So I had a funny idea the other day, and I thought you'd all enjoy it
(Read More bc this this is long)
The Abyss is canonically not as air-tight as PK thought it was, and I personally headcanon the Vessels as having a craving/obsession/hunger for light (specifically the Radiance's; they recognize pale light as “their own”.)
What if PK was minding his business one day, and just stumbles across a Vessel that's infiltrated his Palace? And he's like “Where the HELL did you come from?!” Like he legit double-checks that the door is still sealed. It is. And he’s just so Confused.
And now he's just got this second Vessel that's randomly shown up. That he has no idea what to do with. He only needed one, they're meant to be tools, but at the same time, he can't quite forget the fact that these were supposed to be his children. He can't quite bring himself to just get rid of it, even if it doesn't have a purpose.
He ends up just sitting on the issue, trying to think of a 'solution'. It's fine, it's not even really that big of a deal. It's just one extra Vessel. He’ll figure out a use for it eventually.
A few days later, he walks past both Vessels in the hall – only to stumble a step because "Wait a moment – those aren't the right horns!" And sure enough, he double-takes, and they're not. They're completely unfamiliar. These are two new Vessels.
He's so flabbergasted he actually tries to ask where they came from. And of course they just stare at him. He's so confused.
He's even more at a loss for what to do with them. It's getting hard to even remember to double check if the Vessel he's interacting with is the Pure one. He's stressing out about already accidentally fucking up their ‘hollowness’.
It just keeps happening. The White Lady corners him with a very disapproving look on her face, going "Did you forget to tell me something, my beloved?" while pulling out a Vessel from her robes. Herrah arrives unannounced and plops one on his desk, “I think you’ve lost something, Wyrm. Keep your cursed spawn out of my tunnels.” Ogrim and Isma attempt to stealthily deposit two of them in the ‘Vessel Room’ without him noticing, but the seal work on the door was designed to alert him every time a Vessel left or entered. He doesn’t even ask where they found them, he just looks at them with resigned acceptance and shuffles them into the room.
When Lurrien arrives for his bimonthly meeting to discuss the growing infection rates with a cracked mask and heavily bandaged hands, a tall tri-horned Vessel absolutely seething in a tight bundle of rope, the King honestly just wants to lay down in a ditch at this point. He can't figure out where they're coming from. He doesn't know WHY they're coming to the Palace.
He didn't even think this many had survived.
And he still doesn't know what to do with them all, aside from shoving them into the “Vessel Room”. It takes so much of his concentration just to try to keep them occupied or distracted with something, because if they aren't, they turn to the rest of the Palace, and they are somehow even more of a chaotic nuisance than Hornet was. Nothing was safe; if it existed, a Vessel was going to find it and get into it. And potentially steal it, he discovers after an eventful game of "What are you putting in your mouth--nO COME BACK HERE-"
And then Ghost shows up.
And if he thought the other Vessels were menaces, the King had no idea what he was in for. Ghost is easily the worst of them all, combined. Nothing is sacred to Ghost. Ghost is basically a honey badger: they do not give a fuck.
Ghost is the first Vessel the King accidentally gives a nickname to when he calls them a 'Little Nightmare', a title that Ghost only seems to take on with pride. The King regrets.
The King is beyond exhausted. Trying to juggle the Vessels, training the Pure Vessel, dealing with the increasing number and severity of Infected, rising tensions with Deepnest, the Hive and the Mantis Tribe, and the futile search for some other way to deal withe Radiance that he knows he won't find, because he's already out of options. He's sleep deprived, barely eating, constantly stressed, and more times than not forgets to bathe. He's in a downward spiral, he knows it, and knows he can't continue as he is. But he has no choice. He just has to keep going, while hoping, praying, that he doesn't mess up and doom his kingdom, his people.
And just when the King thought he couldn't handle any further stress...
The Vessels go missing. All of them. They just vanish.
It takes a while for anyone to even notice, but it’s the White Lady who does first.
And at first, the King doesn't pick up on his wife's worry when she tells him she can't find them. It's only when she repeats herself, insisting that they're nowhere within the Palace walls, the guards and Great Knights have looked everywhere, twice, and she hasn't personally seen them since last night, that the implication finally sets in.
