#elder gods reborn

[the-sunlit-earth]

#you see when a 4000 year old devil god loves an ancient dead warlord very much.. #he will wait an eternity for said warlord to be reborn. and then send them Wedding Dreams :) #Dagoth Ur to his Sleepers: 'You guys don't think I'm coming on too strong do you?' #elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #morrowind #dunmer #Neloth #Talvas Fathryon #Tel Mithryn crew #Nerevoryn #apologies to those whose Nerevarines would never dream of smooching Lord Dagoth XD #or wearing Indoril armor to the fight #tesblr #my art #my posts

[evilhorse]

…and may the elder gods forgive us.

#cosmic odyssey #the demon #Jason blood #reborn #darkseid #highfather #elder gods #etrigan #Jim Starlin #mike mignola #dc comics #comics #80s comics

[vacantgodling]

THINKING MUCHLY ABOUT HOW NARCI DYES HER HAIR AND HOW HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER HAIR MIRRORS MY OWN STRUGGLES WITH SELF LOVE…

#as usual i am putting an OBSCENE amount of myself in a character #but fun facts: narci dyed her hair blonde to look more like her late mother #it started very young after she died because her father couldn’t stand to look at her #she looked like her mother but Not Quite Enough #so narci tried #but she didn’t have the demeanor and the grace #she loves lavendula but she hates her younger sister at the same time #bc once she was born it was like lonicera reborn if darker #which poses a HOST of problems for laven but also for narci #isn’t she the elder sister? supposed to be more important? why is she shoved to the side then #i am shaking narci YOU DESERVE LOVE AND KINDNESS #DEAR GOD WOMAN #s: prim

[uesp]

What he puts his hand to, that shall be done. What is left undone, that shall be done.

On a certain day to uncertain parents Incarnate moon and star reborn.

Neither blight nor age can harm him. The Curse-of-Flesh before him flies.

In caverns dark Azura's eye sees And makes to shine the moon and star.

A stranger's voice unites the Houses. Three Halls call him Hortator.

A stranger's hand unites the Velothi. Four Tribes call him Nerevarine.

He honors blood of the tribe unmourned. He eats their sin, and is reborn.

His mercy frees the cursed false gods, Binds the broken, redeems the mad.

He speaks the law for Veloth's people. He speaks for their land, and names them great.

--Today is the 21st anniversary of the release of The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind!

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Morrowind #Anniversary

[mononijikayu]

night we met — ryomen sukuna.

Feeling the gravity of this moment, he tightened his grip on your hand. You looked down at him and smiled—a gesture that sealed his newfound faith in this bond. At that moment, Ryomen Sukuna felt as though he had been reborn. No longer just a boy lost in the festival's chaos, but a person with a role, a duty, and a place in the world. His life, from that moment forward, was to be lived for you, in devotion to the path you would guide him on. You had become his guardian, his mentor—his goddess—and he, in turn, devoted himself to be your loyal follower.

GENRE: Heian Era to Cursed Womb Arc, 2018;

WARNING/s: Alternate Universe ─ Canon Divergence, Romance, Emotional Hurt, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Domesticity, Friends to Lovers, Character Death, Grief, Mention of Depression, Mention of Mourning, Depiction of Physical Touch, Depiction of Mental Anguish, Depiction of Violence, Depiction of Death, Depiction of Harm, Heavy Angst, Heavy Pining;

masterlist

listen: the night we met by lord huron

note: i finally got a break after two exams. i still have one more. but i wanted to pop in and give this to you before i disappear into my books again. i hope you enjoy this little thing~ i love you~

FATHER THOUGHT THAT THERE WOULD BE MORE NEED FOR RETAINERS TO COME WITH THEM. As they navigated the bustling streets of the city, Ryomen Hiromi couldn't shake off a palpable sense of tension, despite the festive atmosphere. The warm glow of lanterns illuminated the cobblestone paths, and the air was filled with lively chatter and laughter. Yet, an underlying unease lingered—perhaps a whisper from the gods, you mused, familiar with the capricious nature of the divine. Your lips tightened into a straight line, your hand unconsciously drifting to the hilt of your sword. Beneath the surface festivity, an undercurrent of anxiety was palpable.

This might explain why your father had insisted on bringing as many men as possible. The Ryomen family was never short of loyal retainers, and Masaomi had been eager to accompany you. Your father's protective instincts weighed heavily on you, his warnings echoing in your mind. As the sole remaining heir of your distinguished family, his concerns were magnified by the elders’ incessant uproar. Though you understood the necessity of your high profile, it sometimes felt stifling.

As you continued through the lively streets, the festival's atmosphere was electrifying. Lanterns hung from every post, casting dancing lights over the faces of the revelers, each absorbed in their own joyous celebration. The air was thick with the scents of street food and a cacophony of laughter and music, creating a chaotic symphony. Yet, despite the jovial chaos, a tug of unease pulled at your consciousness.

You maintained an even pace and a neutral expression, blending seamlessly into the crowd. The presence of your uncle Hiramu was reassuring; his experienced hand rested nonchalantly on his sword, his eyes scanning the crowd with practiced vigilance. His readiness to protect offered comfort and a reminder of the ever-present potential for danger.

Ryomen Hiromi experienced the weight of the festival differently. While others were drawn into the spirit of celebration, your senses were heightened, alert to any discord. The subtle narrowing of your eyes and the stiffness in your shoulders might go unnoticed by an ordinary onlooker, but they were clear indicators of your tension. The flickering shadows cast by the lantern lights seemed to hide potential threats, and every burst of laughter could be masking whispered conspiracies.

You knew you couldn't afford to let down your guard, not when the stakes were so high. This mission was critical, especially to you, marking a step towards your heir’s role, and the weight of this responsibility was heavy on your shoulders. The festival, with its mask of tradition and celebration, might well be a veneer for more sinister undertones.

Navigating through this sea of faces, your gaze occasionally met those of strangers, your deep hazel eyes searching for any hint of recognition or malice. Being with your uncle Hiramu brought some peace, tempering the anxiety that gnawed at your heart, but the persistent unease remained. Something was amiss, and you could not yet pinpoint it. Your instincts screamed for attention, urging vigilance as the night promised to stretch long.

Reports of strange occurrences and unexplained events had been increasing, stirring unrest among the populace and reaching the ears of Lord Isamu. Typically, such critical missions would fall to your elder brother, Akimu, the designated heir tasked with maintaining the safety and stability of Hida's heartland in your father's stead. But now, with Akimu unable to lead, the weight of responsibility had shifted onto your capable yet burdened shoulders.

Each step felt heavy under the scrutinizing gaze of the moon, illuminating the bustling night with a mocking smile. You took a moment to gather your scattered thoughts, steadying the swirling emotions within. As you lifted your gaze, your eyes began to sharpen, honing in on the play of shadows cast by the lantern light, looking beyond the immediate spectacle to the hidden corners and fleeting movements that might betray underlying threats.

This mission was about more than following in Akimu's footsteps; it was about proving that Ryomen Hiromi could stand firm on uneven, unfamiliar ground. You were determined to command respect, to show that despite your gender, you were every bit the Ryomen heir as any man could be.

As you moved away from the main festivities into quieter, dimly lit parts of the town, Uncle Hiramu finally spoke, his voice low and serious, “Little niece, do you sense it too? There’s a heaviness in the air tonight. It must be what your father was speaking of.”

You nodded, your sharp gaze scanning the shadows. “Yes, I feel it. It's as if the air itself is thick with whispers of the past. There’s a disturbance, not just a vengeful spirit, I think. Something older, deeper.”

Hiramu’s eyes narrowed as he looked ahead. “We should be cautious. These kinds of spirits are often bound to old grudges or unresolved tragedies. The festival’s energy could stir it more than usual.”

