#in that they pretend they don't have different needs and just keep building and structuring like only abled ppl use things

[spacedustmantis]

alright me and @chaos-caverns just spent the past few hours spitballing back and forth thoughts and ideas about triton biology within the jrwi riptide universe. here's what we got so far:

triton evolved to survive both in water and out of it (i mean they breathe air), but it's unlikely that they evolved to live on land/above water. obviously being on the surface won't kill them (we have three very alive examples to prove that) but they probably experience some serious debuffs while up there.

triton are described to live in very deep places, therefore being deep sea inhabitants.

in riptide we also have multiple references to the fact that the buildings in the undersea, or at least in the area that gillion grew up in, are in fact not filled with water, but with air. this means that triton can maneuver both through water and through air/on ground without issue. (this includes any differences in stuff like gravity, drag, walking vs swimming etc.)

we also see humans inside the capitol building, which means the atmospheric pressure inside that building, or at least that room, has to be much lower than the pressure in the water surrounding the buildings, which in turn means that triton (and other underwater races) are not harmed by drastic changes in pressure, nor by the much lower pressure of above water at mean sea level.

however, since building structures that can withstand the difference in atmospheric pressure is unnecessarily expensive and inefficient, it's likely that in general the rooms, even if filled with air, have the same pressure as the water outside, meaning that triton are not at all used to the low atmospheric pressure of the oversea, and any triton coming to the surface will most likely face some aches and pains while their body adjusts.

on top of that, fish can and will get sunburnt if the water is too clear or they swim to close to the surface, and the sunburns are much worse, sometimes even detrimental to the fishes health. this would mean that triton probably have very sun sensitive skin and if at the surface might need to stay in the shade or get some special potions to avoid permanent damage to their skin.

deep sea fish are much less dense than other fish for buoyancy reasons (if you've ever scuba dived before you know this). that includes their bones. triton have brittle bones and weigh much less than one would suspect.

triton definitely have some mammalian traits, as gillion has been described to sweat on multiple occasions

now for something really fun: the opah is the only known full warm blooded fish, and because of that has much more energy and is much faster than the other, very slow, deep sea fish that need to conserve their energy. it also has an internal temperature regulation system not unlike a radiator built in that is mostly used to keep it warm, but can also cool it down. considering triton seem to be the strong, agile, fighter type (pursuit predator), and don't overheat despite the vast difference in temperature between the undersea and the oversea, a circulatory system reminiscent of the one the opah has seems likely. again that just means the temperature change won't kill them, they might still get uncomfortable with the heat at first, or just in general. this could be one reason why gillion keeps jumping overboard. (trying to fact check some stuff and i just found out that some lizards cool off by standing around with their mouths open. i think that would be a very gillion thing to do)

now for something really really fun: the lungfish! and yes it's exactly what it sounds like, it's a fish with both gills and lungs. and it can fucking breathe below and above water. triton having both gills and lungs officially makes sense. (the lungfish is a freshwater fish found in shallow rivers and such, and i don't know how this would translate to a saltwater deep sea humanoid creature, if at all, but this is fucking fantasy alright? we're allowed to pretend that this is flawless logic)

fish, like amphibians, need to keep their skin moist if they want to survive. we just don't talk about it because most fish can't breathe above water. another reason why gillion jumps off the ship constantly. also explains why he keeps saying "stay moist" to caspian, who does not, in fact, need to stay moist.

now for the eyes. there's two factors to that: light sensitivity and light refraction.

let's start with light sensitivity. as we have previously established, triton did not evolve for survival on the surface, and they are deep sea creatures. both of that explains the darkvision, but also implies that their eyes are very likely to be highly sensitive to light and the daylight might be too bright for them to really be able to see well. as for a real life example, shark eyes are super well equipped to see in dark, murky waters as they have a layer of mirrored crystals behind their retina, reflecting the picture into the retina again to increase clarity. and bottom-dwelling or nocturnal sharks are in fact pretty light sensitive. all in all this makes for a good estimate for triton eyes. the fact that gillion's vision would already be too bright makes the fact that he keeps staring into the sun even more concerning. then again if you're already constantly blinded you might as well, right? (also i don't know if i'm remembering this correctly but isn't gillion's perception pretty low? this could be part of that. potentially)

now light refraction. the refraction of light underwater is different from the refraction in air. that's why everything is blurry when we open our eyes underwater, but not when we wear goggles. but we evolved to live above water, while triton, as previously established, evolved to live both in water and in air. since evolution would have no clue that they already see bad when in the sun and the smartest move would be to make them able to see when underwater really good, the most likely result would be that in an attempt to optimize triton would end up farsighted underwater and nearsighted in air, like frogs.

since triton's eyesight seems to be less than optimal no matter what, they have probably developed some senses to compensate, for example picking up subtle vibrations in the water around them, or good hearing or sense of smell.

a lot of aquatic mammals can close their nostrils so they don't get water in them, and seals can do the same to their ear canals. triton would also do that i think.

the fins on the side of triton's heads might be used for not only the usual fin stuff, like balance and steering, while underwater, but also as a sort of outer ear that funnels the sound waves into the ear canals to amplify their hearing while outside of it, and on top of that to express emotion, similar to almost every mammals ears except humans'. the fins on triton's limbs might also reflect their emotions, though probably much subtler. a lot of animals also use their ears to regulate heat, and this could very well translate to triton's fins.

also one final fun thought we had was that even though triton seem to be pursuit predators (actively hunting and fighting and running and stuff), they might be ambush predators instead (sneaking, ambushing etc.) and the reason gillion is Like That is because of his training, not because of triton biology.

i desperately hope there's no mistakes in this because there is no way that i am proof reading all of that at 1 am. anyways if you read this and think "oh hey, i know some stuff about deep sea fish/ aquatic mammals/ physics!" feel free to add some stuff. and if i said something wrong don't hold back.

@grizzlyplays i feel like you might enjoy this. we certainly did

#yeesh that took fucking ages #compiling everything and putting it in a coherent form was so much more work that i expected #jrwi spoilers #<- just in case #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #jrwi show #buggy thoughts #connecting the dots #silver screen

[jujutsukgojo]

Sukuna

Summary: The ones that knew you can at least say you tried. Your best friend, your student, the disgraced one, will always be your best friend. The origin of Sukuna Ryoumen, the curse, is on you.

TW: violence, angst, mild misogyny. Please beware of this!

I am tagging as i go so later chapters will have different warnings. There is some history here so i tried to keep up. It is very minor though. I don't own jjk or the characters.

“Master Tengen?” Said man turns around to see who called his name. His eyes squint to see who had called him. Although he is immortal, that doesn’t mean his body is. It is about time for a physical change again. After all, he can only last about a hundred or so years now. 

“We’re waiting for you,” The young man comes closer to the stronghold of jujutsu. “What are you doing Master Tengen?” 

  Humming, Tengen answers the curious young man who had just become a grade two. A respectable grade if you ask him. He thinks they all are since it is you who taught your class that. But he will be honest here, you would totally disapprove of this hierarchy. You wanted equality and unity. The balance of nature and peace. Never would you have allowed such a separation of a society you helped build.  

  Jujutsu has always been, but never had it been functional and structured until you. And now look at it. It rests on prejudice and the closed minded, the very things you hated.  

Sighing, he answers the young man. “Thinking about my student days.”  

  “You were a student?” Is he really that old that no one remembers that he is human? He wants to roll his eyes but how can you blame someone who just doesn’t understand? Someone who was lied to. 

Not a second later, Tengen asks, “Do you know the story of the mother of jujutsu?” 

“Who? I never heard of a mother.” Tengen is forbidden to speak of him, Sukuna. But the young man Tengen will tell. If he is to die today, someone should know of you. You are the reason Sukuna is here.  

  Recently, Tengen’s dreams have been flooded with you. He remembers being just like this young man and walking up to you, explaining that he is immortal and needs guidance. Tengen will never forget your smile. He will never forget Sukuna’s sneer and crossed arms from beside you. Tengen will never forget the beginning of the society. 

“You are not to speak of this story until I pass, do you understand?” A trick that the young man undoubtedly caught. Tengen is eternal. He cannot pass unless taken. 

“Why?” The young man sits down on the floor. Tengen settles in his chair to face him. “For no reason at all.” 

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With a growl, he shovels another bite into his mouth. Watching those pompous nobles' parade around and literally toss food to others makes the food he picked up taste bitter. All of it makes him sick. The rich pretend to be holy and charitable throwing their leftovers to others. With a grin they do it; teeth bared like a smile, but all he saw was a snarl. A warning for those not to get too close to them.  

  The food in his never-ending stomach gets too heavy for him. He makes it to the window just in time to vomit. He is still hungry. Sukuna cannot help himself when it comes to food. He doesn’t know why he is always so hungry. It has become a problem for him with others. They all stare directly at him like he is some kind of spectacle. It amazes yet frightens them how much he eats and his physique that never waivers or weakens. Instead, he grew taller and stronger. He now has to duck his head when entering through the door.  

  Clenching his fists, Sukuna looks out the window. Sukuna has always been odd. This heavy feeling, this rage boiling inside him. Not only do people talk of his physique but they call him crazy. He said he had saw something horrific and when they failed to see it, they immediately thought him to be mad.  

  This wouldn’t happen if they knew their place, Sukuna thought. He is above them; he knows this. And yet, he receives nothing but judgement and hatred. Things thrown at him and disgusting whispers.  

  He can see and hear things they can’t. He can do things they never will. Nevertheless, someone with such talent is inside a little hut while nobles toss him their garbage. He hates them all.  

That painful, tingly feeling he has always gotten grows stronger with each day. Sometimes it settles in his bones, making it hard for him to get up without his knees buckling under the sheer weight of it. Something has got to give or Sukuna fears that he will be the one to.

 

In the dead of night with only the moon and stars out, he exits his small home. Sukuna was able to acquire the land cheaply since it is very, very, small and is largely separated from others. It has his appreciation anyways since it does its job. Sukuna passes the shrine and stares at it. He cannot help but think of himself having one. With no family or friends, it is unlikely that he will ever receive one even in death.  

  One day he’ll eat us! They say. We are bound to run out of food because of him. They say. He’s crazy! They say. This is how he will be remembered. 

So badly does he want them to shut up. Whispering around him as if he could not hear them. “Someday I will have my own shrine...yes. I like the sound of that.” Some day he will be respected maybe even worshipped. The tingling feeling starts on his arms and legs at the thought.  

“Really?” 

  Shocked, he turns around to see you. Rarely do people come up to him anyway. Your lips clamp shut, and you look down, as if you are embarrassed that you spoke up. “Yes, really. Why not?” 

“Do you think you are that remarkable?” You become a little bolder, looking up at him now, directly into his eyes. Such a nosey little thing you are.  

“Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Besides his hunger, there is another small reason as to why they whisper. Rumors flowing in the wind, apparent “sightings” of what Sukuna is. “What are they?” 

“Being incredibly hungry.” At the last second, he curves that answer. “Me too.” You quip.  

Truthfully, Sukuna is starting to like your company. Even if it is just a few seconds long. Never has someone been seemingly comfortable in his presence. And you haven’t even picked on him. Just talked to him. How has he just now realized that he feels so alone? 

You look up into his eyes. Sukuna admits that it is cute the way you have to crane your neck to look at him. His overall figure has always been intimidating to people. Normally he would roll his eyes at their whispers of his size, but the way you look when you stare into his eyes is cute and friendly. 

   “Will you tell me what you are? It’s fine to be honest.” 

So, you do know of the rumors. “Mind your tongue.” You take a small step back but do not look down. “You’re bold to still look up at me without permission.” 

Snorting, you ask, “Who are you? God?” 

He hums.  

  The two of you walk along and you touch the wood of the shrine. He tries to shake you off by walking away after realizing you heard the rumors. She probably just wanted to get a good look at the beast. 

However, you showed no signs of running away. Instead, you kept up with him without sneering. Sukuna strangely found your presence calming despite trying to shake you off. It isn’t supposed to go like this. He just wanted to walk and fantasize.   

It is probably scandalous for the two of you to be talking like this, but your willingness to talk to Sukuna period is telling. As you walk by his side, he then feels it. Your energy. Energy like this is on everyone, but yours is a little stronger. Just like him, regular people can feel it too. An aura around you that people know is off.  

However, it is trying to hide, as if it is playing peek-a-boo. He has never hidden his presence, yet you hide. He wonders why and if you can truly relate to him. 

  “You want me to be honest with you. But I will only do that if you are honest with me.” Sukuna will not show his cards right now.  

With a small smile, you say, “We are just alike, y’know. Trust me when I say that you are not alone.” 

