#it would be a great thing about how even after the physical marks and scars of abuse are gone the mind is still affected

[mvltisstuff]

Eddie Diaz x female reader

Eddie and reader are childhood sweethearts and have been engaged for 4 years with their wedding is in a few months, reader is also a firefighter with the 118 & also maddie’s best friend. Reader is also close friends with Ravi and Buck. Reader is walking home one night alone after collecting food for Chris and Eddie when she gets mugged and attacked and left for dead in an alleyway, she has multiple injuries such as a gunshot or stab wound, dislocated shoulder, dislocated knee, broken arm along with cuts and bruises to her face. Someone finds her and she ends up in the hospital in a coma, eddie has a breakdown in the hospital and Chris also visits reader crying. Reader wakes up and panics about the wedding as she needs physical therapy on her knee that was injured, worried that she won’t be able to walk down the isle to Eddie, she has a panic attack and everything goes wrong. Maddie tries to help her through it. You can decide on the rest. 🩶🩶

sorry this is so long😅🥲

hope you’re doing well and having a great summer ❤️‍🩹🤍 xx

let the light in - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

gif from @housewifebuck

a/n: this request is from quite some time ago, but it’s been in the drafts for too long! i apologize and hope you enjoy <3 also this is not proofread btw 😭

each hit to her body ricocheted through her muscles, feeling the marks and scars form on her skin. it was a foreign feeling, one of fear and pain. y/n was helpless on the ground of the alley, and there was nothing she could do.

her heartbeat thumped in her ears, and she was horrified that she might not even look the same, let alone be the same. she faces things like this every single day, saving someone’s life but she could barely manage to save her own.

she only wanted to bring home food for chris and eddie, her beloved ones who instantly became her family. she was almost like a mother to christopher, and he was connected to her as she was always there for him.

the moment eddie proposed to y/n, he knew that there would be no hesitation. he had never felt this way about a woman before, let alone want to live with her until their hair turned grey. every single part of y/n left eddie enamored, just falling for her all over again. her persistence and attitude was nothing but precious to him, and he couldn’t help but love every part of her.

he waited for her to come home, knowing that she would be stopping at the grocery store. it was late, the sky dark and the streets only illuminated by the street lamps. he knows how tough she is, and she’d be ok. so, he patiently waited at home with his son, the worries in the far back of his head.

as y/n’s body was dragged about and penetrated with sharpness, all she could think about was her fiancé and stepson at home. the two people she loves most in this world. it was so hard not to give up and let these criminals take her life, but she knew neither of them could deal with her life being stripped away.

let alone the 118. bucks been her best friend since day one, being the first supporter of her and eddie’s relationship. he completely adores her and her humor, along with her strong work ethic. ravi has always looked up to her from the moment he stepped into the station on his first day. she assisted him and taught him with kindness, but didn’t go easy on him. she’s the reason that ravi is the firefighter he is, and he idolizes her for that, in and out of work. hen and chimney have been alongside her, running into each building and saving a civilian. she was almost too good to be true, and the people who attacked her had no idea.

the men heard the crumbling of rocks underneath tires, and scurried away into the midnight. y/n was left there to rot, laying on the hard ground and feeling herself bleed out. her entire body was in agony, but it was nothing compared to the thought of losing herself.

her weak fingers traveled to her pockets, taking out her phone with a shattered screen. surprisingly, the group wasn’t smart enough to steal it, and she thanked god for it. her blurry vision was tempting her, minutes away from fading into complete darkness. her mind was shrouded with negativity, but a flicker of hope came in when she heard maddies voice on the other side of the phone.

“maddie.” y/n groans, practically inaudible. maddie freezes at the letters of her name leave this woman’s mouth, being strictly confused but also horrified. “y/n.”

the slightly collection of blood in her mouth made the words jumble together, maddie using every ounce of brain power to put the pieces together.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t-“ the light goes off in maddies brain, finally being able to put the letters together, forming y/n’s name. “y/n?” she hears a painful groan of agreement from the muffled earpiece. “can you tell me exactly what happened?”

“they tried to kill me,” y/n informs her, slowing her breathing but it only makes her head spin faster. her eyes are closed, fighting the unconsciousness that’s begging to take over. “maddie, i’m not gonna be able to stay awake, but… i-i’m somewhere near the interchange.”

