughter filled the air. Frightening, drunk laughter that was cold but inviting. Tommy followed the spine-chilling noise into the building where he found four people. Three were dressed like they were from the Wild West. Cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and simple revolvers at their hips. The fourth was also clearly from the same time period, put was dressed simply. When he walked into the building, they just stared at him. Cold, level stares that made him feel like he would rather die all over again then be stuck under those gazes for the rest of eternity. But suddenly the looks of the people softened as they beckoned him over, introducing themselves as Connor, Mason, and Jack Kanoff. They were group of bandits called the Democrat Haters, and a simple bartender named John John. They told him their story, to put it simply. They told him how they died.

That was only the beginning.

Tommy wandered for a week straight, meeting people, hearing their stories. He met higher members of society who attended a masquerade only to die brutal deaths at the hands of a possessed butler, the members of a village with a crazed murderer that didn’t know haw to stop, that killed people brutally, among many others. And every single story Tommy heard had a one thing in common. There was always one man, in every story, who appeared out of no where, wearing colourful clothing and iridescent goggles perched on his head. He didn’t always use the same name, but he was always there, no matter when it had happened. As Tommy moved around his home to prepare, one thought rang true in his mind. 

Karl was getting a visitor tomorrow.

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Walking to Kinoko Kingdom had taken a lot longer than Tommy had originally thought and planned for. Not that the little settlement was close to the rest of the Greater SMP, but it wasn’t far either. Regardless of distance, it was still far too long of a walk for Tommy to be in a good mood when he arrived to find Sapnap of all people tending to the garden in Kinoko. Usually Tommy would have snuck up behind Sapnap and scared him to intentionally piss the older man off, but that was the old Tommy. The old Tommy had stayed dead. Instead, he announced his presence by kicking an acorn at the other mans head. There was a loud yelp, followed by a string of curses that matched the flowers in the garden with how colourful they were.

“George, I swear to god, if-” his sentence dropped of in a look of pure disbelief as he turned around, expecting to see his best friend that deserved a good scolding. A dead teenager was definitely different. And confusing. 

“Shit...” Sapnap mumbled, “Tommy?”

“Hello Sapnap. I must say its very nice to see you doing something other than killing pets. Or your fiances.” He smirks.

“Well it’s definitely you. The question is how. How are you alive?” he says as the shock on his face fades into confusion mixed with disbelief. Tommy freezes. 

“Only if your okay with it of course. Don’t answer if your not comfortable. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. That was insensitive of me...” he trails off as he realizes Tommy seems less stressed at the fact that Sapnap isn’t going to make him talk about it.

“Sapnap,” Tommy started, “I need to talk to Karl. Like, right now.” 

“Alright,” said Sapnap, nodding slowly, “I’ll go get him. Stay right here.” As Tommy watched the other man walk away to retrieve one of his fiances, he really hopes that what he is about to accuse Karl of is wrong. Maybe one day they’ll laugh about this. Probably not.

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As Sapnap entered the house, looking for his fiances, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Tommy so urgently needed to talk to Karl about. Not finding his fiances on the first floor of their shared house, he went upstairs to continue his search, not wanting to keep the teen waiting for too long. As he opened the door to the throuples bedroom, he let out a small huff of affection when he saw his fiances, the loves of his life, asleep in their bed. Quackity had his arms around Karls waist, with his wings over both of them like a blanket, reflecting the golden light of the sun filtering through the window. Not wanting to disturb the scene in front of him, he let out a small sigh of annoyance as he forced himself to wake up Karl, and by extension Quackity.

“Theres someone here who wants to talk to you.” he muttered softly in Karls ear. 

“Who?” Karl signed sleepily.

“Tommy. It seems pretty important. He’s down in the garden.” Sapnap said a little louder, seeing that Q was now awake, so there was no reason to stay quiet.

“Alright.” He signed, “Let’s go.” as he got up, he tugged on Quackity’s sleeve lightly. “Are you coming, Q?”  He nodded and gave a small smile.

“Alright,” Sapnap said, pulling Quackity into a quick hug, and giving him a quick kiss on the temple, “Let’s go then.”

As they left the house and approached Tommy sitting at the picnic table in their back garden, they exchanged a small conversation in sign language.

“Is he okay?” said Quackity with some concern clear on his face, his movements slow and scuffed from sleep.

“He looks really tired.” Sapnap added.

“Q, could you run in and prepare some sandwiches and lemonade?” Signed Karl, “We’ll bring Tommy inside and we can all have lunch together while we talk.”

“Of course, my love.” Said Quackity, giving Karl a small kiss on the cheek before hurrying inside to prepare some lunch.

Turning to Tommy to thank him for waiting, he was met with a face of absolute, genuine confusion. As Tommy stared at their hands, then looked back over to Karl, his face quickly changed to a look of understanding.

“I forgot,” he said as he stood up sheepishly, “that Karl was mute.”

“That’s okay Tommy.” Karl cut in before Sapnap could say anything, “I know you’ve been through a lot recently. It’s okay to forget things from time to time. I should know.” Karl signed slowly so that Tommy could keep up with his rusty remembrance of sign language, adding a small smile at the end of his sentence. 

“Thank you Karl.” Tommy said with a sigh of relief.

“Would you like to come inside and have lunch with us? I know you have something to talk to me about, but you look hungry. We could talk right after though. How does that sound?” Karl signed with a smile on his face.

“That sounds great.” Tommy said after a beat of hesitation.

“Perfect,” said Sapnap, “let’s head inside. Q is making some sandwiches.” They all headed inside, one dreading the talk that would come after, the other two wondering what could possibly be so important to cause Tommy to come all the way out to Kinoko Kingdom to talk to Karl.

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Tommy and Sapnap sat down at the table in the dining room as Karl went into the kitchen to help Quackity. Usually it would be all three of the in the kitchen, making food and having a good time, but Sapnap needed to take advantage of the situation at hand. Since he hadn’t visited the main SMP in a while, Tommy gave him the rundown of the current and recent events he knew of. Nothing too bad, but Sapnap knows you can never be too careful. A few minutes later, Quackity and Karl emerge from the kitchen carrying some plates and the food. As they sit down and start to eat, Sapnap and Quackity make small talk that Karl contributes too every once in a while with some one handed movements, putting his sandwich down when it was necessary. But Tommy stayed quiet, which the fiances found quite odd. Clearly whatever the boy had been through recently, on top of all his other trauma, had really messed with him. The loud, boisterous teenager they had known before was gone, replaced with someone they didn’t recognize in the slightest. So Tommy stayed silent the entire time, not noticing the quick, worry filled glances the trio sent his way every so often.

Soon enough, they had all finished eating. They were sitting in the fiances’ living room together, Tommy on one couch, the tree of them on the other. The room sat in an awkward silence as Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap waited for Tommy to talk to them, and as Tommy decided what to say.

After a moment, Tommy said, “Are you sure you want them here for this?” Karl’s eyes widened at how blatant he had been.

“Of course I want them here.” He signed quickly, “They are the people who matter most to me. Whatever you need to say to me you can say to all three of us.” Sapnap and Quackity nodded, not wanting to disrupt anything.

“Alright,” Tommy sighed, “Where should I start...” Karl’s hands stayed firmly in his lap to give Tommy a moment to think. “Well, I guess I’m just going to say what I came here to say, and pray to Prime that I’m wrong.” Karl nodded, once, slowly. Tommy took a deep breath before opening his mouth and saying...

“Your a time traveler, aren’t you?”

Silence.

And then laughter

All he could hear was laughter.

Sapnap and Big Q were laughing. 

Karl was not.

Karl was not.

Karl wasn’t laughing.

The look on his face was not one of someone who had just been accused of some laughable fallacy.

A fantasy, really.

Sapnap and Quackity had stopped laughing.

They seemed to have come to the same conclusion that Tommy had.

“Karlos?” Quackity started, “There is no possible way...” he stopped, a look of pure disbelief on his face.

“Tell me that he’s lying Karl.” said Sapnap. “Please.” Karl’s hands started to move, making aborted and scuffed movements as he tried to figure out what to say.

 “No,” He finally settled on, “he’s right. I’m a time traveler.” Sapnap started crying at this, and Quackity gave him a hug as he buried his face into his fiances neck. Karl looked completely torn. He clearly wanted to comfort his fiances, but he knew he shouldn’t while Tommy was still here. But he also didn’t know if he could. Karl didn’t know if he was even still allowed to comfort them after keeping this big of a secret from them, and for so long. Karl started signing again, this time with clear urgency behind each movement.