You turned into a less crowded alley, where the noise of the festival faded into a distant hum. Your elegant robes brushed against the cobblestones, your attire blending traditional beauty with practicality. The layered silk of your fine kimono was dyed in deep blues and purples, embroidered with silver threads that caught the light, mimicking the night sky. Your obi was tightly cinched, supporting the small dagger hidden within—a necessity for any noble venturing into uncertain situations.

Your father insisted that you dress appropriately. It was outlandish, you supposed. The choices were far too simple for taste, unsuitable for any young beauty of such noble stock. But this was as comfortable as it was safe. Pretense of trade being your desire here in these parts, was much easier than to be quite obvious. Anything more than this would have attracted as much attention as retainers.

“Do you think it’s tied to a particular location or event?” you asked, your voice steady despite the creeping chill that seemed to cling to the edges of the night air. “It’s getting me curious…”

“It could be,” Hiramu replied, his hand never straying far from his sword. “These spiteful little cursed spirits often attach themselves to physical locations where significant emotional events occurred. We’ll need to explore the some sites around here—old battlefields, abandoned shrines, places of great loss or betrayal. Someone is deeply angry, little niece."

Your mind raced, piecing together knowledge with the clues of your current environment. “There’s an old well not far from here, sealed up after a great tragedy struck a hundred years ago during a similar festival. A fire had broken out, and many lives were lost. It was said that the well was cursed thereafter.”

Hiramu’s gaze sharpened, his lips just as sharp when he smiled. “That’s a good place to start. Lead the way, little niece.”

IT HAD TAKEN SOME TIME TO FIND THE CURSED SPIRIT. As the moon ascended, bathing the lively festival in its serene, silver luminescence, you and Uncle Hiramu pressed on with your diligent investigation. The festive air, alive with the thrum of activity and the laughter of revelers, contrasted sharply with your growing tension. Underneath the celestial glow, the reality of your mission slowly began to crystallize, taking on a new urgency as unexpected developments unfolded. It had begun with something ever so simple and from there, unpredictable fate intervened and soon enough, the chaos ensued.

The moment of realization struck you with unsettling suddenness. You patted down the side. There was nothing but panic as you looked to the side of the obi and found nothing. One look was enough to confirm that eager suspicion: the coin purse was missing. You looked up towards Uncle Hiramu. You knew that he was trying not to laugh, but his eyes were too obvious. You smacked your uncle which prompted the laugh to bellow from his belly. All you could do was mope in the silence. You supposed that it was alright. Money was not a big deal. But… your eyes widened.

Without hesitating, your eyes swept across the sea of faces swirling around you. The atmosphere was charged with the festival’s energy, yet your focus was razor-sharp. It was then that you had spotted a distinct splash of color that stood out against the earthy tones of the crowd—a young boy with striking pink hair, weaving through the crowd with the agility and desperation of someone fleeing. You looked at Hiramu, and he nodded back at you.

It was then where your instincts kicked in. You tapped your uncle's arm and started mouthing instructions as subtly as one could towards the fleeing figure. Without needing further explanation, Hiramu caught the urgency and nodded. Hiramu took the other direction as you turned to the other.

As you navigated through the dense crowd, the distance between you and the boy closed gradually, you were certain of it. You could sense Hiramu’s cursed energy with each step below against the wide battered ground. You were certain that you were ever so close to bringing a close to the night. But first, you must unravel the night's mysteries. That boy was the key.

Ryomen Hiramu wasted no time as he dashed from stall to stall, street to street. He could feel it, he could feel it too well. That overwhelming power. His seasoned body kicked into high gear, and he swiftly maneuvered through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the pink-haired boy darting through the festival, speeding through the brunt of human bodies. Hiramu cursed under his breath. The child was too clever. With each step, Hiramu's determination as he ran through a corridor of small houses clamped together—one of the poorest sects of life in the quaint area.

As he closed the gap between them, Hiramu noticed an unusual, dark shimmer around the boy—an ominous aura that seemed almost palpable in the moonlit night. This was no mere act of theft; it was clear there was something far more sinister at play. The aura surrounding the boy twisted and writhed like a living thing, a visual manifestation of deep-seated emotional turmoil. It became apparent that this child was not acting alone; he was bound to a cursed spirit, a malevolent force likely fueled by intense feelings of anger, fear, and loneliness.

The realization struck Hiramu with a harsh chill. The spirit's presence suggested that the boy's actions were not entirely his own, that he was under the influence of these dark energies that fed on negative emotions. Such spirits were known to attach themselves to vulnerable souls, magnifying their darkest thoughts and driving them to act in ways they might not otherwise, turning their inner turmoil into outward chaos. Just as he drew his sword, you turned from the corner. Ryomen Hiromi threw that heavy bound haori away, looking at Hiramu.

“Shibaru One! Binding Fate!” you exclaimed, your voice clear and commanding as streaks of luminous energy surged towards the boy. He let out a sharp cry, writhing against the ethereal chains that now ensnared him under your control.

“Be careful!” Hiramu cautioned, moving closer to assist. “He's the source, he's entwined with that cursed spirit!”

You nodded, your focus undeterred by the boy's struggles as you tightened your grip on the energy that bound him. The spectral chains glowed brighter, each pulse of light strengthening the hold over the chaotic spirit within him. Your uncle's warning echoed in your mind, reinforcing your burning resolve to act with both precision and caution.

The boy’s eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, met yours. You could see the turmoil swirling within him, the innocent caught in the grip of something far beyond his control. “Hold on, just a little longer,” you murmured, your voice a blend of firmness and reassurance intended to pierce through the haze of his panic. A faint smile blossomed from your lips. “Trust me, okay?”

Hiramu understood the gravity of the situation—they were dealing with a phenomenon that was both a danger to the boy and to all those attending the festival. The cursed spirit needed to be dealt with delicately and decisively, for the safety of the boy and the peace of the community. There were too many people here that would not understand what was going on.

There was no need to make a bigger ruckus. With this understanding, Ryomen Hiramu pressed on, his resolve hardened, knowing that he and you must act swiftly to intervene and dispel the darkness that had taken hold of the young boy.

As Hiramu closed in, the cursed spirit sensed the threat and began to lash out, manifesting as tendrils of dark energy. You, realizing the severity of the situation, knew immediate action was required. "Start the purification ritual!" Hiramu shouted over his shoulder as he dodged a swipe from the spirit. "I'll hold it off! Just go and do your job!”

You crossed the tips of your fingers, your eyes narrowing deeper into the soul of the boy. You began to chant softly, the words of an ancient purification rite falling rhythmically from your lips. The boy looked frightened by all means, as the white light did what it could, purging one dark fabric from the boy one after the other.

The air around you seemed to hum with power as your words wove through the currents of energy emanating from your firm hands. The glowing chains tightened further, and the dark aura around the boy began to dissipate, sucked away into the void created by your spell. But as with all things, it tried to keep alive.

Meanwhile, Hiramu engaged the spirit, his sword movements precise, each strike intended not to harm the boy but to distract the spirit and weaken its hold. The sound of the boy’s screams pierced through over and over again, the cursed spirit overlaying against each agonizing echo. He could see the ritual's glow intensifying, the light beginning to engulf the boy, binding and suppressing the dark energy around him.

With a final, desperate cry, the cursed spirit dissipated, expelled in one painful grip. All of a sudden, your white cursed energy also disappeared. You gasped out loud as your shaking knees fell to the ground, weary from it all. It was the first time you had used that purification technique. But it seemed that it had finally worked. You looked at the empty depth of your palm.

As the ritual reached its climax, your voice rose in a powerful cadence, your tender hands outstretched towards the boy, directing the flow of purified energy. The cursed spirit writhed and howled and fought over and over, its form becoming unstable under the ritual’s influence. Sweat permeated through your sleeves, your teeth gritted, your eyes narrowed, over and over the ringing of each of your ears continued as the boy continued to fight for his life.

Your eyes shined. You had done that. Hiramu looked at you, rushing towards you. But you stopped him, coughing as you regained air. You pointed to the boy, sprawled on the pavement. Hiramu sheathed his sword back. Soon enough, Hiramu could only lift the boy in his arms.

