#do I even tag as malevolent spoilers?

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OTHUR- YOU ARE BRUTALLY PIPE MURDERING HIM- JESUS- FUCK- YOU ARE BEATING HIM OVER AND OVER ARTHUR-" brother he knows

Oh yeah I remember when that happened

#this came straight from Harlan it wasn't me at all #man I have too much power with this font #malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #arthur malevolent #john malevolent #malevolent arthur #john doe malevolent #malevolent john #do I even tag as malevolent spoilers?

[significantfoliage]

Okay I'm listening to malevolent so I guess now I'm live blogging that a little cause WHY DOES EPISODE 3 KEEP HAVING DIE ROLLING SOUNDS??? WHAT IS HAPPENING???

#malevolent #malevolent spoilers #(idk if i should even use that tag considering its for the third episode but ill do it until someone asks me to stop)

[yunarim]

hello! If you can, can you write a head cannon(others are fine) with the femperfect who had an ability to neutralize magic with a simple physical contact? Like the magic will automatically disappear once it makes contact with her so she often wears gloves, and I would like to see the overblots reaction(if you can't do all you can just do malleus ^^) thank you!

yuu can neutralize the use of any kind of magic with a touch.

… ✦ characters : overblot squad … ✦ tags : female reader, books 1-7 major spoilers, hurt/comfort, cursing in leona's and vil's parts, mention of blood in leona's part, jp translation terms (dorm leader, VDC), can be read platonically in all of parts except for vil, idia & esp malleus ones (i imply romantic way tho), me experimenting with the format or something … ✦ song : monochrome frame ⏤ kanon wakeshima … ✦ recommended : light mode [ … ✦ ao3 ]

… ✦ Riddle Rosehearts ┆touching . . . neck ⏤ ✧ Her wearing gloves wasn’t exceptional. They all were, and since Yuu didn’t have her specifically designed dorm uniform, indeed, it was quite common for her to wear gloves. 

⏤ ✧ Riddle would often find her look around before washing hands and taking off her gloves.

⏤ ✧ One day he realized he waited for her to do that and observe if she hid something underneath this accessory item but ended up dispelling his own doubts - her hands were just beautiful. 

“Oh, do you eat this with your hands?” She asked at an unbirthday party, glancing at a pink cupcake on the plate before her. 

“Yes, as a rule. If you’re worrying about getting messy, do not fret. The cupcake doesn't crumble, and Trey made sure the cream isn’t too greasy and doesn’t stick to the fingers.”

Yuu smiled, taking off her gloves and wrapping her fingers around a small cupcake. 

“Woah, such a nice taste! Tell Trey he did well.”

Still, he wondered, what was the mystery shrouded in darkness of her gloves. 

⏤ ✧ Yuu was gentle in her actions, she never judged, smiling tenderly and telling him to take his time and not to rush things. 

⏤ ✧ Unlike a certain duo getting on his nerves.

⏤ ✧ Never in his life felt he so powerful, so authoritative, so… valid. 

⏤ ✧ Something underneath was telling him it wasn’t right to throw insults at her and just… yell like he was a little child, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

⏤ ✧ Yet maybe he was, calling her insolent and foolish. 

⏤ ✧ She was just a magicless human! Why rush to him, tearing her gloves off her hands and screaming something with such an obstinate gaze fixed on him?

“My goodness, Riddle, come to your senses!”

⏤ ✧ Her touch felt so ephemeral and light on his deadly cold skin, and even though his almost devilishly malevolent grin didn’t scare her, Yuu still bit her lip after Riddle’s phrenetic laughter. 

⏤ ✧ A sudden flash of light made him switch his attention to what happened to him just in a mere second. 

The overflowing power that pounded in his vessels with a burning seething abruptly left him in an instant, devastating his mind and body.

He collapsed, exhausted, to the ground, barely finding the strength to raise a pair of bulging eyes to her and exhale brokenly.

“What did you?.. Huh…”

⏤ ✧ He was at loss for words, not even caring about Trey’s concerns at the moment. 

⏤ ✧ Light flickered on where she touched him, and he welcomed the sensation without realizing it.

“You… you do have magic after all?”

⏤ ✧ One little gentle touch, and all of his enormous powers are gone. So simple yet devastating.

“I would call magic not the fact I neutralized you, but rather…”

She embraced him, welcoming into her tender hug and encouraging him to let all his negative emotions free, and he laughed, hiding his teary eyes in her shoulder.

Maybe she was right, and this was her real magic.

… ✦ Leona Kingscholar ┆touching . . . shoulders ⏤ ✧ He wasn’t surprised that Heartslabyul little tyrant or what do they call him even was defeated with the help of Ramshackle dorm girl.

⏤ ✧ Women are strong. And that’s a rule.

⏤ ✧ But one look at Prefect’s hands got him thinking that maybe she was strong another way. Such hands couldn’t bring harm to anyone, he was sure of it.

⏤ ✧ Her rather adamant gaze on him was such an entertaining sight to witness. 

Leona chuckled when she stepped on his tail. She did apologize for her behavior, of course, but he knew from the very beginning that she wasn’t entirely regretting her actions.  

“I’m really sorry,” her voice was firm, steady and solid enough for him to fix his gaze on her a little longer than he thought he would.

“You aren’t, Prefect.”

“Do I know you?” 

She didn’t. Yet he knew her after what happened, his eyes locked on her hands in an examining way. 

⏤ ✧ A little thought of asking Riddle what the hell is wrong with her hands since no trace of magic was found on her. ⏤ ✧ She was just a normal girl minding her business, and it was supposed to be this way.

⏤ ✧ He wasn’t against her planting flowers when he was around since she remained quiet, her head full of worry because of those little accidents he sabotaged with Ruggie’s help. 

He did know he should stay away from her hands. 

Especially in that state when his own looked so rough, long pointed claws clenching in fists and digging into the palms, scarlet blood mixed with viscous ink trickled down his hands.

⏤ ✧ Such a reckless human being, knowing nothing about his disappointment, rushed to him without any doubt. What a joke. 

⏤ ✧ Even hyenas turned against him, and would she even make any difference? Of course not…

⏤ ✧ He was trying to convince himself he stopped for a mere moment because she was a magicless woman. 

And yet somehow she almost grabbed his hand, claiming he was being unreasonable and unstable and some other pathetic bullshit.

He brushed off her hand, knowing it would do something to him. Something he realized he wasn’t so opposed to accepting when she yelled out his name, this time putting both her hands on his shoulders.

“Do this shit once more and you’ll fucking witness my real wrath, Leona, now calm down!!”

He fell into her embrace, her hands still on his shoulders but not gripping them firmly. She sighed in relief, gently stroking his hair, and smiled.

Shit, Leona thought, laughing to himself and almost craving her warm touch, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, while dust accumulated in a sedimenting cloud was dissolving around them, so no one could really see him being suddenly vulnerable.

She was dangerous. And maybe he liked it.

… ✦ Azul Ashengrotto ┆touching . . . cheeks ⏤ ✧ How curious! A supposed-to-be-magicless human performing miracles with just a little touch! 

⏤ ✧ He thought of depriving her of Ramshackle dormitory first, but now, after she bewitched Riddle and even Leona? No, he couldn’t miss such an opportunity to take her powers. 

⏤ ✧ He could have everything one might dream of in at the snap of a finger, and a siren’s voice, a ballerina’s gracefulness, a mind of greatest’ scientists ⏤ one harmless contract, and a wish could be granted. 

⏤ ✧ And yet Yuu. Girl from another dimension with that always gloved hands of hers. She was such an interesting person to observe. 

He gathered information, oh sure he did, he already had two opponents down thanks to her, and he couldn’t afford being another one himself.

“How about your neutralizing powers?”

“Ha, you wish, mind dealing with overblots then?” 

Oh, Yuu was amusing, indeed, but Azul just knew he would deprive her of her ability one day. Sooner or later. 

⏤ ✧ Despite rejecting his offer and agreeing to do an extremely ridiculous task instead of having her ability deprived, he would still find her in Mostro Lounge, her fingers on the glass full of drink he personally made, her lips gently pressing to its corners. 

⏤ ✧ A tender smile spreading on her face was quite distracting, which Azul wouldn’t ever admit, his gaze fixed on her delicate hands. 

⏤ ✧ She was captivating and it was scaring him. 

Ah, really, foolish humans, knowing about his past and making fun of his own intelligence. 

He was working so hard, but one magicless girl suddenly got all the attention and appreciation he always wanted just because she could neutralize magic with a touch?

Azul thought he hated her at the moment ink was splashing everywhere, drops of tar scattered in splatterings, falling on her clothes as well as her hands, ungloved this time.

Mind dealing with overblots… right? 

Part of him wished she would just touch him and they would be over it, but still he hesitated when she approached carefully, no signs of fear in her eyes. She was truly magnificent. 

“Let me handle this responsibility, Azul,” she said, pressing her fingers to his cheek and caressing it. A flash of light turned him back to normal state, the only difference was him crying and leaning to her touch, as if starved for it. “And you please remain the way you are.”

And he will.

… ✦ Jamil Viper ┆touching . . . hands

⏤ ✧ That Ramshackle dorm girl having an ability to neutralize others’ magic with just a one touch has become an axioma by now. 

⏤ ✧ Having any problem with the amount of magic used? Or maybe overused? Then no need to worry, NRC now had Yuu to handle all that.

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t care less about her, but still found himself thinking he felt sorry for her. He didn’t wonder how it felt to be the one everyone relies on when it’s hard, but other times forgot you exist. He knew it by heart.

… Huh. Or maybe not?

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re doing excellent. Always remember it,” she said to him one day, her fingers clasping around his wrist reassuringly.

An electrical impulse ran down his whole hand, a sudden warmth spreading in his vessels.

He chuckled, a small knife cut didn’t bother him at all. Why would she say it so unexpectedly thoughtfully to him when she stayed in Scarabia? 