“Two things, and then I need you to leave. Understood?”

“Of course,” said Tommy, “I will leave immediately.” Karl nodded.

“Thank you. First things first,” he signed, “how did you know?” Tommy sighed. He really didn’t want to talk about this. But Karl deserved to hear the truth.

“When I died, I was in the afterlife for a little while,” Tommy said softly, “One day I walked away from the people I knew in the afterlife, Schlatt, Wilbur, and Mexican Dream. I walked for so long I came across a building I had never seen before, and when I went in I met a group of people from the Wild West.” Karl’s eyes had gone wide.

“You met Jack and Mason and Connor?” he signed.

“Yeah, and John John as well. They told me what happened the day they died, and they mentioned you. Not directly, but they mentioned a man that had showed up out of nowhere wearing bright colours and iridescent goggles.” Karl looked wistful, remembering his time sent in the Wild West, even if it hadn’t been an exceptionally fun trip at the time. Tommy continued. “I also met the people who visited the masquerade, same story. But this time they mentioned your name. And lastly I met the townfolk of the Village that went Mad. Same story, but no name once again. I just connected the dots.” Tommy fell silent, waiting for Karl to tell him something. Sometime during his revelations, Sapnap and Quackity had left the room to comfort each other. Karl clearly wanted to tell them he was sorry, but he couldn’t do that until Tommy had left. Turning back to the teen, he started signing once more.

“Thank you for telling me, Tommy. I just have one thing to ask of you, then you can leave.” Tommy nodded his head, and Karl continued, “You cannot, under any circumstances, tell anyone what you know. It would put everyone in grave danger. Is that clear?”

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Karl gave him a small smile. “Now I think you should go talk to your fiances.”

“I will,” he signed, leading Tommy to the front door, “Goodbye, Tommy. Have a good trip back.”

“Goodbye, Karl.”

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As he walked towards the door of their shared bedroom, he could barely hold himself back from running to the room to comfort them. But Karl couldn’t be sure that they would ever be the same again. It broke him to think that, but he had lied to them, for a long time. They probably hated him.

He stopped outside of the door, hearing faint sounds of crying on the other side of the door. He slowly opened the door to see Quackity and Sapnap cuddled up together against the headboard of their bed, with all of the lights out. Sapnap was asleep against Quackitys chest, tear tracks all over his face. Q wasn’t much better.

“Hey Karl.” Quackity said softly, sniffling a little.

“Hi.” he signed back, gong to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry.” he signed after a beat of silence. “I have no excuses. I just wanted both of you to be safe from it.”

“But... what is it, Karl? Why couldn’t you tell us? Are these the trips you’ve been going on? Does it have something to do with your memory problems?” Quackity rambled, question after question. He cut off when he realized how tense Karl looked. “...sorry.” he said, lowering his voice once more.

“Woah, Q, it’s okay. But I can only answer one question at a time.” Quackity nodded. “It is the In-Between,” he started, making the ASL sign for between, then spelling it out, “I don’t actually know what it is, but I managed to get away from it recently. It was stopping me from telling you about my time traveling. It told me that telling you guys would put you guys in grave danger. I couldn’t let that happen. So I kept it a secret.” He stopped, hands dropping when he couldn’t figure out where to go from there. Quackity opened his mouth, about to ask a question, when he felt Sapnap stir at his side. 

“Hey babe.” Quackity said, Sapnap just let out a little huff. “Sap, do you feel up to talking right now?”

“...yeah...is he here?” he mumbled, voice heavy and slurred with sleep. 

“He is.” Quackity answered. Sapnap looked up at him, then looked over to Karl.

“Hi Sap.” he signed, not making eye contact. “I want to apologize to both of you. For not telling you. There really is no valid excuse that I have. The In-Between was crazy. I just wanted to keep both of you safe.”

“What is the In-Between?” Sapnap asked. Before Karl could answer, Quackity cut in.

“He doesn’t know, Sap.” he whispered. 

Sapnap continued, “I want you to tell us the whole story. Please?” Karl looked conflicted.

“Alright.” he signed, “I’ll start at the beginning.” So he did. He told them the whole story. By the time he had finished, all three had tears running down their face. “Do you understand now?” Karl wiped his eyes before continuing, “It wasn’t safe to tell you.” Sapnap nodded, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You need to stop traveling Karl. Me and Sapnap wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if you forgot everything.” said Quackity, pulling Sapnap even closer. Karl sighed.

“I can’t control the traveling. I don’t know if it will ever stop. All I need right now is you two. If I hadn’t wanted to get home to you guys so desperately, I would have forgotten long ago.” Karl got up and grabbed his journal. “Fill it.” he signed, after he gave it to his two fiances, “fill it with everything I need to remember. And when I come back each time, help me remember. Please.” Sapnap looked up at him, then glanced at Quackity, coming to a silent agreement. They would do anything to keep Karl with them.

“Of course we will, mi amor.” said Quackity, opening his arms to invite Karl to come sit with them. Karl smiled, tears running down his face once again, crawling into their warm embrace. And as they sat there, holding each other close, Karl took each of heir hands, pressing his favourite symbol in ASL into their palms.

“I love you.”

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Thank you for reading!!! Once again, if you like this, leave a comment or something, idk. And make sure to go check out the story linked at the top of this post for more about the mute!Karl Jacobs hc.

Have an amazing day, wonderful people.

#karlnapity #afterlife #karlnapity fic #ficlet #fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp au #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #tales from the smp #the masquerade #the village that went mad #the wild west #time travel #mute character #headcanon #canon divergent au

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Yugioh Ep33 S4 pt 2: The Best Storyboarder Came Back Just so They Could Draw Tristan Getting Hit in the Nuts

OK lets just get to the good stuff.

God bless you, storyboarder.

(read more under the cut)

The team has entered the Atlantis lair of Dartz, which is also accessible through Paradius in San Fransisco, but youknow...we don’t have magic so it’s not like we could’ve skipped like 10 minutes and just done that instead of the helicopter escape, the Military moment, and the ride through a hurricane.

Oh wait, we do have magic, that’s right...well...for now, pretend we don’t.

Enjoy the snakes.

Strangely, Kaiba does not feel comfortable with the snakes, when snakes really just a smaller and cuter dragon. I love snakes. Never owned one...but I trust em.

Dartz has the Yugioh “old guy” aesthetic of “We just really like yellowed sandstone”

I get that they want this place (and also Yami’s house) to look like a tomb so there won’t be any paint on the wall but this is just a pet peeve of mine that Ancient times freakin loved garish colors on the wall in layers and layers of patterns and yet in fiction we never show that.

But...it doesn’t go with the vibe. I’ll let it go because it would absolutely ruin the vibe to have a bunch of swirly stuff in neon orange and green.

Before we have a chance to grab a step stool and just kinda yoink Yugi Muto, Dartz shows up, and this shot happens.

I couldn’t not grab a cap of that. I mean...look at it. It is SO HARD to foreshorten hands so it looks right and then bam they just did that. It’s just...

...I’ve been breaking down foreshortening in Yugioh shots for a while now trying to figure out why when I do it, it looks like a busted huge hand, but when they do it, it looks really good, and I’m starting to realize that maybe it’s more than just stacking but also...the composition?

You can’t really look at this picture as a whole. The hand is such a strong focal point that you must start there, and then follow down the arm to the face. I think when I do these foreshortening shots I make the hand the same weight as the face, and that’s my downfall. You gotta let the composition force the viewer to slow down and take time in order for the optical illusion to happen...maybe? I’m like over 30 now, you’d think I’d figure this out by now.

Whatever, that’s another post.

So like...what happened to those two people who used to be there????

And now prepare thyself for my lazy math. I know this math is bad. For people out there who feel like working out the geometric growth and calculate just how many souls Dartz slurps up--feel free to tell me. If I like the explanation, I will adjust the Death Count to match it. It’s just too 2020 for me to do more than multiplication at the moment.

Did I count how many people would have existed 10,000 years ago? no. Did I account for plagues? No. Like this math of 4 a day is bad...but eh it’s all I got right now in my mental ammunition.

Something that we did think about was...