The Vessels are missing.
The Vessels are missing.
He's never put together such a massive amount of city guards so quickly before in his entire Kinghood. The order is simple: find the Vessels, bring them back to the Palace. He doesn't understand why his body was shaking so much as he watched nearly every guard in the city leave to search. It must be the stress. Or he just forgot to eat again.
He expected the Vessels to be found quickly. As small and indistinct as they are, they tended to stick together as a flock or in groups. They were also not very sneaky or subtle about their presence, most of them being little terrors on stubby legs, so some bugs must've seen them. They also couldn't have gotten very far. At most, a couple of hours, he tells himself as he paces the entrance hall of the Palace, waiting for news or a team to return.
He wonders how they got out of the Palace, and resolves to find the weak spot and patch it. Without another exit, the Vessels wouldn't make it past the Guards if they tried to leave again. Perhaps he should place detection seals around the perimeter of the Palace...Just in case.
News does not come. Nor do any of the guards return for over half a day.
And when they do start trickling back, they're all empty-handed.
They give reports, of bugs seeing the Vessels, of their possible movements throughout the Kingdom, but the Vessels themselves were elusive. None of them had even caught sight of a single one.
The King is angry, enraged actually. He's also terrified. He feels like he's in pain, even though he's not wounded. He wants to burn things. Break things. Claw his workshop to pieces. He wants to scream, to seethe. To sob. He's so overwhelmed with so many conflicting emotions, he doesn't know what to do. The shaking has returned. He feels like he can barely breathe past the rock in his throat. His body feels oddly numb. He’s only ever felt so helpless when confronted with the Infection itself.
The order still stands: Find them. Just find them.
He's restless. he feels anxious for reasons he doesn't understand. He searches himself, even though he knows it’s a risk to his own life; the Radiance would take any shot she had at him. He scours the Kingdom, looking for even the slightest traces of Void. He finds signs of it all over the place, small amounts, but not a single whiff of the Vessels themselves. He cannot even tell what they were doing, if anything, because they seemed to have gone quite literally everywhere.
Days pass.
With each hour that goes by without any word of them being found or them returning (by the Stars and Fates, does he hope they just walk back through the front door. He wouldn’t even be upset, he just wants them to come back.) the King becomes more and more distressed. More despondent. More hopeless.
The Kingdom, outside of the City and the villages, is not safe. So many viscous, infected creatures that would willingly try to feast upon a tiny Vessel. Food was becoming scarcer; the icy black of their bodies wouldn't be a deterrent, even if their toxic Void would most assuredly kill whatever consumed them eventually. The acids were so caustic they'd easily eat through the thin, small maskshells, leaving not a single trace. So many perilous places to fall from. So many unstable caverns to be crushed or trapped in.
The King wondered if he should alter his order to include looking for any signs of their corpses as well. He cannot bring himself to do so; to voice such terrors aloud would make them unbearably real.
Every day is the same: There is no news. There is no news. There is no news. We have not seen them. We have not found them.
Until suddenly, there is news, but it’s not the news he expected or even needed.
The Infection was dying. Rapidly. Just...shriveling up, into gnarled vines and sunken pustules. The bright glaring neon orange was dimming to a lifeless murky brown. Those ensnared in the waking dreamsleep woke up, came back to themselves.
Everyone was dumbfounded. What did this mean? What could have possibly happened? Did the Radiance...give up? Or did something happen to her? What could possibly affect the Radiance enough to disrupt her power so quickly, so thoroughly?
The entire Kingdom looked to their King for answers, and he had none to give. He didn’t know.
He could only work to prevent panic and hysteria, and hope that someone comes back with answers soon.
Through the efforts to assuage the public’s concerns, the King continues to wait, desperately, for word on his Vessels. In the evening, he waits by the front gate. Watching the bridge, for hours. Hoping, even as he’s growing hopeless. There, yet not.
The King is just about to give up for the night, to return inside, to curl up in his chambers and fall into a restless sleep that fails to rejuvenate or ease his stresses, where the images of dead and mutilated Vessels terrorize his nightmares, when voices call out, alarmed, catching his attention. He turns.
He freezes. Stares.