The boy, now freed from the spirit’s grasp, collapsed, exhausted but unharmed. He was perhaps trying to catch his breath. He must have been exhausted. You, having returned to the plane of reality, rushed to his side, your own energy spent. You were certain that there was no bigger word than relief as you eagerly confirmed that he was safe. His eyes were both soft and weary as he looked at that boy. He lifted his head at you.

Hiramu's eyes remained narrowed, the wrinkles at the corners deepening as he surveyed the scene before him. Despite the successful expulsion of the spirit, his instincts told him there was more to uncover. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight that drew your attention immediately. "Something is still not right," he said, his tone heavy with unease.

You nodded, understanding the depth of your uncle's concern. You gently placed your palm on the boy's forehead, feeling the residual heat of the ritual. "He's warm, uncle," you observed as your voice echoed tinged with worry.

"Purification techniques are painful to the body," Hiramu responded, his voice a low hum, soothing yet solemn. "It’s purging the worst of the soul, after all. Still, it must be said. You did well, little niece."

The corners of your mouth twitched into a slight smile, a rare break in your usually stern demeanor. "Such praise is rare, uncle."

Hiramu let out a soft snicker, his usual stern facade momentarily giving way to familial warmth. "I compliment you all the time," he claimed, though his smile betrayed the playfulness of his exaggeration.

"That sounds like a lie, uncle," you retorted, your weary eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection.

"Yeah, yeah," Hiramu dismissed playfully, but his attention quickly returned to the matter at hand as the boy began to stir. You blinked, taken aback by the sudden movement. You had been so focused on your exchange that the boy's awakening caught you momentarily off guard.

"What do you intend to do with this boy, niece?" Hiramu asked, his tone shifting back to the gravity of your situation. His question hung in the air, pressing you for a decision, reminding you of your responsibilities. “You’re the only one who can decide the lad’s fate.”

“Uncle—”

“You are my better, even if I am your elder and uncle.” Hiramu added, watching you become flustered as he watched the young lady shift in her position. “What do you think is right?”

You took a deep breath, your gaze shifting from Hiramu to the boy who was slowly regaining consciousness. You could see the confusion and fear flicker across his young face as he came to grips with his surroundings. He seemed disoriented, his eyes darting around, trying to make sense of what had happened to him.

Your voice rang out with a firm resolve, words carrying an air of unwavering determination. You met the older man’s gaze with a steady intensity, your expression betraying no hint of doubt. 

"We'll bring him back with us to the manor," you declared, leaving no room for argument. "I'll send word ahead to let them know."

Hiramu's response was laced with a sense of foreboding. "They won't like this," he cautioned, his words heavy with the weight of tradition and expectation. You understood exactly what he meant—the elders, with their adherence to protocol and rigid adherence to tradition, were unlikely to approve of your deviation from established norms. But your determination remained unshaken.

"That is a matter I will handle myself, uncle," you asserted, your voice steady and resolute. You were acutely aware of the potential consequences of defying the elders, but your concern for the boy's well-being outweighed any fear of reprisal. "Do not worry."

Hiramu sighed, a reluctant acknowledgment of your determination. Despite his reservations, he knew better than to stand in your way when your stubborn mind was set to its desires. 

"Very well," he conceded, his voice tinged with resignation. At that moment, he placed his trust in your judgment, knowing that you would do whatever was necessary to ensure the young boy’s safety and well-being, even if it meant challenging the traditions of your elders. “What else?”

“We might stay a day longer, to make sure that this is the only concern.” You retorted back to him, pursing your lips together in a tight line. “I shall head off and see to it that barriers are strengthened. There need not be any more situations like this one.”

“Very well. I’ll go ahead and take him to our inn.”

“Make sure he’s well fed, uncle. And that he’s alright.” 

Hiramu snickers. “You act as though I didn’t take care of you or your brother.”

"I’ll check on him when I return. We need to ensure he's truly free of any residual curse," you said tenderly towards the older man.. "We also need to understand who he is. How did he get here at all, past the barriers. And how did he get this powerful. This puzzle requires quite a bit of effort.”

Hiramu nodded in agreement, his face reflecting his approval of your thorough approach. "Very well," he replied, "We should also see if we can help him find his way. No one should be left to wander alone, much so not one who has been through such an ordeal."

You knelt beside the boy, offering a reassuring smile. "Can you tell us your name?" you asked gently, hoping to ease him into conversation.

As the boy's gaze met yours, his initially wide eyes began to soften, a subtle shift that hinted at his growing realization of safety in your presence. Despite this reassurance, he remained silent, a reaction you attributed to the lingering shock and confusion from the events he had endured. Understandingly, you accepted his quiet, knowing well that pushing him to speak before he was ready could only cause further distress.

You addressed him with a gentle, reassuring smile, your tone soft yet imbued with an underlying strength. "Take all the time you need, little boy," you encouraged, your words floating warmly in the cool air, offering him the space and time he might require to recover from his ordeal. Your smile, kind and patient, was meant to communicate that he was under no pressure to reveal anything before he felt comfortable.

Straightening up, you prepared to continue your duties, aware of the responsibilities that still awaited your attention beyond this encounter. You glanced towards your uncle, who had also been through a trying time, his vigilance unyielding as he supported your efforts. 

"Get some rest. You too, uncle," you added, acknowledging his fatigue and your appreciation for his steadfast support. "I’ll return with haste."

As you turned to leave, the boy's eyes followed your every move, wide and contemplative. In the quiet aftermath of your promise, his gaze lingered on your retreating figure, a mix of newfound trust and lingering uncertainty playing across his features.  His eyes, filled with a depth that spoke of both fear and curiosity, seemed to hold a thousand unasked questions. 

As he watched you disappear into the crowd, there was a palpable sense of wonder about whether he could find his voice, not just to speak but to share his thoughts, fears, and perhaps his hidden stories. The boy was silently grappling with the idea of opening up, of letting someone else into his secluded world.

You, aware of his watchful eyes, felt a twinge of responsibility and hope. His silent scrutiny did not go unnoticed, and it reminded you of the delicate task ahead—not just protecting him from external dangers but also nurturing his trust and confidence to the point where he would feel safe to express himself. The boy's quiet contemplation as you walked away hinted at the significant role you would play in his life, potentially being the first to hear his voice when he finally chose to speak. 

As you melded with the festivities, the distance between you growing, you carried with you the weight of his unspoken thoughts, hoping that when you returned, the boy would be ready to break his silence, allowing you into his world. Until then, he shuts his eyes. He lets the sleep take him to the nether world, where nightmares still come to follow.

HIROMI THINKS THAT SLEEP WAS ALL THAT WOULD FIX THINGS. Hiromi returned to the heart of the festival, your task of reinforcing the protective barriers around the periphery completed. Your work, involving the meticulous weaving of energy to strengthen the existing magical defenses, had left you sharp and attuned to even the slightest disturbance. The process was arduous, as you needed to locate and neutralize any lingering curses that could threaten the festival's sanctity. Each of these encounters, a dance of skill and arcane prowess, tested not only your abilities but also your mental fortitude and resolve.

The challenges were varied, ranging from minor nuisances that were swiftly dealt with, to more stubborn, malignant energies that demanded all your focus and power to dispel. Yet, you managed each with precision and control, your extensive training and natural aptitude shining through. With every curse you unraveled and every barrier you chose to further fortify. As Akimu ensured the festival grounds remained a safe haven, you would do the same. This land must always be free from the influence of dark forces.

This vigilant defense was crucial, not only to protect the attendees but to maintain the balance of energies within the festival area. Any breach could lead to chaos, potentially unleashing harm on the unsuspecting revelers. Your successful fortification of the area thus served as an invisible shield, one that allowed the festival to continue in joyous celebration without the shadow of malevolent interference.