  Rolling his eyes, he continues to walk. He hears your feet catch up with him. Raising his eyebrow as he side eyes you, he comments, “Brave. Very brave.” 

  When he enters the empty space in the woods he likes to train in, he feels an immense energy coming his way. Just in time he dodges. It tears through the air and the branches of the trees. You are on him in an instant. He is mildly shocked by the events. He didn't expect you to attack him. Before he would do anything, he was going to tell you to scram. 

“I can help you if you want.” There was no technique in that attack, just energy. It was almost as if you were lazily doing it. At that moment, Sukuna starts to growl. “You think of me that weak that you hold back?” 

  You shake your head no. “I wanted to show you that you aren’t alone. Let me show you what true jujutsu is.” 

  He stares up at you. Your smaller form sits on top of his. “Mind your tongue.” 

  You stand and stretch out a hand to him. “You don’t have to be alone.” 

How did you know he felt lonely? Do you know what being alone is? Secluded because you are insane and frightening? 

  “I got you, my friend.” Sukuna wonders if you can read his mind or are you just that intuitive. 

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“That’s very nice of her, Master Tengen.” The young man smiles a little. Tengen shakes his head at his naivety.  

“To a degree it is. But no one should burden themselves with something that isn’t their job. Sukuna had then grown the idea that our teacher needed to be his, and his alone. His safety net.” 

“Is that a good thing?” 

“No. At that moment he believed that he was to be supported in everything, no matter how wicked. Our teacher was not that kind of person. With her lessons, she expected greatness for the good of things. Not for evil will.” 

 The young man slowly nods. Tengen can see that the young man was confused of his teacher’s role in Sukuna’s life. Tengen leans in slightly. “She was his friend and teacher. Someone to guide him and be there for him. Not his leader or his caretaker. There is a difference between a deity and a teacher. A friend and a mother.” 

“Deity? Mother?”  

Tengen leans back in his seat. “He put her on a pedestal that she was never meant to fill. And my beloved teacher, no matter how kind and graceful, could not fill it. Unfortunately, he would soon find that out.” 

  The young man looked confused and shocked. Did Sukuna really believe that she was strong like that? Why would he place her in that role?  

“One of the worst things about this poor story is that my teacher was so eager to gain a friend and student, that she unknowingly raised a monster who would end it all.” 

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“Okay, so do it like this.” You press your hand to the ground, massaging the grass between your fingers. You eyes are closed and there is a small smile on your pretty face. It looks content, peaceful. 

“This is meditating.” You nod and push him down to the ground. “It is about connecting to the spirits, y’know.” 

 He sighs, wondering how he had gotten into this predicament with you. All you did was offer to help him control his ability. Apparently, you and he are the only ones so far. From what you told him, that is not possible. He originally wondered why and how. Sukuna is enjoying himself now. He doesn't want this to end, so he doesn't care. 

Opening his eyes, he looks at you. “What are you going to do now?” 

“Sh.” 

“I’m serious. What are you going to do?” He doesn’t mean the meditating or whatever the fuck this is. He means overall. What is the grand idea? You tap your chin. 

 “I keep telling you that you are not alone. I want to find more of us and build.” You stretch out your arms, exaggerating the size. He doesn’t like where this is going.  

“How?” 

  You lean closer. “I’m saying, why not find a couple of people and teach them?”  Sukuna couldn’t help but shake his head at the thought. The ability to do the things that they do has to be born. Not taught. That is the only explanation. 

“No.” His refusal wasn’t just him trying to get his friend some sense, but to deny a possibility of interruptions and interference between their friendship. 

“Stingy...” You whisper. He scoffs and puts you back into your place. “Continue to teach me.” 

He touches the ground like you tell him to. Feel the earth, the life under his hands. “In order to make your energy manifest right, you have to learn about others and the spirits.” 

What he hears is not your desire to make friends but to judge the strength of people. He has yet to meet any that impresses him. You have but only because he views you as an equal and someone that will not lower him. You have promised to get rid of his pain as well. 

Growling, he stops to stare at you. “What are you not understanding?” You cock your head to the side at his question, confused at where he is getting. Sukuna continues to berate your way of thinking. 

“We may be the only ones. We should build on that only.” He punches the ground in frustration. Is it wrong for him to want it to be just the two of you?  

  Sukuna knows you are a bit off of your rocker. All the time he known you, your hair has never been in place, your clothes have always been askew. The skirt you used to wear was never tied right. Now since the change of fashion, you still have not gained a grain of sense and cross your kimono wrong. Not only this, but you go without shoes and constantly touch everything. How many things have you broken by now, he will never know.  

  It is what drew him to you. That and the fact that you are not scared of him in the slightest. You stare up at him when you are not given permission. You do not sit properly and are not concerned with people’s opinions. To him, you are worthy of being his friend, his teacher with your wisdom and can-do attitude. The dismissal of the close-minded thinking inspires him. 

 “Negative emotions spur on our ability, can’t you tell? What if we-” 

“You.” There is no ‘we’ in this building crap. 

  You reach up and close his eyes for him and repeat what you were trying to say. “Negative emotions spur on the connection, I find. Anger is akin to flame. It grows and eats at everything. Maybe think of it like that? I’ll find others, I know I can.” His stomach grumbles.  

  Sukuna’s face warms. With his eyes still closed, he hears shuffling. Something is then pressed against his lips. “Bite!” 

He does so. It’s rice. You’re feeding him. Sukuna is not your husband by a long shot. In fact, Sukuna doesn’t think it is proper for you to be how you are anyway. And he loves it. 

 “What the fuck are you? My servant?” 

“So? You’re my student and my dearest friend. I am not letting you go hungry.” 

He takes another bite. This time, you gave him fish. He wonders on how you managed to hide all of this. “What do you feel now?” 

“Still hungry.” You groan at his response. He doesn’t see the sly smile you have. “I was thinking...maybe I can find others today. Who knows? Maybe they can help you.” 

He grabs your wrist. “Mind your tongue. I do not need help.” At least not theirs. The only help he needed was yours. You are to help him bear his energy. It is what you said you’d do. 

When he talked, he moved his right hand for emphasis. Just like that, it created a slice. Everything in its path got completely chopped, as if it were done by a knife. 

  You gasp. He looked shocked at first, then smug. You pet the giant’s pinkish head. It seems that his technique comes from cooking. With chopping, with fire, it all seems like cooking. Just like you predicted. 

  He lets you position him in a fighting stance. “Follow me!” So, he does. Sukuna will not admit it because of pride, but he will always follow you. Sukuna moves his hands as quick as you do. Side by side the two of you cut through the air with punches and kicks.  

“You’re strong, so stand tall!” You yell. He takes it to heart as he does with everything you teach him. Even though he will never say that you are teaching him. He'd rather die than confess that it is you that has taught him to take his curse energy and manifest it. Sukuna will never tell that it is you that taught him what true jujutsu is.  

  After teaching him different forms, you then turn to each other. For minutes the two of you fight. Not enough to harm each other but enough to gather each other’s fighting techniques. Sukuna has never asked you where you learned all of this. Maybe he never will.  

  Adding onto the sparring the two of you gather each other’s energy and begin to really fight. Nothing is held back by Sukuna. The size difference between you two would make anyone vote in Sukuna’s favor. Little do they know that you are mighty. Throughout your fight you bring out charms and weapons like always. He has never questioned why.  

“Like a flash of black lightning, should you flow with energy.” With a deep breath, you launch your fist that was riddled with energy. In the air lands a powerful blow that creates a beautiful force. Your eyes look so lost in it. And Sukuna was caught in it.  

It hurt like a bitch.  

On the ground coughing, he asks, “How do I do that?” Snapping out of it, you tell him. “Get lost in it. Feel it and indulge.” Sukuna closes his eyes tightly. He wants to learn more, just like you. He wants to learn what you mean by true jujutsu. He wants to get lost in it with you, and only you.  

  You have surpassed all of the things he expected from you. And to think, you, someone of the same lowly status, is here teaching him when you should be doing whatever the fuck else. Definitely not talking to him. The monster.  

You teach him to feel the energy of his emotions, to constantly be aware of himself and others.  

 “This will help me, right? Not just make me stronger but also make the pain go away?” 

 “Of course.” 

 Sukuna sees you walk towards the blind man with shining white hair. The white-haired man clenches his fist, clearly annoyed with how everything is just too much. The man knows he is odd. He is young but has white hair, he is blind yet can move around, and is incredibly tall. The world is just too much though. You walk up to him as he sits on the stones.  

“Are you alright?” 

“No.” He is quick to answer. He reminds you of Sukuna, you think. His cursed energy is heavy and dense. Contained but so strong. 

 Sukuna sees you get closer. He doesn’t like this, but he understands your way of thinking. Honestly, he prefers it to be just you and him. His ambitions to be strong and who knows? Maybe throw the hierarchy. With his wonderous sightings, people are already in wonder and fear him. 

The white haired man goes to push you away. Sukuna sits back and watches. You frown at the white-haired man. There isn’t anything wrong you tell him. “Can you come with us?” 

You grab his hand and lead him with Sukuna tagging along. “Where are we going?” He asks. 

“I want you to open your mind, is all. There is so much here. So much curse energy it’s practically buzzing!” Sukuna walks in front of you rather than by your side.  

Later, Sukuna sees you help this man the way you did him. Touching the ground and working his negative energy into manifesting. As long as he has an open mind, you say. Curiosity is an amazing thing, you remind him. 

While you help that man, Sukuna helps himself. He begins to perfect his technique. Something you found out with him. It is believed that a technique manifests according to the person. With Sukuna’s gluttony, it fit him to have a technique that is the equivalent to cooking, cutting, frying, and containing. Things he has done in his own kitchen. Things that he has seen you do while making him food. 

  This blind man, Gojo, however, begins to see. His eyes are a sparkling blue and the amount of space around him starts to morph into power. His power is close to Sukuna’s, but the latter has had it longer and is more experienced. 

  “I...want more students. Is that wrong of me?” You ask your friend.

The blind man dances excitedly, totally happy that he can see, even though that sight is more than he bargained for as it begins to hurt. Sukuna answers you as he sits on the ground next to you.  

  The three of you have moved to the hills surrounded by nothing but peace. The grass is green and the waters are filled with tranquility. Here is where you can feel it all. The earth has negative, or as you have officially called it, cursed energy. But the plants have nothing but positive. 

 It’s the balance that is here is what makes it so easy to walk, is what you said. 

“It’s not wrong of you to want more. But be careful...the people are starting to fuss.” You blow a raspberry at him. “Not because of me, but you. You shouldn’t have robbed them, Sukuna.” 

“Did I not give to those in need?” 

“For praise and worship.” 

 He looks down now. Not hiding his irritation and frustration towards you at all. “Mind your fucking tongue.” He growls. How many times must he tell you? 

Alas, you have never been afraid to look him in the eye. “Sukuna, promise me you won’t hurt others anymore. We’re supposed to help them! There are little monsters everywhere and people can’t defend themselves from them.” 

 Sukuna rolls his eyes and says that you are too righteous and that the people need to know the food chain. He never says who is on top of the food chain though. But the implication was as clear as day. Unfortunately, you had been blind to that. 

Along with Gojo, you have ‘adopted’ another named Kamo, a man whose blood flow is weak and was on the brink of death. Just as you suspected, his technique was directly related to his cursed energy from his affliction. With the ability to manipulate his own blood, he became strong and healthy.  

Another you took in is named Zenin. A woman who burned in the sun thus stayed in the shadows. She is able to go outside now and mess around with her shadows who she found solace in. The other, Inumaki, was a slick and snake like man that was mute. Unfortunately, every word he said was hypnotic. After, came Tengen. He looked a few years younger than them all with a babyface. 

  His technique as the rest found, was immortality and had a proficiency in barriers. He constantly looked after the little place you now called home. Tengen is not a combatant but does hang closely around you to learn about jujutsu. He had been around for about five hundred years, but to learn what jujutsu truly was, was new to him. 

  By this time, Sukuna rarely spent time with them. He barely knew them or their techniques. In the year 799, five years after you met Sukuna, you had built buildings for those with jujutsu and had nowhere to go.  

 Sukuna could not hide his dissatisfaction if he tried. Especially those with such weak curse energy that they blended in with normal people. Some of them lacked even that. 

  Why should he not be offended? He is the strongest. All the ones who try to fight him end up losing. He respects the strong and the strong only.  

  “Aren’t you going to help? Don’t get me wrong, I like that you practice and respect the spirits, but shouldn’t you help?” 

  Sukuna walks toward you. “You dare tell me what to do?” 