Everything in his plan was perfect, and yet her words distracted him for a moment. He was too preoccupied with his own feelings and conflicted emotions to handle her… care?

⏤ ✧ No way. It was not her ability he secretly admired for being so helpful. It was her shrewdness and the way she saw people through. 

⏤ ✧ Did she feel he was about to do something malicious and not so praise worthy? Otherwise why would she say such things to him? 

⏤ ✧ There was no way she genuinely cared for his well-being.

He couldn’t remember when was the last time his emotions were so tangled and complicated so that he couldn’t sort them out. Snakes aimed right at her hands she was reaching to him weren’t scary, and even the way he smirked when her attempt to touch him failed didn’t cause her to stop. 

A small part of him wanted her words to be true but he knew all the things she said were a mere mendacity to fool him. 

“You’re not someone else’s shadow, Jamil.”

He pushed her hard enough for her to fall on her knees before him. His anger spread in the ink splashing everywhere, but she remained her gaze fixed on him nevertheless.

He thought that maybe… maybe it was worthy to believe her.

He chuckled when he outstretched his hand to be shaken himself, and Yuu smiled at him, taking his hand in her.

… ✦ Vil Schoenheit ┆touching . . . eyelids

⏤ ✧ Good for Yuu she still managed to control her own psyche by dealing with so many splashes of demolished emotions in such a short amount of time.

⏤ ✧ Still, Ramshackle Prefect was complicated to him. Vil genuinely thought there was something wrong with his sudden desire to take care of her.

⏤ ✧ She was close to being perfect by now, despite having those horrible eye bags appeared because of sleepless nights she took helping Azul with arranging new drinks in the menu and all the times Vil caught her excusing herself during their VDC rehearsals in order to check on Leona or Riddle or whoever she kept an eye on after overblotting.

Yuu was wonderful, truly. But instead of appreciating herself she preferred to praise everyone else.

And Vil wasn’t an exception.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she giggled when he bent towards her face to apply a concealer. “A true hero, really.”

Hero?.. He? Ah, Prefect, what were you saying? 

He sighed, taking her hands in his and asking whether he could take off her gloves or not as she nodded, allowing him to apply a hand cream on her skin. What a pleasant feeling…

“Even if you’re a manager, you’re still our representative. No way you would show up on stage with these eye bags of yours. And what did I tell you about having some sleep before VDC? You really…”

She smiled, saying something about having a bad feeling before going to sleep. How truly discerning she was at that very moment. 

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t be a hero, at least her hero, when he chuckled so maliciously at her attempt to reach for him. Now no one could, he was fairest of them all, outshining especially her.  

⏤ ✧ He applied a curse on her which restrained her from touching him ever so slightly, and that would be it until he willingly allowed it. He believed in his strong volition, but still…

“Every hero has their moment when they have a whole world turned against them, Vil,” she said demandingly, almost choking on the dark fog coming off from Vil’s body. “And since when do you act as if you’re such a mediocre character! Where’s Vil who would step on everyone and slay as a fucking queen you really are!!”

He laughed genuinely at her wording, not noticing her getting up from her knees after being blown away with the magic wave he created, and pulled him closer by a translucent veil, pressing a gentle kiss on his eyelids.

“I would prefer cheek instead, thank you,” he chuckled, light sparklets surrounding him. “You ruined my makeup.”

“You also ruined a whole stage, but okay.”

… ✦ Idia Shroud ┆touching . . . forehead

⏤ ✧ The one who Idia wanted to avoid the most was none other than Ramshackle Prefect.

⏤ ✧ All eyes were on her by now, and that meant he would rather die than talk to her.

⏤ ✧ If not only the whole STYX demanded him to get in touch with her in order to get the data regarding her ability, gather info on how her powers work, otherwise she would be taken by force and…

⏤ ✧ He DIDN’T want all of those at all!! She already swept every SSR character off their feet already, and now interacting with him? What the hell!

⏤ ✧ Ugh, not him actually spotting her trying to beat the boss in a PSP game. Where in the world did she find a working PSP even? 

⏤ ✧ Her fingers were clicking furiously on the buttons… those were the hands that dealt with five overblots? Unbelievable.

⏤ ✧ Unbelievably pretty⏤ WHAAH he didn’t want to even think about her that way what the!!

⏤ ✧ Idia was avoiding her like the plague. Even after all things happening at STYX he still preferred to listen to others’ complaints and oh whatsoever important rather than facing her, but his responsibilities came first above everything.

And when he thought it would be hard to convince her to do some tests in order to analyze the data received from them she willingly agreed, smiling at him like it was nothing.

“Okay, but help me with beating that boss later,” she sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. Idia wondered whether her ability was helping her herself. “I’m going crazy right here.”

“U-ugh, f-fine… It’s not even t-that hard tho…”

“It is!” She protested, turning to him and witnessing pinkish hue flaming on his hair. “It’s just you’re too good. I admire you for that.”

⏤ ✧ Nononono he wouldn’t fall into that trap, he already heard enough about her being so unnecessarily nice!!

⏤ ✧ Shit. He fell, and fell hard.

Why would deny her touch when he would make her try doing it at least? He had cool armor, he was floating midair. She couldn’t even hear him properly when Vil appeared before her, covering her with his back and demanding her stay behind. 

It was normal for him to behave that way. Covering himself in a darkness where nobody could reach for him, and yet Yuu could somehow. He jolted for a second when she yelled at him, telling Vil to step aside. 

She still couldn’t touch him. He wanted to believe that no one could, but somehow the image of her fingers clicking on a game console popped up in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat shamelessly. He was so pathetic and⏤

“I thought you would help me beat the boss, Idia, not me helping you beat the shit out of yourself!!” 

She was insane for asking Epel to take the chariot and fly over to him, then leaning towards him and trying to touch him. She grabbed his armor, hissing under her breaths while he wasn’t getting her actions at all, trying to cover himself from her. From the rest of the world.

“Fine then! If you’re the final boss I should beat, then so be it!”

No, why was her face being so close to his, that’s bad!! 

His mind blew completely after Yuu pressed her lips to his bare forehead and threw him onto the chariot.

“Did I manage? Will you help me now then? Hehe.”

“Sh-shut up!!”

“Make me.”

Note: never ever piss Yuu off again. (Well maybe just a little because she was so hot ahem⏤)

… ✦ Malleus Draconia ┆touching . . . lips

⏤ ✧ Yuu was a rather peculiar child of man. Wielding no magic powers, and yet Malleus felt something in her from the very beginning. 

⏤ ✧ First he observed her when she was busy renovating the Ramshackle garden, she seemed so peaceful and collected, humming something under her breath.

⏤ ✧ He would bring her flowers every night without her noticing only to find her bringing blankets and a container with a hot tea in it and spending a whole night waiting for something… or rather someone to come.

⏤ ✧ “A stranger who brings me bouquets every night, please let me know you’re here. It’s quite cold outside.” She said one night, her gaze fixed on green sparkletts floating around her. 

⏤ ✧ Next day he appeared before her, placing a flower crown he made on her head. Small gypsophila flowers intertwined with scarlet zinnias, decorating her delicate image.

⏤ ✧ “Ah really, why would you appear only now. With such a pleasant gesture even! Wait for a moment then.”

She gathered some flowers she had grown by herself, then took her gloves off and did another flower crown for him personally. Something fluttered in his chest the moment she touched his horns, smiling softly, and laughed with her clear sweet voice, recoiling after decorating his head with a flower crown.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his whole body shuddered at her touch, and in that moment he knew he was close to making a deal with the devil so that the lingering feeling of her fingers would never leave him.

“Would you mind teaching me how to make those? I guess I’m pretty bad…”

He chuckled, admitting he never felt something so pleasant and light before, as if her whole body was radiating something celestial, her hands feeling absolutely pristine and divine.

⏤ ✧ Every night they met she would tell him stories about what happened to her. So many students overblotting, and yet… The way she stuttered for a moment every time she mentioned overblots was confusing to him as if she wasn’t telling something really important. 

⏤ ✧ He wanted to trust her nevertheless. She was tender in the way she looked at him, glimpses of happiness blossoming in her eyes every time he appeared in the garden, welcoming her gently. 

⏤ ✧ He craved her touch, the image of her putting a flower crown on his head still lingered in his mind, never fading nor dissolving, remaining the most precious memory of her.

“You never fail to impress me, child of man,” he said once during VDC right after Vil overblotted and he arrived.

“How come, Tsunotarou?” he laughed at how astonished others were at you calling him by that silly nickname. 

“Witnessing you have no fear towards me is truly a blessing.”

She smiled at him then, her cheeks slightly dusted with a beautiful pinkish hue. 

“Having you as my dearest friend is a blessing too!”

⏤ ✧ Friend…?

⏤ ✧ Right, friend. And what friends are needed for? 

⏤ ✧ Apparently, Malleus thought Yuu would be delighted to see him putting everyone in a sleeping state. If he can’t be someone even dearer to her, then he would be her most devoted guardian.

⏤ ✧ She resembled a fairy, telling him about her tremendous adventures, so it would be natural for him to tell her a fairy tale in return.

“Do not resist the temptation, child of man.”

His voice, so alluring and somnolent, enveloped her, her eyelids feeling leaden. He was standing right in front of her, looking at how her body trembled under his enticing enchantment. He knew by now he shouldn’t touch her, even though her eyes told him otherwise, begging to lean to her.

“Although it would be interesting to fall under your spell and feel that divine feeling, please allow me to grant you with a happy ending you truly deserve.”

“You… never asked me… what kind of ending I truly want…” Her voice was fading, and she could barely stand at that moment, but Malleus knew.

If she takes one step closer, that would be the end for him. 

So she did, thorns enveloping her, but she managed to grab Malleus by his clothes somehow, her face being extremely close to his, his astonished gaze fixed on her, blurry and sorrowful.

“Perhaps a true love kiss would wake you up from this dream, Malleus.”