“y/n, honey, you have to try and stay awake for me, okay?” maddie begs, her eyes filling with moisture as she hears y/n’s small voice come through the phone in stutters. “y/n?” the phone lands over her torso, beginning to be stained with blood as y/n’s mind is shrouded in black, unable to process anything any longer.

eddie sat in the living room with christopher, watching a show for chris to practice his spanish. they were both invested in the plot, but also trying to expose christopher to the language.

eddie adored nights like this with his son. christopher is his sun, and his world revolves around him. he protects christopher with every ounce of his being, and there’s not a moment where he regrets any of it. the room was dimmed, the wick of the candle radiating a sweet smell as the words on the tv came through.

there was excitement in his mind as well, knowing y/n would be home soon to greet them. her alluring smile would be seen the moment she stepped in the door, and her bewitching voice became music to the boys. instead, when he heard others car doors slam, he was confronted with silence from his front door afterwards.

the next 15 minutes passed slowly but surely, and there were no signs of y/n coming home. he checked his phone only to find no messages or calls. his thoughts began to run through everything that could’ve happened, and he attempted to focus on the brighter ones. he finally heard the knock on the door, the pounding coming off assertive. somehow, he still wanted to find optimism and it could’ve been y/n.

when the door swung open, a burly man who was slightly taller than eddie stood in front of him. he had on a jacket with the LAPD, and eddie’s heart fell at the look on his face. it was blank on the outside, but eddie could tell he was here to deliver something horrid. he listened as the officer deeply uttered his first and last name, christopher lifting his head to the door at the unfamiliar voice.

in this line of work, eddie knew exactly why the man was here. “where is she?” eddie’s voice crackles, showing weakness when he’s so used to being strong.

the ride to the hospital was silent, deafening silence that only turned up the volume on eddie’s fears. the chugged through his head like a train on tracks, and he could barely see straight. he had absolutely no idea what to expect, only knowing that his girl was in the hospital. for all he could know, she could be wide awake or she could be in the morgue.

it felt like someone had grasped his heart, restricting him from breathing as he saw the almost empty waiting room. he desperately looked for anyone, finally landing his eyes on maddie.

“maddie!” he shouts, stomping over to her in anxiety. “what the hell happened?”

“i got a call,” maddie told him, her voice shaky and uncertain. “i could barely even tell who it was -her voice was so different- she told me that they tried to… they tried to kill her.” maddie mumbles the last part out, not wanting to imagine her closest friend’s life being taken.

the room started becoming blurry, all sights and sounds around eddie becoming irrelevant. it felt like he was the only person in the room, and someone from above was pointing and laughing at him. it was like a gunshot, being thrown back at the sudden force, or in this case, the sudden news that someone had attempted murder on y/n.

“i called buck, he’s on his way,” maddie says, fidgeting with her hands as she looks into eddie’s distant eyes. “eddie, sit down-“

“what room is she in?”

“i don’t know if you want to see her like this so fa-“

“maddie, i love you like a sister, but if you don’t tell me what room she’s in, i swear…”

“she’s in 319,” and that was the last thing eddie heard before taking wide steps through the hallways, his feet swiftly carrying him through the hospital as he eyes the door numbers. 316, 317, 318, and the one that held y/n inside. he prepared himself for the worst, but nothing could compare to actually seeing it.

each cut on her face was surrounded by a thick bruise disguising her angelic features. her soft, welcoming expression was replaced with discomfort and tightness. her eyes were tired and screwed shut, begging to remain closed and her lips were tightly coiled around the thick tube down her throat. the mechanical breaths pumped through her body, and eddie only hurt himself more with every step he took to her room.

she heard the thumping of footsteps down the hall, and prayed that it was eddie on his way to save her. she wanted him to just pick her up and they could run away, live their life and forget about all that happened that evening. she wanted to smile, but the look on his face was only disappointing.

his face looked as if someone had landed a punch to his gut, leaving his stomach dropping and shakiness building through his hands. he could barely figure out the words to say. his beautiful girl, the one he lays with at night and the one who kisses him with her soft lips. the one who he cries to and laughs with, and someone tried to steal it.

she had a long, white cast over her leg, being slightly elevated in the bed. he could see the bandages all over her body, and the thick wrap of gauze around her belly. he didn’t have any idea what to say, and it brought eddie back to the former years.

before he and y/n dated, shannon had passed away as eddie watched the life leave her eyes. he felt everything, the guilt, the grief, the anger. it took too long for things to return, but he never, ever wanted to experience that again. he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t manage to push through losing y/n.

y/n wanted to move so bad, she used all fibers of her muscles to try and bring herself up to meet eddie, but she was only met with his frozen figure staring down at her own. someone had put chains on her body, restricting her from moving or speaking, let alone open her eyes. she wanted to be caught while she was falling, but was just left dangling in the air without a hand to grab onto. just by the aura eddie reflects, she knew he was there.

he stepped closer, running his smooth fingers down her rough wounds, brushing her silky hair down. the hissing of her intubation flooded the silent room, realizing that it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

the door had remained open, the doctor entering the room and knocking on the open door. he stepped out and stood in front of the bed, carrying binders and charts in his arms. he looked through them, explaining each familiar term to eddie as he went down the list of y/n’s injuries. the doctor knew eddie well, him returning to the hospital to drop off a patient, or god forbid a patient himself. he let eddie sit alone next to her in the room, watching the very small movements of her chest.

the next person came rushing in, much faster than the doctor had. buck swung the door open, maddie trailing behind him in hesitation to see her friend like this.