You had already noticed how big his head was getting. In the villages, he had already instilled fear and admiration. His cursed energy had somehow passed to others. Without any definite proof of how it happens, you only had theories. One of them is that his increase of cursed energy is brought on by how tainted he is becoming. His cursed energy is rubbing off on those who had slightly higher cursed energy than normal humans.  

You were becoming concerned that one day it wouldn’t just be people that would be affected, but cursed spirits.  

 And he takes no responsibility for them. That little fact is one he tends to ignore. You had first heard about it when Tengen saw that a child had suddenly started seeing cursed spirits and was ostracized. Naturally, you went and asked what had happened but did not fail to notice the devastation of the village.  

  There were crops plucked with no villagers enjoying them. Houses had caved and the ground was dented. Seeing that the little boy had just gained the ability to manifest his cursed energy, you drew the conclusion that it was him that did it.  

  There was so much of Sukuna’s remnants that you did not want to see. His scent was clearly there. Your theory was being proven. And that meant Sukuna, your dearest friend, was becoming out of control.  

  “Of course I do. I’m your teacher.”  He slams you against a tree, pinning you to it. His hands on the side of your head, caging you in. “You? I already knew what to do. You were for decoration.” 

Lies, all lies. He had a lot of curse energy and was only able to do a little due to his own set limits. It was you who brought it out and taught him the ways of true jujutsu. The one thing you had yet to conquer was the torment that his cursed energy brought. As time went on, the pain caused by it increased. He has gone to you about it several times and you have yet to act.  

  You touch his face. The only one allowed to do so. He closes his eyes, silently enjoying the feeling. “Don't let your pride and ego corrupt you.” 

“I do no such thing.” Rolling your eyes, you move to get out of his cage. Sukuna refuses to move and instead likes the feeling of it all. His curse energy has always been immense. Yours was less obvious and you had always liked to use it sparingly. As he has fought with you for five years, he has learned that his friend has a lot more agility than brutality. Sukuna has only seen pieces of your technique. You were a master of hiding your energy now, too.  

  He was so focused on improving himself that he doesn’t know what it is and how much cursed energy you have. What he has taken note of is that you tend to use charms and weapons. However, black flash is a specialty of yours. Not even he can use it as often as you do.  

 “You are disrespecting the spirits again, aren’t you?” If there is one thing Sukuna knows, it is that you are protective of them, sorcerers, and people. But he is not.  

He scoffs and backs up a little. “Why is that your concern?” 

  Growling you poke his chest. “Because you’re not supposed to! You’re supposed to care for them!” 

Sukuna scoffs at you. Gripping your chin, he says, “You are not the boss of me, remember that.” 

 Sukuna groans at the ache in his sides, right under his arm pit. Hearing this, you gently place your hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” 

He stares at you. “When will you help me with my cursed energy?” 

“Don’t I already do that? Look how strong you are!” 

You promised you’d help him control it, not neglect his pain. Even though Sukuna makes his own choices and is responsible for them, you are encouraging it by your pride about how strong he is.  

#sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen #angst #angst and feels #cross posted on ao3 #Q #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen x you

[incarnateirony]

Looking over my boss' review of my performance the other day and I honestly kinda wanna good cry

Only person in the center with a 100% case sub rate.

Notes on my unusual linguistic style, both general structure and ability to adjust it to almost any chatter

Notes on my save rate, which is different than a sub rate, but except, oh wait, no it fucking isn't. (Really I lost one but due to how it happened it statistically does not appear as a failure, not that the center counts it as failures as there's almost no expectation on rate, but *I* consider it failure. But really, they were already gone. They just needed a witness. And a psychopomp).

highest positive case resolution vs PSAP response, highest save to lowest involuntary calls

"Ability to understand issues unspoken by clients." only way she could summarize me accidentally mindreading the one motherfucker right before the review kSJDFKSDJFSKDJFSKDJF

Notes on exceptional understanding of psychology, was asked if I had a phd or something, no, and I sure as shit ain't explaining why. "Must be a natural gift" mhmyeah.

me out here saving lives doing advanced hermetic psychobending and shadow work full time 40 hours a week on government pay while [redacted redacted redacted] social media and I STILL have this dumb slut chasing me trying to pretend she can do the same shit while selling her 9.99 miss cleo pendants writ in motherfuckin octopese oh my god SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

Jesus fuck, one of us is saving lost souls, literally, lost on the path, and facing and walking with death every single day to do it, while giving him tribute of an entire company he can pull the strings and fuck around with and the hands on deck at it to do what is needed. The other is scamming people in anime jibberish and grooming her bf into thinking hermes looks like her ex and basically fetish roleplaying as me, and keeps pretending it's All Fair Play.

Maybe you wouldn't be such a vacant brained slut if you'd actually read even a single fucking book he tried to get you to read in two decades. You might even be able to channel your own joke one day, dumb bitch. Then again, humor requires a personality, and you refuse to develop an identity of your own beyond "fat bitch eats candy, tries to do everything ex did with negative IQ understanding, spews anime octopus jibberish as wisdom, malds that only her 3 cult members are dumb enough to believe in her magic shit, even 14 year olds know better". So.

Shealyn, I don't know how to explain this, but You Are Not Me. It's become increasingly obvious you are choosing to disassociate from reality at this point, but You Are Not Me. I am Aaron, you are not. I am the quarter century hermetic student, you are not. I am the one in the walls of every area you hold sacred online whether you understand and accept that or not, you are not. I am the one taking actual measurable actions that have literal statistics as results, you are not. You are a woman who could only steal an inside joke without understanding she cursed herself to octopus jibberish, and your quality and reliability has not improved since. Like you can't even design your own characters, you have to copy mine. You literally have zero identity of your own and objectively refuse to build one, just mimic everyone around you and play games.

You. Have. No. Identity. Like it's not even an insult to call you empty. You are literally vacant. You believe in nothing for real, you know nothing for real, you identify with nothing for real, you understand nothing for real, it's just a big fucking void of you trying to masquerade as a human shaped object copying everyone around you. Get a fucking identity. That is literally Hermes 101, you retard. What Is Your Identity. It can't be me. I'm not sure why you keep getting that fucked up. It can't be me, it can't be me and a friend's inside joke, it can't be him, it can't be throwing yourself away to channel whenever you're bored. You are literally the biggest retard I've ever met pretending to channel him while spewing shit directly contrary to every religious doctrine from him ever but just conveniently what you want to hear. And see, since apparently it's MY FUCKING FACE STILL.

GET. YOUR. OWN. IDENTITY. OR. DIE. ALREADY.

Avoiding the truth and drawing more broken circles won't fix it. Doubling down is your only personality trait, right into the fucking empty ass pit. Like you have (1) personality feature and it's being irredeemably retarded and bound for the void since you love surrendering yourself. That's what that feeling you've been having at night, behind your blog posts where you pretend to be happy, is coming from. That's why you're ripping out your hair, Shealyn. It's because you literally lack a personality or identity. And you know, we're all soul stuff. Your identity is the only thing that makes you who you are in the soul stuff. People like you? Who can't commit? You think they last out there? People who don't know who they are, what they want, and would rather be anywhere or anyone else? Or do you think, maybe, the same mindset just absolves them of having to think. Permanently. Scrape off any dirt your old personality leaves on it and try to make a NOT abominable human being out of the space vacated.

That feeling you have at night is your void, Shea. Deal with it, stop trying to fill it with me. At best you're begging we subsume you in the afterlife as some weird sub aspect of OURSELVES and like, ew. We eat healthier than that, no. Do not want. Like I'm all down for finishing my apotheosis but if my first person in personal paradise was Shealyn Rachel Bonds I'd commit godly suicide to return to earth and start over again just to avoid her.

Maybe that's why I'm here. I did some fucked up god shit at some point and someone decided to curse me with the Shealyn Bonds experience in a mortal life, or I killed my godly self trying to get away from her after Pompeii. Cuz she truly do be doing the stalker bs. It's funny because in RP, she was always aware "wow! These women are psycho and all think he's in love with them! Why can't they see he wants them to go away?" meanwhile he's beating her with a wifflebat, assailing her with seventeen forms of media, smashing her spider and telling her to die in a cosmic fire and she's like HM WONDER WHO THATS FOR.

Maybe reincarnation is less a punishment thing and more the gods dumping out the trashcan to get people like her off their lawn. "[sigh] Nemesis, Hermes' elephantine stalker is humping the window again--" "Goddamnit we JUST got those smudges off from her greasy cheeks last time. TO THE VICTORIAN ERA WITH YOU"

[faint-kitten]

Thinking about Minecraft and Fallout 4...

So tonight I played Minecraft for the first time since Microsoft bought it. First time I've really done more than build a dirt box and call it a day. I recently picked up free game pass via bing points I didn't know I have? so for the first time in 2 years: I have new games. I'll be giving starfield and all the mass Effects another round. But tonight I tried some mine craft.

I enjoyed it, I've built my little home, but it's got me thinking.

Part of what made me run through Fallout 4 (and I know it's not bun and the communities' favorite) but part of why I played over 3k hours in that game is…as a person. I like finding a little hole. As an nuerodivergant person, I like to make a little hole away from everyone and furnish it with stuff. I like "pretending to be a person."

Find a settlment, settle down, find a new way to make a cozy home. Bed, table for eating. Stove for cooking. Some food for my friend to tend to while I'm gone. Some fences to keep animals out. Mirror for doing my hair. If my companion didn't want to smooch me, I gave them a seperate home and filled it with stuff they'd want or like. I work the little jobs in Diamond City and make some money and buy them a nice hat or gun or something.

But eventually, I got bored of just wandering in the woods and being a hermit, and I'd stretch, and go do some story stuff. There aren't a lot of games that blend this so well.

I liked making up little fake stories for my character and so every time I played, my character chose different options and dialogue options for different reasons.

The lore in my head, impacted how I played, even though the choices never really changed. But there's always been something in me that wants a nice little nest tucked away from everyone and an NPC companion to hang out with. But sooner or later goofing around gets boring and something plot wise needs to happen.

Minecraft is giving me the goofin around in a forrest. But once I've built my little home, I don't know what there is to make me keep playing. I don't hate it. I enjoyed my time with it. I like my little Commander Shepard skin. I've had a great 5 hours of laughs out of it. But I think I won't stick with it because I need something...structured to happen. If that makes sense?

#minecraft #fallout 4

[verbosebabbler]

ZampanioSim North App.tsx: ZampanioSim North

More messages in code. From Debugger > farragofiction > ZampanioSimNorth > Static > js > App.tsx

These are less coherently structured than the last, and I omitted a few that were just mischievous smileys directed at parts of the code.

              //JR NOTE: Fun fact, I wasn't aware of the "This Is Not A Game" trope in ARGs when I created this! I am being quite literal here: this is not a game. There is no gameplay. It is however, quite explicitly a work of fiction at every single layer.  Zampanio is a creepy pasta JRAFewLayersDown found, NOT a real game JRAFewLayersDown found.  It's fiction even within the fiction.  But it's fun to pretend, isn't it? At every layer. :) :) :)  Boy was JRAFewLayersDown confused (but happy) to find people who were either VERY committed to the bit or lying for, I don't even know, clout?

/*

  JR NOTE: how it sounds to debug this:

  "so eyes are real so mirrors should be real and i KNOW the bodies have hit the floor

  so everyhthing should flip turnways, keep up"

  */

/*

  The Layers:

* A normal RPG :) :) :)

* okay so you can't close the menu but you CAN unlock skills and new menus and that's kind of fun. Hey look, you got the credits for finishing your skill tree!

* uh. What's this glitchy looking thing?  (on first playthrough if you proc waste it instead picks something else, subsequent playthroughs  you can access it) (can call skills from window directly as a waste or when unlocking them they fire for non wastes)

* OH GOD WHY IS IT ANGRY.

*  hack react to be broken (put the screens or something into window so they can be deleted/fucked up?), allows some force that likes you to contact you, when instead they were being drowned out by the achivement system that hates you.

  */

 pretend to know facts about the user, such as they play cookie clicker

        slow owl sounds in cctv mode

        need more reasons for people to hang around with ghosts

blackbirds cipher

wasted ominous song (you blew it)

literally index page of ZampanioSimsim

update death popup to focus on "new character to play as" not reincarnation

jadedResearcher — Today at 5:08 PM

note: when its time to go live, have LITRPGSIM e point to something ominous

jadedResearcher — Today at 7:12 PM

jadedResearcher — Today at 7:20 PM

        *persephone, hades, demeter quest.  QUESTS are more "combination of side quests and overarching story plot". (think land quests)

        * session 0 is "the game is real i swear" notJR, the core of Truth is "zampanio was never real but the creepypasta faq was" notJR, and the core of game mode is "the game wasn't real and you couldn't accept that" notJR.