She pressed her lips to his, tenderly whispering those words and smiling through the kiss when a bright light surrounded them. 

Malleus picked up her exhausted body, oblivious to the dissipation of his own magic, and looked at her worriedly, ignoring the slowly awakening students.

“Ugh… don’t underestimate me. You still haven’t taught me how to make pretty flower crowns.”

And she was right. “Indeed. That’s the least I can do for showing me the ending I truly do adore.”

⏤ ☆ notes : omg thx for requesting!! i got carried away in malleus part (a little bit.... kinda... forgive me for that) but still i hope you like it! ~

⏤ ☆ tag list : @isacoremeow

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#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #jamil x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader

[ml-nolan]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Whew, I've been so slammed, but I really want to do this! Got tagged byyyyy @signiorbenedickofpadua @valeriianz and @themirokai — thanks so much!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

35

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

402,826

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Magnus Archives

The Sandman

Malevolent

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Music When You Speak — 762 Love and Nonsense at Leitner Press — 644 The Gilded Cup — 371 Hiding in Plain Sight — 316 Invoke Me Under My Stars — 314

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to most of them! Sometimes if it's someone commenting through an entire fic I only reply to a couple of them, but generally even if it's an old fic I try to reply.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Technically Above and Beyond, but it's a "deleted scene" from a long fic with a very happy ending. So if we're going by more self-contained fics, probably You're Gonna Catch Hell. Both are short and smutty and the angst isn't very intense. I'm not very well-practiced in unhappy endings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

See last question lol. I think the end of Belong to Me is probably the highest net happiness for at least four characters in my longest running AU.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I got one comment on an unfinished fic (that had been marked "on indefinite hiatus") with a passive aggressive comment about not getting anymore updates. It was the first comment I'd ever gotten on that particular fic. 😂😂😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely. As much as possible. I write vanilla and BDSM, although there are usually lots of feelings involved. I've done mostly MM but recently branched out into FF.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I wrote The Gilded Cup and Invoke Me Under My Stars with the ever-talented @beholdme, who is the reason why I'm in the Sandman fandom in the first place.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Tim and Gerry from The Magnus Archives. They never meet in canon and weren't a super common ship, but I've written almost 200k words about them, and I've been seeing them more often on Tumblr and AO3! 👀 I was *starving* for fanart of them while I wrote that first long fic. Not even art for *my* fic—just the ship in general! And now @occudo in particular is watering my crops on the reg. 💜🖤💜🖤 Bless you and all you do for the fandom.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I really hate to leave things unfinished, but that one that only got the single passive aggressive comment most likely (it's called "You Can Only Watch" but I'm not going to link it because I'm meh about it). It was my first multichapter fic and had an OC MC. They say that's usually a self-insert, but, spoiler alert, they were an Extinction avatar and were going to die horribly, so I don't know what that says about me. I ended up leaning so hard into researching and writing environmental horror and eschatology and I gave myself a full-on existential crisis. It was a pretty cool horror idea, honestly, but I think I traumatized myself into becoming a contemporary romcom writer. Whoops.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm pretty good with pacing, plot, and characterizations.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not a big poet, so I'm having to work pretty hard on developing more descriptive and figurative language skills. Also it took some work for me to soften my tone in general, because I can be kind of glib and/or methodical sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Hasn't really come up for me yet

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Magnus Archives. I've only been doing this since 2021 👀

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I feel like I've become a much better writer since this one, but Hiding in Plain Sight was one of the most formative writing experiences I've ever had. I put my entire heart into it, and I learned so much about writing and about myself while I worked on it.

I'm kind of late to the party on this, so I'm not going to tag anyone, but if someone else wants to do it, please do!

#fic writer tag game

[vanyafresita]

hello !! name’s ivan, but you can call me vanya ! im 26 y/o, i go by any pronouns (tho my favourite is it/its), and i speak spanish and english ! this is a multifandom blog, as well as a personal place to share whatever else i like ^^

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[hungrydolphin91]

@v-voeux RIGHT so. This is gonna be MASSIVE spoilers for my ongoing post-game Zestiria fic Falling Awake, that one i started over a year ago that Nash made beautiful art of ;_; I still have plans to finish it someday, but currently I'm struggling because there's 11 characters I'm trying to juggle at the same time 😅 not to mention I haven't played zesty in a while, so some the scenes I'm trying to write feel a little stale or unfocused. I WILL come back to it though I SWEAR I wanna finish this story because this premise drives me insane hhhhh

I kinda lied in the fic tags calling it a berzesty crossover because it's much more Zestiria-focused than Berseria, set in zesty post-game in a world where humans can suddenly see both seraphim and hellions which causes lots of problems (not to plug my own work but I would recommend reading what's been posted so far, the text itself can do a much better job emotionally conveying the context than I can here). Mikleo in particular is struggling ('cause that's what we're here for, mikleo angst 😅) because their former group is falling apart over various issues, such as a lack of purification powers/Shepherd and whether it's ethical to kill hellions/dragons since basically no one has the ability to purify them anymore. Mikleo is lonely, desperate, and depressed, but he's still holding out for some kind of long-term solution to the malevolence hidden in the past, when humans and seraphim coexisted.

And while's he's researching he discovers the true nature of a powerful but long-forgotten Empyrean, Innominat, who has been sealed away inside the earthpulse. He takes the steps needed to free him, and is rewarded by being immediately devoured. RIP.

Except the twist is that he fucking planned this. I took the idea of Empyreans being influenced by the souls that are sacrificed to them and ran with it so Mikleo DELIBERATELY fed himself to a god in order to reincarnate as said god (kinda similar to his seraphic rebirth actually), and with the powers of an Empyrean he'd be able to cleanse the land's malevolence himself and Sorey could awaken.

EXCEPT it's not quite enough yet. Innominat is a forgotten Empyrean so no humans are giving him their prayers and therefore he is much weaker than he was in Berseria. So despite Meebominat devouring as much malevolence as he can for now, it's not gonna be enough to really purify anything unless he gets even more powerful.

It's worth noting that up until this point, Mikleo hasn't really done anything amoral yet, other than traumatizing Zaveid who witnessed his 'murder' and letting the others think he's evil 'cause he doesn't expect them to be onboard for his plan. He fights the others when they confront him but he always leaves them alive because he doesn't want to hurt them, he just wants them out of the way. His goal is to find Sorey again and more importantly, Maotelus.

At the same time as Innomeebo's galavanting around and dealing with his angry friends, Sorey and Maotelus wake up because Maotelus has sensed Innominat's awakening and wants to personally stop him. They depart from their own pocket of Earthpulse on borrowed time (not canon compliant but who cares fight me) in order to track him down or at least warn someone that he's a threat, because few alive today even know who he is, much less how dangerous his return is.

A bunch of things I have yet to write happen but ultimately Sorey and Mikleo end up reunited, initially delighted to see each other again until Sorey starts to realize Mikleo's domain is on par with an Empyrean, maybe the exact Empyrean he was looking for actually. Sorey starts to doubt whether he can even trust Mikleo or if this is just Innominat wearing his face to torment him. Meebominat, meanwhile, is arguing firmly that yes, it's really him, and he doesn't have any of Innominat's old evil plans for the world like the Ceremony of Suppression. He really does want to save the world. He just needs to devour Maotelus first-- after all, Maotelus is a part of Innominat, and with their powers combined and consolidated he should be able to purify the world fully.

Cue Sorey's sort of BSOD moment, trying to figure out if this is all a lie, somewhat swayed by the logic of it since Maotelus wouldn't even technically die, he'd just become a part of Innominat like Mikleo already has. But Maotelus absolutely does not want this (picture lil babby Laphicet telling Innomeebo to fuck off) and of course Sorey doesn't want to sacrifice one person, even if it would save the world. But now he's not sure if he has to stop and maybe kill Mikleo to save Maotelus, or if he can actually be reasoned with and saved somehow.

Eventually Sorey gets the idea to solve this problem the way he addressed the last major antagonist he came up against: get to the truth of the matter, using the Earthen Historia. He witnesses for himself what led Mikleo to this point of voluntarily sacrificing himself to gain power, and comes to the heartbreaking conclusion that this is, in fact, pure Mikleo, genuinely asking him to hand over Maotelus so he can eat him.

Again it's worth noting that Mikleo is motivated by more than just loneliness and longing to see Sorey again, although that's a big part of it. He's confident in his own abilities to be in charge and ambitious enough to embrace Empyrean levels of power. He's seen how much the world is suffering and wants to change that and fulfill the dream the two once shared. But Sorey's own words ("My dream will live on, so long as I don't forget,") are part of what inspired him to do this, though twisted through his own lens of desperation, and that's how Sorey realizes Mikleo WILL still listen to him. Mikleo has the power to fight and maybe take Maotelus by force, but he doesn't. Even if he's not consciously aware of it, he's handed over his moral compass to Sorey, and as long as Sorey approved of his actions, they'd all be worth it, no matter who was hurt along the way.

So of course Sorey doesn't approve, because he can't let Mikleo down even though he's begging him to. Mikleo is heartbroken and for a second Sorey worries he might lash out after all, but he doesn't, because Mikleo trusts Sorey more than anything else including himself. He willingly surrenders Innominat's power using the deus ex machina that is Siegfried, all while utterly grieving the eventual parting that's coming, since ultimately nothing has been fixed and Sorey will still have to go to sleep.

And that's the emotional climax of the story, the part that drives me insane every time I reread it 😅 I have ideas for more to follow afterward, hopefully a happier ending because even I hate to leave Mikleo exactly where he started after how far he went to change things, but between the confusing, inconsistent lore of berzesty and the endless possibilities of endings here I am once again overwhelmed. Thanks for reading this far though, I hope my sormik angst was to your taste 😄

#fan fic #tales of zestiria spoilers #i'd share my outline and WIPs for this story but that google doc is literally the messiest document i have ever made in my life 😅 #thank you for asking about this though i have so many ideas for stories and such little executive function to actually create them ;_; #and im too shy to just throw my ideas out here unprompted im like a vampire i need an invitation 😂

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#5

It isn't until Change of Mind that you really realize just how short staffed Minkowski's mission was.