Why not slurp up the Pharaoh soul when Yami was still alive? Like we assume the puzzle existed in the past but like...did Yami not get superpowered until Yugi woke him up? Was he in fact useless until he got a little bit of a battery charge during Season Zero when he was dumping people off of bell towers?

And like I get not knowing about the underground Ishtars, and not being able to get a hold of Shadi because Shadi is a lazy ghost, but Bakura was RIGHT THERE. You can’t munch up Pegasus off screen and then say “eh but Bakura’s kinda low tier” we know for a fact that Bakura is not...so like...there must have been some copyright situation where they couldn’t use certain characters. This is a filler arc--but it would have been nice to have at least some explanation as to why it took Dartz so long to finally murder the hell out of Pharaoh.

Which is me expecting way too much out of this show. Just something I was really hoping would get addressed but leave it for the headcanon.

It’s at this point that Mokuba realized he’s standing on top of people.

A crypt made out of human souls! Crazy, usually we’re in a crypt made out of one single human soul....and both of these crypts have Yugi in it.

In Raphael’s storyline, he’s been busy just cleaning up after everyone else. It’s supposed to come off as very serious but I was totally busting up when he’s just dropping bodies into the back of this jeep.

And in the Kaiba Corp plotline, Roland is anxiously wondering if he should be a Dad and save the kids or if he should be a dog and stay in the plane.

He stays in the plane.

Strangely this was the right call. (And this is why Roland has never died)

So they start throwing around cards, as you do, and Dartz puts down his Orichalcos, has he does, when suddenly...they started seeing stuff again. Can’t have a single card game without it.

So the Orichalcos is just a backstory device? For reals?

Something I alluded to quite a few episodes back with Valon was just...wondering why the hell the Orichalcos crew had so much freakin magic as to make all these visions during duels. Turns out...it’s just a thing to occasionally trip on Oricalchos juice. I’m not sure why we never had a vision with Mai, Weevil, Rex, or Gurimo, but at least we now know that Raphael and Valon weren’t as magical as I thought they were.

So we’re in like...outer space. Kind of the last place you’d expect out of ancient Atlantis and Dartz isn’t having ANY OF IT.

And honestly that makes sense. Imagine giving someone 10,000 years ago the run down on outer space. They’d freak. They’d definitely think you’re talking about demons.

If space is an elaborate analogy, we don’t know that yet. For how this is presented, it’s just an old man hootin and hollerin about how much space sucks, and I love that.

PS how anime is this shot of the earth behind the orichalcos symbol and the dude in the middle with the ass length blue hair--really damn anime, right?

Like at least one of you has this wall hanging, right?

For those that are too tired to look it up, Pangea was 280-230 million years ago.

THAT REALLY CHANGES MY MATH.

AND I’M TOO TIRED.

So my thoughts are...either the math is wrong and I’ll fix it eventually in post, depending on my mood come next Wednesday, OR...humanity was deleted and then came back later??? (because the dawn of mankind was 7 million years ago)

OR...

They just felt like drawing Pangea 10 million years ago. Maybe that’s all. Maybe I don’t have to fix anything. I dunno.

Maybe this isn’t Earth.

Maybe Yugioh Earth never had Loma Preita because it isn’t actually Earth. And, like a Final Fantasy situation, is a second planet on a parallel plane of our own?

Either way, I’m not redoing the math because I actually don’t know how to change it anymore. I’m v undecided of the timeline now......maybe the next episode will tell us more? (I doubt this very much)

RIP deathcount.

Yo Atlantis!

I have a lot of questions!

About Atlantis!

And the purpose of the aqueduct going the wrong direction.

Is that in fact the poop shoot?

But wtv it looks neat.

So anyway, that’s all for now, I hope you enjoyed my bad math, and I hope you enjoy your Halloween. Ours is a whole lot of nothing. I’ll be watching lots of Phasmaphobia streams while eating Butterfingers that I legally can’t give to children because it’s an epidemic (butterfingers is like the last candy that my old 30 yo ass can handle without passing out or gagging. Weird how getting older makes me hate all the good things I couldn’t eat when I was younger because I was too young to be allowed to eat them.) and that’s about it.

WHY did Halloween finally fall on a Saturday DURING an epidemic? I only get so many Saturday Halloweens in my youth...just why.

(and here’s a link to read these in chrono order)

#ygo #yugioh #recap #photo recap #humor #atlantis #yami #seto kaiba #mokuba #dartz #tristan taylor #getting hit in the nuts #roland #hallucinating while playing cards who knew? #S4 #Ep33

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Facts & Trivia || Tatara Totsuka

The following is part of a series of posts made by me. The information listed is official canon provided by GoRa. Sources will go from the anime, to mangas and novels as well as official short stories. These are NOT fanmade headcanons. The purpose of these posts is to provide useful information for fans as well as roleplayers looking for confirmed lore for their muses. Please do not reply to argue with me about what you read here. I did not come up with this stuff myself. GoRa did. I’ll come back to edit these as I find more info.

Born on February 14, 1990 (The same year as Tatsuya Enomoto, Yō Chitose, Seri Awashima, Masaomi Dewa and Akira Hidaka). He died on December 8th 2012, shot by the Colorless King.

The second clansman of Mikoto Suoh, co-founder of Homra since 2007, when he was 17. He and Kusanagi performed their test together.

His Homra insigna was on the left shoulder blade, opposite of Kusanagi’s.

He was known as “Homra’s weakest executive”, as his powers did not seem fit for battle.

Because of his ability to placate the Red King’s power within him, he was also known as “the beast tamer” of Homra.

His Homra aura was typically used for tasks requiring precision. Totsuka was able to melt a door’s lock with his gaze and allegedly burn people’s fingers off for torture (though that might have been a bluff from Kusanagi to scare a member of the Yakuza). Totsuka could also shape his aura into espers, like a Phoenix or butterflies that he used to entertain Anna. After using his power, Totsuka would typically be exhausted.

He met Mikoto Suoh and Izumo Kusanagi in high school (though Totsuka himself was still in junior high) and the three of them have been friends since.

The first thing he said to Suoh was that he looked like a real king. He followed him around like a puppy.

Since he got his camera he liked to record the meeting of every new candidate to become a member of Homra. He also used it to extort information during interrogations of yakuza members.

He typically took care of newcomers in Homra and helped them get integrated.

He has an extremely careless and chill personality. Hardly anything ever fazes him, even when he’s in the middle of violent disasters and dangerous situations Totsuka always finds something cheerful to say.

He had a signature phrase that he often repeated: “It’s fine, it’s fine! Things will work out somehow!”

Always called Mikoto “King”, even before he became a King.

Always called Bandō “San-chan” (like Shōhei).

He was known for getting into a lot of hobbies only to get bored with them soon afterwards. The only exception has been photography. Tatara said that’s because he couldn’t ever get tired of keeping memories alive.

He preferred to use an old style camera rather than digital devices. His camera was an old Nikon 8mm model.

He once let Anna borrow his camera while he was out on a fishing trip with Homra. When Suoh broke it, he didn’t get upset. He later bought a new one.

His hobbies included cooking and he liked to experiment recipes. He once made preserved pickles without any real reason.

He liked to involve Homra members in many different activities. Among these were offering to help fishermen during the high season, stepping on udon, growing tomatoes, picking strawberries, going to harvest festivals, cultivating sprouts and making food.

He always made comments that seemed to imply he knew more than he should. Totsuka was very discerning, but at times this was very coincidental (like when he told Fushimi it would be the last time he’d talk to him casually, ironically, on what would end up being their last conversation before Totsuka’s death).

Despite his kindness, he had a strange and sometimes twisted sense of humor, laughing about things that hurt or offend others. He also did random things that would seem cruel, like when he didn’t hesitate to run away while Chitose was in danger; or when he “cheered up” Yata with preserved pickles as a gift, mainly because he didn’t know what to do with them after making them.

His main mean of defense when attacked was to throw his enemy off guard with his words and then run away.

He appeared to be careless for his own life, often putting himself in danger. Kusanagi and Suoh knew this well and didn’t hesitate to scold him (Izumo) or hit him (Mikoto) when that happened.

He was extremely fond of Anna and always indulged in her small whims.

He jokingly described Anna as “the only girl he has eyes for”, showing no interest in having a girlfriend.

As a teenager he got himself hurt a lot, showing a very clumsy and airheaded attitude.

He taught Suoh how to play Chicken Race and Kick the Can when they were teenagers.