“jesus,” buck whispers under his breath, stepping closer to eddie who’s elbows kneel on his knees. “you holding up?”

“i’m fine,” eddie tells his friend, fully aware he’s far from it. his eyes wander down to the ring in maddies hand, the one eddie remembers shining in the little box. it’s been years, but with their schedules, they could never find a date. they found their perfect venue and time, and y/n was so excited. now, it was questioned whether or not she would even make it to their wedding.

“i’ll call her family and take care of stuff for her and work,” buck assists, patting eddie’s shoulder before moving back out of the room with his cell phone. maddie takes this opportunity to step closer to eddie, and try to touch his heart to help ease the pain.

“you need to eat, or walk for a bit, eddie.” maddie tells him, lightly throwing her arms up and receiving zero glances from him. when she notices the distance in his eyes, she knows exactly what he needs. “eddie!”

he perks up, looking into maddies soothing eyes and seeing her begin to walk toward the door. “she’ll be ok for a minute, please just come with me.” she pleads, finally achieving to get eddie out of the uncomfortable hospital chair.

eddie follows maddie through the halls like he’s just a kid, letting his mother lead him through. it was a strange feeling, one that was out of his control. the control that he’s so used to having. maddie sauntered casually through the thick white walls and metal stretchers in the halls. she looked up and down the stretch of area, seeing no nurses or doctors. she swung open the storage closet, yanking eddie in and standing in front of the door. she leaned against it, looking into eddie’s exhausted eyes. they were so close to breaking, and maybe that’s exactly what he needed.

“it’s ok to let yourself take a break.” maddie says to eddie, watching him place his hands on his hips and allow his tired eyes to well up. “do whatever you have to. scream, cry, lay on the ground, throw those lap pads. it’s clear as day that you’re about to fall apart and you can’t carry this weight and be there for her at the same time.”

he spun around, spitting out a dry chuckle and losing the eye contact. he couldn’t face it, he couldn’t handle someone watching him look so weak. however, when maddie turned around, he knew that she was safe, and that he was too.

first, his breathing starts to pick up along with the sharp burning in his nostrils. it was as if the gears of an attack started turning, and eddie knew now that there was nothing to stop them.

his hands began to shake, messily frizzing his gelled hair as his fingers ran through it. his already tightened chest had began to feel like it was being crushed, and someone was wrapping their strong fingers around his heart.

the tears started coming in constant streams down his cheeks, leaving shiny residue on the soft skin. he tasted the salty cries on his lips whenever he took a deep inhale. with a strange sensation, there’s a feeling of lightness throughout his body. he knows too well that y/n remains helpless in the other room, but he also knows that he can’t control it.

in such a simply way, eddie cries. he cries for his son, who he knows is going to be completely shredded by the news of y/n’s condition. he cries for her parents, thinking about someone’s little girl in that bed. he cries for himself, watching his beloved fiancé lose herself. of course, he cries for y/n and how everything she loves has vanished due to the villains in this world.

when maddie turns back around, eddie is hunched over with his head in his hands. his fingers aggressively swipe at his eyes and cheeks, trying to rid any signs of upset in his face. maddie gives him the smallest, but the most reassuring smile that he’s gotten in a while. she opens the door, stepping out and they both walk back to y/n’s room.

eddie didn’t want christopher to see y/n so vulnerable like this. y/n had been a role model to chris since the day he met her, becoming an instant prized person in his life. christopher knew y/n was hurt, buck being the one to break the news as eddie physically couldn’t form the words. a few days had passed, and christopher still had not seen y/n, or barely even known what happened. someone did something bad, and that’s the only thing he could handle hearing.

christopher begged to see y/n to his dad, who tried to hide the situation from him as long as possible. he allowed eventually, becoming aware of the unfairness, and that christopher deserves to see favorite person, too.

buck walked into the doors with christopher, eddie meeting them at the front. eddie had become more accustomed to the sight of y/n on the bed, and her limp figure resting silently. he couldn’t help but let out a cheesy grin at his son, seeing him excitedly walk in to see y/n.

“dad!” he shouts, stepping closer to eddie who then embraces him.

“hey, chris!” he replies, thrilled to see his boy after the past few days from hell.

“is y/n better yet?” he asks, and the naivety almost breaks eddie.

“uh, not yet, buddy,” eddie mumbles. “she’s still sleeping.”

“can i please see her?”

“you can, of course, but christopher,” eddie kneels down to match his height, placing his hands on christopher’s sides. “i want you to know that she doesn’t look normal right now. it’s okay to be scared.”