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#4

I listened to Memoria this morning while getting ready for work which was a terrible decision cause it's difficult to put make up on while you're crying.

I just want to say the idea of Pryce inputting a core thought meant to tear Hera down, that runs every time she does anything, and the idea of "giving them my own voice" so the thought is indistinguishable from her own, really fuckin hits me in the mommy issues.

I think one of the coolest things they did with Hera as an A.I. was to create a computer metaphor for some aspects of human psychology; that a self-defeating thought is implanted in someone by another person that occurs at runtime every time.

That a small, single line of "code" recited subconsciously before every thing we do effects our whole systems.

That we need to know it's there to cope and work around it.

It's just very, very good. I like it a lot.

82 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

Wolf 359 is just so good I will never be over it. That whole sequence at the end of episode 28 when they've just pulled the Hephaestus station into a stable orbit, Eiffel is in Lovelace's shuttle detached from the station and drifting very slowly, and he convenes with Minkowski in the medical lab where he gets suddenly interrupted by Lovelace flatlining?

And after a moment of the drama of trying to get Lovelace's heart beating again, the last thing we hear from him is, "Diiiiiiiiid....... was thaaaaaaaaat......??" and then the shuttle explodes?

Just amazing.

I love the flow of the scene and the tension. I love the voice acting. I love that we're hit with two more crises while still exhausted from the cost of narrowly escaping the last one. It's a bunch of emotional beats all in a row.

I literally dream of being this good at writing.

92 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#2

I’m 25 episodes into Hello from the Hallowoods and I have decided I really like it. Here are some reasons why:

Lots of queer characters at lots of different ages and lots of different stages.

Some of the older characters are just beginning to engage with their queerness and it’s so sweet.

An asexual character!

I appreciate that the writer just threw in anything that seemed fun to them. Eldritch deities? Demons? Spirits? Doll zombies? Punk rock stars? Elemental mages? Capitalism trying to persevere after the apocalypse? Evangelism? All yes, and that’s goals tbh. I wish I could capture that energy.

Consistently the best openers I’ve ever heard.

Fuck, even the eldritch narrator is queer.

The particular way that death shows up as a theme here is really interesting. Death as a lingering consciousness, or a continuation, rather than an emptiness or an end.

Even though they’re mostly all the same voice actor and it’s basically the narrator reading a story to you, there are distinct enough voices for most of the characters that you can tell who is who even without the cues.

My fave audio drama villain archetype, the creepy evil boss, literally thinks she can take on an eldritch god and win. I’m so, so into it.

Water as giving life... especially after death.

Ahhh I recommend giving it a try if you like audio dramas.

104 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Cutter's "recruitment" of Eiffel is such an interesting interaction because until this point, with the exception of Hera, everyone else's sign on has not been so deeply resisted.

Hera AND Eiffel are not thrilled to take Cutter's deal, in fact they really have no other choice.

But Eiffel's scene is the first time we've ever heard Cutter struggle to control someone. He doesn't have the same tools he had with Hera.

It's the first time we hear someone laugh at Cutter, set a hard boundary with him, and literally call him a motherfucker to his face!

I'm also trying to think if anyone else aside from Hera ever really caught on to Cutter. Eiffel literally likens him to Patrick Bateman (American Psycho).

And I really feel like Cutter's agitation is palpable in his silence before he cuts Eiffel off with, "okay, okay! before you say any more things I'm going to make you regret..."

Like, Cutter still successfully lands the hook by making promises about what Goddard can do about supporting his daughter, but THAT MOMENT OF PEAK TENSION!!!!!! And only after Eiffel has been bought into it does he fall in line with the hierarchy and switch to calling Cutter, "sir."

111 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

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#5

i feel like tonights is one of the nights that is gonna go down in mcyttblr history

255 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

arthur lester is truly one of the most characters ever bc like. hes a private investigator hes a orphan he makes music he is a terrible father he hates all organized religion because of his upbringing he is a petty bitch he is compassionate to everyone he has the demeanor of a stone cold bitch he is making a part of a god fall deeply inlove with him hes british he is so compassionate and loving he is a sad little meow meow he is human he doesnt let his past mistakes go unforgotten he is a cannibal he is a idiot everone he has ever loved has died he makes poetry. he was even aromantic what more could u want

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@chrisrin dtiys!! this was so so much fun drawing :D

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#2

“i believe in a universe that doesn’t care, and people who do.”

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645 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i still cant wrap my head around how batshit insane tma was. like. what the actual fuck. jon moved in with his ex from uni bc she was his closest friend. martin shouted "I HAVE A KNIFE!" when peter entered the archives looking for his boss. Melanie tried to poison said boss with coffee. gerry saw the closest thing to jurgen and beat him up and then decided it couldnt be him bc he was too much of a wimp. meanwhile basira is Just Reading. like thats all she is doing she is just reading. all while her partner hunts ppl down. what the fuck. jon was kidnapped not once but twice. what the fuck what the fuck

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[keagan-ashleigh]

I've watched Multiverse of Madness yesterday, so: spoilers - all my posts about this movie for the next week or so will be tagged ds:mom spoilers

I have some thoughts about this movie, I liked it as a whole but there's some stuff about it I didn't adore, but rn I'm just gonna give some thoughts about ✨The Discourse ✨ - what kind of villain Wanda is.

Yesterday I was chatting about it with a friend, and to him, Wanda is a villain who's has a bad side in her that the Darkhold brings up to the outside.

Which I disagree with. Not the fact that Wanda is a villain in MoM. But the fact her villainy was there from the beginning.

Wanda may be a villain, but she is not malevolent. Wanda is extremely traumatised and weakened by her pain and grief - not just the grief of Vision, but the grief of her parents, her childhood, her brother, her children, to simplify she is grieving her whole life. That takes a toll on one's mind.

And not only that, but there is also the fact that people have not been understanding and kind to her.

Back to the beginning of her journey - a quick summary: she lost her home and family from Starks weapons, and he is called a hero because he gets to be redeemed. Later she is taken away and used as a guinea pig for experiment, she gets manipulated into getting her revenge from Stark. She is in pain, and manipulated, and perceived as a menace. She helps the Avengers ultimately but what she gains from the whole thing is her brother getting killed and her country destroyed - in fine Stark's fault, but he still gets to be called a hero. She then makes one mistake and gets called dangerous and she is perceived as a menace. She helped stop Thanos and lost Vision in the process, which as she says was useless in the end, and people still get to be called heros. While she can't even have the basic decency of being allowed to properly grieve. And Westview events happen - she gets perceived as a menace, even though she was manipulated by her grief and wasn't really aware she was hurting people. She stopped and freed everyone as soon as she understood she was causing pain. And in realising she had to stop, she lost Vision again but more importantly she lost her children, and even worse than this she had to face the fact they were an illusion. And she can't do this.

So, it's the last thing she can't grieve, she can't wrap her head around the fact what was so real to her, was not. It's a kind of grief which I can't even imagine how painful it is. And of course, yet again, being under the influence of this grief and of the Darkhold, no one simply checks on her and acknowledge her pain, she is isolated. Meanwhile, others are celebrated, she is left alone with her pain.

So when she says at the beginning of the movie that she is judged more harshly than anyone else for the mistakes she makes, it encompasses everything she went through from the start.

Wanda is a character that, from the start, has been held to higher standards than any other superhero, because she is seen as a malevolent being from the start. She has never been really allowed to be flawed. Nor in her universe, nor in ours.

I believe what the mcu is showing in their movies is about accountability and redemption.

Wanda looks a lot like Loki. Loki is shown killing so many people, mostly because under the influence of his pain and of the mind stone, and blinded by actual millenias of suffering and self-hatred. He is not evil and is held accountable for his actions and gets to find enough peace to make up for it. He gets to learn his destiny was not to be the villain of the story just like everyone made him believe, that he can be more than the kind of character others make him endorse because they see him as evil and dangerous, the monster people tell their children about to scare them. I really think you need to understand Loki's character and journey to understand Wanda's, because they are very similar in the way others perception of them influenced their actions and their own perception of themselves.

Where we can easily see he is not evil, he is flawed, in pain, and forgivable - Wanda doesn't seem to be. Why? She has the same development. She, too, goes through a tremendous amount of loss and pain, and is misguided, manipulated both by the Darkhold and by her pain, she isn't understood as flawed and forgivable, people see her as malevolent deep down, as my friend does.

What's the difference ? *whispers* sexist bias

Even if the mcu never clearly addresses it, Wanda storyline is blatantly about sexist bias. At least it is blatant when you're not biased in the first place. I am not the best person to tacle the issue but also I'm thinking, because the fact she's from another country and the way she is sometimes othered, and held to higher standards, I think there is also something about xenophobia to see here. I've seen no one talk about it but I think this might be interesting to think about, I don't think it's irrelevant.

What is certain to me though is that no other male character has been given the same amount of judgement Wanda is getting.

The mcu has from the start always been about accountability and the complexity of what a villain actually is. Truthfully, the mcu doesn't have a lot of villains that are not nuanced (neither does the comics btw), some are more malevolent than others but not all of them are evil to the core. It's rare when they don't start from good intentions, it's their way of taking action that's misguided, and they are always given a chance to take accountability.

Note that: Marvel villains are ✨nuanced✨. There is not one kind of villains. And their villainous actions don't necessarily make them villains during all their life. "Villain" is actually rarely an identity, it's a state of being that may be or may be not permanent. Highlighting this because it's important to understand Wanda, and Loki, and many other Marvel characters (and in other universes as well, it's not just Marvel, villains can be as plain as "they're just evil", but human nature is more complex than this and many medias actually understand that and use it)

Because the mcu is widely about accountability. Wanda's arc reflects it. Not only her own accountability, but also she highlights others accountability, like Starks, or Strange, and she highlights the way we - the viewers and the people in their universe too - are more encline to forgive some and not others.