Could fall asleep without much need for comfort, anywhere.

He was humored by Kamamoto’s transformation in summer and liked to make up ridiculous stories about it with the most naive clansmen, much to Kusanagi’s chagrin.

He didn’t believe in ghosts, but thought it would be nice if they were real.

Once he got a new camera, Totsuka took on recording the city at night often times. He enjoyed filming the red lights of the “Candle” app, said to be used by people who are suffering. Totsuka liked to stop by those he found using the app to listen to their stories.

He found umbrellas bothersome and preferred to walk under the rain, to Kusanagi’s concern.

Kuroh Yatogami once saved his life from other gangsters. Totsuka returned the favor by taking care of his fever and offering a can of peaches. The two never got to really exchange any word with each other. Totsuka wished he had a chance to listen to Kuroh’s story.

Inspired by what he learned about Kuroh, he asked Suoh if he could become his loyal dog. Suoh was horrified at the idea.

He was given peaches by Kusanagi once when he was sick and has since believed them to be a good remedy for a cold.

He composed a song called “Circle of Friends”, which talks about Homra and his friends. Totsuka is excellent at singing and playing the guitar.

He tried to teach Yata how to play the guitar. He also tried to learn how to skateboard from Yata himself, but wasn’t very successful.

He wanted to get Anna a 5m tall birthday cake.

Shot in the chest by the Colorless King, Totsuka managed to fight blood loss for about twenty minutes before dying in Yata’s arms.

In his final moments, Totsuka connected with Anna in her dreams.

His camera recorded his murder and was retrieved by Kusanagi.

His body was cremated by Suoh’s power on the beach Homra visited the previous summer.

#k project #lore #totsuka tatara

[after-witch]

Kim So-hee (Wishing Stairs) x Reader Headcanons

for request: “Hello, I'm the one that ask you if you know wishing stair, and like I saw that you replied to that ask of mine , I was wondering if you can do a Headcanon for kim so-hee from wishing stair, also thank you.”

notes: obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships; post-film setting headcanons, so Kim So-Hee is a ghost 

Rumors and Spirits

It’s been years since the old art school was shut down; too many tragedies, too many reports of ghosts, injuries, mysterious disappearances--with so few students enrolling, the school was forced to close up

The school closing didn’t stop the rumors and stories of ghosts and murders and of course--the wishing stairs themselves

Legend said that if you climbed the wishing stairs, all 28 steps, that you could ask the fox spirit to grant you a wish; if they did, then you would reach the fabled 29th step

You’d grown up hearing the rumors about the supposedly haunted school, of course; about the tragic ghost of the dead senior ballerina, Kim So-hee; about the mysterious deaths that occurred afterward

To be blunt, the stories had you hooked

You used to find any excuse to walk by the abandoned school when you were younger, hoping for a glimpse of something--or someone

Sometimes you would swear you saw something; a flash of black hair running past a grime-covered window or a handprint high up, in rooms that were supposed to be long abandoned

As time went on, and your obsession grew, whenever you’d walk past the former school or dared to venture onto the grounds, you sometimes felt like you were being... watched.

No one believed you, but that was okay: you knew what you saw and what you felt whenever you got the courage to sneak past the rusty gate to explore the grounds

It made you feel special, wanted; out of all the people who had tried to see something, tried to make contact with Kim So-hee and whatever else haunted the school, you were the one who was able to make that connection

Over time, you felt drawn to something there, pulled in by a force you didn’t understand

You couldn’t get inside the school due to heavy-duty locks, but being on the grounds felt comforting enough; it made you feel at ease, it made you want to smile... it even made you want to dance, sometimes

Once, you found an note on pretty stationary on the grounds; it was new and had only one word scrawled in pink pen: your name

It made you feel so special; maybe it was the ghost of Kim So-hee, or the stairs, or the fox spirit!

Yet no matter how tempted you felt to explore the school, however, something always held you back from climbing the so-called wishing stairs themselves

Something that told you--don’t, don’t, don’t; once you do, you can never reverse it

Your obsession with the school and the stairs was cut suddenly short when your grandfather died, and your parents moved the entire family to a new city to care for your grandmother; by and by, you forgot about the school, the stairs, the whispers, and of course, the note

Coming Home

That was all a long time ago; years--you’re an adult now, and far too old to believe in ghosts and stairs that grant wishes

One day, you were in the old neighborhood to meet a potential client and you walk by the school

In a flash, it all comes flooding back to you

Handprints on the glass, eyes in the windows, whispers calling you to the stairs

Before you know it, you’ve dropped your briefcase and pushed open what was left of the broken, rusted gate

It feels familiar, nostalgic; it feels like you’re going home

You begint o feel the same comforting presence, the same sense of connection, the same specialness that pulled you back time and time again all those years ago

You find yourself at the bottom of the wishing stairs

Why not, you think--why not, after all these years? You’re not a scared child, after all

One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine...

You climb and climb and you hardly notice that the comforting, nostalgic air around you begins to feel cold

Ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen...

It was a sunny day outside, but the clouds are now overcast; maybe you should head back for your briefcase, it might rain

Seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty...

You couldn’t turn back if you wanted to--the stairs feel like they’re pulling you up, up, and up

You have to know what happens--how did you ever resist this pull in the past? 

Twenty-one... twenty-two... twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty-five...

Eyes are watching you from all sides--from the school, from the grounds, from the stairs themselves

Twenty-six... twenty-seven... twenty-eight... 

The last step.

“Fox, fox, please grant my wish...” 

But what are you wishing for? What do you really want? What have you always wanted, coming to this school day after day? 

You whisper it to the wind, and take the last step--

Twenty-nine.

Right into the vice-like arms of the dead, ghogrey Kim So-Hee

Her strength leaves you breathless and dizzy and you think don’t, don’t, don’t, as your physical body crumples down the stairs, dead. 

Your spirit is alive, now, forever--the fox granted your wish. You are special. 

#wishing stairs #korean horror #horror movies #darkfic #horror writing #afterwitch writes #I didn't label this one yandere cause it's technically not?? also I wasn't sure if the requester wanted yandere or just regular horror so! #afterwitch headcanons

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Ahtohallan, Iduna and the Voice

Ahtohallan is an integral part to the Frozen 2 story and I want to analyse Elsa’s inner thoughts about Ahtohallan. Much of this post is based on headcanon, so if you disagree or would like to offer a different perspective, do reach out in the comments! Long post ahead.

As an 8 year old

Elsa first hears of Ahtohallan when Iduna sings the lullaby, All is Found. To Elsa, Ahtohallan is just a legend at this point. Nobody believes it is real, not even Iduna. Ahtohallan/All is Found is associated with happiness and hope to 8 year old Elsa, as the lullaby comforts her after she had just received a somber history lesson from Agnarr with grave consequences for her as future queen, but also as a little girl not understanding why she alone had powers. I covered that in this analysis.

Between 8 and 18 years old

In my headcanon, the trauma of Anna’s accident and the subsequent isolation of Elsa affected Iduna and Elsa so much that Iduna probably never sang the lullaby or mentioned Ahtohallan again to Elsa. Also, Agnarr’s instruction was to “conceal, don’t feel” so I guess Iduna did not want to stir up magical thoughts in Elsa.

18-21 years old - from Iduna’s death till the events of Frozen 1

Devastated by the death of Iduna (and Agnarr) and being thrust into her role as Queen, Elsa probably completely forgot about Ahtohallan and the lullaby. Unknown to the audience in F1, Iduna had researched on Ahtohallan and concluded that it was a real place beyond the Dark Sea. F2 revealed to us her annotations on the map that was found in the ill-fated ship. 

The 3 years after F1 till just before Frozen 2

As a result of Anna’s great love and sacrifice, Elsa opened up and experienced love again and re-connected with Anna. The endless conversations they must have had, would surely have included the topic of their parents. Just think, they had 10 years of different experiences with their parents to share with each other! Additionally, at some point, Elsa discovered Iduna’s scarf and it would have brought back memories of Iduna’s presence, scent, songs, and Ahtohallan. So at this point, Elsa associates the Ahtohallan legend as part of the cloud of memories she has of Iduna. 