As the sky began to lighten with the approach of dawn, you continued that prideful vigilance, keeping a watchful eye on the worshippers gathered for the festival. Amidst the joyous celebrations, you remained ever alert, scanning the crowd for any signs of disturbance or danger. It was in the stillness of the early morning hours that you noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Despite the dim light of dawn, you sensed a presence nearby, a stirring of energy that caught all of your attention. Instinctively, you turned your gaze toward the source and saw the pink-haired boy, his eyes open and alert. You approached him quietly, your movements fluid and deliberate. You could sense that something had changed, that your encounter earlier had left an impression on him. With a gentle smile, you greeted him, your voice soft but reassuring.

"Good morning," you said, your tone warm with genuine concern. "How are you feeling?"

The boy's gaze flickered between curiosity and caution as he studied you, trying to parse the intentions behind your unexpected approach. Despite the swirl of doubt clouding his young mind, there was an undeniable sense of comfort that seemed to emanate from your presence—somewhat a stability in the tumultuous sea of his current experiences. Sensing his hesitation, you understood his reticence; after all, to him, you and uncle Hiramu were nothing more than strangers who had suddenly entered his life under unusual and likely frightening circumstances.

However, you sensed a deeper narrative woven into the fabric of the boy's aura, a story that extended beyond his current fear and confusion. You were determined to unearth the role he played in the festival's strange occurrences, driven by a conviction that his involvement was not merely coincidental. This was uncharted territory, a situation that neither you nor the festival had encountered before. Yet, you believed that new challenges were always opportunities for growth and understanding, reminders that there is always a "first time" for every occurrence in life.

Respecting his silence, you chose not to press him further for answers. You recognized that trust needed to be earned, especially in such delicate circumstances. It was then, in a moment of frailty, that the boy's strength seemed to falter, his body leaning as if he might collapse. Reacting swiftly, you stepped forward, kneeling to catch him, your movements guided by a blend of concern and readiness to support him.

As he rebounded slightly, stabilized by your quick intervention, he blinked up at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and bewilderment. In that brief exchange of looks, a silent understanding began to form. Your actions spoke louder than any words could have; they conveyed a promise of protection and empathy, laying the groundwork for a trust that might soon allow the boy to share his story and perhaps reveal the mysteries surrounding the events that had drawn you all together.

As you extended your hand toward him, he hesitated momentarily before his eyes blinked in a mix of confusion and curiosity. Observing his uncertainty, you offered him a tender smile, softening your expression to ease his apprehension.

"Are you alright, young one?" you asked, your voice low and soothing, cutting through the noise of the surrounding festivities.

In that moment, the boy found himself unexpectedly captivated by your presence. There was something almost ethereal about you, a radiance that seemed to emanate from within, casting a gentle, enchanting glow in the soft light of the festival’s lanterns—ones which still light up the dark morning glory. Your form appeared haloed by this light, lending you an otherworldly grace that was both comforting and awe-inspiring.

Your eyes, warm and inviting, seemed to draw him in further. They were deep pools of compassion and understanding, reaching out to him across the void of his own confusion and fear. As your eyes met, he felt a profound connection; it was as though you could see into the very depths of his soul, understanding his fears and yearnings without a word spoken.

The world around both of you seemed to pause, creating a bubble of serenity amidst the chaos. To the boy, this wasn’t just a simple meeting; it was a pivotal moment that would redefine his understanding of safety and hope. Even before he knew your name, Hiromi, he saw in you not just a protector or a higher power, but a guiding light, a beacon of hope illuminating his darkened world.

"What's your name?" you inquired gently, noticing his silence but undeterred by it.

When he remained mute, your smile broadened, radiating kindness and patience. "It’s okay if you have no name," you reassured him, your voice a soft anchor in his stormy sea of thoughts.

Upon hearing this, he looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of amazement and relief. Here was someone offering not just help, but a place and a presence in the world.

"I’ll give you one," you promised, a simple offer that nonetheless promised him a new beginning, a sense of identity and belonging that he had long craved. This simple gesture of naming was more than a label; it was a gift of a new life and a fresh start under your protective gaze.

You smile warmly at him, feeling the weight of the moment as you prepare to give him a name—a simple yet profound gift that could anchor him to a new beginning. When you smile at him, he thinks he found heaven. monsters like him do not deserve heaven. Yet the goddess you were, embraced him in the warmth of tender night. Names were important. In the family, it was.  Sensing the importance of the choice, you think carefully, choosing a name rich with strength and history. The family histories had such good names to choose from, you think.

"Would the name Ryomen Sukuna suffice for you?" you ask gently, observing his reaction to gauge whether it resonates with him. “Now that you are with us, you will gain two lives. The past and now the future. Will you accept it, little one?”

The boy looks up, his eyes widening slightly as he processes the name. It's clear he is unfamiliar with its origins or meanings, but there is an undeniable flicker of intrigue in his gaze. Ryomen Sukuna, a name that carries echoes of a mystic and power to it. Entirely opposite of what he had known. The boy, now Sukuna, thinks this could imbue him with a sense of might and courage, perhaps reflecting the new path he might choose to follow under your guidance. And then, maybe then, he can serve you. With this new name.

For a moment, he remains silent, contemplating the name, rolling it over in his mind. Then, slowly, a tentative smile begins to form on his lips. It seems to suit him, or at least, he is willing to step into the mantle it could offer.

"Ryomen Sukuna," he repeats softly, testing how the name feels as it comes out of his mouth. His voice is unsure at first, but with each repetition, he seems to grow more comfortable, more accepting of it.

Seeing his acceptance, your smile broadens. "Yes, Ryomen Sukuna," you confirm with a nod, affirming his new identity. "It’s a strong name, one that I believe can help guide you to become whoever you wish to be."

The boy nods, a sense of new identity beginning to settle within him. The name, though ancient, now starts a new chapter in his life, one filled with potential and promise. You extend your hand to him once more, this time as a gesture of warmth. A future worth looking forward to.

"Now, you must be hungry, Sukuna," you suggest warmly, ready to introduce him back into the celebration, not as an orphan lost amidst chaos but as a newly named participant with a protector by his side. “There’s still some stalls open. Some are not yet done with the festival. Do you want something to eat?”

He looks at you for a moment and then tenderly nods. As he takes your hand, his grip is firm, and his initial hesitance seems to wash away with the rising sun. Together, you walk back towards the heart of where the fullness of the festival had been, your steps synchronized. Ryomen Sukuna, newly named and newly empowered, walks beside you, no longer just a passive spectator but a young boy with a nascent but growing sense of belonging and purpose.

Your role as his protector, and now the giver of his name, has created a bond between you, one that promises not only safety but also a future filled with the potential for transformation. As you both step into the bustling festival, the early morning light casts long shadows, yet for Sukuna, illuminated by the glow of the lanterns and buoyed by your supportive presence, the world seems less intimidating.

You had given him a name, securing a place for him in this chaos—a gesture simple yet profound. This act forged a tentative bond, knitting a fragile sense of belonging into his young heart. And now, for the first time, he truly belonged somewhere. On this transformative night, his heart was full of nothing but hope. He had a name—a name that was uniquely his, one his mother had never given him.

As you walked side by side, he looked up at you with eyes shining with admiration. Sukuna adored his new name, not just for its sound or its meaning, but because it was a gift from you. It symbolized a new beginning, a sign of your faith in him. In that simple name, he found a deep sense of identity and purpose. He hoped beyond hope that this newfound connection would last.

Feeling the gravity of this moment, he tightened his grip on your hand. You looked down at him and smiled—a gesture that sealed his newfound faith in this bond. At that moment, Ryomen Sukuna felt as though he had been reborn. No longer just a boy lost in the festival's chaos, but a person with a role, a duty, and a place in the world. His life, from that moment forward, was to be lived for you, in devotion to the path you would guide him on. You had become his guardian, his mentor—his goddess—and he, in turn, devoted himself to be your loyal follower.