The whole point is to step outside of the evil vs good manichean trope and to show people in general are complex and everyone can either be a hero or a villain depending not only on our actions but also on how we're perceived by others. There is a big difference between acting badly and being evil. Wanda has never been evil. She is never a bad person. She is never malevolent. She never has bad intentions. She isn't a villain deep down, and she wasn't a villain prior to MoM. But she acts badly. She makes mistakes. And she needs to be held accountable but also, EVERYONE needs to be held accountable for the way she was driven to this point, and for the way our bias and perception of her keeps us from understanding her and allowing her to redeem herself.

Wanda is not a product of ill intentions and evil, she is born from suffering, trauma, and from being perceived as a menace from the beginning to the end even when she was taking accountability and trying to make up for her mistakes.

Wanda is not more a villain than Loki is, but she reached a point when trauma clouded her reason and started acting bad.

And obviously she needs to take accountability, and in the movie, she does. She ultimately opens her eyes on the suffering she is causing and regain control of her mind, she sacrifices helself as an act of repentance. And if she comes back later on, the thing we need to see is her owning her mistakes, and heal. (Just like we've seen Loki heal)

Wanda is a villain in this movie. But she is not A Villain. She is a misguided, tortured, mentally ill person who needs to be given the opportunity to heal.

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[organchordsandlightning]

tagged by @bluejayblueskies and @tired-beholding-bitch (a month ago. oops.) to find the words shadow, hand, love, pause, care, and heavy!

throwing these under a readmore  - spoilers for Malevolent EP25!

care and hand (lucky double whammy!) from a fluffy-one shot were John and Arthur hug for the first time 

Why did you shake my hand? When I first came back?

Some water stuck in his trachea. Arthur coughed, each movement making his head pulse with pain. “I was relieved to see you!” He exclaimed, a little hoarse. “I thought I made that clear.”

Yes. I know that. But why did you shake my hand?

That was much harder to answer. “Well, it’s what people do after not seeing each other for a long while.” He could anticipate the next question. “Some people like physical contact, I suppose. Whether it’s a reassurance, a-a symbol of care, a sign that you see them as equals …”

Which one was it for you?

Arthur had to think on it a moment. “All three. And a comfort. While I didn’t relish the thought of losing the hand again, it was worth it to have you back.”

A comfort, John mused. Arthur could feel his pointer, middle, and index press against his right shoulderblade. His little finger hung limply against the back of his shirt.

shadow from a game you’re destined to lose, a sequel to a Malevolent AU I’m working on:

Concern made John’s brow furrow. “Did Arthur seem like the sort of person who would?”

“I wanna say no.” Parker seemed disconcerted by the thought. “Arthur was my best pal. He was a good guy, John, he worked harder than anyone I’d ever met and if you could make him laugh, you knew he’d die for you. But when a guy keeps so much of his life in shadow, you end up wondering what he’s hiding in there.”

“Okay.”

“I just –” Agitated, now, Parker went on. “I just don’t want you thinking that I, I was scared of English or anything. Maybe it wasn’t like how other people operated, but we made it work. I didn’t have to know everything about him to trust him, and I –”

“Parker.”

heavy from a TMA Uni AU that I’m chipping away at!:

“I, ah. My girlfriend and I … my girlfriend broke up with me. Um, it’s why I had to move.”

Oh.

Oh, fucking … yeah. Obvious. Or, at least, Martin should have thought about it before then. He saw students loads and they often pretended like he wasn’t there. Plus, so many students cried in the bathrooms, especially when he needed to clean it.

And it wasn’t all relationship stuff. Classes were stressful (Martin imagined), plus there were the usual sorts of tragedies that could strike at any time. It was just. A lot of relationship stuff.

He had to say something. The air was heavy, and Jon looked like he expected to be called a naughty boy.

pause from a Malevolent post-25 angst piece 

“Cultist? My boy, I am no more a cultist than Prester John. I am simply doing what is best for this town. Can’t you see that?”

“What is best, what is best, I am sick and fucking tired hearing about what is best! You don’t know a god damn thing, Daniel, and you certainly don’t know what is best!”

“Daniel?”

The slip made Arthur pause. Just as his arms were numb, he felt like he’d scarcely been able to feel his own mind for hours: the words came tumbling out like a waterfall with hardly little to catch them. Of course this wasn’t Bella’s father, Arthur knew that, and he couldn’t fathom why his brain had volunteered the name so readily.

love from, curveball, a Sheridan Tapes Season 2 fic

He separated from Bill and brushed his sleeve over his eyes, taking Bill’s hand with his free one. “You … you look like hell, love,” he tried to joke, even if it was absolutely true and not the least bit funny. “Come on, you should sit.”

Bill obeyed. He was hunching his shoulders, head held low. That wasn’t Bill. Bill was the guy who looked up posture videos. Bill was the guy who went on walks around the department to make sure he wasn’t too sedentary.

alas, i won’t tag anyone because i think most folks have been tagged at this point! but thanks for the nudge y’all, it was fun to push through my folders!

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#but maybe arthur telling him that even if he saw all the worst side of john in yellow he also saw a little things that made john john

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The malevolent patreon are my new archenemies, I'm coming for you all

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Arthur outrage at John bc he didn't bring the head is hilarious. Like he woke up after a month of being in a coma and he is like "i can't believe you left the head John"

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There is like 15min left, and they are married again I'm scared

They can still divorce like 5 more times before the episode is over

68 notas. Fecha de publicación: 28 de septiembre de 2022

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Kayne is just a John/Arhur shipper bc if i was I'm Kayne shoes i would also sit there and watch how John was gonna save Arthur

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The Magnus archives two is gonna be a collab with a bunch of horror podcast, the main characters will come and do a statement telling the plot of their series

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Isn’t he a doctor, too?

#kdrama #jtbc life #moon so ri #yoo jae myung #lee joon hyuk #라이프 #life spoilers #he looks even brattier than i expected from a chaebol overseas-based genius doctor #i have this urge to get some shears for his hair sorry not sorry #that said hello there #he resembles weasel doing his best lee changjoon impression #director oh's dagger sharp gaze is ready for this next round #plot twist: cho namchung gets along dandy with sangkook #gives zero forks if he raises the ire of his malevolent hyung #family is harder to dismiss after all #like he fanboys over skuh having the biosimulator acquisition #sehwa is surprised to find a new geek buddy #he tags along with kyungmoon to participate during doctors' conferences just because #the music is foreboding but isn't it in theme with lifeu to count on curveballs

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genshin oc/ guoba!reader idea

what's this? i have this idea of a sidekick-type genshin oc/ reader au! + your/their interaction with liyue characters (mainly with zhongli and xingqiu)

warning: slight guoba lore spoilers, grammatical errors, lowercase, very weird and random 3 am brainrot. you know the drill ahhah.

you, reader, are not human, nor a god or an adeptus. your existence is similar to the non-human characters like guoba, oz, ushi, baron bunny, kokomi's jellyfish, etc.

(they're living beings, i think. except for the last two. guoba is a literal ancient god, oz is.. a bird? an electro manifestation born from fischl's vision?? and ushi is a cow. now anyways-)

let's add dark facts and backstories :)

-> or, jump down down to see your interactions with the traveler, paimon, xingqiu, chongyun, zhongli, and liyue citizens.

PAST // BACKSTORY

before being cursed, you liked reading and listening to stories. more specifically, adventure-themed and chivalrous stories, much like xingqiu does.

you were once human. but at some point in your life, you’ve been cursed by a malevolent god. your soul was entrapped in some kind of a doll? karmic doll? (lol this sounds so ominous. in a way, similar to what happened to qiqi). though i'll say doll because your appearance will be similar to guoba/ baron bunny.

PRESENT-DAY

present-day, the doll version of you are constantly tagging along with traveler and paimon ever since they met you at qingce village. (you liked adventure- er.. adventure-themed books, after all).

during the early days of your adventure together, paimon will probably be very annoyed at you. remember how she made the traveler promise to not leave her when the black shadow (the dog-ninja) became traveler's ninken? yes, that's what i meant.

as per the usual, anyone would be alarmed when they encounter a sentient stuffed doll (okay, that sounded more messed up than i intended). but this is the traveler and paimon who have encountered a child-zombie and a talking snake. so what gives?

your special skill!

you somehow have a knack for finding treasures, as if you attract them (kind of like seelies which guide you to treasure chests). so paimon eventually warms up to you.

(i headcanon -or is it canon already?- that guoba can find high-quality ingridients and materials in the wild. in contrast, you can point out treasure chests. food and treasure are what paimon likes, right? so there's that.)

present day, you still have your conscience as an intellectual existence. however, ever since being cursed as a doll, you had immediately lost the ability of human speech. but apparently, guoba can understand you through your series of nods and head shakes.

EROSION AND SENTIENCE

as time flies, the traveler and paimon seem to take your existence in their journeys as part of normalcy. somehow, they also have this silent, collective agreement to help you break your curse. at one point, paimon suggested to ask about your predicament to our local walking history book, zhongli.

but what you got from him is the unsettling fact that erosion comes for both mortals and deities alike. granted, they live long enough. (is this concept canon? if not, then i'll just headcanon this ahaha)

hence, he warned you and your travel companions that it may come the day when you can no longer point treasures for the traveler and will mindlessly wander off alone, like geovishaps :(

unsettling as it is, it was a reasonable warning. you weren’t supposed to be immortal, since you were originally human. but your soul inside the undying doll's body is a couple hundred years old already. (which, doesn't even reach a thousand. thus, the adepti and rex lapis are as much of a deity to you as to anyone else.)

as for now, your memories of your human years are gradually fading away. you hold onto the memory of thrills and excitements through reading exciting tales and go for adventures (like how you do in the past). they are subconscious attempts on your part to avoid getting eroded.

therefore, you tail the traveler and paimon throughout most of their journey and rummage some good amount of book warehouses and shops.