“are you scared?”

eddie looks at the ground, not wanting his son to see him in his moment of weakness. he looks at buck, who wears the matching expression of glumness on his face. “yeah, i am. but, it’s going to be ok.” he takes christopher to the room, greeting everyone else who came to visit her.

hen leans against the wall of the room, toward the end of her bed. chim sits against the window, a grimace formed on his lips. ravi had come to visit, only being able to watch y/n on the small mattress. bobby watched, painfully, from the corner as well. athena had stopped by, but she was still on duty and had to leave.

christopher walked in, stepping up toward the bed and seeing a smile form on everyone’s face. they adore him, but he doesn’t understand how they can smile right now. “can she hear me?”

“i think she can,” hen replies, giving another grieving, but comforting expression

“y/n,” he begins. “i know you’re really hurt, but we all need you to come back. it’s not your fault, but you have to come back to us, and dad. everyone is here for you, and we all love you. you’ve always taken care of me, and i need you. you can’t let the bad guys win.”

eddie leans against the doorframe, his hand over his mouth and tears sprinting back down his face. he attempts to choke back the audible sobs, but the silent weeping in the corner almost felt worse.

the days passed, slow and agonizing days of seeing her only linear condition. it felt like nothing was going anywhere, until the doctors came in to check her on the week mark.

“her brain function is looking pretty good, it’s honestly best that the coma saved some of it. her heart rate looks extraordinary, and her white blood cell count is good, mr. diaz.”

the good news comes light as a feather to eddie, barely touching the optimism in his head. he knows he should be happy, but until he sees that beautiful face that he calls his awake and alert, nothing will be the same. he knew he should be grateful that she’s even breathing, but what he would give to be able to bring her back to the surface and hold his hand.

as much as it stung his heart, life continued without y/n’s consciousness. he had a child who had needs, a family who had needs, the person inside of him that also had needs. he was too smart to know that he was destroying himself every minute that he spent next to her brittle body. maddie swore to spend every second with her that eddie couldn’t be.

she sat besides her, spoke to her, told her stories and read her books. maddie always let y/n cry on her shoulder, now it was maddie weeping on her bedside. hours ticked by on the shiny hospital clocks, and the sun crept down and dimmed the sky along with the room. maddies eyes were pushed with weight, her own sleepiness covering her thoughts. she allowed herself to slump back on the chair, pulling her legs up and her breathing began to shallow, lulling herself to sleep.

the next time she awoke was around six in the morning, the morning sky slowly being illuminated by the orange sunrise. the light outside was glorious, the painting on the horizon better than any artist could create. the swift streaks of clouds only simply covered the sliver of sun peeking out.

when maddie stretched out her arms, she smiled at the warm colors outside the big glass window, she searched around the room, noticing the soft sound of fabric shuffling on the bed.

it was almost like a ghost had appeared and laid in the bed, moving itself around over the sheets. maddie directed her eyes closer, seeing y/n’s fragile fingers twitch and run over the smooth bed.

“y/n?” maddie asks, her voice still weak from her slumber. she begins to sit up, faster than before, to examine y/n’s face. there’s a brighter color to her features, her cheeks became more pigmented and she looked more full. she didn’t just look like another body in the hospital, waiting for her heart to give up on itself.

the more words that left maddie’s mouth, the more flickering she saw on y/n’s face. her heart was pounding against her chest, feeling the anxiety rise through her spine. “hey, y/n.” she whispers, giving a reassuring squeeze to her hand. after a few moments that felt like centuries, y/n’s eyelashes fluttered a bit, and her red, tired irises were finally revealed again.

eddie was laying on the couch, unable to sleep in the bed that once held the couple together. it felt eerily cold without her, his hand subconsciously floating over to run a hand over her back, only to be confronted with the chilly satin. he never wanted to leave y/n, but he also know that she would never want him to fall apart in the hospital watching her. he so badly wanted his eyes to finally shut, being able to give him even an hour of rest. someone had their fingers holding open his eyes, painting horrible images in his mind.

he turned on his back, his arm behind his head and staring into the bumpy, popcorn ceilings of his home. the home he shares with his son and his fiancée, the two people he cherishes the most. now, it was filled with darkness and loss and he prayed that he could get it back.

something grabbed ahold of his mind, halting his thoughts with the blaring noise of his ringtone. when he saw the ID of maddie illuminate his phone, he thought of the worst. either y/n was dead, and he never gets to see her again, or nothing has changed, and there is only more of an agonizing wait.

“eddie, you should get here,” was all he needed to hear over the phone before he roused christopher, dropping him off to get more rest at his tías, and eddie continued to speed over to the hospital.

the tube was gone. it was replaced with a skinnier cord, only pushing air into her through her lungs. her face, still bruised and scraped, but so alive. her eyes shined through the room, meeting eddie’s with a slight upturn of her lip. she was laying on her side with her hand under her cheek. the dark bags under her eyes were clear, but practically matching with eddie’s.

the moment he walked into that room and saw her, his rapid heartbeat began to slow, leaving a dropping sensation in his chest. he scurried over, not being able to stop himself from placing a long kiss on her lips, the ones that had just almost been taken from him.