F2: Balcony + Bedroom scene

In my headcanon, Elsa was reminiscing Iduna singing the lullaby while at the balcony, as evidenced by her dreamy look which turns into a wistful smile. She was distracted enough by the memory that Kai’s sudden address to her (“Your Majesty”) could cause her to freeze the parapet. (I believe that Elsa in F2 had gotten control of her powers) In the bedroom, such a sweet scene, Anna soothes Elsa by singing their mother’s lullaby to her and stroking her forehead and nose. Ahtohallan is still a legend associated with the memory of Iduna.

Hearing the Voice

Elsa hears the Voice calling her on the balcony, during the charades game, in her dreams before Into the Unknown, throughout ITU, while sleeping in the wagon and while making friends with Bruni. She quickly realises that she is the only who hears it and she associates the Voice with the Enchanted Forest, because of what she saw during ITU and because the Voice woke her when it was time to enter the forest at the stone pillars of the spirits. She doesn’t know who the voice belongs to, yet. 

Honeymaren scene

Honeymaren introduces the legend of the Fifth Spirit and that some heard it call out the day the forest fell. Elsa starts to form an association between the Voice and the Fifth Spirit. Note that while Honeymaren makes a reference to Ahtohallan here, the way she says it implies that she doesn’t believe it exists either. 

The Ship scene (1)

In this pivotal scene, Ahtohallan, an unimportant legend that Elsa has known for the past 16 years, suddenly becomes a reality. Take a moment to let that sink in. Now consider that the one who reveals it is Iduna. This is very significant for Elsa. The story would have been very different if someone else, eg a Northuldran, or Gale, had told Elsa about Ahtohallan, or say for example if the girls had found a Northuldran artifact like a scroll or wood carving etc. Suddenly, Elsa is electrified by the knowledge that Ahtohallan exists and that Iduna was trying to find it, to help Elsa deal with her powers.

The Ship scene (2)

But before Elsa (and us, the audience) has had time to let that sink in, she decides rather hastily to use her new powers to generate memories from the water in the ship. The filmmakers chose the image of Agduna at the point of their death for devastating emotional effect. I think Elsa must have regretted doing it because it reopened old wounds. 

Anna (lovethawmode), summons her mightiest love to comfort Elsa, reaffirms her belief in Elsa and brings Elsa out of a depression spiral. A composed Elsa puts two and two together and concludes that the Voice/Fifth Spirit is in Ahtohallan and Ahtohallan is the next destination.

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Before I discuss the climax in Show Yourself, let me first state that in my headcanon, neither Elsa or Anna remembers the third, foreshadowing, verse of All is Found:

Where the north wind meets the sea There's a mother full of memory Come, my darling, homeward bound When all is lost, then all is found

They only can remember the earlier parts, and this ties in to my headcanon that Iduna never sang it again after the accident. Elsa is not expecting to see Iduna in Ahtohallan at all. At all.

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Show Yourself (1) - Approaching Ahtohallan

After taming the Nokk, Elsa glimpses Ahtohallan for the first time. She hears the Voice call her again and she sheds a tear because she senses a presence as she nears Ahtohallan, and that presence is touching her from deep within. 

Something is familiar Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold I can sense you there Like a friend I've always known I'm arriving And it feels like I am home

These lyrics could be interpreted to be describing Iduna. Of course the lyrics have dual meaning and could be interpreted to be Elsa sensing herself and who she’s always been meant to be (Fifth Spirit) since birth, which was taken away from her by fear. 

Show Yourself (2) - Coronation as Fifth Spirit

As she enters and goes deeper into Ahtohallan, she sees the elements 1) carved in ice pillars 2) as four beams of light that shine when she sings the call 3) and as their avatars made out of glowing lights, merging into the four crystals. It becomes clear to Elsa that the place in the centre of the crystals is meant for her. She, Elsa, is the Fifth Spirit. She has always been the Fifth Spirit (not only at this moment, her coronation is just confirmation). But the Voice doesn’t belong to the Fifth Spirit. The Voice belongs to... ... ...

Show Yourself (3) - Convergence

IDUNA. Yes, at the end of 16 years, Ahtohallan, Iduna and the Voice all converge! They were never separate at all. There is such great joy when Elsa sees adult Iduna singing “Come my darling homeward bound!” to her that she trembles and the tears just flow freely. Elsa 1) has found an answer to why she has powers 2) is assured of her mother’s love for her 3) has found Ahtohallan, which means she can A) always access her happy memories of Iduna and B) discover the truth about the Arendelle-Northuldra war and free the forest.

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Final headcanons about Iduna, the Voice and Iduna in Ahtohallan: First and foremost, I believe Iduna has passed away for good (unless F3 changes that!!!) and she’s not alive as a spirit/ghost. I believe young Iduna came up with the call (ah-ah-ah-ah) to call Gale, and Ahtohallan chose to use the same call to call Elsa. Yes, I believe Ahtohallan is the one who has been calling her all along and I believe the four spirits are working in partnership with Ahtohallan to bring Elsa to Ahtohallan, albeit first testing her powers to make sure she is “worthy”. 

For the climax of Show Yourself in Ahtohallan, I believe that Iduna is not actually singing to Elsa; she has passed away and we are seeing Elsa’s memories - the memory of Iduna singing “come my darling homeward bound” comes from the very same night that Iduna sang the lullaby. For the other lines (duet with Elsa):

Show yourself Step into your power Throw yourself Into something new

You are the one you've been waiting for

Actually, we only hear Iduna’s voice, because the image of Iduna is just smiling at Elsa as Elsa’s dress transforms and she twirls in delight. So I think one possible explanation is that Ahtohallan is letting Elsa hear a memory of Iduna saying/singing these words to her. As to when exactly Iduna said those words, I have 2 explanations: 1) Iduna said these words to Elsa when Elsa was self-isolating and struggling with her powers; but Elsa did not remember Iduna saying them as she was too anguished; or 2) Elsa never heard Iduna say these words, possibly because A) Elsa had fallen asleep after the lullaby and Iduna said these words to a sleeping Elsa or B) when Elsa shut everyone out of her life, Iduna might have stood outside Elsa’s door, crying silently and whispering these words. Ahtohallan is able to show Elsa events that Elsa herself did not witness, the most obvious example being Runeard murdering the Northuldran leader. 

Thanks for reading if you reached this point!

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[fabelyn]

Xie Lian’s 3rd Ascension Meta

Alright, so I’ve had thoughts and headcanons over how Xie Lian achieved his 3rd ascension. I tried asking fandom first to make sure I hadn’t simply skipped over an explanation, but the consensus seems to be the novel never explained and people assume he went up on his own merit.

I agree, but for a while I was hung up over the very real possibility Xie Lian ascended through the will of Jun Wu.

After putting my thoughts in order, I’ve come to the final conclusion of: 

Xie Lian ascended on his own merit, Hua Cheng played an integral part in it, and Jun Wu was aware he would do so and prepared for it. And a lesser possibility: Xie Lian might have ascended a bit earlier and Jun Wu slowed things down

I was very hung up on Jun Wu because it’s clear at least in my mind that Jun Wu knew Xie Lian was coming up. So now I’ll explain why Jun Wu didn’t ascend him, why he might have delayed the ascension and likely how Xie Lian ascended, among some other points.

This is longish and there be spoilers, so it’s behind a Read More:

First of all, methods of ascending:

-Jun Wu speeding things up (Xie Lian’s 1st ascension was this);

-Popularity, High Cultivation and Luck.

Why I assume Jun Wu clearly knew Xie Lian was going to ascend again and around when:

Jun Wu was stalking Xie Lian for 800 years. This is canon in my mind, given he knew all about Xie Lian’s exploits and sent him on missions ready made to attack him using his obscure past. Ban Yue pass was this (certainly one can argue he sent him there to create further conflict between XL and Pei Ming, but it was too much coincidence, especially considering the rest) and the mission where Jun Wu set him up to work with the one God who would have quite the beef with XL was the nail to the head. XL never used his face or original name during his Guoshi days: Jun Wu had to have been following him.

Furthermore, the first arc was readily prepared for Xie Lian when he went up. He barely ascended and already there was this... gift wrapped middle finger mission waiting for him.

That mission was clearly made for XL alone, it had: that very specific boy ghost with the face disease, Cuocuo, a ghost that was using the power of a Ghost King that was Xie Lian’s cousin and oh yeah, the Ghost was pissy because she had given her all and been abandoned (ay what a coincidental theme eh?)