This rebirth was not just about a new name but a whole new existence shaped by the promise of guidance and protection under your watchful care. As the festival carried on around you, with its myriad lights and shadows, Sukuna walked confidently by your side, secure in his new identity and the journey ahead.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x oc #jjk x oc #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x oc #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x oc #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna #jjk ryomen #sukuna x you #sukuna jjk #ryoumen sukuna x reader #kayu writes ! ! !

[hallofharmony]

ok i've been meaning to make this post for a while bc i haven't seen anyone else do this but

sky: cotl terminology!

sky fandom has a lot of terminology that could be confusing if you're a new player or just don't interact with the fandom that much. below is a list of words you might see around and what they mean. let me know if i missed anything ^-^

Sky kid/skid: the little guy you're playing as.

Moth: New players in sky. usually rock the default look. they're called this because the brown cape kinda makes them look like real moths :3

Butterfly: An advanced moth. usually wear base game cosmetics like plain capes and masks. have figured out the general mechanics but not enough to be considered an advanced player.

Veteran: Someone who's been playing for a while. you "officially" become a vet if a spirit from your first season comes back as a TS.

Chibi: player who wears the base game mask that makes them small, known as the "chibi mask".

Ikemen: players that are subjectively considered "handsome". Usually vets that wear rhythm or fire prohet pants, any of the elders' hair and owl hair, among other things. ikejou is the female equivalent.

Ts/traveling spirit: a spirit from a past season returning after a lengthy period of time (at least a year) where you're able to buy their cosmetics for regular candles while they're at home for 4 days.

Sc/season candles: orange candles that are strictly used to buy seasonal cosmetics from current season spirits. you obtain them from doing dailies during season, as well as getting them from candles scattered around the realm

Cr/candle run: refers to an activity where you go around collecting candles

wl/winged light: The little glowy guys that give you wings, increasing your stars

wl run/winged light run: refers to an activity where you go around collecting winged light

wedges/stars: the pattern on your cape that indicates how many winged lights you have

Owl hair: hair that has 2 tuffs that resemble an owl. like the season of rhythm ult hair or the season of performance ult hair

Ult/Ultimate reward: Cosmetics you receive from the season guide when you buy the season pass. Ults are the only cosmetics that don't return after a season ends.

Chibi fall: A glitch utilizing chibi mask. here's how to do it.

Oob/out of bounds: referring to going outside the wind walls and outside the borders. oobing is a big part of sky culture :)

Piggy rocket: a glitch utilizing the piggyback friendship emote, where when 2 players press the piggyback icon on each other at the same time they shoot in the sky, never seeming to stop.

Wind walls: invisible walls made of wind that prevent players from going outside the level to places they shouldn't be.

Krills: fan given name for the big scary dark creatures that roam in wasteland. As far as im aware, they're only ever strictly referred to as "dark dragons" in game and never as "krill" officially

Tgc/thatgamecompany: the developers behind sky.

sky: The Light Awaits: The beta of sky (before the current beta) where tgc allowed a handful of people on to test the game. thought to include this one as i was confused to what it was when i started playing :)

Elder names: again including these because i was also hella confused about them as a new player. but you might see some people use these names to refer to the elders, all of them being from concept art

Daleth: Isle elder

Ayin: Prarie elder

Teth: Forest elder

Sahmekh: Valley elders (sah being the spiky haired twin and mekh being the other one)

Tsadi: Wasteland elder

Lamed: Vault elder

Alef/Resh: Eden Elder/ The king

that last few are spoilers for the end game.

Ac/ ascended candles: candles you obtain after giving winged light to statues in eden. for every 4 statues you get 1 AC

Orbit: the place you end up in after you die in eden, where you go to be reborn.

Megabird: Giant star swirl thing you see at the end credits and hinted at throughout the game. called "megabird" in concept art and made out to be a god. more info

#long post #sky children of the light #sky cotl #thatskygame #that post i reblogged reminded me of this hajjs

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

Hello👋, I think this is the first time sending you an ask, I really like your blog and I have a question about something.

And if Y/N were a monkey like SWK's/Monkey King's, how would they react?

I imagine Y/N to be a very pretty white monkey with green or blue eyes (^w^).

I also wanted to know what their reaction would be like if they purred with Y/N or if Y/N started to purr🤔.

Do it if you want!☺️

Aww Thank you i'm glad you like it This makes me feel better about my whole blog🥰🥰 I will gladly answer your question.

You are (Y/N) a Monkey with white fur and Piercing blue eyes. You're pretty Well known for making Food that can heal diseases And fix injuries. Many would come to the very top of your mountain home to ask for your help, But the thing is, you are anti social and you don't like humanity or the demons. We were taking a nap 1 day when suddenly when a Something smacked into The tree you were sleeping in and you Wake up to see another monkey???

(LMK Wukong) He was stunned 😲 he has never seen anything like you. Your snow White fur and your navy blue eyes stared into his very soul. He was also quite perplexed, the only celestial monkeys,He knows of his himself and Macaque So imagine his shock to find us another one in fact a female one. You know exactly who this guy is The monkey king the great sage equal to heaven and all that bull crap, he already sounds annoying So without any word you quickly Kick them off your mountain. Unfortunately that didn't stop him from coming back. Over the years, he wore you down So you finally throw him a bone. And now you two have been married for god knows how long. Their was never a time where you and Wukong purred together as you Cuddle and you kissing him.

(Nezha Reborn wukong) This Guy harasses you something fierce it's been like this for years. With a beautiful Creature that stares at him like dirt on your boots He always comes by flirt and try to court you. Every time you kick him off your mountain he just bounces right back, he just couldn't take a hint. You're kind of glad he Didn't, Because your Marriage wouldn't be what it is today He loves head and chin Scratches because his purrs would be heard from all over the room Along with yours when you're Relaxing with him.

(Monkey Reborn Wukong) You to meet this A**hole when the monk Tang comes to you asking for your assistance for the journey. He's perplexed to find a female Celestial monkey, He'll never admit it but he thought your fur and eyes were kinda pretty. You of course rejected his Master's request and immediately told them to get off your mountain. Wukong didn't like that and demanded that you do what his master saids. Yeah, it did not take long for the exchange To get heated and you both throw hands And the most hilarious part is that He absolutely lost. that was the beginning to a very violent rivalry There was never a time where you were Both weren't yelling, exchanging insults or just full out fighting. Soon a violent fight led to a rather intense make out session before he froze and Dashed away from you something changed from there and soon enough you both got togethersure their was still fight but not violent like before. He'll tease you for purring but shuts up Immediately if he purred Too.

(Hero is back wukong) He may not show it but he was interested in you Appearance, he's never seen anything like you. Not only are you a female celestial monkey, but one with snow white Fur and sharp blue eyes. And it seems like you remind him of himself in a way. You don't socialize at all. He takes his time getting pass your walls and you two become friends and years later get married. I imagine his purrs are deep and that usually tell you that he's either relaxed or Sleeping

(Netflix Wukong) you never got along with the monkey Elders especially with how the ostracized a new monkey who Simply wants to fit in with them. That's right your the only one who befriend Wukong and stayed with him. Sure he was a handful but that's because he was literally brand new. He always like playing with your snow White fur and your eye always head comfort rather then Judgment you purr Quietly While He is also purrs rather loudly but that because you're always petting him

There you Go Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #just girlboss things #annoyed reader #x wife reader

[lelanida]

After the warm hills of the Hidden Forest, we climb higher and higher until the raindrops become snowflakes. When a cold wind blows in our face, we will see stunning views of the most developed region and the cultural capital of the ancient kingdom - the Valley of Triumph.

Life on the cold cliffs, where winter takes up most of the year, seems impossible, but the inhabitants of the mountains had their patron, who stood between warm-blooded people and winter blizzards. Ognivo.

One of the most important holidays held in honor of Ognivo was days of fortune. The inhabitants of the mountains believed that once a year, Ognivo dies out and is reborn in a new body. This day was considered the beginning of the new year and was celebrated with a big festival. In this way, people demonstrated their gratitude to Ognivo for their patronage by creating masks symbolizing the new appearance of the deity. All the appearances of the Ognivo included various animals, which were repeated, making up a cycle. This cycle was depicted as a golden ring and was similar to the zodiac known to us. According to it, they also made a kind of horoscope and believed that the year in which you were born affects your personality.