        * port in fractal shit post (cant compile dart version anymore), associate different states of the fractal with diff words from gaslight array

        * gaslight cursor revals a radius of true color (hidden yellow things in the pictures?)

* post screenshots of this ramble hidden in Truth (is it readable in cctv mode???)

* one password is aviary full o fanimated gull skeletons

* another is just skelejr sitting in her wheelchair

* sprinkle right pws at the 'end' of each path and more

*zampanio (not the sim) is designed to spark Obsession in a target and convince them to attempt to enact or oppose the end of the world (the End can either cause the Unbinding of Chaos or the Binding of Madness).  if you unbind chaos then the page reloads and you are a player with every theme at once and then some.  if you bind maddness the page reloads and you are a custom spawned player with a coherent and human created backstory, skills, buildings, etc. regardless of which mode you can do a new ritual to Balance the Scales and return to regular mode. Which ritual you can attempt to do is decided by seed, and in order to Unbind Chaos you need to have 9 specific items spawn (from duskhollow) and attempt to use them in GAme Mode (they all have custome effects)

if you "go up" in game mode, leads to jr in a chair attic mode (instead of a genuine moment of forth wall breaking connection chair JR just wants any info on the "real" zampanio, especially any cached copies of that dead faq link. twisting the one moment of truth in indie games like this into more lies (while also being true because yes plz if you make zampanio fan works plz send)

        JustTruth ends with you being assigned your TrueClasspect now that you've answered all possible questions

             when Truth and Game intersect you meet god (at end of adventure). JustJR mode where i explain why i made this game, sitting in a chair

              truth and game true = meta map of zampanio if you are in true mode AND game mode at the same time

              gigglesnort fnaf mod is creepy pasta

        secrets under construction component, shitty geocities gif of construction.

        creepy pastas scattered throughout the site, based on themes, of the form: "You sit down to play a game. It's weirdly obsessed with X. theme1 creepy. then thene2 creepy.  

        * lightly themed ghosts (just enough variation for gaslighting)

Suddenly, you can feel the pounding behind your eyes. "let me out" you hear, "let me out"." 

         a QUEST has a title, text and a reward, all strings. (so you can say that a companion themed quest gives +1 loyalty and a god quest raises your acolyte level, etc etc) 

        quest screen (has to be at end so can reference ITEMS and GODS (the two gods both are trying to woo the PLayer)) 

      * for each theme, finally break out PERSON from noun , refactor SKILL CREATION to use person place or thing rather than generic noun

    * store missing TEMPLATE PLACEHOLDERS (VISUAL_EFFECT, MONSTER_EFFECT, OBJECT, LOCATION, ADJ, INSULT, COMPLIMENT,CLASS, ASPECT, COMPANION, CITYNAME) in consts  (missing CLASS, ASPECT, and CITYNAME, COMPANION NAME)

    * for each theme, write out a super tiny quest or two with TEMPLATE PLACEHOLDERS

The city guard knows it takes a PERSON  to catch a thief, and they have come to you.  The ADJ OBJ has been stolen from the LOCATION, with no witnesses. Will you be the one to finally crack the case?"

"if there is a companion who has a theme that matches TEMPLATE theme, they slot into anything that needs COMPANION name"

    * on player creation, generate quest array from themes. title is procedural from the theme of the template chosen.

    * quest screen (copy CITYBUILDING SCREEN as a start) has list of quest titles (upgrades to summary of quest plus the fake skill points you'd get for completing it)

https://zampaniosim.fandom.com/wiki/ZampanioSim_Wiki

        link to fake ramble of someone trying to find all the secrets and easter eggs of LitRPGSim (not the fake Zampanio game, the sim) including fake ones 

      fractal sim plus radio??? 

      third path: press esc too many times and perma crash the menu, leaving the spiral sitting there goin "..." and it ...panicking and activating win mode???? 

      first ending where you max out skills (or played long enough to reach the heat death of the universe (thru auto clicker)) and menu finally closes and then fake credits role 

        sub titles unlock only when you unlock skills related to them. you have to discover them, essentially 

        zero player game where you get little mini stories about what you 'did', like "used Medical Crown to heal a king" or whatever.  if the game were working PROPERLY it should praise you for whatever skill you've used the most, but obviously you've never used a single skill so it just picks one at random or glitches out. have console logs about ERORR NO FAVORIE SKILL FOUND etc.         if i ever do a lets play of zampanio it should be a hacked version that never goes live that is different in many very important ways but subtle at first       

#discoveringzampanio

[brianbrianbrain]

when folks say you must vote blue in the presidential election, that "at least biden is better than trump" – i think it's safe to say that since the beginning of the "united states," every single president and their administration has been a proponent of the expansion of the US empire, of our perpetration of constant warfare and violent extraction. the slightest differences are found in domestic policy. so when you say that "at least biden is better than trump" – you say that your temporary comfort, given as the barest measures of appeasement, is more important than the lives and dreams of the global majority.

and perhaps someone will whip out the analogy about "put on your own oxygen mask before you help others" – and i say that this is also the time to break the mythology of the presidency (and also the mythology of the supreme court). presidents can do executive orders willy nilly and all that. but their actions have no power if people locally do not enforce them. the same goes for supreme court decisions. don't you all remember brown v. board of education, where many locales just kept on segregating, and how many schools today are still effectively segregated? so yes, put on your own oxygen mask, but not at the cost of other people's oxygen... it is our responsibility to build networks of local resilience to break away from violent extraction, the police state, the military industrial complex, industrial agriculture, and so on...

i won't pretend to know exactly what these networks might look like. i've been thinking a lot recently about how people will do things like quote Marx but not really discuss class, especially in university organizing spaces. i feel like a number of folks who have a decent measure of family privilege take a separatist mentality – i don't care about convincing you, i just want to be able to make our own space – but they don't really think about the technicals of what it really takes to make that space, and in doing so just create a space with the aesthetics of breaking away but that still depends on colonial and imperial structures. i feel like there's the implication that they feel that they're above technicals and that technicals are to be taken care of by a "lower class," as they currently are. like i'm sorry but you cannot "vibe" your way out of imperialism. you will starve or die of drinking sick water before anyone ever needs to pick up a gun and shoot you. i don't know how much this is colored by my own measure of family privilege and impression of urgency in the face of a lack of technicals, but there's my two cents. and it makes for a really strange blend: if you don't care about convincing people, then are you going to do the technical work, or are you just going to wait until people who have to work 9 to 5 are suddenly struck by lightning and flocking to you, or what? and at the same time these same people are focused on "well what's going to be my career"... so please, can you tell me what it is you really want? do you want liberation, or do you want to keep playing the game forever, or have you thought about how to play the game on the way to liberation?

university organizing, and i think plenty of politics at large, is rife with talk with no action, with people screaming past each other. sure, your voice has power, but so long as politicians and businesspersons own you, own your home, own your job, own how you get your food, own how you get your water, they couldn't give less of a shit. the people you're screaming at are not going to suddenly change their minds. the people who are watching just see a giant shitshow. those feel good stories about "at least we didn't forget, we didn't lose hope, we didn't let up" – that's great. but you didn't remember that you could do more, you failed to hope beyond nebulous dreams and make them reality, and you let up on pushing for more. it's an argument for moral purity to tout these stories. the dead and the wounded and the starving have no use for your moral purity. and while there's value in upholding your convictions and expressing your frustration, if you're being stonewalled by politicians, why don't you also move toward stonewalling them? it's an abusive / neglectful relationship on the macro level. you don't cry and beg and scream for the abuser / neglecter to take you back. you build your support network to get away, and maybe in the future you can consider if there's a possibility of healing that relationship and if so, how you might do so.

and more on the talk with no action, or perhaps more on hypocrisy and/or thoughtlessness, and on the lack of understanding of class: one of the people i know was going on about community based participatory research for one of their projects. they're super interested in doing research on a specific area and a specific group, but they've already built a timeline for their whole project before successfully making contact, and doesn't seem to have a plan for if the group doesn't even want this research to be done. "we'll just look at literature reviews first, and hopefully they'll respond sometime..." that's... very much not participatory. and i think on a broader level this comes from a misunderstanding that different groups and different individuals within those groups still have different thoughts and drives. it's disingenuous to say you're not trying to be a savior when you go in with preconceived notions of what someone needs or wants instead of asking them first. and maybe you do ask them first and you think that their plan isn't the best way, and that's fine! but if you offer suggestions, you need to understand that they are very much suggestions, the same as they would be for any other person you might give your two cents on their life to. and circling back to the bit about class and how Marx is discussed, i think this mentality is something that comes up a lot. like, so if a poor person isn't instantly radicalized in the way that you want, their views are totally invalid or some shit? that's an absolutely miserable, unconstructive, and narrow-minded way to go about life.

#brants #idk i mean i think about how to play the game on the way to liberation all the time #still like trying to talk to ppl and learn the technicals and feel shit out ig #communicate! #don't be a savior! #or if you're seriously going for i don't give a shit #let's just do our thing #then actually do it

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 206

John 1:4

SATAN’S STRUCTURE 13: PHILOSOPHY 3

Col 2:8 Beware that no one DISTRACTS YOU OR INTIMIDATES YOU in their ATTEMPT TO LEAD YOU AWAY FROM CHRIST’S FULLNESS by pretending to be full of wisdom when they’re filled with endless arguments of human logic. FOR THEY OPERATE WITH HUMANISTIC AND CLOUDED JUDGMENTS BASED ON THE MINDSET OF THIS WORLD SYSTEM, AND NOT THE ANOINTED TRUTHS OF THE ANOINTED ONE. TPT

May the Light of God’s Wisdom ever flood your hearts and establish you in all your ways, as you proceed into the week.

You will not stumble or walk in darkness, in Jesus name. Amen.

Joh 8:12 Then Jesus spoke out again, “I am the light of the world! The one who follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” NET

We’ve talked about how Philosophy leads to Idolatrous practices, and I am very sure we’ll yet presume that this is talking about Unbelievers, right?

Well, let’s burst some bubbles here, shall we?

Col 3:5 So put everything evil out of your life: sexual sin, doing anything immoral, letting sinful thoughts control you, and wanting things that are wrong. AND DON'T KEEP WANTING MORE AND MORE FOR YOURSELF, WHICH IS THE SAME AS WORSHIPING A FALSE god. ERV

Whenever issues of worldliness and our “thrust” for money is mentioned, we quote Bible upside-down just to support our passion, which we are not willing to let go of and we can “kill” for.

How many times have brethren challenged us over dressing, hair, behaviour, attitude etc., and we didn’t flare up and boldly present our “philosophy” which is totally out of the bible?

Jer 2:11 NO OTHER NATION HAS EVER CHANGED ITS GODS, even though they were not real. BUT MY PEOPLE HAVE EXCHANGED ME, THE GOD WHO HAS BROUGHT THEM HONOR, FOR GODS THAT CAN DO NOTHING FOR THEM. GNB

Do you know that “…my own Christianity is in my heart and before my own God…” is a philosophy?

What of: “I don’t take nonsense from anybody” or “we may be Age Mates but not Grace Mates”?

Many of us quote more traditional adages than bible. We say: “we’re all human…the “body needs ‘small-small’ respect”.

We build our tiny idols that can’t challenge us and silence the people who do.

Deu 7:16 And you are to send destruction on all the peoples which the Lord your God gives into your hands; have no pity on them, AND DO NOT GIVE WORSHIP TO THEIR gods; for that will be a cause of sin to you. BBE

Many of us love what the world loves and probably more than they do because, you see, as a Christian, you could be deceived to think that our faith makes desire for worldly things holy, right?

It is dangerous if God looks from the worldly Philosophers to us in Church but sees no difference.

Exo 34:15-17 DON'T MAKE TREATIES WITH THE PEOPLE THERE, or you will soon find yourselves WORSHIPING THEIR GODS AND TAKING PART IN THEIR SACRIFICIAL MEALS. Your men will even marry their women and be influenced to worship their gods. Don't make metal images of gods. CEV

Are you aware of how excited Christians are about the men of the world, even those who are not believers?

Just because they are “successful”, their philosophies, manners, quotes etc. become ours.

5. This leads us to the next Danger of Philosophy: Replacing the BIBLE.

I am not worried really about the influx of “extraneous” materials into the Gospel message; God will yet “thrash” them all.