The Ghost had been doing her thing for a long time, but coincidentally only recently it reached the point where Heaven had to act. Coincidentally the ghost boy and CuoCuo also happened to walk in around the same time. Too much coincidence, so clearly this was set up and fueled by Jun Wu.

But there’s the thing: the ghost boy hand’t come in, say, the day before XL reached the mountain, he’d been there a while...longer than between XL ascending and him accepting the mission and reaching the place.

Remember also that Xie Lian was wearing the shackles. It’s not a stretch to assume Jun Wu can track him through them, especially given he was able to appear in Xie Lian’s hotel room without XL having told anyone where he was located, much less his room number.. That always bothered me: how did he find both? It’s above him to have put a tracking device on Xie Lian.

So, Jun Wu had set the first mission up before Xie Lian ascended. Moreso given whe XL ascended he was “oh so coincidentally” away and thus this mission had no one to take care of but XL. Moreover, the whole situation was a powder keg: Jun Wu couldn't randomly set it up and see if maybe, maybe XL would randomly ascend in time that he could use it to fuck with him.

So, with this, either Jun Wu was the one to ascend Xie Lian, or he knew it would be happening.

Why it wasn’t Jun Wu ascending him:

a) There was no real reason to. It’s not as if Xie Lian’s mindset had changed, and he wasn’t even reeling from a tense situation (like being buried alive, being framed for murdering people, being mufasad trampled to death). There was no reason for Jun Wu to decide “fuck it, time for abuse and mind games Round 3″ unless 800 years was too long and he got impatient.

b) Xie Lian never questions his own ascension. He isn’t shocked that Jun Wu isn’t around when he comes up; yet if XL assumed his ascension was by Jun Wu, wouldn’t he expect the guy to be around to talk? Moreover, he never talks to Jun Wu about why he ascended. If XL knew his actions had not been enough to go up by himself, then he’d certainly have asked Jun Wu why bring him up now, or even suggest he shouldn’t have and XL deserves more suffering. He did none of that, instead focusing on everything else. So, even the humble XL didn’t think JW had a hand in it.

Jun Wu might have, in fact, delayed Xie Lian’s ascension, but to get to that possibility, let’s first deal with how XL went up again.

How Xie Lian ascended a 3rd time, and why Hua Cheng was integral to it:

@indelibleme has put their own headcanon in very good words, and I don’t disagree so here are their comments:

According to HOB, you have to 3 things to ascend. Luck, High Cultivation, Popularity (Being well known basically). So the first time is obvious - he was a genius in cultivation, his luck was said to very good, and he was a crown prince so popularity is a given. The second time, I’m guessing was a combination of having fought a Calamity (Bai Wuxiang), driven off the accumulated ghostly spirits (albeit with the help of Wuming) and he did it front of a lot of Yong'an people.  He was also cultivating on the side, so that’s probably the combination that lead him to ascend. After which tho, he willingly sealed away two things - his luck and his cultivation. So really, the only other way he could ascend is popularity. Which is tricky in the beginning as he’s a unlucky crown prince who is technically “wanted” on the mortal plane. But as we know, he does attain a lot of popularity. As the Guoshi Feng Xin and the Ban Yue General Xie Hua.  Also, cultivation is not just spiritual but also physical prowess. And from what we see later, Xie Lian has enough physical prowess to battle the young Crown Prince of Yong'an and Hua Cheng as well, from when he stopped their fight. He also claimed he would win overwhelmingly against that Crown Prince. All this without any spiritual energy. Plus with his luck sealed away, it seems it took him 800 years to accumulate enough of the other two to ascend again.

Summary: You need luck, popularity or high cultivation to ascend. Xie Lian had two sealed away, so he could only have ascended through popularity and physical cultivation.

Although Xie Lian roamed the world without using his real identity, he still left his mark through aliases such as Ban Yue General and Guoshi. And he managed to get rid of two Venerables of Empty Words, which would get him well known in the ghost realm even if no one knew who he was. We also know (see: Wind God being assumed female) popularity isn’t necessarily tied to your real self. That said, that even his name wasn’t tied to this feats must have harmed him popularity even if not turned it moot for ascending purposes.

Enter Hua Cheng.

Hua Cheng built a goddamn Ten Thousand Statue Temple, very clearly and specifically for Xie Lian. And would later go on to build the Thousand Lantern Temple, because nothing is too extra for Hua Cheng.

Let’s also remember how many lanterns Hua Cheng sent off in Xie Lian’s name: XL won the lantern competition. Considering how fiercely (and again, how extra he is) Hua Cheng loves Xie Lian, should we really assume he hadn’t done this until now? Perhaps he had been doing it for a while, but because Xie Lian hadn’t been officially a god, the lanterns were never counted.

If Xie Lian’s own deeds (by way of his hidden identity) were not sufficient to ascend him, Hua Cheng’s love and devotion, and his intense demonstration of those in Xie Lian’s name, had to be enough popularity to push him back up.

And to top it off was his physical prowess.

Why Jun Wu might have, in fact, delayed his ascension:

This is my weakest conjecture, based on trying to explain one last gap.

So if we agree that Xie Lian went up by popularity... his ascension timing is still off.

Unless the Lantern temple had just been built (doubtful, Hua Cheng wouldn’t have spent even a month without someplace near he could worship Xie Lian), then there was no recent popularity increase (or even cultivation or luck increase) to explain his sudden ascension. Ban Yue pass was the most “recent” one and that was a 100 years before. The stint with the Empty words was also, according to the text “many years ago”.

So unless Xie Lian is keeping a bit feat that boosted his popularity, or Hua Cheng did something massive in his name recently... he should have ascended before he did, or waited for more popularity. 

Same with physical prowess: should we believe he only acquired peak physical cultivation after 800 years?

If it wasn’t Hua Cheng or a big deed/cultivation the plot isn’t telling us... it had to be Jun Wu.

Perhaps by Ban Yue’s tragic end Xie Lian had amassed enough sufficient popularity to ascend, but would Jun Wu want him to? With the same frame of mind and no plan on JW’s part to tear it apart?

Maybe Jun Wu wanted him to keep Xie Lian suffering, in his denial that Xie Lian would not turn up like him eventually. Or maybe he simply wanted time to prepare “fuck you, bitch” plots for Xie Lian when he came up. Or maybe Xie Lian’s right to an ascension could not be stopped forever...

As @indelibleme​ has said to me: the last ascension was " Xie Lian's "third path" to solving a problem”, instead of falling into the ways Jun Wu wanted.

So Jun Wu delayed it, prepared a mission to rattle him and bother Pei Ming, then let him come up while being conveniently away just as the mission had conveniently come up.

They said his third ascension was the most violent, as if the very foundation of Heaven was shaking. We assume it was, of course, the bones that made the foundation sensing Xie Lian had come to change things. But maybe we can add to it that the violence was also a result of his delayed dues: Xie Lian rising when he was much more popular and physically stronger than a God usually is when he ascends, because it was held off.

(And the one thing to fall on Mu Qing being a clock would have the added simbolism -beyond the whole guilt and past symbolism it already had- of representing the time that was taken away from Xie Lian by Jun Wu which Jun Wu could no longer control)

And this ends my observations. This is my explanation for his 3rd ascension, that to me fixes the issues I’ve had with the whole thing (Jun Wu’s preparedness, timing, etc). This fits the theme of HOB: of Xie Lian finding his own path -despite Jun Wu’s meddling- through his kindness and helped by Hua Cheng’s love.

Hopefully I won’t have turned out to have skipped information that invalidates this.

#heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #xie lian #tgcf #hob #hualian #jun wu #hua cheng #hob meta

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

Time to talk about Lillith :)

So her being MC's ancestor in the story was... A bad choice, in my opinion.

And I don't hate that she was the one who revived MC, quite the opposite, that was a fine move. I like to think that it was to show that MC had a connection to all the siblings, dead or alive, hate or love. It's just...

Why are they (technically) related? What was the purpose?

That could sound mean, but if some of your playbase could call incest and (possibly) have a leg to stand on, it's a bit... Much, let's say. But, either way, there is an alternative that I like. (And one I made up, but that's besides the point.)

I like the idea that Diavolo lied to the brothers to keep the peace. To me, it makes sense, because:

He needs to keep the peace between the three realms, and y'know, one of the humans dying kind of prevents that. So, why not lie to them to make sure this never happens again?

It would also get to a quick resolution for the brothers, since I'm pretty sure that Belph was about to kill MC... Again.