“i am so, so sorry, mi vida, i wish i were here when you woke up,” he cries, tears welling up in his eyes.

“but you’re here now,” she rasps out, trying to lose the discomfort in her voice. “you’ve been here the whole time for me.”

“don’t ever leave me like that again,” he sighs, pressing his forehead against her own, letting her wired hand be placed on his cheek.

“i wasn’t scared of them,” y/n tells him. “i was scared that they’d take you away from me. i don’t ever want to leave you in the dust like i did last night.”

“last week, honey,” eddie grins with a bit of pity on his voice.

“oh, yeah,” she chuckles a bit, but afterwards grimacing at the pain in her abdomen.

“you should go to sleep, get some real rest this time.”

“i just slept for like, 160 hours, eddie.”

“i know, baby, but you still need to let yourself heal.” she smiles up at him, silently thanking him for his gentleness and tranquility. she nods, as he steps out to see the doctor. maddie returns back in, clutching her purse by her side and smiling her gorgeous maddie beam.

“hi again,” y/n smiles, seeing her best friend walk into the room once more.

maddie carefully walks in, placing her bag down and hugging y/n’s laying figure. “how are you feeling?”

“physically, a bit better,” y/n says.

“but what about the y/n i love. how is she doing in there?”

y/n pauses, all the thoughts rushing back through her head. every sentence screams through her ears, wanting to push itself to the front of her mind. every worry, every fear comes clean to the surface.

“maddie, i don’t know what to do,” her eyes begin to water, and her voice starts to tremble along with her hands. “we’ve been trying to plan this wedding for so long, and those men just took it all away from me. how am i supposed to just move on from that? i’m never going to be able to be the same after that. and eddie,” she sighs, pushing a long exhale out through her mouth. “i feel like i completely destroyed him with this. and now, i have to go to PT and i can’t even walk down the isle by myself! one of these days he’s gonna realize that i’m not worth anything anymore. i’m horrified that every day he has to take care of me, is just one part of him that doesn’t want me anymore.”

her breathing picks up, maddie trying to ease her but ultimately not being able to with just a simple touch. she looks at eddie, still focused on the doctor.

“listen, y/n/n,” maddie begins. “that gang took so much from you, but you have so many people on your side. they lost, you won. and with eddie, he would bleed himself dry if it meant you came home with him. every single breath you take is worth a million dollars to him. you are the most, fighter bitch i’ve ever met, and if anyone’s going to bounce back from this, it’s you. the moment you two kiss on that one night, all this worrying will be for nothing. he is your soldier, and he’ll never leave you. he would fight the gods if it meant he could keep you next to him every night.”

the tears fall onto her pillowcase, leaving several dark patches besides her face. eddie turns back around, letting himself back into to room only to see the upset written all over y/n’s face.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, the sweetness in the delivery of his words. maddie looks up at him, her eyebrows tilting up together in a sadness for her friend. sharp inhales and gasps come through y/n’s body, using her shaking hand to wipe the wet tears from her cheeks. “you’re ok, baby, i got you.” he tells her, sitting besides her on the bed and caressing her side. maddie kisses her cheek, stepping out of the room to leave the engaged pair alone.

“i never want to be away from you again,” she sobs. “promise me you’ll never leave me, and i promise i’ll always love you.”

“i’ll make this promise to you until the day we grow grey hair, or the day you don’t remember me anymore. i’ll promise you this every single day. i mean it when i say i love you more than anything.”

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[flashyfools]

months ago, while mindlessly scrolling through twitter, i came across an analysis of this particular panel from chapter 434 (i can’t remember who wrote the thread, i’m so sorry </3), and i really want to talk about it too.

(EDIT: original author of the thread is @goingbuggy!!! go check out their metas, they're amazing)

the thread was focusing on the way the speech bubble covers shanks's scar completely, and how it can be seen as a sign of vulnerability. oda is using shanks’s own words to hide his suffering, letting his physical scars be representative of his emotional ones, even though the event he’s talking about is completely unrelated to the way he got his scar.

in fact, we know shanks is not ashamed of the scar, since just a couple of pages after this one he mentions it directly as a way to start the conversation about blackbeard:

he doesn’t have a problem with the marking itself, it’s just used as a narrative device, a tool to highlight (in an extradiegetic way) his emotional wounds and the pain he always tries so hard to hide, in an effort to keep his usual composure.

the original author of the thread compared the panel from chapter 434 to another, way older one, from the very first chapter:

this takes place right after shanks loses his left arm to save luffy’s life. it’s obviously a very emotionally charged moment, which means the best thing to do would be showing a close-up of shanks’s reaction to everything that’s unfolding in front of him at that moment (luffy’s cries, or even his own reaction to his sacrifice). oda, however, chooses not to do that; instead, he hides half of shanks’s face, just like he did in chapter 434. the way the moment is portrayed tells the reader shanks is willing to hide his pain in an even deeper way than what he’s showing by smiling at luffy right after getting his arm chopped off.