Ecc 3:14 I AM CERTAIN THAT WHATEVER GOD DOES WILL BE FOR EVER. NO ADDITION MAY BE MADE TO IT, NOTHING MAY BE TAKEN FROM IT; and God has done it so that man may be in fear before him. BBE

What bothers me is the rate at which Christians argue over certain salient issues of life but cannot apply a single line of scripture to back up their points; only speaking from philosophical viewpoints.

They will refer to Socio-cultural stance and even quote books of Motivations and Philosophers yet they [deliberately] ignore biblical guide, clearly because they don’t enjoy the constraints it bears.

Eccle. 12: 11-12 The words of the wise prod us to live well. They are like NAILS HAMMERED HOME, holding life together. THEY ARE GIVEN BY GOD, THE ONE SHEPHERD. BUT REGARDING ANYTHING BEYOND THIS, dear friend, go easy. There’s NO END TO THE PUBLISHING OF BOOKS, AND CONSTANT STUDY WEARS YOU OUT, so you are no good for anything else. MSG

We’ve used this verses before: God/Jesus is the only Shepherd you must read or listen to.

Reading many books could wear you out and they are evidently not important. It is that simple to understand.

I’m not with those who keep encouraging Christians to read books endlessly; I only charge you to read the bible all times and you’ll get the pure understanding of what you must do to excel in life.

Psa 119:105 TRUTH’S SHINING LIGHT GUIDES ME IN MY CHOICES AND DECISIONS; the revelation of your word MAKES MY PATHWAY CLEAR. TPT

What more do we need please? Apart from your professional course note, any other book that you read but is not permeated with, and elaborating living scripture, please dump it, or get corruption.

Pastors, who keep referring to Motivational books more than the bible, just because those one bring excitement and promises [virtual] success, will have a lot to answer to God on judgment day.

Rev 22:18-19 Here is MY WARNING for everyone who hears the prophecies in this book: If you add anything to them, God will make you suffer all the terrible troubles written in this book. IF YOU TAKE ANYTHING AWAY FROM THESE PROPHECIES, GOD WILL NOT LET YOU HAVE PART IN THE LIFE-GIVING TREE AND IN THE HOLY CITY DESCRIBED IN THIS BOOK. CEV

May God destroy every seed of Human Philosophy hidden in our hearts, in Jesus name, Amen.

Come back on Wednesday for more digging into this subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, June 06, 2022

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[ragnvdnir]

Folklore

Act I Part II: A Growing Seed of Flower [Our Blooming Chapter]

pairings: zhongli x fem!reader

foreword(prologue) Act I Part I

genre: angst, romance, forbidden love

summary: you meet the man you met earlier once more, you said it was coincidence. . .or not?

warnings: nothing deep for now, bit of crack? a little tease of y/n's backstory, not proofread

a/n: i finally wrote the chapter two, congrats to me. i decided to speed run a bit rn bc i don't want the fic to be longer than 20 chapters that's why im starting to put the build up of romance rn. also, let's just pretend that wangshu inn already existed at this time. adding to that, i tried to understand the lore sm but it seems that im still confused, that's why i might write some wrong things.

please be reminded that this is a work of fiction, this has nothing to do with the genshin lore.

now playing; so this is love

“so this is love. so this is what makes life divine”

The trip to finding an inn to stay was exhausting. Being unfamiliar with the land is a nuisance. It was luck that you found an inn before the night gets darker.

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally stood in front of the said inn. All your exhaustion came crashing down suddenly.

“Ah, I want to rest already.”

You entered the inn. Observing your surroundings, the furnitures and structure was very different from your homeland. The sudden thought of your home taste like sweet and sour on your mouth. Sweet, because you finally got to explore the world beyond yours like you’ve always wanted to. Sour, because you left your homeland disobeying your parents.

‘I just wanted to be free. . .’

You snapped out of your thoughts when the receptionist called you. “Are you gonna check in?” she gave you a small smile. You nodded and took out your mora, you somehow got it somewhere.

“For a day?” she asked.

“No, I would actually want to stay here until I go on another journey, would that be fine?”

“Of course, however, it’s gonna cost you a lot of mora— we can give you a discount though.”

“That would be very nice. Say, do you have any vacant job? Like anything? I really need it.” You looked at the receptionist hopefully.

“Well uhm, we’re not really looking for someone to hire. However, since you look like you’re just new here, then I guess I can give you a job.” You felt her eyeing your clothes. Well you can’t blame her, your clothes were really out of liyue’s clothing.

“Really? Thank you so much! When can I start?” The receptionist smiled at you and told you that you can start tomorrow night. You thanked her again as she showed you the way to your room.

You keep tossing around your bed as if you can’t sleep. After a few minutes of changing positions, you finally sat up.

‘I can’t sleep.’

You decided to went to the balcony of the inn and unwind. You arrived at the top, looking around your surroundings, two figures caught your attention, it seems that they’re having a conversation so you paid no mind to them and rest your forearms on the railings of the balcony.

Cold whispers of the wind suddenly embraced your form sending a shiver down to your spine. You hug yourself as you let out a puff of breath.

Sighing at the cold, you stared back at the glistening stars and moon. The loneliness of your voyage came crashing suddenly. The homesickness is kicking in. You never disobeyed your parents like that. You never escaped like that.

You wouldn’t call it escaping actually. It’s just that more likely, they’re taking your own rights and freedom. You would rather call what you did running away. . .finding what your heart wants, and it’s not in your homeland, you knew that all too well.

You love where you live, but at the same time, you hate it. You can’t be free because of your parents who unknowingly neglected you. All they think is your homeland here and there, they’re too prideful, think too highly of themselves.

You don’t want to live a life like that, that’s why you run away. A tear manage to escape your eyes, you wiped it as you stand up and decided to go back to your room.

As you turn around, you catch a figure looking at you in your rear view. You looked back at the person. Realizing that the figure seems familiar, you turn your whole body to face it and looked at the face of it carefully.

As if a light bulb appeared, your face brightens up a surprised expression. You opened your mouth and let words out to the man.

“So it’s you again, what a coincidence, mister gold!”

The man who stood feet away from you, stared at you and move his feet towards your place. “Meeting you once more is the least that I expected, a coincidence indeed.” He nodded while a hand is placed under his chin.

“So, what brings you here in this inn? Gonna stay a night here too?” You started as you stared at his amber eyes again.

“No, that’s not it. Just visited a. . .friend, that’s it.”

“Ooh, the one you’re talking to earlier?” You asked a he let out a hmm.

“Yes, that’s him indeed.”

“Nice.”

Awkward tension started rising as you just stood there, while he stared at you, waiting for you to talk.

“Uhm, do you know any good places here in liyue? You know, I don’t where to go and continue my adventure hehe.” You scratch the back of your neck as you looked away, embarrassed.

“Good places, you say? I know a few that does have a ravishing scenery and history. If you do not mind, I can suggest a few.”

“Sure! I would appreciate that!”

“Let’s see, you can start with the Guyun Stone Forest, located at the Sea of Clouds.”

“Oh uh, where is that?” you laughed awkwardly.

“It seems that you’re not familiar with liyue, you really are new here.” You let out a small ‘yeah’ in response.

The man infront of you sighed and nodded to himself, as if making a decision.“Alright then, meet me here tomorrow morning, I’ll accompany you.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man infront of you. ‘What?’

“There’s no need! I don’t want to disturb you any longer.” You shook your hands infront of you, refusing to take his offer.

“It’s fine, you look like you’ve shown interest in liyue, that’s great. It’s my duty to show people the beauty of my land— I mean the land of Geo Archon. Besides, is it not good that you have someone who will guide you on your journey?”

“O—oh, yeah you’re right. But is it really alright with you?” You gazed at man, still baffled by his service.

“Like I said, it’s fine. Now, are you gonna accept my offer of kindness or not?”

“Ofcourse I do! Who wouldn’t want a free tour guide?” You smiled at him.

“Free? Who said it’s free?” Your smile soons fade as you stared at him.

“Oh, yeah ofcourse it’s not free. Well, what do you want?” You sighed and looked at him colorless.

‘Honestly speaking, I don’t know.’ Rex Lapis thought.

“I’ll let you know when time’s up.”

“Well, when is time’s up ?”

“When you decided to rest from your adventures.”

“Fine then, just make sure it’s not illegal, I will really call liyue’s Archon and say that you’re a disgrace to his land.” Rex Lapis bit his lips to stiffle a chuckle at your remarks.

“It’s a contract then.” He finally said after he swallowed his laughters.

“A contract? Oh yeah, almost forgot that liyue is also the land of contracts. It’s a contract.” You shook your hands with him, noticing once again his hands.

“By the way, can I ask a question?” You utter while still gazing at his hands.

“Ask away.”

“Why is your arms and hand like that?” You now looked at his amber eyes. It went silent for a second before he answered.

“It’s a secret.”

After that night

“Where are we heading?” You followed behind him while checking your surroundings. You two had been walking for so long.

“We’re heading to a place called Luhua Pool.” He answered while looking at the sides every now and then. Checking if a citizen is around. He wouldn’t want to be recognize, right?

After a few minutes of walking which made your legs hurt, you finally arrived at Luhua Pool.

“We are here, take a look around and share your thoughts.”

Your mouth parted in awe looking at the terraces of water. “Why does the water looks clearer than my eye sight.” He find it funny that you say such ridiculous things easily.

“Well, the water you see right now is full of minerals that it appears to be smooth and crystal clear.” He continued explaining the legends of Luhua Pool while your mind drifts somewhere.

‘Can I drink the water? It probably taste so good knowing it’s full of minerals.’

You two stayed there for an hour before deciding to continue your travels.

It went on and on like that until you arrived at your last stop for today, Guyun Stone Forest.

The sun was already setting when you arrived there. Exhaustion filled you but the breath taking scenery before you made all that fade away.

“So this is Guyun Stone Forest, huh?”

“Indeed, Would you hear why the stones are are formed like that?” You continued staring at the scenery and nodded.

“Go on.”

As he spoke, you glanced at him rambling about the history of the place. You seem to can’t take your eyes off him, the beam of sun glimmer on him, making him shine like gold in your view.

For a moment, you forgot about the breath taking scenery where you are. Because right now, infront of you, this man is making you fall to your death only to take you back to life whenever he sets his amber eyes on you.

A skip of a heart beat, a glimer of eyes, a strung on heart strings, a butterfly in stomach, a taste of heaven, a blossom of flowers, a whisper of love. You feel it all, just by looking at him. He pass and spreads on your mind and body and soul, a folklore.

‘Yeah, what is this. . .’

“Hey, what's your name? I feel like mister gold is an old a nickname anymore.” He stopped talking to look at you, you swore he brought life to you the moment he laid his eyes on you after dying from his beauty.

“Well i am–”

‘Just a second, she doesn't know i am Rex Lapis yet.’

You patiently waited for him to say his name. He sighed and continued.

“– nameless.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I am nameless, I don't have a name.”

“What? How is that? Then what do people call you?” Confusion painted your face.

“It's. . . anything, they call me anything they want since i am– well. . .nameless.”

“Odd, how is that even possible.” You muttered. You stared into nothing until an idea come to you that removed the cease in your eyebrows.

“Ah ha! I'll give you a name instead since you don't have one!” You grin at him. Its his now turn to furrow eyebrows.

“Give me. . .a name?”

“Yup! yup! I'll make you one so i don't have to call you mister gold anymore.”

“What will you call me then?” He asked her, looking forward to his name created by you.

“Well, let's see,” You put you hand under your chin, thinking of a name for him.

“How about. . .

. . . Zhongli!”

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ABOUT NOLAN PATRICK AND SLURS

As someone who's always talking about the issues trailing hockey culture, I feel like pointing some things out, considering this is about acknowledging issues and actively working on them.

After speaking up on the Vince Dunn issue it came to my knowledge that Nolan Patrick also used slurs on Twitter during the same time Vince did, and since we don't use two sets of standards here I couldn't simply ignore it.

As human beings, we grow up in a society that bases itself on forces like racism, homophobia, a set of other equally problematic issues, that means with fourteen to fifteen years old you may not know the implications of a slur in a whole oppressive system, but you do know the slur is wrong! You can't tell me that a fourteen years old was too young or too innocent because at fourteen years old I was months away from traveling all alone to a different country to study, at fourteen years old as a poc I do remember how it hurt to see people using slurs, I was well aware because I was at the receiving side of that violence, we cannot pretend as if age excused us of answering for what we did/said. Age does influence our understandings, yes, but it does not excuse you, you do know it is wrong, you may not be well aware of the bigger picture or educated enough, but you know it's not right.