Sadly, I only have two reasons, but you're smart, you can probably expand upon this.

Anyway, this might be a bit sloppy, but I hope you can understand what I'm trying to say.

Your Anonymous Color Coder,

Lesson 42 Anon

(P.S. I have issues with Lesson 16, 17, and 18. I say this just in case I want to rant about it. :)

So initially I wasn't the biggest fan of them being related, though when they first started hinting at a connection between Lilith and MC I had a "OH GOD. OH DAMN. PLEASE DON'T BE LILITH'S REINCARNATION" moment so finding out MC was just a distant relative was a relief but not one I was necessarily happy with? Because of all the "Is this technically incest!?" feelings I had at the time.

But it did grow on me? I think all the human au's I had roaming free in my head helped me get over it? When writing or thinking up human Aus I try to make them as close to the Canon situation as possible so it'd be:

The brothers and Lilith all living in a foster home with only Lucifer and Satan being blood related, but they all see each other as a found family. MC would be a distant (and I mean distant enough it equals to the thousands of years that separate Canon MC and Lilith) cousin who they don't even find out is related to Lilith until much later (after Lilith either leaves and joins a more permanent family or....well dies I guess).

The way I see it, it'd be the same as a group of "we're so close we see each other as siblings" friends wanting to date the distant/estranged relative of one of the group members.

So yeah, now I see the whole Lilith, MC, brothers thing as "Incest if I'm willing to reach so far my arm tears straight outta my socket" so yeah.

Though obviously it's completely valid if people are still uncomfortable with it.

ANXUSJWMNZRATQVX8 Belphie would have totally murdered MC if they didn't bring up the whole Lilith thing! And I'm so upset they all just get over it? Like damn I love Belphie no lie, but are we just gonna gloss over the fact that he was 110% okay with the genocide of the entire human race???????

I also have this headcanon that MC has chronic pain that flares up on and off after Belphie murdered them, cause remember how the ghost of the fortune teller,Gisella (?), on the train said you never forget the feeling of dying and MC had a pretty violent death so.....

I also HC that there are days, specially when the pain is bad, where they can't stand to be near Belphie and that while he was initially upset by this and was persistent about still being with them by around mid S2 or S3 he's learnt to identify those days and understand why MC can't even look at him then and he makes himself scarce and sleeps away the day in an out of the way dark, corner probably with Beel around for emotional support because honestly those days would hurt him as much as MC.

I like that in the Canon storyline that none of the brothers were 100% okay with Belphie right after Lesson 16 and how they went out of their way, more so than usual, to make sure MC wasn't alone with him? I maybe reading into that too much but I liked it..

And I mean generally MC's a very calm, collected, headstrong and stubborn character so as frustrating as it is I understand why they would want to help Belphie get along with the others again. "I died for this shit, so I might as well see it through" kinda mentality

I didn't initially like the two timelines cause it made me really sad imagining the one MC left behind and to ease that angst I always imagined since MC changed the past their original timeline -the future timeline- got erased with a new future unfolding. but someone on tumblr posted a headcanon with evidence on why they thought Barbatos joined the two timelines together so that they live with the extra day of memories and experiences that came from the original timeline AND I JUMPED THE HELL ON THAT BOAT & actually recently wrote something about it. Here have the link and some shameless self promotion cause I'm an attention whore:

Deadlines

"When Mammon meets his soulmate he's going to punch them in the face. It doesn't matter if he'll only find out who exactly his soulmate is when one of them is on their deathbed. He's still going to punch them."

Um anyway that's all my thoughts on 16, 17 & 18 (I think. There might be more that I can't remember at the moment tbh) and since I rambled to you about it you are now contractually obligated to rant to me about yours. Sorry, those are the rules🤷🏽

About the thing you said about Diavolo and his reasons I honestly have nothing else to add, I mean the reasons you gave make total sense and I'm okay with just what the canon gave too so

It wasn't sloppy at all! My rambles are always too long and all over the place!

Edit: I forgot! As to why they were related, yeah I don't think it was completely necessary but still I can see reasons behind it?

1. As a way to make MC other. A devilgram and a little line in S3 makes it seem like MC is neither angel, demon OR human. I HC that Lilith died right as she was changing from angel to demon making her one of a kind and that pure "Fallen Angel" magic came with her when she was reincarnated and then was passed down to MC.

2. How lilith's known as the mother of monsters in some myths and how MC is related to them... I just think it's neat. Plus MC has an insane amount of raw power - truly a monster in their own right

3. It's closure for the brothers. They never got to see Lililth as a human, never got to see her grow up, fall in love, start her own family. The last they saw her she was in pain and dying. They don't get to see if she was happy. MC's the closest proof they have to that. That she found love and had a family and was happy

4. It's closure for lilith. Just the fact that her spirit passed down from descendent to descendent along with her magic till she could see her brothers again just to see if they were happy and to tell them she had lived a long happy life. I don't know I'm really happy she was able to do that

5. The brothers find similarities between Lilith and MC but they're rare and 6 of the 7 brothers already liked MC before they found out about MC being her descendent. And even Belohie starts to like them as their own person. Just I always worry that they like MC just because of the connection between them and Lilith and that they see MC as a replacement but then U remember their Canon interactions and it feels like the brothers actually forget about that connection. MC is Lilith's legacy, they're living proof that you can be born in one world but find your true home in another, but they're not defined by Lilith. They're their own person. Even their magic is their own considering Lilith used the last of hers when she helped them in Lesson 15/16

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #shall we date? obey me! #swd obey me #asks #answers #my headcanons #my theories #obey me lilith #obey me belphie #swd lilith #swd belphie #om! belphie #obey me belohegor #om! belphegor #swd belohegor

[12-am-username]

Well it's not THAT extreme XD But I definitely would love some more Yandere! Hanako headcannons but this is more about if Yashiro had been sent to the hospital for three days and went absent from school because uh let's say somebody in school caused it. Highlight: How/What is Hanako doing meanwhile? And the moment Yashiro came back what'd he do—?

yandere! hanako x nene headcanons

(yandere! hanako x yashiro nene | headcanon and oneshot | fluff, angst, and gore | 2.2k words | spoilers)

— requested by @aliarosella —

i didn’t think i’d be making a part two to this but hey i’m idea-less. @aliarosella i hope this lives up to your expectations 🥺🥺. this will contain spoilers from the manga so please proceed with caution. THERE IS a fair amount of GORE IN HERE TOO, SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT KIND OF CONTENT, I SUGGEST YOU SEARCH UP SOME FLUFF CONTENT like some of my other works. (unedited)

He is an obsessive yandere

Obsessive in a way that he always have her safety on his mind, wonders if she messed with the wrong apparition, imagining her bright smile once more, or reminiscing of her warm hands that reminded him that she’s alive

He is obsessive in that he cared for her so much that he wanted to protect her from the dangers of her new reality

However, he could not protect her from that accident

“Kid, please!” Hanako begged. When Yashiro didn’t come to school, he didn’t think much of it. Until another day passed, and another one came. The apparition floated beside the young exorcist, shaking his shoulders.

“Senpai made me promise not to tell you.” Kou rubbed the back of his neck. It was one thing to promise Yashiro not to speak of the incident, and another to not speak of who did it. He already broke one. When Kou explained that Yashiro hit her head and suffered a severe concussion, Hanako could barely register the words coming out of his mouth. He assured the apparition that it would take a day in the hospital. He had to keep reminding Hanako that she isn’t dead.

Kou didn’t have any intention of breaking his promise. Yashiro specifically said not to tell anyone what really happened in the cooking room. Yet something inside him wondered if it was a good idea to keep it from Hanako.

“It was a guy in third year. They say he had disciplinary issues and acted like a delinquent.” Kou was hesitant. Who wouldn’t be? He looked down, waiting for a reaction from the ghost. Hanako’s eyes darkened.

“I don’t think Senpai told me the whole truth. Only that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Kou muttered. He didn’t think it was loud for the ghost to hear, but Hanako could already envision what happened. His mind replayed a scenario where Yashiro was struck by a blunt object. It was on purpose, wasn’t it? That boy did it to provoke him, didn’t he?

“I’m sure it was just an acc—“ Kou stopped. When he looked up, he saw Hanako’s expression grow cold as shivers went down his spine. A dark shadow cast over the apparition’s face as his hand twitched in anger. Kou’s heart started to beat faster as Hanako lifted his head to meet his eyes. The look that he gave was unearthly and foreign. Kou didn’t know how much trouble he caused for the apparition. His brother’s words rang in his head. A troublesome ghost that goes unstable at the drop of a hat...