it’s a great way to explain an important characteristic without stating it right away. it's a focal point of shanks's character: it's his way of showing luffy he cares about him and would much rather hide his suffering than pass it onto him, but it's also oda's way of conveying that shanks is much more vulnerable than what he allows himself to show.

having said that, the reason oda chose to bring back this framing in chapter 434 appears obvious: shanks misses buggy.

it’s plain to see, especially if we look at the whole page.

shanks tries so hard to act collected when talking about buggy, but it’s obvious that he’s hurting. his wording makes it clear he’s trying to detach from him (“that’s the end of it” + “rumors have it”); he acts like buggy doesn’t exist in his thoughts anymore, when it’s obvious he still does. he feels remorse, he regrets letting buggy go. he’s scared he might have been in the wrong. he knows he hurt buggy, but he desperately wishes he didn’t.

all of this weighs on him in a way he isn’t used to, so he locks these feelings up, thinking of them only in relation to something that happened in the past, and as so, stays in the past. he smiles while talking about him and buggy, but it’s a remorseful smile. he cuts the conversation short even though he vividly remembers what happened between them, and as he does so, his words hide the scar. he desperately tries to patch things up in his mind by exclusively clinging onto the good memories they share, but the remorse always creeps up on him. he always smiles when talking about buggy, even when he’s talking directly to him. but his smile always ends up looking sour.

this is exactly why i hate it when people say shanks doesn’t care about buggy. oda wouldn’t have given these panels so much depth if he didn’t want to show just how much shanks actually cares. even just the fact the panel we are focusing on directly mirrors a panel from the first chapter, one so important and impactful, should tell you everything you need to know.

buggy will always be shanks’s weakness. caring so much about someone when you’re a pirate of that caliber is difficult in itself, even more so when that someone is so far away from you now.

#one piece #shuggy #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shanks #buggy #one piece meta #? i guess? #if you're the author of the original thread please PLEASE tell me so i can credit you properly!!! #fun fact: whitebeard mentions shanks's missing arm right after he's done talking about buggy. that's funny right #the fact oda chose to bring back That framing for shuggy is so positively insane to me #star yaps #i. still don't know how tumblr works

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Ducan "Donut" Vizla🍩

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

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Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

My Saviour 🌺protective! Duncan Vizla? Maybe they capture her and he’s ready to wreak havoc upon them? Hurt/comfort with a bit of makeup smut?

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺 (Could you do Duncan vizla,the joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are to drunk to do it themselves 💛

Stressed Student 🌺 can I request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?

You Are My Protector 🌺 do you think he’d appreciate someone being gentle with him and spoiling him with compliments? I just imagine him getting a praise kink whenever his woman kisses his scars 😚💗

Worship Me 🌺 What about Duncan doing some exhausting teasing foreplay the whole day before having sex?😍😍

Kicking in the process... 🌺 Duncan Vizla x Pregnant Reader

October Drive ❤️‍🔥I think daddy Duncan deserves some smut, would you be an angel you are and write something, maybe some August heat car ride or smth!

Telling Him You Are A Virgin ❤️‍🔥 Ok here me out 😂 virgin X Duncan, she constantly flirts with him but doesn’t want a one night stand with him. It shocks him when she says she’s a virgin and only does long term

White Shorts VS. Duncan Vizla ❤️‍🔥Innocent girl + short shorts = very pent up Duncan = very rough sex

Period Sex ❤️‍🔥What do you think about Duncan smut while his girl is on period? I bet he's up to this shit👀👀

Duncan Pleaser ❤️‍🔥 Omg give us more swearing daddy Duncan pleasing his woman😍😍

Outdoor Quickie ❤️‍🔥hi there! I've come up with the idea for Duncan smut, IDK if you like it, but I give it a try🔞🔞how bout some outdoor quickie in winter? IDK if it's even possible in real life, but still! I very much appreciate all your imagines! you're doing great👍👍

Christmas Decorations 🌺 now here’s a little concept (you don’t have to write I just want to share lol) She is super excited for Christmas like REALLY excited she’s all over the house with decorations and at first when she asks him to help her he says no but I mean he can’t say no to her puppy eyes so he caves and they spend the whole afternoon decorating the house ✨💜✨💜✨

I Ain't No Snitch 🌺❤️‍🔥 can you imagine if one day she is kidnapped in order to get to Duncan so he has to find her and everything and when he finds her she’s all scared and crying so he gets all soft and protective 😭😭😭😭😭😭