The Vessels were right there, huddled in a group as they slowly walked across the bridge. All of them. Together. They were there.
They were safe.
They were all scuffed up, splattered in the orangeish brown muk and smelling of ash, nicks and dents on their tiny dirty shells. Some of them looked worse for the wear, being supported or carried by others, leaking void from various injuries. The taller tri-horned one with an overgrown cloak had a nasty crack on it's head, their shortest horn just outright gone. It was messily bandaged, and they seemed to be in pain, but they were alive. Another, with two short pairs of horns on the side of their head, was clutching their chest, limping along with another who was missing half their curled horn.
Ghost supported the Pure Vessel, who looked utterly ravaged. cloak torn and stained orange, a deep crack through their right eye socket, empty space where their tiny left arm used to be. Ghost, Little Nightmare, supported a nasty crack down the middle of their mask, deep grooves in their horns like blade wounds and scorch marks searing their tattered cloak, nail shattered completely in half.
The Vessels stop when they see him, staring back. The King doesn't even realize he'd approached them until he was almost on top of them, staring down.
And then he realizes they were carrying something between them, but they're moving, shifting, spreading apart--
And presenting him with a large blade still wet with neon orange ichor.
A familiar blade, he knew was once attached to the Radiance.
He can only stare, as the Pure Vessel steps forward, dipping a tiny claw into the slowly congealing orange and writing slowly, "We ate the Light. No more sick dreams."
And it hits the King right in the gut that the Vessels had been listening to him talk about the Infection, heard him complain and worry over it. Had listened, and taken it upon themselves to try to get rid of it.
And they'd somehow succeeded. Somehow managed to find, to trap, to fight, to defeat her. Not unscathed, not without a cost, but without loosing any of their own. They’d all challenged a God, and killed her.
Had ripped out her gleaming blade, the symbol and embodiment of her power to cleave through dreams and minds, to take it with them.
To give it to him.
The Vessels push the bloodstained blade into his hands, and he stares at it for only a single second, before dumping it to the ground beside him without a care.
A twitch of surprise goes through the Vessels, and air of confusion and outrage, but he doesn't care; he lunges forwards and wraps his arms around as many of them as he can reach, pulling them tight to him and grabbing for yet more until he’s somehow got them all in his arms. Clinging to them. Burying his face among their stained shells and nicked horns, and sobbing.
Of course he cares about the death of the Radiance. The severity of that will hit him later, after he's had time to absorb it properly.
For now, the only thing he gives a damn about is the fact that his children are all safe, back home. Dirty, busted up, and in a world of trouble once he's done weeping with relief, but alive.
Nothing else mattered.
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Ehe, my shower was quick and so was my brain, episode three is about to hit your inbox at max speed.
Also I might take a crack at drawing weapons for the knights if I finish my history essay tomorrow, so we’ll see lmao.
After last time, Arashi is about to have so much fun, and so is Shu :):):):)
So we start with Tsukasa actually
its him in class and we hear his internal monologue
He’s questioning what the hell he saw and trying to figure out what class that girl he saw transform is in (he’s walking around during this cuz it’s lunch time at this point and like the scenery would be nicer for animation if he was walking lmao + nicer if my dumbass wants to draw him)
he actually does find Arashi + the besties (no Izumi tho) but he’s too shy to approach them so he just watches them
hes mostly focusing on listening in and looking at that makeup brush that he saw turn into a sword
then he feels a hand on his shoulder
he turns to look behind him and, “Sena?”
izumi is kind of pissed lmao, cuz he found someone spying on his friends 🥰🥰 aww ge cares about them
anyways Tsukasa tries to explain himself but Izumi doesn’t want to hear it and try’s to drag him away, until Leo spots him.
“SENA!!!” At this point Leo is bolting toward him to drag him over to lunch 🥰🥰🥰🏳️🌈 love wins: Izumi joins them for lunch + Tsukasa now
These mfers tease Izumi about making a new friend and he’s like “no this is just some weird kid that I found watching you guys”
Ritsu makes a joke about Tsukasa watching them cuz he has a crush on one of them, Tsukasa denies cuz, I mean it’s Tsukasa. The bullying continues <<33
Lunch ends like normal, school goes on
the next day is much of the same
Arashi invites Mika to lunch, he hesitates and then declines
Arashi catches on to his hesitation but decides to change the subject cuz she can tell that it might be a bit of a sensitive topic for him and she doesn’t want to press
she changes the topic to Mika’s friends, and in a panic without anyone else to mention he says “Shu Itsuki”
We then cut to Leo’s class for a bit.