What we have to consider while thinking about those players' backgrounds? Most of them are white, male, and rich, which means the chances they were exposed to social debates like racism, homophobia, etc are very low, but when they become a public figure, they are now dealing with the bigger picture, and not educating themselves on important topics is a choice. Not speaking up on issues that are constant in their leagues is also a choice, but choosing to do it when there is old stuff about you being brought up is even more problematic. How can we be sure you changed if you choose to sweep the dirt under the rug?!

The second thing I want you to consider is that at age fourteen/fifteen these guys were already playing hockey in a minor league that is also very violent when it comes to homophobia, racism, and social issues. They are part of hockey culture, a culture that has been building itself since a long time ago, and it still in the building process when we choose not to acknowledge this stuff. And I'm well aware that the way we openly debate things nowadays is different than how we used to do five years ago, but we still hurt people in this process and we need to recognize this and speak about it in order to change. If we keep choosing to ignore what happened and "move forward" we'll never really move.

The environment these guys grow up in is problematic and they shape the stuff they said/thought while young, but what are they openly doing nowadays out of that environment?? are they really out of it??

Vince Dunn not only tweeted slurs when he was sixteen, but he also used the N-word during a live stream and proceeded to pretend as if he didn't, and he chose not to speak up on racial issues until he was pressured to. Everything coming up about Vince is proof that he hasn't really changed -at least not how people thought he did, while in Nolan's case there's nothing and this non-existence is a problem as well because it brings uncertainty, therefore you can't neither defend nor accuse him, but you can recognize that what he did was still wrong. His friends using it around shows that it wasn't a one-time thing, that it was a common vocabulary and this common vocabulary harmed idk-how-many queer people inside and outside his bubble.

While you may think this is calling someone homophobic based on an old tweet, this isn't! This is about pointing an issue and seeing the way it reflects on hockey culture nowadays. This is about recognizing our roles in oppression systems and working to change them. I'm not walking along with canceling culture, but I think people need to be held accountable for what they do (this goes from Vince to favs like Nolan). As Robin would say the key to moving forward is what we do with our discomfort.

That being said, me >>>melinda<<< as a bisexual woc am not comfortable talking about Nolan like I used to, I won't be writing about him anymore. I'm still comprehending the whole thing, but this just turned me off.

We can choose to discuss this openly and agree that white supremacy/straight cis structures are violent and use this debate as a door to change not only hockey culture but also the culture of our little bubble, or we can choose to sweep the dirt under the rug -as we always do, and the NHL does- and keep watching these aggressions making the league and this community even less safe and more harm to bipoc/queer.

You can see about the Vince issue here and here

#Im still overwhelmed with all of this #but I did a lot of thinking and I'm not comfortable writing about him anymore #I don't think he's a bad person #but I'm kinda sad seeing stuff like this being brough up and the silence from the other side yk #not cool #again: this is not me canceling someone or telling yall to stop supporting #but I (MELINDA) am not supporting anymore #nolan patrick #vince dunn #hockey culture #mel rants #tw slurs #tw homophobia

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

TRUTH AND LIES ; PART 3 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 3.5k SUMMARY: You and Loki make a trip to the open market which leads to a flurry of thievery, arrests and an almost death. A/N: Hey hey, I guess I’m just updating this series on no porper day because I’m a bitch for procrastination wohoo! There’s so much going on in this chapter, probably a little too long but I hope you like it <3 gif from this gifset by @hiddleston-daily WARNINGS: Swearing, laser rifles, electrocution, intended execution, Loki being annoying. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

“So, what do you propose?”

Loki questions, walking beside you through the winding pathways of the outskirts of the city of Sakaar. Stalls propped up on stilts, colorful fabric hung overhead as a shield from the blazing sun of the afternoon. He’s dressed like a Sakaarian, drapery of vivid and bright colors, similar to yours—both passing through, hiding in plain sight amongst the crowd of contrasting species.

The place inevitably stinks, living up to the planet’s nature.

Yet, it’s a world of textile mania. Everywhere he looks, there’s a pop of color, radiant and brilliant. Whether it’s the clothes of the locals, the paint that adorns the structure of their faces, or the streaks of blue and red cascading down the walls of the city in the glimmer of the sun.

Your eyes seem to glow in the reflection of the sunlight; the shawl conceals the crimson scar well enough—barely recognizable in your disguise. Your gaze meets his. “Well, I propose we steal one of the Grandmaster’s ships. They're the only ones that are strong enough to enter the Anus.”

Loki flashes you a look, “You have to stop calling it the Anus.”

Your rapid steps come to halt at the foot of a stall, an extensive table with miles of crates filled with an array of vegetables and fruits. Some wiggle their way through the crowd of customers, some rigorously examining every blemish of each fruit while others attempt negotiating the prices with the distraught-looking vendor with a face of sapphire.

It’s a pastiche of a Pieter Bruegel painting. And the two of you are seemingly animate characters at the center of it.

Loki trails closely behind you—much to your dismay— shouldering a two-headed lady by accident, both heads snapping at him with blazing eyes. He mutters an apology as she quickly disappears into the crowd. He turns and nearly loses sight of you, instantly shouldering his way to stand beside your figure as you hum with amusement, brows raised. Your head tilts, eyes on him once more. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would it help if I called it the ‘giant red hole’ instead?”

He blinks. “You have somehow made it sound worse.”

You hum once more, cautiously gazing at the hectic vendor. “It’s one of my many talents.”

With a swift motion, he follows your fingers that delicately pluck one of the odd-looking blue enlarged berries from the stand, sliding it into your stash in a matter of a split second.

He’s almost impressed.

“I suppose thievery is one of your many talents.”

It’s both a question and a statement—Said in a tone of near mockery. Loki is starting to get on your nerves with the unnecessary commentary on every decision you made that led the two of you to this very moment—a routine you’ve repeated for years before his arrival. Oh and he’s well aware of the growing aggravation towards his sheer presence. It’s a feeling he’s no stranger to. It feels like home.

Your once monotony interactions are now turned into a muse for Loki’s own entertainment.

“Look, you really don’t have to announce and narrate every aspect of your silly observations like we’re in a stupid play. Especially, when I’m doing something that’s fairly frowned upon—”

“Fairly frowned upon? Really?”

A groan escapes from the scowl of your lips. You look like you’re about to kill him.

“Just shut up, for God’s sake.”

You snatch him by the wrist, forcing your way through the sea of Sakarriaans. Your grip is surprisingly firm—he scoffs, twisting his arm out of your grasp almost in a child’s manner. “Would you stop that?” he says as you lead him away from the bustling crowd, a corner where two perpendicular buildings meet. You turn to him in a somewhat exaggerated attempt to express your resentment towards him, pulling the shawl away, revealing your face as you hold your pointer finger to him like it’s a weapon. Loki instinctively staggers back in his stance. “No, you stop that!” you hiss, advancing towards him. “I told you not to mess with my shit and what you did there, that’s messing with my shit.”

Again, he finds himself caught in the act of your fury and frustration. He quickly notes that you seem to have an uncontrollable temper, and it’s unpredictable. You’re living in a constant predicament, one slight prod and you’ll burn, spontaneous combustion and you’ll burn right through everything, God or not.

You sigh, caressing your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s just...I’ve been alone for so long and this,” You gesture between the two of you, “I never thought it’ll be possible to experience this again.”

Loki arches a beckoning brow. “Which is?”

You blink once, then twice, pursing your lips. “Company.” you punctuate it like it leaves an unpleasant taste on your tongue—you’re embarrassed to reveal a side of vulnerability. Like you have been in a constant fight to build the walls around you, to keep your guard up at all times, no matter the circumstance or cost. Whatever happened between you and the Grandmaster, destroyed the remains of your personality, your ability to feel like a human being and coping and living with the knowledge that you will never get off this planet and never return home for years. You deserve a fraction of his reverence, not sympathy.

Forced into the realm of independence with no one to cry out to. Your life oddly and eerily reflects his. He can’t help but feel that maybe it’s fate that hauled him out of the Bifrost, sending him flying into Sakaar and crashing into the very home you reside within.

His mouth runs dry for the first time because there’s nothing to say. You apologize even when you don't need to and the part of you that protrudes is your honesty—a part of you that differs from himself. You’re truthful, even to a stranger. Nevertheless, he nods.

A yell from a distance captures your attention, a man on the other end of the pathway that leads to the markets, dressed in the armor of red—a Sakaarian guard, armed with a laser rifle. The guard, unfortunately, might recognize you, with your face out in the open. Your scar makes you stand out like a sore thumb. It’s every criminal’s nightmare.

You discreetly turn your head towards the wall in a desperate attempt to hide your identity even though you very well know, there’s a significant chance it isn’t going to work. Your figure is now close to his, he can almost feel the erratic beating of your heart. You’re...afraid.

The sentry on patrol nears the two of you, expression unreadable, concealed under the mask of red strokes like warrior paint. His voice is low, authoritative. “Everything alright here?”

He must have noticed the commotion during the heat of your argument, perhaps recognizing the tone of your voice which does not help with the plan the two of you are drafting to get off this planet, or maybe, he is just genuinely concerned. The latter seems improbable by the way the guard stands, hands hovering over the trigger of the rifle.

Loki decides it would be best to negotiate and pretend everything is fine. He would much rather avoid a fight because he would hate for you to end up dying as a prisoner in the arms of the Grandmaster. Well, because you’re on his way out. Nothing more.

He turns to the sentry with his usual charming smile, palms raised to indicate he means no harm. It's an image of vulnerability. The guard seems to relax at this, fingers moving away from the trigger of his weapon although his posture remains sturdy.

He’s alone, no other guards are lurking nearby. If anything were to happen, at least it will be two against one.

How foolish.

“Everything is quite alright, kind sir. It’s just one of our...common little spats, nothing more. The missus says I don’t give her enough attention and well, you would know how that turned out—”

You nearly choke at Loki’s words. Out of all the possible reasons, he chooses a lover's spat as an excuse. An incredibly absurd and petty lover’s spat.

Now, you're his fucking missus.

The armored man is unfazed by Loki’s charm; he doesn’t seem convinced. He turns to you, gesturing to your figure with his rifle. “Show your face, ma’am.”

Loki is quick to step in. “Sir, I believe that would be rather embarrassing for her. You see, she has been crying, and it’s not a pretty sight. Red all over, bloodshot eyes—you know.”

You roll your eyes. Now, all you want to do is send your palm flying across his face. Hard.

Once more, the guard doesn’t completely believe Loki’s explanation.

Loki turns to you discretely, extending his open palm to you. He whispers lowly. “Do you trust me?”

You simply shake your head.

Nevertheless, you take his hand.

Before you know it, you’re being hurled by the arm, head first and now the two of you are in a full-out sprint, spinning, and weaving from every pedestrian. Your shawl is long gone, Loki has magically switched back to his original Asgardian outfit. The sentry tails behind the two of you, close enough to hear him speak through the telecommunication device attached to his armor. “It’s the girl—Scrapper 170!”

The two of you dive down an alley, the sentry starting to gain. Loki turns to you mid-sprint with an exasperated look. “Scrapper 170? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Now is not the time, Loki!” you groan, voice trembling with every land of your quick feet against the ground. The sentry halts and aims. A flash of purple passes you by an inch. You duck instinctively, feet stumbling and your hand leaves Loki’s. The laser beam crashes into a wall, leaving a massive hole in it. You hear a woman shriek from the other side through the hole.

You round the corner, catching the glimpse of not one but three guards running after you. You instantly spin away to see Loki just about a meter ahead. You power through, catching up to his side. The alley breaks into a clearing, leading you back to the open market that teems with the same hectic and rowdy crowd of Sakaarians. Another shot fires at the two of you; it blasts like a hand grenade—the crowd screams. Loki is shoved away from you and with a turn of your head, you completely lose sight of him. Another blast of the rifle, you duck in time as it hits the crate of fruits behind. You kamikaze down the little avenues lined with vendors and shops, careening through the labyrinth. There’s a sentry at every turn, emerging from the crowd, behind the counter, tent flaps, and crates.

Amid the chase, you halt at a dead end. Behind you, the guards are catching up. At the corner of your eye, you spot Loki on the other side of the market, a few stalls away. His eyes are wide, and you’re trying to catch your breath. You step forward, ready to make his way to him when suddenly you hear something tick by your ear, then a wave of excruciating pain burns throughout your body—muscles spasms all over, you could barely control your own body any longer. Then, complete darkness as you felt your knees give out, face hard to the ground. The last thing you heard was your scream.

