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HELLOOOO LETS KILL OURSELVES OVER HERINES HARASAEON. evil of you to do this when im hungover i already almost teared up literally just seeing kiva have her own character tag. like those are my babies from my silly little head and people are creating beautiful things for them!!!! insanity. let's go:

"I just needed a plot device in order to make that boy talk about his feelings bc he only does it if he's homicidal or inebriated" another horrible day fighting the hella-rin allegations

"She never touches his skin, only his scalp, only when doing his hair." fuck the hangover i need a DRINKKK

ama. my best worldbuilding addition by far but also my mortal enemy

"Rin wants to venture into the realm of the gods, find which one is responsible for time, and hold a knife to its throat. He’d force it to turn back the hourglass and eat his words. He’d get on his knees before it and tell it that time itself, and every word spoken, and every word unspoken, must bend to the queen." this whole thing is quite literally some of my favourite writing of all time this is insane this is tattooed onto every inch of my skin i preach this from street corners i spray paint it on buses i-

THE WITCH HAS SHORT HAIR? INTERESTING

they're all so formal lmaoooo. down with monarchy but my harasaeons are okay ig

DRAKO AND AKILA MENTIONED IN A FIC INCIDENT 2 DEAD ONE STILL WRITING LETTERS

"He was born as an apology and he lives the life of a paragon. He likes to be responsible." nova your days are numbered. when i catch you

YOU EQUATED KIVA'S INFLUENCE ON THE PROCEDURE TO SUNLIGHT WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF. AND ALL THE LANGUAGE REGARDING SHADOW/DARKNESS WITH RIN. MY LAST STRAW

"Her hand brushes a strand of hair back behind his ear, and he hears, more than feels, the kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life

KIVA OBEYS. I CANT DO THIS

clean clay is such a fun addition i love that. also love how official you made the practise of witchcraft bc that's EXACTLY what i want from it like it's literally like talking to any other medical professional

"He spends his time in the sunlight of the library, Kidaro napping on the windowsill, with political treatises, historical scrolls, and the occasional epic poem spread out around him like a hurricane, a method to its madness. He enjoys it. He was always a child with his head in the clouds. He does miss music, though. The palace can get quiet" MY BABY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

RIN IS THE OBEDIENT ONE. KIVA OBEYS. DOG MOTIF HARASAEON IS THE BULLET IN THE GUN IM HOLDING

HELPPPPPP MARY IS KINDA GAGGING HIM HERE LMFAO I LOVE HER

HE TOLD HER ABOUT LILLA????? KING PUT THE VODKA DOWNNNNNNNNNN

"Royal blood, good for nothing but animal feed." NOVA. WHEN. I. CATCH. YOU

AND HE CANNOT ASK DRAKO. THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE MAATUI BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WILLEM IS SOMETHING THEY CANT MAKE PEACE WITH

'would you still love me if I was a worm?' caught me SOO OFF GUARD IM CACKLING I CANT BELIEVE YOU ADDED THAT

"Rin had created a ten-step plan for the event that one of them met the same fate." HES SUCH A NERD I WOULD KILL FOR HIM

memory so bad i actually checked my kuserian dictionary bc i was like 'oooo ghost being translated to death-shadow is cool why dont i remember that' girl....

HAMMARIIIIIIIII. the way even her name made my stomach flip. what if i cried

got too immersed in the procedure and forgot to live react oops

"he would do anything if it meant he was doing it right" "It’s just that a firstborn is a war. A firstborn is a hurricane with a thousand buzzing wings. It is an omen seared into the back of all their necks, it is once-in-a-generation, it is a gift from the gods. And Rin is not one."