He is a resentful yandere

Resentful in a way that he can no longer put a facade on, that he has brought hell to the academy, except no one knew that he declared war

He is resentful in that he didn’t need words to express the feelings bottled inside

However, he’s walking the line between stability and insanity

He never thought too hard about it. Really, he didn’t. He didn’t. He thought that he didn’t. His mind always dirfted back to that delinquent that hurt Yashiro. What if that killed her? What if she died there, while Hanako didn’t know? What if he came too late? It killed him, thinking that way. Nothing good came out of it, but he can’t stop. He fell into despair while she was in the hospital.

Thoughts plagued his mind. He stopped smiling. He no longer had a carefree tone in his voice. He wasn’t the teasing and playful No. 7. No, he changed. There was no more joy in his eyes. There would be no more butterflies in his stomach. There would be no warmth to remind him that all he does is for Yashiro to live. All he felt was numb. Pain. Resent.

Resent for that boy. That insolent fool. He wondered if Yashiro would be better off without that kid. In fact, everyone would be better off without him, right? Hanako twisted his mindset. His head grew heavy as his heart turned bitter and harder, almost stone. It hurt to smile, too. But this sick and twisted grin, Hanako found himself adapting to this new look.

It didn’t go by unnoticed. Akane, Vice President and Clock Keeper, would often see him wandering the halls. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, just passing by. What caught Akane’s eye however, was the look on his face. It always seemed like he was looking for something beyond him. Akane fixed his glasses, heading to the Student Council Room.

Kou didn’t know what to do. For the most part, Hanako stopped talking at all. Not that he didn’t mind it, sometimes it was nice to not hear his perverted thoughts. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Worried, he looked for the apparition in the girl’s bathroom. He reached out to knock when he heard a giggle. It sounded like Hanako. It’s been a while since he heard him laugh. No, this is different. It wasn’t a pity laugh, nor did it stem from joy. The distant voice of his brother called to him. He harms the living at the slightest provocation...

He is a distant yandere

Distant in a way that he wouldn’t meet with anyone, preferring to isolate himself from people and apparitions

He is distant in that he won’t let anyone come near him, not that anyone approached him

However, he found himself longing for something to distract him from his loneliness

The 7th Wonder didn’t know when he started to isolate himself. For 3 days, he already seemed accustomed to it. Like second nature. It terrified him, how easy it was for him to adapt with the new reality he has. Yashiro is still in the hospital. He wondered how she’s doing, as he always does. He found himself at the school rooftop. He missed it when she made him donuts. Or when they came up there to talk about anything. He missed teasing her and seeing her face flush. The mokke came and went, offering him food they stole found in the cooking room. The cooking room. Where the accident took place. He shook his head.

“It’s not healthy to keep your emotions to yourself, you know?” Hanako turned his head and found Tsuchigomori, giving him a concerned look. Hanako sighed and went back to staring beyond the school gates. Perhaps if he was taller, he could get a better view and find the hospital. “Are you even listening to me?”

“I don’t have to.” Hanako crossed his arms. He looked at Tsuchigomori, glaring at him. The fifth mystery remained unfazed as Hanako continued. “There’s nothing you can do to change the fact that she’s hurt. And I’m not there with her.”

“We’re all hurt when we heard what happened. You’re not the only one suffering.” Tsuchigomori sighed as he went back the stairs. Some of the mysteries were uncomfortable with how the Honorable No. 7 was acting. Maybe he was acting out of self interest. Only doing what he felt like he needs to do. By himself, like he always did. Maybe that’s what Hanako is. Self-serving and violent...

He is a dependent yandere

Dependent in a way that he can’t see himself do anything without Yashiro, or yearn to brush her hair and feel the gentle touch when their hands intertwine

He is dependent in that he didn’t want to lose the solace he found in his arms

However, he found himself facing this temporary but painful reality

Hanako found himself rocking back and forth in the girls bathroom. God, how he wanted it to be over. He wanted Yashiro back in his arms. He wanted to talk about daikon, just to see her face turn angry. It always brought a smile on his face. She was his salvation. The only good thing in this world to him. The only thing that mattered in the world to him. The only thing that meant something to him.

Three days felt like hell. No, hell was kinder than this reality. Any day without her, left alone to his imagination, it didn’t do any good. The mokke sensed his distress and pain. The other mysteries noticed it, too. Without Yashiro, they’re left to wonder if Hanako would disappear from the near shore, because what is his world without her?

Kou’s mind wandered back to when his brother nearly exorcised the apparition. Hanako had said that he still had things to do. What things? The life of a murderer could never atone for anything. There were things that needed to be done. But this was a punishment for Hanako. Something worse than being released from the near shore.

Hanako found himself unconsciously reaching for the mop that Yashiro always used. He found himself unconsciously touching the door to the third stall. He was torn. He grew worse every day. His mind went to a dark place. A grim and lonely mindset that no one should ever go into. That boy... He caused his heart to turn cold. He wanted to snap, oh God, what he would do to snap. Release all the emotions. Like he did with Tsukasa. Tsukasa... He took his brother’s life. Taking life from another...

He is a taunting yandere

Taunting in a way that he didn’t see anything wrong with it, only acting on what he believes is true

He is taunting in that he’s trying to see how far he could go before something happens

However, he found himself slowly losing his grip on reality

Was this his punishment? For God to give him his haven, only to take it away once more? What more could God do? What other cruel fate is planned? His heart started to beat faster. Nothing could hurt him any more than this. His head hurt from all the thoughts that raced through his head. There would be another time to think about what happened. Another time to ask why Yashiro was hurt. Another time to ask why it had to be Yashiro.

Hanako could remember Teru’s words when they confronted each other. Maybe part of it was true. Maybe is a troublesome ghost. Maybe he would harm the living for what they did to Yashiro. Maybe it’s of his own accord, serving his self interest. To take away that delinquent’s life for nearly taking away Yashiro’s. He could disappear now, yes, but what if Yashiro got hurt? His days without her felt like it happened for forever. Maybe when she dies, they could be happy. Happier without the pain in the world. Happier without the pity that came too late. Yet he clings stubbornly to the near shore and refuse to accept his own death...

He is a quiet yandere

Quiet in a way that he didn’t need words to convey what he’s feeling, denying his delusions, and found solace in a gloomy place

He is quiet in that he kept his dark fantasies to himself, never letting anyone ask what was going on in his head

However, he didn’t know if what he did next was real

Night is about to fall. Something about today felt different. There was something in his eyes.

Maybe the joy of seeing his blood splatter in the kitchen room. Maybe the thrill and excitement that rushed through him as he held the knife. The happiness he felt when the boy’s heart slowed its beating. His eyes glowed with hunger for more, his smile growing wider every time he choked out blood. The look in his face never faltered, only growing darker as screams echoed in his head. The delinquent’s face started to lose its color, eyes drained of life.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, no longer witnessing the apparition’s murderous gaze. Panting heavily, he dropped the kitchen knife.

The night was quiet.

There were no screams.

Blood stained the floor, the walls, smeared on his face, on the countertop. The entire room would be a crime scene. Hanako looked out the window. The moon shone brightly, the smell of blood no longer filling up the room. Did he imagine killing him? It felt so real. It didn’t matter then, because his heart started to settle down. Whether he made it up or put it into action, he allowed his mind to reach the deepest and darkest pit that demons fear to enter.

It was fine.

He was fine now.

When Yashiro came back, he gave her the biggest hug and cuddled her like a koala. He refused to let go of her, even as she went to class. She didn’t mind, she missed him too. Her mind wandered as class began.

What was Hanako doing without her? Was he alright?

It’s been a few days, but she can’t help but worry about how lonely he must have been. Hanako stood behind her, twirling her hair in between his fingers. She reached behind her and touched his hand, which would seem like she was touching her hair to most people. He missed her soft touch and let out a small smile. But something lingered in his mind, making the soft look on his face falter.

He still can’t comprehend what happened. Whether he really did kill the boy. He couldn’t bear to tell Yashiro. He stared at the back of her head, lifeless eyes looking for a distant memory where he satisfied his bloodlust.

To be perfectly honest...

...it’s painful to look at...

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