CHARACTER INTERACTIONS :)

xingqiu : about ghosts and evil spirits.

xingqiu was creeped out when he saw a doll? a moving doll? an adeptus in disguise? peeking at him when he was writing the draft for his novel's newest chapter.

he told chongyun about encountering a spirit, a possible evil one, for real this time. but the mysterious entity (it’s you) proved to only show themself when xingqiu is alone. that could be some kind of punishment he received for bullying chongyun too much (lol).

at some point, he and chongyun found you, chased you off, and ended up running into the traveler with you cowering behind their leg.

(you already knew traveler before you went to pester xingqiu. you have heard the traveler and paimon talking about an excellent writer, a well-known author of a chivalrous and action-packed saga, hailing from liyue. so there's that.)

zhongli: about local myths and folktales.

if no one can find you, you'll most likely be on xingqiu's book warehouse in qingce village, or sneaking under tea houses' tables during plays and/or when storytellers spin their stories. that is until zhongli xiansheng invites you to come out from your hiding spot and have tea with him on his table.

the people of liyue will most likely think that you are one of the seven mysteries of liyue/ wangsheng parlor; or an adeptus; an ancient weakened god; some kind of a local myth or folklore.

your existence is most likely used as a way to chastise people who neglect their books (lol i’m one of them), to scare children into studying, and to symbolize a sign of prosperity in business. your appearance is a good omen for working adults and a bad one for children who don't want to do their homework.

"sometimes you can find them ravaging through your stacks of unread books," some would say.

"or better yet, sneaking around your shop! i heard someone has seen them hiding under the tables of heyu tea house. that place has been flooding with customers ever since."

"i've seen them sitting with that consultant! who knows what that mysterious man hides under that calm countenance.."

TLDR: this is the not-a-god, nerd version of guoba kshsksnsk

and really, it's just me being self-indulging and nah, totally not being biased to a certain consultant nah :)

anyways, thanks for reading this far, thoughts and criticisms are of course welcomed <3

#original work #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #guoba #traveler #aether #lumine #paimon #xingqiu #chongyun #zhongli #liyue #xingqiu x reader #zhongli x reader #is this even an x reader from the first place?? hgshsh im not sure #guoba reader #genshin fic #[original work]

[girlucifer]

“tell me you love me

...because i don’t think i could handle it otherwise.”

one of my favorite quotes in the game is when lucifer and the mc are alone, where they choose to hug him after they returned to the devildom, and he whispers how he wants the human to tell him they thought of him everyday they were away- not of his brothers, but of him alone. because he ‘couldn’t handle it otherwise.” i love that soft, wanting aspect of lucifer, a side we don’t really see often. i wanted to expand a bit on this, so here is a small fic, lucifer x gender neutral mc, under the cut!

word count: 1200 or so

tags: lucifer x gender neutral mc, obey me! angst, fluff, romance, tension, slow build, spoilers*** for lesson 20 and below  

they knocked on the study's door that towered over them, its very aura dominating, fearsome- behind this door leads to him and his gaze, as sharp and red as the thin thread that ties the two together, cutting and suffocating. his gaze always lingered in the human's mind behind closed eyes, behind closed doors- his gaze, red as blood, as marks left on their neck after a daring evening alone, as red as the human's heart that beats wildly as they raised their hand to knock upon the door. warm firelight spilled through the crevice underneath the door. they knew he was inside- he had been avoiding them ever since the night they spent together- this much, the human could tell. he was a hard one to decipher; he always had a sort of cloudiness hovering over him, always a bit restrained, a bit hesitant. he would look over his shoulder, never wear his heart there. it wasn't until that night the human must've said something small, something innocent, an accidental graze of fingertips, a mistakenly seductive glance. parted lips, inching noses... he had revealed what really lurked in the depths of his soul with shallow gasps and light moans, interlocked fingers across black silken sheets.

the smell of wooded musk lingered in the air- his candles were lit. the forest from home, the human thought- he always seemed to smell of fresh orchards. it was fitting he'd smell of such, after all, the human reflected, as every moment with him seemed akin to taking a bite of a fruit from a forbidden tree- he was the first prince of hell, second only to the devil himself. lucifer, a name feared throughout the human world just as much as the underworld- a taboo name, malevolent, a name called by the evil and wicked. the human remembered the fear that took hold of their heart when meeting the brothers- six demons stood behind a particularly shining one, his presence far more immutable than the others. lucifer, the morning star. poison to the soul, pomegranate seeds to the tongue. they knocked once more- the door finally opened.

their eyes met immediately, as the human drew closer to him. he sat on one of the small couches that accentuated his study, holding a glass of dark, almost jet-black liquid. the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, his tie hanging down his chest, his collarbone just slightly exposed- enough the have the human avert their gaze, face flushing as if exposed to something far too indulgent. without another word, lucifer took another glass, pouring demonus for the other as they sat besides him. he reached out his hand, to which the human accepted the glass. no words were exchanged as the two drank silently, the human stealing glances towards the demon. the lit fireplace quietly danced behind him, his silhouette outlined with the warm orange color, flooding his features. in his light, he almost seemed holy, heavenly, like a fragment of his previous celestial incarnation was shining through.

"you're avoiding me."

"is that what it seems like to you?" his lips balanced on the edge of sneering and smiling. then like a flicker of one of the candles dotting his small study, he turned his head, downing the rest of his liquor.

"do you think... do you think I can be a bit selfish and ask you to listen to me? I might say things that don't quite make sense, or run off on long tangents, or maybe circle back and say nothing of any use. but maybe, maybe I'll say what I need to and we'll both be better off. could you? could you listen to me?" he reached out his hand, it wavering every so slightly before falling short just inches of the human's fingertips.

"my life is simply full of mistakes. just, utter grievances, embarrassments, all plunders on my part. I never acknowledge them- I'm the first prince of hell- I take pride in everything I do, even the mistakes. but, by heaven and hell, I regret so much. the fall- one of my most grand achievements, inspiration to renaissance painters, punishment to god-fearing populace, martyrdom to revolutionaires, but to me- a failure. the death of my sister... meant the death of me, my brothers. the one person who didn't deserve a single hair on their head harmed- they lost their life for my stupid, arrogant cause. at least, out of that wrath towards myself, satan was spawned, and seeing him grow to be a wise, powerful demon, it gives me solace that something came out of my foolishness. but, lilith's death could never be repaid. I remember thinking that, over and over, as she laid in my arms, her lifeless corpse... growing cold. lord diavolo, he saw the despair in my eyes, my heart, and he offered a resolution. something that just maybe, maybe I can redeem myself, if it meant lilith could have a chance at normal life. a life as a human, as a daughter, a lover, as a mother. if she could live in bliss for thirty-odd years, well that's all that I could ask for. my undying loyalty for all of eternity... a small price to pay for knowing she smiled one more time before my pride got her killed. but, after millennia, it's hard to remember what it was all for. living day in and day out for the prince, to subject myself to bootlicking work, to be a puppet to the most powerful demon in the devildom- what an ironic fate for the avatar of pride. some nights, I forget what it was all for- the pledge of allegiance to the demon king, twisting my brothers to do his bidding, locking belphegor away, spending nights in here," he raised his arms, drawing attention to the stuffy room, paperwork stacked atop his desk like endless buildings across the horizon. "it's all for lilith, it's all for her- like a mantra in my head every time diavolo asks for a kiss upon his boots, every time he embraces me with a whisper of an order to my ear. but, its just words- something to tell myself, lest I go insane. I never did have that closure that she did live her life, a grand life, full of love and happiness. I had no idea what had become of her, how she met her humanistic fate. until..." he trailed off, his hand clenched, knuckles white.

"until me," the human finished for him, their thumbs circling around each other as they looked down, intently focused on the wood flooring. "yes, you're living proof she lived, she loved. you're... comfort to me, that at least once in my miserable life, I had made the right choice." he raised his hand, brushing his fingertips across the human's cheek, a strand of hair falling over their eyes. like gravity, their very souls the source of attraction, the two inched closer, slowly, bit by bit, a journey to a land of milk and honey. his face was flushed- either from the demonus or because their faces were so close, they couldn't tell. lucifer took the fallen lock of hair, tucking it behind their ear, a soft smile gracing his features. "could you kiss me? kiss me once and tell me i'm doing fine? that lilith would be proud- that my brothers are too? tell me you love me. tell me, because I don't think I could handle it otherwise." and the human closed the gap between their lips, kissing him again and again and again.

#im sorry if this doesnt make any sense. my explanation --> #i think lucifer holds a lot of insecurities on how he conducts himself. he has made extremely questionable choices. all stemming from his #committment to diavolo. naturally he must regret somethings perhaps everything #but in some ways. things arise to right the wrongs- to provide meaning to his blunders. for example #satan's circumstances of his birth. he is only alive because of lucifers intense wrath towards the events of the celestial war #as well as lilith having a second chance to live as a human and to love as a human/love humans = only possible bc he accepted diavolos #proposition #anyway. lots of feelings. i think ultimately he struggles coming to terms with his mistakes solely because he is suppose to be proud and #righteous in his decisions. but with the human... the human only came down to the devildom due to the decisions lucifer had made #its due to the fact he allowed lilith to be reborn as a human #that he helped lead the revolt against god. that he didnt betray diavolo. it all culminated into the human mc being born being raised being #brought to the devildom #and naturally. if he can gain the love of this human. if the human can kiss him and mean it. it had all been for something--- #anyway im in love with morally gray characters especially them finding solace in loving another. i wrote another fic #just like this of kent sdv LMAO i love his character......... i wrote how he feels evil due to his past crimes as a soldier #but if the farmer... life herself can find it in herself to love him. to forgive him.. he can forgive himself #anyway. lots of thoughts! thank you for reading if you did.. <3 #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #text

[terramythos]

TerraMythos 2021 Reading Challenge - Book 15 of 26

Title: Tehanu (Earthsea Cycle #4) (1990)

Author: Ursula K. Le Guin

Genre/Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Third-Person, Female Protagonist 

Rating: 8/10

Date Began: 6/24/2021

Date Finished: 6/30/2021

Decades after The Tombs of Atuan, Tenar decided to settle down and live an ordinary life on the shepherding Isle of Gont. Now a farmer’s widow, she adopts a disfigured and horrifically abused child, who she names Therru. When a giant dragon deposits a grief-stricken Ged at her doorstep, Tenar finds herself in a strange situation as she cares for her old friend and her adopted daughter. But threats from Therru’s past and a malevolent force on the island soon threaten Tenar’s small family. 