DID YOU. DID YO UFCKNING PUT EPIC OF GILGAMESH IN THIS. DIIIIID YOU FUCKING DO THAHFT. HOW LONG IS THE EYE ABLE TO LOOK AT THE SUN FROM THE VERY BEGINNING NOTHING AT ALL HAS LASTED HE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING IN THE STORY OF GODS AND KINGS YOU WERE DEAD BEFORE THE INK DRIED

drako's first thought only being to ask 'will you be okay'. frankly i cant take much more. is this how you guys feel when i talk about them because this is AWFUL

"There were myths, in the burnt edges of the kingdom, that said that there were only ever two Harasaeons. The queen and the heiress, switching places in a cycle like night and day. Hammari and Kiva, two stages of the same life, the snake’s egg and the hummingbird. And then, their reincarnations, Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP

the philisophical conversation. is love a form of magic. the chasm of his birth. im going to GET YOU

"Please, Ama. You don’t have to love me anymore. Just remember how it felt when you did." THROWING UP BLOOD

that was. im a changed person i need 3-5 business days to think about this i need to call my mum i need to get drunk i need a fantasy witch to cut my tits off

omg hi!!! so true herines harasaeon group suicide girls night <3 and kiva has made her ao3 debut! she's girlbossing she's literally a debutante she is the queen of all time. yeah

-the witch does have short hair! she's from the east (where the monsters are) and yknow I figure that her powers are used for medicine, but if she didn't have all the safety things put in place (no sunlight, careful runes and careful chants) and just went hogwild on a monster she could basically Shigaraki that thing. monster hunting is her side hustle tbh

-the formal speech was fun for me idk. watched too much BBC Victoria with my mom and now I gasp like a gossiping old lady when I write the phrase "You have my permission to withdraw" bc it's SUCH a power-play it's so good.

-my days might be numbered but so are Rin's

-sunlight and shadow motif with nuance is always sm fun. me when characters are bright and carcinogenic. me when characters are invisible, shadows dogging their own steps, silent and beaten-down and elegant all the same. yeah

-“I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life too tbh, that's the line that really clicked the whole fic in place for me. kiva loves him but not enough to change him. baby boy good luck taking care of yourself. etc

-dog motif harasaeons you will always be famous

-clean clay and also the oldest sigils Mary paints on Rin are cuneiform if that wasn't clear. mesopotamian aesthetic goes hard

-Mary DOES kinda gag Rin lmao. she's literally so Kanut-coded I can't stand her. she's like 'i won't throw hands with a child but i will permanently invert his worldview with some moderately harsh words and also disrespect the queen if it means showing him that there's someone who supports his evolution wholeheartedly'

-he cannot ask drako!!! grief is something the harasaeons can't stand i think. kiva ignores rin like an open would because she grieves him and lilla. willem is given the same treatment

-"would you still love me if i was a worm" is a tonal shift I wasn't sure about but I think it works. something about siblings defaulting to poking fun at each other when they can't stand the truth. their love must go either unspoken or mocked. they can only survive it with a little humor and a little grace

-rin is the nerd of all time and i love him for it

-i'm gonna be so real death-shadow meaning ghost is something i stole wholesale from Mando'a. like the language for star wars mandalorians. but yknow what the concept fucks hard and george lucas doesn't own the literal mistranslations of his peripheral conlangs

-"It’s just that a firstborn is a war." harasaeons when they have to decide between an insane warmongering eldest daughter and literally anyone else

-yes i did put the epic of gilgamesh in there. yes i was browsing Amazon Goodreads for good quotes in the middle of my economics class. dw about it

-drako asking 'will you be okay' IS how we feel when you drop the saddest lore of all time on us unprompted, yeah x

-Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." me when Rin ending the cycle could have been construed as a positive ending to the cycle of generational trauma and violence but instead it is a betrayal to his heritage

-"is love a form of magic" is also one of the central lines of the piece. i wanted to show the deep childlike core of Rin's pain. Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend cause I hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you I thought good guys get to be happy I'm not happy. etc. you know how it is

tysm!!!!