No Bra ❤️‍🔥 some good old Duncan Vizla smut

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some duncan vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Jingle My Balls ❤️‍🔥 How about some good ol' sexy time with Duncan Vizla! Ohhhhh maybe a holiday theme?? Like the reader wore idk a santa dress/elf dress and Duncan decides to jingle their bells??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ya catchin my drift chief?? Im sorry this was cheesy

Daddy Kink Headcanon ❤️‍🔥 I was wondering if u could possibly do some Duncan Vizla with daddy kink (smut) headcaons plz it’s ok if u can’t tho 👌

Wedding Risks ❤️‍🔥 may i ask for more of it, maybe some inappropriate place/timing smut or public place or as you wish, cause it gives life :3

Brave 🌩️🌺 I have a request for Duncan! Maybe one of his old enemies gets ahold of his SO and uses her to lure him into a trap and all the angst but with a happy ending! I love your writing so much!! 💕💕💕

Departure ❤️‍🔥How bout some age gap angsty smutty fic w\Duncan Vizla? Like grey hair and wrinkles and stuff, cause kinks are kinks, you know🔥🔥🔥

First Timers ❤️‍🔥 May I request some Duncan smut, like first meeting him\first date stuff... like why wait for 2nd date when you're all head over heels :3

The Right Way To Wake Up ❤️‍🔥 How about some middle of the night/early morning wake up sex w/Mr Duncan Vizla💦💦

Road Trip ❤️‍🔥what about some road/car sex with Duncan?

Foreplay ❤️‍🔥May I request some NSFW Duncan headcanons like putting a condom on/undressing/arousing words, etc., stuff like that!

Mustache Ride I feel like Duncan's mustache gently massaging skin\clit while giving oral must be headcanon😍😍

Girl 🌺 What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

Hand+Job ❤️‍🔥May I ask for Duncan receiving handjob or smth without penetration😍😍

Kisses Of Jealously ❤️‍🔥Thank you for all the Duncan fics, they are perfect😍 Let me request some steamy period smut with Duncan

Bathtub Mishaps ❤️‍🔥May I request some bathroom/bathtub Duncan Vizla smut? It should we very wet out there if you know what i mean💦💦

Leading Praise❤️‍🔥

Sinful Words What would you say about Duncan being daddy he is and talking dirty with his lover😈😈

Duncan Going To Town❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER 1)❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER2)❤️‍🔥

First Time Having Sex❤️‍🔥

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some Duncan Vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Little Miss ❤️‍🔥

Fitting Punishment ❤️‍🔥

Comparisons ❤️‍🔥

Chubby!SO 🌺What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

DRABBLES FROM MY🧠

Hands To Kiss🌺

Mother, Meet Duncan Vizla 🌺your mom meets your boyfriend

Jealousy Makes Him Silent 🌺

Duncan Saving You🌺

Duncan Learning Your Native Language🌺

Mornings With Duncan Vizla🌺

Making Out ❤️‍🔥

Dating Duncan Vizla🌺

First BJ❤️‍🔥

Tease ❤️‍🔥

Over The Edge ❤️‍🔥

Breathe 🌺Song fic- Breathe by Mako

DIFFERENT AUs

Professor Vizla (Professor!AU)❤️‍🔥Could you write a professor Duncan Vizla x reader smut... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And there is an age gap between them... Something like that... 🙈🙈🙈

Sins Of Ours (Priest!AU)❤️‍🔥 For Anon who requested it: I hope you like it, I have seen the trailer you suggested but I just changed the name because I’m a lazy bitch and haven’t found the name of the character Mads played so I changed it to Duncan. I hope that’s okay. 

SHORT IMAGINE

Duncan Seeing You After A Long Time🌩️

Seeing Duncan’s Old Videos Of Him🌺

Waking Up Next To Duncan Vizla🌺

Duncan Coming To Your Home Needing Help🌺

#duncan imagine #duncan x reader #duncan vizla imagine #duncan vizla x reader #polar x reader #polar imagine #polar movie #netflix x reader #netflix imagine #mads mikkelsen #mads polar #duncan vizla

[praisethesuuun]

Ok, maybe this request has already appeared on another blog. But my request is for Poseidon with an Amaterasu priestess. Her family was of high social and economic hierarchy in Japan, being her only female daughter they offered her to the Ise Jingu (Great Shrine of Amaterasu). She where she suffered many physical and mental abuse, including confinement, demanded by her family from the monks and senior priestesses if her daughter was not perfect to the letter in her demands. During one of her punishments in isolation from her, Amaterasu adopted her as her daughter and was with her, until she fatally died in the temple because of the monks and a demon. In her life in Valhalla, she attended a party after Ragnarok with her mother Amaterasu. And that's where Poseidon saw her and became interested in her. But Amaterasu kept him at a distance, because she knew of Poseidon's problem (cough-fetish-cough) with virgin priestesses. But Poseidon was worth half a melon and he kidnapped the priestess to court. she and/n her rejected Poseidon over and over again because he was a married man (Amphitrite), and that man did not cause her confidence. Trying every day the priestess to escape from Poseidon's residence and return to her mother. While Amaterasu was about to rip off Hades' head for defending her brother, he kidnaps daughters (mmmm…it runs in the family I guess) (Please let him escape, it doesn't come to my mind how, but let him escape from the crazy king of the seas)

if it is very long you can reject it, good night. (*￣3￣)╭❤

Anon, I'm happy to announce that I finally finished it! I did my best, I swear and I hope you like it❤️ Plus, it was very funny to mock Poseidon eheh