In the Valley of Triumph, writing appeared before everyone else, and therefore, the myths about Ognivo were re-read from generation to generation. It can be said that Ognivo were not just a god. They were the national hero of the Valley. They were a friend and relative of any inhabitant of the mountains, from young to old. But with no one did they have such a friendship as with Elder Priestess. When the future elder appeared in the Valley, of course, she found out about the Ognivo. Not every deity could boast of such love. Priestess, being a semi-divine entity, could see inhabitants of limbo and, accordingly, Ognivo themself. Ognivo was wary of the guest at first but soon realized that Praistes is a pure soul who loves the Valley with all her heart, just like them.

It can be considered that the union of Ognivo and Priestess is the opposite of the confrontation between Teth and Dryad. The Priestess ruled the people, leading them to the Megabird, and Ognivo ruled the valley itself. After all, why should they divide something if together they will bring much more benefit?

One day, everything changed.

The cult of Ognivo lasted much longer than the other gods of the pantheon. That's because when Daleph and Alef arrived in the Valley, the Priestess refused to get rid of Ognivo. "They are part of the Valley. They were here, even before me. We have no right to drive them away." Aleph was not happy with such an outcome. He did not want the cult of the Megabird to compete with any other. But he did not argue with Priestess. Time passed, and Ognivo outlived the pantheon, seeing how the Four of the Isle, Prismix, and Dryad fell one after another. Alas, even Ognivo were destined to go out forever at one moment.

It was a great joy for the whole Valley when the elder had children. But it was also a great shock for the Family because no one thought that such a thing was possible. The mischievous twins won the hearts of the inhabitants of the mountains, and everyone was waiting for the moment when they would rule the Valley on an equal footing with their mother. But unfortunately, this was not destined to happen. After the birth of the twins, the Priestess's core received too much damage and began to gradually lose strength. Priestess did not die in a bang. She've been fading away for a long time, year after year. Until her inner star has completely outlived its light.

Ognivo was inconsolable.

The orphaned twins were too young to rule the Valley on their own. And while they were mourning for their departed mother, the Family assumed responsibility for the mountain kingdom. They decided to get rid of the Ognivo first. It's not like the old deity had the strength left to fight. They were not defeated. They were imprisoned in their own altar. After that, at the state level, people were forbidden to celebrate the days of fortune. However, Alef soon realized that the days of fortune were not just a celebration in honor of the deity but an important event for the people themselves. It was a celebration of family unity, folk festivals, and gift exchange. It cannot be so easily erased from history. For this reason, the prince appointed a new holiday - days of feast. The meaning is exactly the same, but the date is different, and all mentions of Ognivo have been erased. And so the last god of the pantheon fell ingloriously.

Recently, those new crystals from the Vault have become popular among skykids for recording messages. But I hope that despite this, we will not forget to periodically leave candles on Ognivo's altar. After all, they actually read them.

#sky children of the light #thatskygame #sky cotl #that sky game #sky oc #pantheon of kingdom au #goodbye im dead now #i hope you appreciate the fact that i explained Chinese new year in sky #using sky lore #priestess

[fancy-fangs]

I see some people making the "the egg of a sea god" thing about a god we don't know about, and give gilleon a new parent. Like theories about his real parents and bla bla. Which is cool and also adds up and is super interesting imo.

But don't we also already have the answer? Is it not about the Leviathans? He was literally born out of a sea gods egg in a storm of red thunder and we know all about it.

He came out of the luxbrous pearl, which was previously literally held by a Leviathan. He was in it, and it cracked and he jumped out, fully reborn after what happened with the elders. In a red storm, in the middle of the sea, above another leviathan that created that storm.

He jumped into his families arms. He was reborn. He decided to no longer just be the chosen one he was taught to be, but instead be the gilleon tidestrider he has become since he was cast out.

We literally witnessed all of it.

(I also especially love this idea because of his obsession with the Leviathans and similar. Imagine how excited he'd be, realizing he is deeply related to these creatures he always saw as inherently badass and incredible and beautiful)

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi spoilers #gilleon tidestrider #jrwi gillion

[spotsupstuff]

What is your take on how The Cycle works in Rain World?

Because I was reading the most recent post of Sparrow and it said that she died and came back, but then in other post it said she reincarnated as someone else??? It left me a little bit confused

i gotchu, good fellow, doncha worry (reminder to the lore nerds out there that this is Specifically my take on this with which i am Not tryin to stick to the canon lore with teeth n nails. this is my very own bog to trudge through)

SO in my for-the-serotonin take that we constantly poke at here, there are Actual Gods present (based off of the existence of the Void Worms, spun a lil more wildly outwards into world-building). they had been forgotten or forsaken by a lot of the population in favor of their little man-made gods aka the Iterators

the only places where the faith in them survives are the ones where the folk culture persists still. so Sparrows is technically a pagan! this whole eradication of the original local believes happened as a result of religious colonization of the whole world by a culture originating in The Wellspring. think what happened in Europe with pagan believes and christianity

this came to me when i realized how fuckin weird it is that the ENTIRE planet went through with the Mass Ascension. where's the cultural variety? Somebody would have resisted, somebody would have stayed- some branch of culture and belief would have looked at that n wouldve gone "are you stupid what the fuck, that's not how That spiritual aspect Works. get lost with that" because the religions just wouldn't match

either way- the existence of the Folk OG Gods is important to know, because this whole "die, but come back to life again the next day" kush was a gift from one of the Gods!!! one of them thought that it is unfair that a life should be cut so early, that an individual should lose all that they've developed in this life spontaneously, often because of things they couldn't even control. it was meant to be a mercy. a near bottomless bucket of second chances to pull from and keep trying living the best and happiest life one could possibly lead

The Wellspring Ancients with the belief that took gloobal control and then the Extremist of that religion however started propagating this blessing as a curse. so little haters syndrome

reincarnation as a different person happens when one is too young or too old

when kids die they don't come back as the same people because their etheric and astral bodies haven't been developed fully yet and are therefore not rooted in the smaller cycle of Respawning since they aren't whole yet when elders die they don't come back as the same people because their energy for life at that point is largely depleted and they cannot hold on to the Respawn cycle, so to speak. so granda can bitch about the younglings on his lawn as much as he wants but he better fuckin stay indoors if he wants to stay past the Respawn expiration date

that's how reincarnation that we are familiar with in real life happens in RW! some things from past life still stay with them even into the next life. Sparrows' past life consisted of studying and fucking around with technology a lot, so when she was born as the person we know her as now, she was a techie prodigy

just like in actual Buddhism, person's karma at the end of their life determines where and as what they will be born. Sparrows sucked at the religion shit in the past life as well so she was born into lower, less comfy life than her previous one. and just like in actual Buddhism, an Ancient can be reborn as an animal or a plant if they sucked with their karma REALLY badly across multiple lives

#Spot says stuff #rw #rain world #sure ill throw it into the main tag for the fun #oc tag #stating again!!! this isnt meant to be canon lore complimenting!!!! dont lecture me on this im doin my own thing #i THINK that is all the thoughts i have to it currently -squints- if anythin u can ask for more clarification as always we might end up- #-developin smth neat together at the end of it who knows #my inspirations for this are ofc buddhism and then theosophy

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi! Whenever you get round to your requests, could you see if you can do this one?

OC female Targaryen reader × Aemond Targaryen story. Instead of Aemond accidentally killing Lucerys, he kills her and obviously the whole Dance of the Dragons start and then him and Daemon obviously both fight in the Gods Eye, perhaps he gets reborn but reborn in like Harry Potter universe and he gets told by fates or something that she was reborn there and he has to find her or something?