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echdhu · 6 years

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Bucky & Sleipnir....the sketch came first,then the bit of fanfic silliness

Bucky and the Beast When Thor Odinsson asked King T'challa of Wakanda if he would look after the Asgardian's nephew,the King saw no reason to say no. After all,he was playing host to what remained of the Avengers so one more visitor would make no difference. He gave his assent,warned his people there would be another resident at the guest compound and went back to the complicated business of ruling a large country. The day Thor arrived with his nephew,only Barton & a recently-revived Barnes were in residence in the sprawling visitor's quarters. Aided by Wakandan doctors & scientists,and provided with a new prostethic arm,Barnes was making good ground in shedding the 'Winter Soldier' persona,but there was an unspoken agreement that one of the former Avengers would always be there with him..just in case. So Thor arrived to find the two sitting in the shade, enjoying the novelty of a peaceful day. 'Barton!' Thor waved at them,the hammer Mjolnir swinging in his fist.' It is good to see you again!' He slapped Barton on one arm,almost sending the archer head-first into a potted palm. 'And you..' he turned to Barnes..'you are the one they call ..the stag..?' 'Bucky' said Barnes,rather bemused 'my name is Bucky'. He turned to Hawkeye in confusion. 'Bucky,meet Thor Odinson. He's... eh...the god of thunder. From Asgard.' God of thunder? Asgard? Barnes' face was a picture,but he said nothing except 'Er..good to meet you..' 'So,what are you doing here, Thor?' Barton asked 'Don't tell me that brother of yours is on the loose again?' 'No. Well,not that I know of. But there is something amiss in Asgard,and it is Loki's son-my nephew-that I would protect. I have spoken with the king and he has agreed to my bringing him here.' Barton turned pale-if Loki's son was anything like his father,they were in trouble. Thor must have seen Hawkeye's reaction,because he added hastily 'No-my nephew is not as troublesome as my brother.' 'Really? I'll believe it when I see it...' Barton muttered to himself. 'Truly!' Thor turned back to the entrance to the compound an bellowed something in a strange language. 'He is loyal,and strong,and intelligent..' he paused and looked at the two mortal's faces as the nephew walked through the gate. 'Sleipnir,make your greetings to the Midgardians.' Barton & Barnes somehow managed to remain standing as an enormous grey horse walked towards them. It wore no bridle but there seemed to be several boxes strapped to its broad back. 'A horse' Barton said weakly. 'Your nephew's a horse?' 'Eight legs.' Barnes said. 'It's got eight legs!' The horse came to a stop beside Thor,and nodded its head in what might have been a bow. 'You will stay with the humans until I come to fetch you back to Asgard' he told the animal 'and you will assist them if necessary. Be good. I must leave now.' he turned back to the two dumbfounded men ' You will find all he needs in the chests he carries...I trust you to take care of him' He slapped the horse's neck affectionately and left in a swirl of red cloak,leaving the two humans and the horse staring at each other. 'O...K..' Barton was the first to recover his equilibrium..'I'm going to find someone and tell them Thor's nephew needs a different type of accomodation..Barnes,you get that stuff off him.' 'Gee,thanks' Barnes muttered,turning back to the patient Sleipnir. The horse regarded him curiously as he raised a hand to pat its neck ''Good boy'' he said hesitantly..the last time he could remember being near a horse was back in the day when he was a kid,and the milkman's cart had been drawn by a docile old nag,nothing near the size of this grey giant. He also seemed to remember that you didn't make sudden moves around horses so he carefully removed the chests strapped to the horse's broad back. Even with his augmented strength, he found the carved wooden boxes weighed a hell of a lot and he grunted as he eased them to the ground. 'You must be a real heavyweight,pal' he said to the horse. Sleipnir whickered, swinging his head round to nudge Barnes' shoulder,then pulled his head back,ears canting backwards. 'Yeah. That's the tin one' he said, 'don't worry,it's not contagious. Jeez,why am I talking to a horse?' He was saved from waiting for an answer from Sleipnir by Barton returning with a retinue of house staff. After their initial suprise,in a very short time they had repurposed an empty storeroom into a comfortable straw-filled stable. The chests proved to hold feed,tack,brushes and everything else the well-kept horse could need. The grain in the feed chest,they noticed,replenished itself as Sleipnir ate. 'Asgardian magic' Barton shrugged. 'At least it saves T'Challa the hay bill. C'mon.let's leave him to settle in.' Sleipnir did seem to settle in,becoming a centre of interest for the other inhabitants of the House,although there was some mild hysteria when they discovered (courtesy of the internet)that Loki was actually the horse's mother. After Barton showed them how to use the brushes, Sleipnir could often be found standing hipshot and droop-eared in bliss as one or other of the ex-Avengers groomed him. Rogers declared the horse was the perfect running partner,the only one willing and able to keep up with him on his daily laps on the running track in the compound. 'But Barnes is able to keep up with you.' Lang looked up from where he was trying to make an ant bench-press a sugar-lump. 'Yeah, but he's a lazy-ass jerk who won't get up early..'' Curled up in his seat in the corner,Bucky looked up from his tablet and made a rude gesture with his metal hand.