Shu asks to borrow Izumi’s glass pen for a moment so he can write something down, Izumi gets furious and almost punches the guy
then we cut back to Mika and Arashi.
Arashi is like “really??? That guy??? Oh my god you could do so much better” but she doesn’t say this out loud she just thinks it <<33
she only knows him from Izumi’s complaints <<33
Mika can kind of tell that she doesn’t like Shu and immediately starts verbally defending him like a Reddit user defending his favorite anime woman.
Arashi is like “chill for a moment please, I just don’t know him that well, I’m sure he’s a wonderful person once you get to know him :)” (Lmao 💀 with my plans for this outline ma’am you’ll know him a bit too well by the end of this)
Mika is like “yeah <<33” before realizing he’s supposed to be keeping his distance from Shu at school and immediately going onto the “well I don’t know him that well either, he’s just in the craft club with me, he’s just really nice sometimes”
Arashi drops the convo there and decides to show Mika some pictures of the cat
Mika likes cats so she invites him on a friendly study date at her house so he can see the kitty and they can do homework together
Mika, after a bit of hesitation, and also thinking about the pros and cons of listening to Shu vs playing with a kitty, decides that Shu won’t be too mad if he goes to play with the kitty. Also he reasons that Shu would want him to blend in well and get good grades so a study date with a cute girl who he happens to be friendly with can’t hurt.
anyways when they do get back to the house the study date is going well expect for the fact that the cat doesn’t like Mika very much, in fact his hands are scratched to hell and back.
Arashi helps him bandage them up but as they’re doing that they hear a loud bang from outside the bathroom
Arashi has the makeup brush in her pocket so she’s ready to transform if it’s another one of the dolls
she tells Mika to stay in the bathroom and to lock the door if he hears screaming, Mika is like “???😰😰😰☹️😨???” About this
arashi gets back to her room to find it being rummaged through by a bunch of little porcelain dolls. Like the creepy Victorian kind.
all of them turn in sync when she opens the door and after a second they lunge at her to grab the makeup brush.
Arashi transforms and yells for Mika to lock the door.
She fights off the horde of dolls, detransforms and then rushes back to the bathroom to check on Mika
He’s fine btw, just worried about Arashi
she tells him that everything’s fine and it was just the neighbors dog that got in again so she had to escort the dog out cuz the dog isn’t friendly to people other than the dogs own family and her family
Arashi asks if Mika wants her to walk him home, Mika declines and thanks her for the offer before leaving
Arashi texts her friends about what just happened
anyways we cut to a dimly lit mansion, it’s quiet and the only sound is the sound of a sewing machine and the frustrated sighs of the man using it.
The man methodically weaves golden thread into wine red fabric, his work is as delicate as it is precise, practically perfect to the untrained eye, and impressive to one who knows what to look for.
The dolls around him move about his work shop, carrying supplies, organizing shelves, dancing at his whims with the simple flick of the golden strings tied to his finger tips.
the air in the room changes and life sized doll clad in wine red with a frilly veil obscuring his face materializes across the room from his master.
he reports the intel he has found, and the man stirs from his work at the news.
“Another magical knight? And you’re sure the cat was with her?” The man allows his strings to flow freely toward the doll, enveloping his frame in a warm golden glow. “Well, there’s no need for you to bring the cat anymore, if she can transform already then there’s no point. That cat is useless to us now. We need that makeup brush. Make sure your dolls get it next time.”
the doll nods and waits for further instruction.
when he is given none, and is dismissed he stops kneeling and leaves the room.
the man who is sewing (the audience can’t see his face btw) sits back down at his machine and grumbles about there now being two headaches to deal with.