Not sure if you do crossovers? But you could always just get them reborn again to start again? Just thought crossovers were cool 😎

AN- So, I am writing headcanons for this; enjoy your crossover... Also, Aemond's reborn name is Aries and (Y/N)'s is Delphinus.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond...

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Warnings- None except for Gryffindor vs Slytherin

GIF Credits to @my-harry-potter-generation

You were Lucerys' elder sister but younger than Jace and your dragon was the Bronze Fury.

You were bastard, just as your siblings; but you were loved more than anyone of them, and played multiple roles for your family.

You were Rhaenyra's darling daughter; Daemon's political advisor; Jace's partner of history lessons; Luke's Valyrian teacher and Rhaenys' little sweetheart.

Instead of Luke, you go to Storm's End on Vermithor.

And you meet your uncle there, beside one of Baratheon's daughters.

Everything went from bad to worst, and ended with your dead and Vermithor went back grieving his rider's death.

The entire Dance unfolded as it had to; Vermithor was tamed by a bastard by the name Hugh Hammer and died a warrior's death.

Aemond met in a face-to-face battle with Daemon above the God's Eye. As a result, both of them died with their respective dragons.

A few years later, Aemond is reborn as a wizard in Malfoy family as the second son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy; younger brother of Draco, by a year.

While you took birth as Sirius Black's child with Marlene McKinnon and were under Remus Lupin's custody while your father remained in the prison.

Aemond was prophesied to have a soul mate when he turned ten.

He only remembered the major events of it.

Him on a dragon. Him killing a lady with brown hair and violet eyes. Him fighting a man with long blonde hair.

He is told of it when he was eleven by his mother, who was kind and loving and reassured him that even if he doesn't find her, then it is alright.

"Aries, I know this is a heavy burden to carry, my son. But even if you don't find her, or him, even then; it's alright. Because love doesn't have to be written in stars, just in hearts."

He reaches at the train, alongside his goon of a brother and his sidekicks; but soon find a vacant couch.

It was then when you met him.

And while he was overwhelmed with nostalgia and overbearing loss; you, Delphinus, were completely unaware of his inner conflict.

Sitting in front of him with a grin, you extend your hand to him, saying your name to him.

That was when he realized that you had no recognition of your shared past.

So, with a headstrong aim of reminding her who she was and of their shared past life.

But, the first problem comes in during the sorting ceremony.

Because he gets allotted to Slytherin, a.k.a. the most devious house of Hogwarts.

While you get sorted to Gryffindor, where you met the Golden Trio, a.k.a. archenemies of Draco Malfoy.

"It's better not to interact with them."

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanons #house of the dragon headcanons #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond one eye #house of the dragon aemond #prince aemond

[heartfullofleeches]

Dea headcannons please?

*Gets dragged to hell by ankles while screaming on top of my lungs*

-🪔

Dea is exactly one millenia older than "the big bang"

Dea's lips move, but when they speak its directly through a mental link. Their voice grows fuzzy if they are over stimulated or upset. Similar things that occur when they are flustered are their human form "unraveling" and hiccups in reality. They are very easy to tease.

Dea almost never walks in front of you. In their travels, they have learned it is seen as disrespectful to walk in front of elders or highly respected gods by most.

Dea rarely kills for you. They will "rewrite" rivals/those who cause you harm into another life. Depending on what said person has done to you, they can either be reborn as a human or a cockroach.

Their go to phrasing for you is "My Grace", but they may also call you "My/Infinity" or "Mercy."

Dea has created a pocket dimension where they play house when you're away from home. It's a town made up of all the places you've spent together and your home. They are embarrassed by it so they would never tell you about it, but if something happened to your world that's where they'd take you.

#Dea my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere god #yandere x darling

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

My thoughts & feeling about the Imbibitor Lunae's recent story leaks, in regards to Renheng / Xingyue & Dan feng himself

i'm pretty sure other folks have made posts trying to piece together the timeline, but even with the actual story sections the events of Dan Feng's sins are still super unclear

Starting with Dan Feng because he's my skrunkly; this dude really thought his power and position made him god-like with little regard to mortals below him while fighting with the HCQ

i know there were past leaks where DF was vaguely described as pretty emotionless and detached. but man he really does not give a shit people with his active detachment BUT the quick gazes & mentioned sharing drinks with the HCQ really makes it seem like DF went from consistent detachment throughout his current & past lives and then became absolutely ride or die for his (new) friends.

I have a feeling that the constant cycle of being reborn & being forced immediately into preparing to be the High Elder, Being the High Elder & caring out those duties, and dying as the High Elder. The cycle keeps going on and on. He probably had no TIME to indulge in normal ass things like friends or any other non-professional social life. But them he meets these 4 weirdos who treat him as just One Of The Guys and immediately comes ride or die for them.

The mask of emotionless & cold detachment comes crumbling down around his new found friends. This honestly probably punches DF in the gut because these sensations are new and wack to him, I love the idea of him being a lil unhinged and drunk on the power of friendship BUT ONLY with the HCQ. the emotional whiplash the people around him problem experience is probably so hilarious because they see him having a blast with his friends and theyre like omg is that the high elder omg i didn't think he was such a party lizard but then IMMEDIATELY goes back into his cold & collected personality the moment someone else interacts with them all. The moment he starts feeling the power of friendship he's like "am i sick? whats happening to me oh my god why does my brain feel like bees" unable to process the emotions trying to reboot his brain constantly like a fucking windows computer. we love an autistic king!

ok this was supposed to a more serious post abt DF & the actual events in the leaked story but my brain automatically thinks of HCQ shenanigans

do i need to say more about "that exceedingly arrogant craftsman" like holy Fucking Shit this is fucking gay. his emotionless detachment in battle & his quick/mostly neutral thoughts about his other friends, but with Yingxing he goes into gay annoyance/admiration mode.

I really wish that Yingxing wasn't a short-lifed species because this whole dynamic SCREAMS slow-burn to me. DF's standoff-ish behavior & genuine annoyance towards YX and his arrogance but it slowly becomes more & more endearing as the rest of the HCQ get him to come outta his "stick up his ass" shell to eventually the realization hits and becomes giddy & drunk on his overwhelmingly intense love for YX and becomes a slightly feral lizard, even in public with the HCQ And giving YX gay gay homosexual gay immortality dragon heart juice would still be a thing with YX dying in battle.

Before I end this, I'll just touch up on the more Depressing events in DH IL's story leaks:

DF's emotional detachment to others & friendly relationship with the HCQ leads him & YX to wanting to carry out some sort of "Plan" which probably involves whatever conversation DF & YX we were able to listen in on at Scalegorge Waterscape (or was DF just sneaking YX into Scalegorge Waterscape so that he could research Vidyadhara craftsman techniques?). But since these are DH's dreams even HE doesn't know whats going on.

my general thought process was: DF & YX are planning something together (making YX immortal?), weird fucking shapeshifting flesh monster is tthere?, YX telling him to commit to a decision, DF having the star & red bloodcell vision (was he glanced at by Yaoshi while trying to use the Dragon heart to make YX immortal?), Then Baiheng comes crashing into to try and stop the monster (why was she THERE?)

it doesn't make sense that Baiheng was the one DF planning to bring new life to. Since her sudden appearance is a surprise to him & YX was only described as wounded but able to protect and use his sword

since these are DH's dreams & fragmented memories. With out the other story beats, could it be possible that the "bury his old friend" and "grant them new life" were two different people? DF coming to grant YX immortality but Baiheng gets disintegrated thus DF buries a friend & give the other new life.

Were missing a lot of context here, did YX later get injured so badly that DF tries to revive him? or was the Yaoshi flesh monster completely unrelated and they HCQ were trying to stop it and beiheng fucking dies? does DF try to bring Baiheng back while having his weird ass blood and flesh vision & things go Very Wrong and YX gets caught in the crossfire, making him into the monster we know today? is that why Blade is always going on about how him & DF have to pay the price for THEIR sins? They tried to bring Baiheng back and committed the greatest taboo and they created something horrible (Baiheng abomination & Blade's immortality?)