-

Maybe, you are meant to live your life filled with events of deja vu—a life of full circles and time loops. Maybe, you are meant to live a life of crime with the constant disability to learn from your mistakes, having been caught on numerous occasions because as soon as your brain awakens from its weakening of electrocution torture, there’s a familiar sense of aftermath pain, the sight of colorful grand walls, the feeling your hands cuffed to a rock metal chair and the grinning smile of none other than the Grandmaster.

You are stuck in a cycle, and you’re never breaking free.

The Grandmaster calls out your name with an almost chilling enthusiasm to his tone.

“At last, we meet again, 170! I’ve missed you, you know. You, uh, you really were something, huh? Intelligent. Pretty. Brought me lots of great stuff. Like that guy—What’s his name? Oh! Ares, God of war. He was a brilliant champion. Now, look at you. All dirty, disgusting and that hideous scar, ugh—” The Grandmaster cringes, gesturing to your figure with that melt stick of his. You flinch as he nears you, deciding how much you hate that shimmering golden robe. “Though I’ll have to admit, you are good at hiding. It’s almost annoying...Do you agree, Loki?”

He turns and you follow his gaze. Loki stands by the corner, looking almost sheepish. Your eyes are now immense, face painted with hurt and betrayal albeit you don’t necessarily demonstrate it. Loki averts his gaze to the Grandmaster. “I suppose.”

The silver-haired man laughs with a wagging finger to him. “I like you, Loki. I really do.”

You cringe at his words. He turns to you, smile gone.

“Hey, now you are going to tell me—I mean, really tell me—who exactly you are and where you’re from.”

You spot the furrow of the God's brows. His voice is faint, like the time at the market, asking you to trust him. “Is she not from Earth?”

The Grandmaster seems to be taken aback by Loki’s sudden question, narrow eyes bouncing between the two of you. Then, his mouth curves into an apparent ‘o’. “Oh, I see what’s going on. Wow. You actually believed that little story of hers? That she’s from a planet called Earth and an astronaut? Oh, you poor thing,” He speaks through his chuckles, amused by Loki’s expression of bewilderment.

So much for being truthful.

“You know, I always have the intuition for liars like you. So, there was no way you could have faked it all the way through.” His attention is on you, but you’re too busy looking at your unlikely ally or you dare say your partner's unreadable manner. Blank face. Usual posture. You hope to spot a hint of sympathy or sadness in his eyes. There’s nothing.

You can’t save yourself and neither can he.

You, after all, betrayed him in terms of your unknown identity. It’s expected he wouldn’t do the same. Yet, this is Loki getting a taste of his own medicine. If it weren’t for your imminent death, you would find this situation rather amusing.

“So, are you going to tell us the truth?”

Your gaze returns to the taller man. “No.”

You’re not sure how to feel about that single word being the last word you speak.

The Grandmaster blinks then shrug coyly. “Oh well, that’s quite a pity,” he moves around, gazing at the surrounding guards, hand on his hip. “So, uh, we’re doing this, huh?”

No one in the room moves or speaks.

He sighs, extending the melt stick to you. “Yeah, okay...See ya, then!”

You shut your eyes, ready to succumb to the pain of being liquefied. You wonder if it hurts and that the past victims you have witnessed were being dramatic as they screamed for the end of their lives rather than the pain itself. In all honesty, you’re terrified although you believe you shouldn’t be. Death is inevitable, after all, and you’ve been prepared for many years, living in hiding.

This is it. This is when you finally rest.

You miss home. Wherever that is.

“Wait!”

Your eyes are wide open, they fly to Loki who has his arm stretched out, nearing the Grandmaster. The melt stick is inches away from your face. The Grandmaster spins away from you, attention directed to Loki. “Really, Loki? I was so close to having the pleasure of melting her!”

For an Elder of the Universe, he could erratically act a lot like a child. A child with an obsession with control and murder. Psychopathic child.

You observe the two enter an argument of whispers and dramatic hand movements. Then, the colorful psychopath in that hideous shimmering coat swivels in his stance, gaze at you as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. “Fine. I guess I don’t have to know who exactly you are. On behalf of Loki here who seems very keen on keeping you alive, you are pardoned,” Your mouth flies open in response. “But! I’m putting you on probation. 142 will be keeping a close eye on you. So, yeah. Lie to me again and I’ll have you executed for real.”

The Grandmaster walks away and your wrists are released from the cuffs of the chair.

Loki retains that darn smirk on that charming face of his.

-

The slave quarters seem huge from the last time you were here. In comparison to your unstable shack of a home in the outskirts of the city, anything cleaner and brighter than that shithole was enough to fulfill your heart’s desire for an ideal place of residence. It’s the same room you occupied before you fled and went into hiding. You recognize the markings on the wall, roman numerals, hidden in the corner by your bed, counting the days since you arrived on Sakaar. That was years ago, maybe a decade—you lost count.

There’s a knock on the door; it swishes open to reveal none other than Loki, dressed in a different but relatively similar outfit to his original Asgardian clothing. It’s blue instead of green. You abruptly decide you like the way it brings out the specks of blue in those irises of emerald.

You cross your arms. “So, I assume you got caught, but I want to know how the hell did you not get this thing?” You tap the obedience disk on the curve of your neck. His smile curves into a smirk. “One word: Silvertongue.”

Your snort, nearing him. “That’s two words.”

Loki simply rolls his eyes. “No, it isn’t. It’s two—it doesn’t matter.”

That deafening silence wave over the two of you. You purse your lips.

“Why did you save me back there?”

The God blinks, shoulders squaring. There’s a sudden tension in the air.

“Well,” his head tilts as he clears his throat, trying to form the right words. He wets his lips. “If someone manages to trick the God of trickery himself, maybe that someone is worth saving.”

His response startles a distinct silence from you—the silence of awe and contemplation. He says you're worthy of saving, a sentence you never thought you’ll hear from the man who crashed through your roof and proceeded to be threatened with a dagger. The man who seemed to have some sort of inclination and ambition to annoy the death out of you. It’s bizarre how life works, how two diverging lives end up intertwined with one another in the most unlikely circumstance, and how time truly heals. It mends the wounds of the lonely, the ones who were told they were never enough.

Maybe scarce and scarce turns out to be enough after all.

You see yourself in him, a complex mind and a misunderstood heart. It’s frightening how you somehow understand, and you somehow don’t simultaneously.

People are complex. Life is complex.

He watches you with that same look when he initially heard the vocals of Freddie Mercury.

You’re no Freddie Mercury, you know that.

Your voice cuts through the silence. “Thank you.”

Loki seems to snap out of what felt like forever, responding with a curt nod.

“I’ll see you at dinner then,” he says, backing away into the hallway as he readies himself to leave. “And please, wear something better than that hideous heap of trash.” He gestures to your figure; your clothes are rugged and filled with dust and sand.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“We can resume our plans to getting off this planet after that,”

With a smug look, he spins on his heel and leaves. The door closes with a whirring sound. You feel heavy.

And God, you need a drink.

You quickly locate the drinking glasses, in one of the cabinets above the kitchenette. As you rummage through the rest of the drawers and cabinets in search of a bottle of something, a soft hum from the other side of the room catches your attention.

Your figure spins and you’re met by the sight of a group of materialized armored soldiers, clad in black. You heave a profound sigh of relief, a grin curving upon your lips.

“You guys finally found me! What took y'all so long? I’ve been stuck here for ages—”

“It appears to be a standard sequence violation.” one of the armored men say with an A-50 scrawled vertically on his helmet in orange.

You furrow your brows, feeling your heart stop. “Wait, what—”

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Scared Timeline.” Hunter A-50 speaks. There’s a wave of sympathy flashes upon his expression. “I’m sorry.”

The cup falls to the floor, shattering into serrated pieces that surround your feet. Your heart begins to pound. As the other hunters grasp onto your arms, you are hauled through the translucent glowing doorway. Then, you hear the words of A-50 that struck your heart like a dagger.

“Reset the timeline.”

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#loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki x you #loki laufeyson x you #loki imagine #loki series #marvel imagine

[grittyreadsfic]

haha welcome to my newest rec list, what a run we had tho, a collection of all of my favorite nate bastian/mikey mcleod fics. rip superbuddies, they're not dead, nate's just in fuckin SEATTLE

the only hard part of making this list was not just listing out every fic ao3 user lotts has for the pairing which i did consider doing. so.

all that by lotts

summary: If Mikey gets a soulmate soon, he’ll have to explain the whole Nate situation.

Not– not that there's a real Nate situation, per se, but it’s just– Mikey has Nate, and it’s kind of a thing.

(Or: there very much is a Nate situation. There's also a Mikey situation. Eventually, they realize this.)

why i love it: to me, this is the superbuddies fic-it’s got the perfect pacing from friends to lovers with just the right around of blurred lines between what’s normal for friends and what’s something more, and their characterizations are just *chef’s kiss* it’s also such a great take on soulmates, and it really covers the different ways people can feel about their soulmates/the concept in general

kiss the night air by clementiae

summary: Jersey, Jersey. Whispered into the warmth of their laced fingers like a prayer.

It was a stupid dream. Mikey wanted it to last.

why i love it: never has under 1.3k words made me want to cry as much as this fic has. the way talking about their dream of playing together evolved, the narrative structure that builds? absolutely hits, very good if you want to cry about the expansion draft

sure thing by bitter_leaf

summary: In the history of hockey, there’s no way something like Nate suggested has never happened before and Mikey feels out of control following that thought down the rabbit hole, how he’d be powerless to stop it if it did, and that’s if he’d even want to stop it. The terrifying thing is that even though he can’t see it happening—they’re both straight, this whole fucking thing is just a thought experiment, pretend—now that Nate’s painted the picture for him, he can’t stop thinking about it—whether he’d even notice the signs until it was too late.

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Sick of their teammates chirping them, Mikey and Nate pretend to date.

why i love it: i’m SUCH a sucker for fake dating aus, and this one does it so well. It really leans into the messy and complicated feelings part of fake relationships that i don’t think gets explored enough, and it handles it so, so, so well.

you let him wonder but you never let him sink in his teeth by anonymous

summary: Mikey didn’t really pay attention much in biology— didn’t have to, not really— but he vaguely remembers something about doing heat by yourself in a pinch. There were lots of warnings about it.

“You can’t just be alone,” he says and Nate lets out something that sounds like laughing.

Mikey is just trying to be helpful, and Nate is just trying to get through it.

why i love it: i really love omegaverse fics that invert the usual takes on the tropes (and this is one of them!) and it just really is a great look at their dynamic. i really like this take on mikey and nate as a whole, as well

though far away, we’re still the same by rathands

summary: Mikey wishes he wasn’t in love with Nate, because everyone knows that juniors shit—it doesn’t work out. Like Dylan and Mitch.

why i love it: lots of fun bad communication between nate and mikey, and i think this one really handles the emotion of it all so well. absolutely peak idiots to lovers, and i really love that it gives us both of their point of views

so i don’t have to keep imagining by preciousthings

summary: “It was a mistake. That’s— I didn’t mean that, and that’s it.” Mikey says, but he can’t quite meet Nate’s eyes. “That’s where I’m at, I guess.”

“That’s what I thought. So, we’re on the same page.” Nate nods.

(or: lost gold medals, ill-advised snapchats, love confessions, meddling teammates, and a whole lot of miscommunication.)

why i love it: i just think the premise of this works so, so, so well for them-it’s another great idiots to lovers vibe for nate and mikey, and the whole concept of drunkenly telling your crush you love them via snapchap? yes, good, correct

there is a bridge over a river, and some days it is lovely by lotts

summary: “What are you doing here?” Mikey asks, trying and failing not to stare, but Nate’s staring right back, like he’s also not sure what’s going on.

“I figured I’d meet you here,” Nate says. “Put a familiar face on the Binghamton welcoming committee.”

Mikey looks around. “There’s no one else here.”

“Well, it was either a familiar face or no face,” Nate says with an uncertain smile, like he’s not quite sure he’s allowed to make a joke.

why i love it: perhaps i love it because i like to hurt my own feelings, but this is really just a well done fic that really just hits. it’s honest and emotional and you can feel the weight of that throughout it, but it does have a pretty light hearted ending that is good and hopeful. bonus points for being one of my favorite break up make up fics ever and currently my most read fic of 2021

a catch in the curse by aliquis

summary: Mikey McLeod is gifted — or cursed — with the power of psychic persuasion. With the ability to bend people’s ears to his will, Mikey is well aware of how dangerous a power he wields, and the responsibility he bears to not abuse it.