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.

Content warnings and spoilers below the cut.

Content warnings for the book: Violence and death. Mentioned murder. Severe child abuse. Descriptions of traumatic injury and disfigurement. Mentions of r*pe, including of children. Trauma, sexism, and ableism are explored in depth. 

Tehanu is a much different book than the trilogy that precedes it. Perhaps this is unsurprising, considering the 17-year gap between this book and The Farthest Shore. I’d describe the Earthsea series as “grounded fantasy”. While all of them take place in a magical world, the thesis of each book is universal; the fantasy always comes second. Tehanu takes this idea to an extreme. The story is about everyday life as a common woman in the Earthsea world, with fantasy barely factoring in. The pacing is intentionally slow and introspective, which is something I normally don’t like, but Le Guin is a consistent exception. 

Key characters from the previous books make an appearance. Obviously Tenar is the biggest return, absent since The Tombs of Atuan. The Tenar in this book is older and much more mature, having decided to live a simple life in spite of her adventures and accomplishments. Ged returns, but he’s a shell of his former self, as he mourns the loss of his magic and the man he used to be. Even King Lebannen (formerly Arren, the main character of The Farthest Shore) makes a brief appearance, and is quite a palate cleanser after the horrible men throughout the rest of the book.  

Probably my favorite aspect of the novel is the fact that these characters stand well on their own without magic to prop them up. Tenar explored the terrifying freedom she won in The Tombs of Atuan; got married, settled down, had kids — but still finds herself at a loss on what to do with her life after her husband dies. Ged is in a similar boat; he’s gone from an almost mythic character to an ordinary man, and like Tenar finds himself at a crossroads in life. Other characters embody this idea of transformation and uncertainty; Therru’s escaped her abusers and now has a loving mother, but what does the future hold for someone with her appearance? Stuff like that. 

The idea of metamorphosis and new beginnings is well-trodden. But what makes Tehanu interesting is Le Guin primarily examines this with the middle-aged characters. Tenar and Ged are legendary figures in the world of Earthsea, but life has taken them to an uncertain future. The thrust of the novel lies in finding a purpose and becoming someone new. I also like that Tenar/Ged is endgame; I got Vibes from The Tombs of Atuan, but neither character was in a position where it would work. Seeing them form a romantic relationship much later in life is touching and cute. But it’s not the reason that either of them grow as people; finding one’s purpose is something one has to do on their own. Their relationship only develops once both parties have done so.   

My main complaint about A Wizard of Earthsea, the first book, is the sexism inherent in the setting, which is never examined below the surface level. Perhaps Le Guin’s outlook changed, or perhaps the publishing environment did, because often Tehanu reads like a response to this criticism. The central theme of the book is misogyny, the patriarchy, and its debilitating effects on women. Le Guin examines everything from micro-aggressions (“common wisdom” that happens to paint women as inferior) to domestic issues (“women’s work” and how much that actually is) to outright sexual assault (both in threats and actual acts; it is heavily implied this is part of the abuse Therru endured). She even goes into how powerful women are only considered as such because a man gave them that power. 

While I appreciate the fact she addresses these issues in such a frank, blatant way, at times reading Tehanu felt like reading a basic feminism primer. These subjects are all things I’m familiar with, and I feel like anyone who’s studied key feminist ideas would be aware of them also. Maybe 1990 was different? Le Guin doesn’t add any insights to the bleak reality of patriarchy and sexism, which is a little disappointing compared to previous books. That being said, this book is aimed at young adults despite its dark subject matter. Tehanu could be the first exposure to these ideas that many children receive; looking at it that way, it makes sense that the analysis comes off as basic. 

I also found the book’s examination of gender to be very cishet-normative. That’s definitely not surprising, considering the book was published in 1990, but to a 2021 reader this hasn’t aged super well. There’s a lot of discussion about the relationships and differences between men and women--whether there are any or not, how magic differs between them, the ability to bear children, and so on. There’s a weird sexual component to this, like how wizards (who are exclusively men) have to remain celibate in order to… keep being wizards? But women who are witches don’t have to do that, and that’s an advantage women have? (There’s mentions of male witches too, iirc, but it’s not expanded upon— do they have to remain celibate? Who knows.). I found this whole bit pretty odd and unnecessary, although I realize a lot of my perspective on the matter comes from a modern view of sex and gender (and, y’know, being trans). Not all the gender takes in the book are bad, but they are limited. 

I found Le Guin’s exploration of trauma and ableism through Therru to be more interesting. There’s a lot of examination about how society treats Therru, a survivor of unspeakable abuse. Her trauma is visible due to severe burns along part of her body, leaving her with a missing eye and disfigured hand. Tenar spends much of the novel wondering what future Therru has; no matter how capable she is and how much she acts like any other little girl, strangers gawk at her, or assume she “deserved” what happened to her. Therru becomes happier and more independent over the course of the novel, but relapses into a traumatized state when she encounters one of her abusers. As a survivor, it’s heartbreaking and distressingly realistic. As much as I like Tenar, I almost wish the novel was from Therru’s perspective (other than the brief jump at the end), but I realize it would spoil the ending.  

I’m torn on the ending because, while I thought it was cool and had some interesting revelations, it’s a jarring tonal shift. As I mentioned, Tehanu is a slow novel with a heavy focus on everyday life, and the trials and tribulations both Tenar and Therru experience. There’s even a climactic event a few chapters before the end; the only thing left is a persistent loose thread from earlier in the novel. That subplot explodes to the forefront a bare chapter and a half before the end of the book, and a lot of action-y fantasy stuff happens. It doesn’t come out of nowhere; it’s set up throughout the novel, but it is sudden. 

That being said, I do like that the subplot with dragons vs humans is hinted at as early as The Tombs of Atuan. When Tenar tells the legend about the origin of dragons early in the story, my mind immediately went to that one room from the Labyrinth with the sad winged humanoids painted on its walls. I’m curious if there are hints elsewhere in the series. I also figured out Therru’s true name and how she relates to that subplot based on context clues. While it’s not a shocking twist, it is a satisfying one. Though parts of it gave me a “magical destiny” vibe which is counter to much of the series so far; I do wonder how the last two books will address this. (Also… did Le Guin imply Kalessin is Segoy? AKA God? What did she mean by this. So Ged literally like… hitched a ride from God, who promptly yeeted out of the story until the end? That’s kind of funny. Maybe I misinterpreted something.) 

I probably sound critical of this book, but I did genuinely enjoy it. It just didn’t speak to me the way the previous two did. The next book is a short story collection before the conclusion to the series, so we’ll see where it goes! Tehanu set some stuff up that I expect will be expanded upon in these volumes.

#8/10 #taylor reads #2021 reading challenge

[mushroom-cartel--writing]

to be [a]sundered

Summary: Kugisaki Nobara is blessed. She will never know.

Relationship(s): Kugisaki Nobara & Reader, Kugisaki Nobara/Reader

Note(s):

Here’s the link to read this on AO3! (You know the drill, extra tags, different notes, the format I intended, etc. Oh. And the comment section.)

There’s manga spoilers in this fic alongside headcanon.

So far, out of my menial amount of JJK fics, this one has probably been the most enjoyable to write. With Nobara’s background I can play around because it’s just there.

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“I’m going to Tokyo,” she says. Come with me.

“No.” Can’t, sorry.

Mahito touches her soul.

Kugisaki Nobara is blessed.

She will never know.

The first time she introduces you to her friends, Saori nearly gouges your eye out with a sugar spoon and Fumi spills the contents of her cup across the table.

“I have cake,” you say, offering a cutesy box to Saori who’s still got the sugar spoon trained on you. “It’s baumkuchen. An old acquaintance gave it to me for free but I figured it’d be too much for just one person.”

Nobara, giggling, just offers you a seat and asks for more tea.

On the outskirts of the village there is a shrine.

They say it houses a god that blessed their lands long ago and watches over them to this very day; they hold a celebration in its honour every year, a small share of the harvest season’s best crop is offered up to appease the god.

Her grandparents say it houses a malevolent wonder-terror who feasts on the soul of its worshippers once the sun goes down; her grandparents say the aforementioned god and malevolent wonder-terror are one and the same, born from a wish made by humans.

You laugh when she tells you the crap people have come up about your home. (You appreciate the free food, though.)

You are not a god or something malevolent. You’re you.

Not quite divine but too powerful to sniff at.

Humans cannot see or sense you. Not even those who can bottle their negative energy, the ones you occasionally see passing through the village. Usually, you have to will yourself into existence. But she can regardless.

Spirits, the weak and strong, good nor bad, fear you. Your presence sets their survival instincts off, running immediately when you try to approach them. She has to give chase and incapacitate them for you when the hunger becomes agony.

You taught her well, it seems.

Too well.

Mahito touches her soul and it burns, burns, burns.

-

Kugisaki Nobara was barely old enough to be out on her own, but her grandparents trusted her to stay safe. The village was small, everyone knew each other, word spread fast, so if something happened to her on her small excursion… Well, no one would come looking for her, would they?