I'm gonna try Not dwelling on the details here since we need even MORE context now. This post is getting SO long, i will leave it at that & think more about HQC domestic bliss

#honkai star rail #hsr leaks / #dan feng #imbibitor lunae #blade hsr #renheng #xingyue #eitan.txt

[darkestspring]

Reborn Aelyra is in Luke’s place but is not killed but kidnapped and Rhaenyra declares war because they kidnapped her daughter

oh god, oh fuck, oh shit.

Aelyra had known that Luke was too young for something like this, she knew the dangers of diplomacy. Borros Baratheon would not align himself with her mother unless there was something he could gain in return for his loyalty.

Cowardice. The one thing Aelyra hated above all else.

"I will go instead of Luke." She had announced to her mother and father (it had taken a long time to get used to addressing them as their roles towards her in this life.) as she stood up.

Rhaenyra and Daemon had both looked at her, she was the spitting image of their late grandmother/mother. She had been a child who valued knowledge above all else, stoic and quiet. As if she was just waiting for her life to go by.

Luke and Jace has also stared at their elder sister, one with hidden relief and one with worry. There was a chance that Aemond would be in Storm's End. They were both aware of his obsession with her.

"Swear to me you will go as a messenger, not a knight." Rhaenyra had pleaded with her daughter as she stood next to her dragon, the cannibal.

Aelyra knew better than to make promises she could not keep. If a fight was coming then she would fight. "I will try." She replied before taking one more look back and climbing onto her dragon and flying away.

Vhagar was already there and the cannibal had eyed her with his toxic eyes, softly growling at his rider, his mother. "Lykiri." Aelyra whispered softly to him, running her hands over his hot scales soothingly.

Aelyra eyed the dragon that had once been her husband's and climbed down from her dragon, steeling herself. This was war, this fate had been decided when those foolish idiots passed over her firstborn, her beloved Rhaenys, in favor of a male heir, going against her wishes.

Aemond's eye watched her enter in the same way that a predator would watch their prey but she had faced worse things.

"Honorable Lord Baratheon." She ignored Aemond completely and looked straight ahead at Borros Baratheon. Even if she despised his and his cowardice, the self serving nature of the lord in front of her, she would still give him the demanded respect. "A letter from my mother."

It should have been Rhaenys, It should have been her first born to be heir. The thought filled her with guilt but the injustice burned her even more.

Aelyra handed the letter off to the maester and displeasure filled her as she was sent back.

"Wait, Lady Targaryen." Aemond called out for her but she did not stop. She exited with grace as the rain soaked her to the core.

Even now, Aemond thought, unable to contain his anger, you're still walking away from me. I claimed Vhagar to be able to be someone by your side as you had claimed the cannibal. I kept up with my studies and my sword fighting to be on par with you and defend you but you still.

"She still won't look at me..." He muttered, dark eyes staring after her before he stormed after her, ignoring the calls of lord baratheon.

Aelyra could feel his presence behind her as she tried to calm cannibal. He could feel her panic, her underlying rage. Seeing Vhagar didn't calm him either. "Lykiri, it's okay." She hushed him, tensing as she felt him behind her.

"Lady Targaryen." His voice was dark, nearly growling as if he was as much of a dragon as Vhagar was. "How I've missed you."

"Why would you? There was never anything between us." She retorted, her purple eyes glaring as she spun around. "Take any ill intent towards me and cannibal will be happy to eat you whole."

As if to back her words, cannibal bared his teeth and growled at Vhagar.

"You were meant to be my wife and I will take what is mine." He hissed down at her, barely dodging the cannibal as he dragged her over to vhagar.

Fighting was useless, Aelyra realized. He barely reacted when she scratched and bit and punched him.

"Rhaenyra." Daemon spoke softly to his wife as he clutched the letter from Storm's End in his hands. "There's news from Storm's End."

A smile played on her face. So, her daughter had done it. Her precious child.

"Aemond had taken our daughter hostage." Daemon was a s gentle as his rage would allow and Rhaenyra immediately felt cold. No, not her daughter.

"What?" She croaked, her mouth felt as if she had swallowed sand.

"He kidnapped her from Storm's End as she was about to leave on her dragon. He has taken her to King's Landing." Daemon swallowed the urge to chew his own tongue out as he spoke the next word. "He intends to make her his wife."

her heart collapsed and her body with it. Her nails dug into the stone floors as her husband dropped next to her. The thought of giving up came to her, end this stand-still and go to her daughter. Let Aegon be king but leave her daughter alone.

"We'll get her back, I promise." Daemon whispered to her. "Our girl will return to us."

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere aemond targaryen x reader #reborn aelyra au

[corre1310-blog]

What If Cetrion Is A Human In Liu Kang's New Timeline

We all know that Raiden was reborn as human in Liu Kang's New Timeline.So, what if my favorite MK11 Cetrion was reborn as human instead of Elder God?

Cetrion is a newcomer Romanian foreigner university student who studies agriculture in Zhejiang University.She comes to Fengjian for studies related working & she met Raiden & Kung Lao while she appreciates the aesthetic of Fengjian village

Despite both of Raiden & Cetrion didn't know each others,they felt deja-vu as they used to meet each others but don't know where & how (Also, Kung Lao felt jealous)

#mk #mortal kombat 1 (2023) #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 #raiden #mk raiden #mk1 raiden #mk cetrion #cetrion #mk11 Cetrion #mk11 fanart #mk fanart #mortal kombat fanart #cetrai #cetrion x raiden #raiden x Cetrion #kung lao #mk kunglao #mk1 kung lao

[rarepears]

SVSSS is aware of the birth of their Godly Creator

Imagine the chaos if, upon Airplane's transmigration/birth, everyone in SVSSS knew that this baby, this Shang Qinghua, was the Creator who had been sent to experience the world that he created. As a mortal that is.

So... what happens?

For one, the Shang Family gets a major boost in status. Clearly they have been a virtuous upstanding family that have caught the eye of the gods to be rewarded with such an honor as being allowed the honor of having the Creator as their child in this reincarnation cycle.

Many families, imperial families included, send their gifts and well wishes. Plenty more try to get into the Shang Family's favor in hopes of gaining access to the Creator (and all the unsaid benefits of that is a given.) Hundreds of marriage proposals come flooding in.

But for the Shang Family, this is a terribly stressful situation. How does one go about raising a child that's actually a god stuck in mortal form? Does this child still have his godly powers? Does the Creator have memories of his godhood?

Instead of just having annoying elders butting in with childcare advice, the Shang Family has dozens upon dozens of letters with "kindly advice". They now have to deal with spies posing as servants trying to get access to the baby to start influencing the baby's opinions and personality.

And then there's the maniacs. There's the insane people who want revenge for their misfortunes in life because obviously it was the Creator who wrote such a fate for them. Some want to kidnap and torture the baby. Others want to take the child hostage and demand that the god uses his godly powers to rewrite their fate. Others think that they can convince the child to somehow enable them to have insane luck and wealth.

Of course, there's also people who don't believe that Shang Qinghua is the Creator reborn. Maybe they think it's another child; maybe they think that it's impossible for the Creator to descend to the world. Maybe they think it's just rumors exaggerated.

Add into the mix the scam artists who do their best to convince the populace that it's another child (or themselves) that is the true Creator. (Imagine Wu Yanzi parading Shen Jiu around as the "True God" lol.)

There's also folks who distance themselves from Shang Qinghua. They do think that Shang Qinghua is truly the Creator, but they suspect that living a mortal life is a punishment for the god and these people don't want to get involved with knowing whatever crime the Creator must have committed to suffer such a fate.

Poor Shang Qinghua. Even his parents are too reverent (and kind of fearful?) of him for them to be proper loving parents.

#svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #scumbag self saving system #shang qinghua #scum villian self saving system #the terrifying ordeal of being known: where SVSSS cast already know that Airplane is the Creator upon his transmigration au #mxtx #shen jiu