Several nights later found Barnes pacing the floor.Even though the Winter Soldier was effectively gone the nightmares were still liable to come back,and tonight they showed up in spades, sparking memories. He tried to be quiet,for he knew that if Rogers heard him the other man would try to help talk away the horrors,and that would trigger more guilt for both of them. So Bucky paced,silently,until the walls felt as if they were squeezing the breath out of him and he headed out into the compound,with his demons snarling at his heels. Breathing hard,he didn't watch where he was going,walking blindly and trying to unsee the faces, forget the details.. His mindless steps took him into shadow and out again,until he bumped into something large and solid; purely by reflex he struck out,and the something grunted,and pushed back. Shaken for a moment from his memories,he looked up into the perplexed brown eyes of Sleipnir. The sudden absurdity of it hit him like a pole-axe,and he fell to his knees beside the huge hooves, curling up like an ammonite as the dark tsunami of the past swamped him.. ...Siberia..the cold stink of metal and hydraulics, agony and a voice like a knife in his mind ..The glow of snowfields under a full moon,the colours of the Northern lights flickering over the snow ...the faces of all his targets,men and women,young and old,no mercy,only the words in his head the green of forests in Spring,the scent of wildflowers and pine resin and the springing run of deer across the hills Slowly,Bucky uncurled. He became aware of a warm bulk beside him; a steady heartbeat like some immense drum,strangely comforting. 'Sleipnir?' he mumbled. A warm nose nudged him, urging him closer,and he found himself propped between four massive forelegs. More images filled his mind; tall mountains,waves battering a wild coastline,a sunrise over the ocean...... they flooded the darkness in his mind,turned it into twilight,into sunlight. Bucky rested his head against the horse's broad chest and sighed,falling into a dreamless sleep. Above him, Sleipnir kept watch, onyx eyes shining in the moonlight. There was consternation the next morning when Bucky was found missing from his room,and the muffled hubbub woke him. Confused,he sat up,to be greeted by a soft whicker and Sleipnir nibbling his hair. ''Yeah mornin', big fella'' he said, stroking the horse's velvety nose. '' Hey,let's not tell anyone about the babysitting,OK?'' Sleipnir agreed. Bucky started. ''You can understand me?'' Of course; Sleipnir could understand him! Silverhand was his friend. Silverhand was kind- ''Hah!'' Bucky muttered No,Silverhand was kind. The demons in his mind were nothing. Sleipnir could chase them away. Bucky sat there open-mouthed,propped between the impossible creature's forelegs. A horse. A horse (albeit an eight-legged semi-divine one) could help him, take the Winter Soldier's atrocities out of his head... ''How long?'' He twisted round to look the horse in the eyes. A while. Sleipnir was not sure. Barnes got the impression of moons waxing and waning; but still..to be free of the results of the thing that HYDRA had planted in his mind.. He heard his name being called; standing,he tweaked one of the horse's ears affectionately. ''Let's keep this between ourselves for the moment,huh? Not sure if anyone would believe me...'' But eventually the secret came out. When Sam found that Bucky could understand Sleipnir,he started singing ''If I could talk to the animals'' everytime Barnes was near. Having had the reference explained to him,Bucky quietly swore revenge..

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