It was a lie when she said she was just going out to play with friends at the park.

Nobara didn’t have friends.

All the other kids were boring. She didn’t like their company. Whenever there was a big gathering, she’d try her best to avoid them and hide from the adults in bushes.

Despite knowing this, her grandmother let her go.

She hated being cooped inside with nothing to do and today was perfect! The humid air made her clothes stick to her skin but at least the wide-brimmed straw sunhat she snatched from her grandfather’s shed protected her from the sun’s wrath. It meant her peers would be over at the river halfway across the village; people wouldn’t go back to working on their fields until it cooled down a bit later in the day; they wouldn’t see her; and she’d be on her lonesome.

She wanted to laugh to herself. Everything was coming together.

Finally, she could check out that place she’s been meaning to visit ever since she first heard of it: the derelict shrine.

Her grandmother warned her to stay away from it, lest she give her name away by accident to the being living there and have her life stolen, but Nobara, inwardly, thought it was a load of cow dung. She’d die? Hah?! It was all superstition! (She would never admit it did spook her a bit.) Besides, things like vampires and witches and ghosts didn't exist in the first place. She’d be fine.

Humming with a skip in her step, Nobara made it to the shrine in due time.

“Hello?”

“Why hello there!”

She took everything back.

You had to be a ghost with the way you snuck up on her soundlessly. You kept insisting you weren’t. You glided along the floor.

You had to be a ghost. And now you were serving her snacks and tea. Inside the shrine. Inside what was, supposedly, your home.

“Why don’t I believe you?” she voiced aloud.

You stared at her, face deadpan, and poured hot water over your hand. She watched your skin scald. “Does this answer your question?”

Kugisaki Nobara at five years old was a bit of a skeptic, contrary to her personal beliefs.

“No. Not really.”

-

11:25 PM →

You emerge from the gaping hole where her left eye was blown out alongside a good chunk of her head, something writhing and fierce and oh-so familiar.

Ah. Right. This feeling; this foreign dread dawning upon him, piercing Mahito innermost; your dull but irritated eyes trained on the cursed spirit akin to a lizard eyeing up a cockroach. You’re like him, possessing a soul that absolutely cannot and should not be touched.

Shit—that means she too—

Hahahahaha.

You don’t even need to spare him another glance. You know what he’s thinking. You know what he’s done.

You won’t be as lenient with him as Sukuna was.

But here’s the thing. Although a student may surpass their teacher one day, the teacher might not relay all that they know to the next generation to ensure the safety of their student and those around them. However, Mahito is nothing to you. Itadori Yuuji, on the other hand, is important, so you grab him and throw the boy behind you.

“Reverberate,” you intone, bearing the exact same wounds as her.

His senses are heightened a thousandfold, but not nearly are they even close to yours.

You shove a nail of hers into yourself, saying, “Plunge.”

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurts, hurtshurtshurtshurtshurTshURtsHURTS.

“Quietus.”

“We’re soulmates, you and me.”

She bursts out laughing. “Like from those cheesy dramas?” Nobara asks. Because. She needs to know. Whenever she’s around you, everything feels… right. It’s hard to articulate. Her heart doesn’t rush when you graze her skin but the particular spot where contact was made always tingles with a reassuring warmth; you’re real, not a fabrication of her imagination. She doesn’t fantasise about you like the way her peers do with the object of their affections. Your very presence makes her comfortable. “Are you having second thoughts?” she jeers, poking you hard in the ribs. (She’s still bitter about your decision.)

The intended jab has no effect.

“No,” is your reply. “What I mean is that your soul and mine are the same. If something happens to you, I’ll know.”

“What? You think I’m gonna be some part of a demonic summoning ritual where I’ll be a human sacrifice?”

“Time and distance makes no difference.”

“So if I just say the word…?”

“That… that’s not what I…” You sigh and scrub the gunk from your eyes.

How are you supposed to explain the whole situation to her?

Oh, yeah, about a couple aeons ago there was a being who tore themself in two—one part immortal, the other mortal—in order to understand their reason for existing. Their immortal self would be stagnant and observe their mortal self who would continuously live, die and reincarnate, until the latter, under their own volition, sought the former out and then a conclusion would be made between the two on whether or not they would remain as separate entities or rejoin together as one again.

Your original self (you and her; her and you) wasn’t great at planning ahead, that is plain to see. They didn’t think about the consequences, they just wanted an out. And fast.

Well look at you now. Distorted beyond reason. You’re an exercise in self-destruction. You stopped considering it being a miracle that you could wake up every morning by yourself and do what you wanted: the novelty was short-lived. You want to die but you’re at the point where it’s easier to convince yourself you do not than to focus on how you will off yourself somewhere that no one (and nothing) can find your undecayed corpse because the company you keep will become worried if you let the happy facade slip.

“Never mind,” you mutter.

-

She was ten when she first saw the skull.

It tumbled from your billowing sleeve as you rummaged around your pockets, rolling to a stop at her feet.

She lifted it up. “Whose is this?”

It was a weird skull, not like those she’d seen in her textbooks. She thought of asking Fumi about the skull later, when school started back up, but the idea was literally snatched from her mind when you saw exactly what she was holding.

In your hands, the skull seemed smaller. Inconsequential. Another another weird quirk of yours: carrying around random things. Maybe it was a model? You told her to forget about it and stowed the skull away—back into your sleeve—and dragged her along the beaten path you insisted on walking.

The next time, she was thirteen and helping you clear up your home. Fumi was there too.

They’d been going through a closet stuffed full of old junk and out the skull tumbled, right into Fumi’s lap. Rightfully so, her friend screamed. It took you several minutes to calm the poor girl down, her view of you now askew. Nobara was on your side when Fumi tried convincing you whomever the skull belonged to deserved a proper burial out in the forest and you refused.

No matter how hard she tried, you would not budge.

And that was that.

(From then on, whenever you made yourself visible to Fumi, she regarded you warily before seeing the way you looked at Nobara like she hung the stars and the moon.)

The last time the skull made an appearance in her life, Nobara had just turned fifteen.

A strange pair of men were at her door at the crack of dawn, rousing her grandparents, which prompted them to drag Nobara out of bed at such a god-awful time of the day. They all sat at a table soberly, discussing her future while Nobara found her attention gravitating to you.

You were playing with a stray cat in the garden, its stomach presented to you eagerly so soon after it deemed you safe, and making the most disgusting cooing noises she had ever heard to it with a dopey grin.

It was only at the call of her name that her head snapped back forward.

Yaga Masamichi was a strange one, tinkering so openly with a corpse in front of her deeply superstitious grandparents, but, strangely enough, it was his companion, a shock of white hair and bandage, that caught her eye. The young man was looking your way.

Not at the cat pawing up at thin air. Oh no. The blindfolded stranger’s gaze was dead set on you; she saw his brow raise minutely as Yaga and her grandparents continued talking, her tools of trade that was cobbled together from old sheds and the local hardware store bared flat on the table; she watched him watch you rub the cat’s belly before you lifted it high into the air like a parent would to their child. It was obvious what the situation playing out was: you had caught on to the stranger’s sighting of you long before she did. To emphasise the fact, you even babbled to the cat, “Higher, higher! Oopsie-daisy!!” before letting it back down and nuzzling it against your face, affectionate and close.

Yaga only noticed the change in atmosphere when the cat’s meows suddenly went quiet. But the other one (white hair, bandages, feels wrong, rotting flesh and fresh) grinned, slapping an enrollment form on the table.

“You. Leave that thing behind when you come to our school,” said Gojou Satoru, his introduction earlier all pomp and a wellspring of positive energy memes a stark comparison to now as he continued watching you, all but ignoring her grandmother shouting up at him to stop spouting nonsense.

(“What drivel! My granddaughter surely won’t—”)

She went back to spacing out in your direction.

Without hesitation, you dropped the cat into your gaping maw and swallowed it whole in one gulp. The first cursed spirit you managed to catch by yourself. Your ability at masking your aura was improving. That was good.

The skull peeked out of your hoodie’s pocket, the many orbits winking at her.

Screw the rules, you were coming with her whether the bureaucracy liked it or not.

-

At this rate, she’s going to die for sure.

You know what to do.

You’re one and the same. If Mahito touched one half of your original self and corrupted it, reason dictates that giving her body (the container) yours will fix her. But there’s a problem.

The implosion practically ruined her chances of survival, reducing it to null.

Not even a high grade sorcerer could hope to reverse the damage. Bone is a special material. Bone takes time to be cultivated or to grow. For a jujutsu user, especially, a substitute of different material won’t cut it. Bone, like the soul, contains an essence of sorts, it’s one of the few natural conductors of negative energy humans can have.

Your point: bone is not easily replaced.

Kneeling over Nobara, you grab from the air the object you were entrusted with over a millennium ago for safekeeping.

“Oi, oi, oi, you. You. Freak-god-thing.” You regard Itadori Yuuji with disdain. Or rather, the lone eye and accompanying mouth that’s on his cheek. “Is that what I think it is.”

“What? Are you objecting? Or worse—obstructing?”

“I don’t know about you or the brat, but you’re gonna fuck up the girl if you do that.”

“And since when did the King of Curses grow a heart?”

“I fucking didn’t, you prick.” The eye manages to scowl without a brow. “I’m just saying… You are sending her to condemnation.”

“Says the finger shagger,” you retort. The mouth disappears; Itadori Yuuji has an indescribable expression on his face but you know he won’t try and stop your hare-brained idea, he wants what you want.

You know what you’re doing.

You’ve had to do this a few times before.

It will work.

“Hello?”

A child? Who in their right mind would—

You freeze in your tracks. It’s them, your mind exclaims. It’s them. Them. Them. Them.

… Her.

You walk up behind her, beaming.

“Why hello there!” you chime, so, so happy.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #nobara x reader #gn!reader #gender-neutral reader #reader insert #one-shot #originally posted on ao3 #jujutsu kaisen