I’m having too much fun with this ✨✨✨
Imma try and draw the weapons tomorrow if I have time, if not, I’m off from school on Monday so I’ll just have my history course work which means I’ll have time <<33
Hello there! Everyone's ready for their weekly Magical Knights AU?! No?! I dont care let's gO
ok tbh the whole sequence has been in my head non stop so i had to animate it, and this time i made a storyboard! who knew that actually planning things beforehand made it easier!
i swear in krita it looked better
i know its in 144p i cant do anything about it sobs
now Mika defending Shu's image like his fav waifu is so canon to me. Is like IzumiP's trying to clean his image in any hate post about him adfkash
Shu VS Izumi who has the worst image 100% real no fake (goes wrong)
and im so jealous of mika for going to a study date w arashi fr i want to live that dream sobs
Also Arashi's cat just knowing that Mika's is not to be trusted is so good, like lil kitty knows things. Poor Mika's hands tho
fake screencap! i took the bathroom from a 3d printer site, hope that's not illegal akjdfsa
anyways Mika would be hearing how some loUD crashes and tumps and shi and then when he goes out there's nothing broken (by miracle), not suspicious at all nono
and Arashi offering to walk him home, what a gentlewoman 🥰🥰
also Shu and Mika living in a mansion?? so true?? Shu robbed a bank before the main story?? definitely. still it would be so funny if it's just a medium apartament and is just very well decorated--
take this as a promo poster btw i just like the compo a lot--
nOW i have this idea of the little dolls walking all over the house but not in the floor cuz that would be annoying when Shu/Mika walk, so they have these wood planks in the walls like the ones for cats!
that's all for today! seeya in huh,, dunno! ill see if i procrastinate less!!! :))
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here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :)
*indicates smut
last updated: march 26, 2024
MARVEL
loki laufeyson
- from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro)
- riptide — by starks-hero
- the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3)
- time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3)
- a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)
thor odinson
- god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse
- highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor
peter parker (andrew garfield)
- agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea
- nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher
- good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher
- hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved
- your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0
- glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain
- the mechanics of a soul — by irndad
- 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain
- crush — by ptersparkers
- as it goes — by forever-rogue
- here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain
- stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)
steven grant (moon knight)
- hold me close — by stormkobra-5
- gift of min* — by astroboots
- puzzles* — by stormkobra-5
- first time* — by luvpedropascal
- domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker
- where it starts — by silversweetpea
- fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3)
- call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3)
- elemental — by batsingotham (ao3)
- the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)
marc spector (moon knight)
- not him — by loud-mouth-loser
- it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr
- i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)
wade wilson (deadpool)
- tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)
SHERLOCK (BBC)
sherlock holmes
- your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah
- sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction
- literally everything by starks-hero
SUPERNATURAL
sam winchester
- playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth
- baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth
- move over.* — by ggwritesstuff
- where's your head at?* — by beau55515
- birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3)
- the comforts of home — by zepskies
- under the hood* — by shawslut
dean winchester
- whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3)
- reading you wrong — by zepskies
- cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3)
- soft touch — by wearywinchester
- i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev
- drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics
castiel
- salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3)
- a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)
THE SANDMAN
the corinthian
- bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere
- nihil — by lis-likes-fics
dream/morpheus
- sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare
CRIMINAL MINDS
aaron hotchner
- from eden — by heliotropehotch
- gold star — by honeypiehotchner
- love, an abstract concept — by luveline
- honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)
THE BOYS
soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.)
- break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!)
- talk to me — by zepskies
homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.)
- if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide
- milky white* — by after-witch
GAME OF THRONES
jaime lannister
- i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)
STAR WARS
obi-wan kenobi
- like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life)
- where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked
- your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane
- empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked
- house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus
- bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3)
- you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3)
- it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3)
- temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3)
- you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3)
- like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3)
- broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3)
- never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3)
- never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3)
- volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)
din djarin (the mandalorian)
- the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin
- significant — by softlyspector
- touching din — by archieimagines
- uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito
- creed* — by wheresarizona
- home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika
DRACULA (BBC)
count dracula
- the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier
LOTR/THE HOBBIT
thranduil oropherion
- a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3)
- beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)
DOCTOR SLEEP
dan torrance
- of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo
- domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown
- smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg
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