Though he rarely uses his gifts, new developments in his friendship with Nate Bastian may threaten his control. Mikey would do anything to protect his best friend, including finding a way to get rid of his powers for good. Luckily, Newark’s own witch in the woods may be able to help.

why i love it: magic au!!!! i cannot stress how fantastic the world building is in this series (you don’t have to read the tknp fic that’s first to follow what’s happening, but it is worth the read) and mikey’s feelings towards nate and his own struggle is just!!!! honestly i’m just a series of exclamation points about it all

Invisible string by philatoi

summary: Mikey has known he’s liked guys since the first time Nathan Bastian smiled at him. That’s the thing, almost everything about Mikey’s sexuality has involved Nate — which isn’t necessarily bad. In Mikey’s humble opinion, Nate is the perfect person to fall in love with. Highly recommended. Mikey doesn’t regret putting all his eggs in that basket for the last six years.

why i love it: the pining in this, the emotions of it all-just absolutely top notch all the way around, and really just what i wanted out of a superbuddies fic. it really just feels so right for nate and mikey, and i just love it

you are a diamond and i’m just coal by hannah_baker

summary: When Mikey learns his roommate Nate isn't going home for Christmas, he drags Nate back home with him for break.

Or, the one where Mikey thinks all of his feelings for his roommate are platonic, and everyone laughs at him for it.

why i love it: me picking between this and hannah_baker’s other christmas centric superbuddies fic was like picking a favorite child. this is one of my all time favorite takes on mikey in any fic, and i always love a good college roommates au. just such a wonderful fic

turn the lights off, i’m in love by awoogah123

summary: “I can’t go to sleep yet,” Mikey murmured against Nate’s mouth, “I’m not tired.”

Nate knew this couldn’t be true, his and Mikey’s season had just finished and they were both exhausted. Still, Nate knew what Mikey meant when he said he couldn’t go to sleep yet, that he was too wired up, because he felt exactly the same way.

“I think I’ve got a way to make you more relaxed,” Nate said, mouth curving into a smirk as he brushed a hand over Mikey’s cheek. Mikey’s mouth smiled against his own.

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Nate and Mikey are there for each other when the Devils don't make the playoffs.

why i love it: do you ever just need some soft comfort to cope? yeah me too! this fic is that and i was very 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 about it when i read it

#fic: lotts #fic: clementiae #fic: bitter_leaf #fic: anonymous #fic: rathands #fic: preciousthings #fic: aliquis #fic: philatoi #fic: hannah_baker #fic: awoogah123 #fic: nate bastian and mikey mcleod #fic: nate bastian #fic: mikey mcleod #fic: devils #fic rec #rec list: what a run we had tho #hockey rpf #men’s hockey rpf #hockey fic #hrpf #and the first ever official rec for a seattle player rip to my HEART #fic: kraken

[3lsmp]

I AM ASKING. TELL ME THE THINGS :D :D

ALRIGHTY ANON!! Under the keep reading bc I got excited and typed a LOT

The Hobbit husbands base is a pokemon center, which is why no one dared to destroy it! Its literally needed and a 100 % vital structure for the whole server.

Because of ^ this Scott is similar to a nurse Joy type, bringing potions and elixirs everywhere with him (like in actual 3rd life!)

The "TNT" and "Arrows" are all pokemon attacks, Every player has a team of 6, some more suited to build, some more suited to fight

Instead of being an Enchanting place Renchanting sold TMs and with more bookcases they leveled up their library of TM and HM moves that players can teach to their pokemon, hence why scar kept trying to steal their "enchantment table" (theres no pokemon universe term for a HM teacher sooo-)

Enderchests are just PCs to store your pokemon in ! theyre still obviously quite rare and hard to build.

The life system works on a system of your team getting wiped out instead of your HP reaching Zero, If all 6 of a persons pokemon faint then they lose 1 life!

Revives + the like are unobtainable in this since it destroys the 3 lives mechanic

I have no explanation for the nether. minercaft h/ll is now also pokemon h/ll apparently SDFNKSKJ

Pizza is a wild pokemon (I have yet to decide which) that Grian and Scar befriended in the desert, she hates pokeballs so neither of them every catch her, she just vibes. she also isnt killed !! I again have no explanation for this lets pretend she ran away to save the "killing a pokemon" thing sdfnknds

Joels wolf army is just mightyenas and poochyenas! again, they don't die, just faint and wake up healed later on.

Actually ive decided the nether is just. an area of the overworld. like a big huge cave somewhere that people dont go into because the wild pokemon are dangerous. bam. fixed. solved.

obviously not everything fits cleanly into this au but :D its fun !!!

you could also spin this into just. members of 3rd life in a normal life but they have pokemon au which is cute ;; like, include the same dynamics except theyre fighting in a pokemon league against eachother instead of the 3 lives thing- that would be super cool!!! and . based on the teams I made for everyone the winners would definitely be different? but eh :D

#asks #3lsmp #flower husbands #sand duo

[krazy-kipo]

Amber Knight "Pyro"

Information

Name: Amber Knight

Nickname: Pyro

Species: Human

Powers: Genetic experiment

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Stats

Intelligence: Very High

Strength: High

Fighting Skills: High

Speed: Average

Durability: Very High

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 Profile

 Age: 17 (217) years

 Weight: 200 pounds

 Height: 5'10"

Sexuality: Non-binary Lesbian

 Ethnicity: Irish and Native American

 Skin Color: Caucasian 

 Hair color: Dyed Red

 Eye color: Brown

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 Background

 Weapons: Gunpowder, lighters, sticky sap, firecrackers, home made fire works, nectar bombs, experimental explosives, vines/ropes with hooks, daggers. Steel toed boots.

 Abilities:

- Understands Pyrotechnics to the core and can make an explosive or flammable object out of almost anything. 

- They have memorized the stars and their constellations, know the periodic table by heart, and are very booksmart. Has had many conversations with the Newton wolves and prides themselves on their knowledge. They aren't a super genuis but they know enough to keep an intelligent conversation going for a long time.

- Loves and is good at science. Enjoys reading and collects old books that they find so they can reas them. Not very good at math but is still considered a genius both in and out of a lab.

- Ambers very good with makeup and hair. They were studying cosmetology before the mute epidemic and used to make their own products with friends. Occasionally if they have the time they make conditioners that they sell and trade to mutes.

- Very good at parkour and are hard to sneak up on. They like to climb trees and have an extensive knowledge of nature. Botany and Astronomy were some of their favorite subjects so they have a great understanding of how the world works. 

- They have basic first aid and extreme wilderness survival training. They can start a fire without a flint rock or lighter, they know how to build structurally stable shelters in different environments, can make snares and traps for food, weave nets, dig deep ditches, they can grow and farm their own food, and can filter clean water for drinking.

- Very empathetic to mutes and sometimes it seems like they understand their thoughts. Mega mutes don't seem to mind their presence and will go as far as to hurt other mutes for messing with them. They have gained the interest of more than a couple gangs this way and have earned some respect despite being human.

 Weaknesses:

 - Can be snarky and this snark/sass has gotten them into big trouble with mute gangs. Also much like their weapons they have a very explosive personality. 

- Is very reckless and although smart has a low impulse control. They are often throwing themselves into situations they shouldn't be in and can get themselves hurt when trying to get out.

- Has a big heart for some things and will do whatever's needed to protect certain mutes. They can also be very cold to others without explanation and aren't the best with emotion because of trust issues. Expressing their feelings can be hard for them and being thrust into a world they don't understand or know has been a very difficult adjustment emotionally.

- Doesn't trust easily and has abandonment issues from their parents leaving them in their pod alone to wake up in a new world with no guidance or help. Because of this they have lost many potential allies and friends.

- High pain tolerance is both a gift and a blessing. They have hurt themselves many times without knowing it and have gotten sick from untreated burns and infections that could've easily been solved earlier. They also don't care that much about themselves so they get hurt a lot. 

- Don't ever tell the Mod frogs but they never learned to swim. The can kind of float but if the waters too deep they begin to thrash and will drown if they don't get help.

 Backstory

 Amber was frozen in a cryogenic pod. Their parents were scientists and they saw how the world was going to hell as mutes were just forming. When Amber was young they were sick so they experimented with different medicines and had many trial periods during their first couple years. Their parents began to notice the mutations in Amber as they got better and feared for their life with all the backlash for mutes.

Freezing Amber forcefully they woke up 200 years later in a world they didn't know or understand. Their family was gone and they had no idea if they woke up early or late or if they had just left them in the pod.

Alone and confused their survival pack which had been packed 200 years ago was all they had to face this crazy new world.

 Quickly getting used to mutes and how the new world order worked Amber made a name for themselves as Pyro. Not identifying as male or female they hid at Rat Land and wove in and out of the landscape traveling and creating maps that highlighted resources, hidden burrows, animal territories, and mute pack schedules. They made friends with many mutes and humans and did their best to only be hostile when needed and remain in neutral zones.

Although they were still dealing with their feelings from being abandoned and missing the Old World they found themselves falling in love with this new world and all the science and wonder that came with it.

 They always wear a gas mask and jacket to hide their figure and face. Whenever something goes wrong explosives are the first thing they reach for. Very intelligent for their age both with survival skills and book smarts they become a well known human quickly.

They meet up with Ben and Dave at RatLand and become fast friends. Every now and then they do jobs to help the two out and keep in close contact.

Pyro knows where things used to be and were stored, because of this they're the go too if you want something specific and can't find it. They take on jobs from mutes and get supplies that the packs need. In exchange their aloud safe passage through different territories. Typically the Mod frogs and Newton Wolves ask for their assistance. Through the knowledge they learn from other people and packs they are able to learn to survive.

They're able to avoid and escape Scarlemange despite his multiple attempts to add them to his human collection.

 The Mod Frogs turn against them and constantly look for them. Scarlemange makes it a game. Wanted posters are up everywhere just for them. He becomes intrigued with this person and when captured Amber quickly comes up with the lie their gas mask was burned on and taking it off would rip up their face and possibly kill them. Scarlemange pulls at the mask and a wet paper towel they stuffed in their mask earlier because of an injury falls out making him recoil. He believes that's flesh and decides they can stay and so can their mask...

 Their mask keeps them from falling under the influence of his pheromones. However when asked they agree to help him freely. Secretly they begin to free humans as they pretend to be a lab partner and sabotage his projects. Scarlemange doesn't notice or doesn't mention it. 

 Unable to control them and bored with his life Scarlemange goes to them for entertainment and companionship. He finds himself enjoying their snarky replies along with their long scientific, historical, cosmetic, or philosophical talks and slowly he grows more attached to this strange human. He begins making them the guest of honor at his balls and shares parts of his old life.

Pyro begins giving him small gifts. Things like origami flowers they made with spare paper, a picture they drew, a small passage they wrote, an interesting quote they think he'll like, a song they wrote or a book they found they think he may like. As Scarlemange becomes closer he finds he enjoys giving them things as well.

Dressing them up in different formal attire or spoiling them with nice things that usually only mutes would get. He realizes Pyro is his first human friend well friend at all and Pyro is probably not even their real name. He tries digging for more about their past and even opens up more about himself in an attempt to gain knowledge. They are vague in what they reveal and he finds himself craving more. He needs to be in control and he needs to know things. He starts getting clingy and worried they'll leave and abandon him.

 When his generals notice humans have gone missing and are escaping more frequently he starts to believe it's Pyro. He begins getting desperate for their real name and identity trying to dig up whatever he can from whoever he can. They're not from a burrow and they weren't born on the surface lands. They don't exist and have only just start appearing and it's driving him insane. Pyro talks to him but never about personal things, never about their past or growing up. Never about who they really are and where they come from. Things he's divulged to them. He wants to know what they look like and he becomes obsessed with finding a way to use his pheromones on them so they can never leave his side. His paranoia grows and he fears they'll become bored of him or that their friendship is an act and they'll leave him all alone.

 His attachment grows and he begins thinking of Pyro as his protege and successor. He needs to be able to see them. To control them so they can't leave. When he finds out what they've been doing behind his back and that his suspicions were right about the humans he becomes furious and demands the mask be ripped off as punishment. He figures with their medical lab they can just fix whatever happens and that it'll be fine. That Pyro will be okay and they'll continue to be good friends depsite the set back. 

 It comes off easy and Scarlemange realizes this entire time he's been tricked. He tries to spray them with pheromone perfume but they run off his throne platform, grab a vine and slide down to the ballroom running outside before they can be retrieved. Scarlemange makes it his goal to bring his friend back home and pays high prices hoping the gangs will find them and bring them back.

Whether they like it or not.

❤💛💚💙💜❤

Some pictures of Amber/Pyro

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(I'm working on hair consistency/length lmao)

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#kataow #kataow o.c #kipo o.c #amber knight #amber #pyro #platonic scarlemagne #mod frogs #newton wolves