Poseidon x priestess!reader: the Song of the Sun

Type: angst, with an happy ending

Warnings: abuse, violence, kidnapping

Some things cannot be forgotten. Humankind has a dark, hidden and scary side; made up of vices and deadly sins. The man hides it behind a second face, a mask that tends to slowly crumble, making the malice overflow like a river in flood, and sadly you found out the hard way.

Sometimes memories come back to the surface, making your scars burn like never before, a bitter pain, like the taste of blood. Your mind was ruthless with you, making you relive those memories despite being in Heaven, maybe humanity is not a race made to be happy, the gods know it and that's why they deny total salvation: when you no longer have a body, the soul takes over and clings to all that remains of earthly life, assimilating beautiful things and ugly ones with them. If you think about it, this is precisely the mechanism that allows ghosts to take the shape they had in their past life, that damned mandatory condition that had "materialized" the marks you had on your body.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, my dear"

A voice roused you from your thoughts, making you raise your head towards the door of the great hall of the temple. Your eyes soften at the spiritual vision before you: your holy mother, the sun that shines in the sky in the morning illuminating the few remaining traces of the night stars. "I'm sorry, Amaterasu-sama"

The fleshy lips of the deity arched into a slight smile, the bearer of deep compassion: Amaterasu had decided to make you her eldest priestess and favorite daughter, she loved you with all her heart, especially after witnessing all the prayers you dedicated to her in the evening, asking her to save you from that horrible place you called "home". She had treated your wounds like the mother you never had, visiting you in the rooms of your old temple, healing every cut with a simple touch; she would listen to you with pleasure as you let off steam and yelled at your monster parents. How could he not protect you under his wing? A little priestess who kept praying to her, despite knowing only the worst of her religion.

"What is bothering you, my little ray of sunshine?"

You always blushed whenever she called you that: since you never received parental affection, you attached yourself to any sign of affection that made you feel special, wanted. "Just old memories, that's all, but your light scared them, like always!"

Your ability to laugh had always fascinated her, it is no coincidence that you were her best worshiper, worthy of being in contact with her. All those little remarks distracted Amaterasu from the real reason she came to you; so he composed himself, approaching your smallest figure, lowering himself until his long black hair touched your face, then she talked: "The Greek pantheon has thrown a party after the legendary event of Ragnarok, we are required to attend"

Your heart skipped a beat. Your concerns were well founded since you were a human, but you were spared thanks to the protection of your goddess. True, she would have shielded you, but even a strong deity like her could do nothing against the onslaught of different Pantheons, so you limited yourself to praying, entrusting your protection to the goddess of sun light. "I understand, mother"

"Good, now go and rest, tomorrow will be hard" she said, before disappearing behind her snow-colored dress, retreating to the other side of the temple and leaving you alone, in the large room full of golden statuettes and scarlet tapestries. You stood up, abandoning your prayer position, and once you had fixed the sun-shaped hair clip in your hair, you decided to follow Amaterasu's advice. Who knows what the gods would have thought about your presence? Suddenly, the room became cold or maybe it was the shiver down your spine that was? It didn't matter, the only important thing now was to think about not making the gods angry the next day, keeping quiet and attracting as little attention as possible, maybe you would have worn a mask too, posing as a minor deity; no, they would surely find out. "Ah! How the hell am I supposed to do it?"

Your only consolation was being able to change the air once in a while: staying all day at the temple could be boring and monotonous; due to the dangers you ran living there, Amaterasu was very protective of you. The party would have been one of the few occasions in which you had been allowed to cross the walls that surround the house. Don't get me wrong, you loved to stay there - especially in the sunflower area - but every once in a while you felt like exploring Valhalla, the Garden of Eden and the temples that grace it.

You sighed, deciding to sleep on it, hoping for peaceful dreams and begging that fortune would listen to you. The bed in your room was soft, with white sheets scented with incense, while the red walls were adorned with sacred objects and golden rays; it had seemed heavy to you at first, more like a ceremonial chamber than a bedroom, yet you slept so blissfully in it! Every time you realized where you were and your current rank you felt so proud of yourself: despite the pain - and also thanks to that - you had fallen into the arms of your goddess; that thought was enough to give you peaceful dreams.

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"My lady! Are you sure about that?" you said, while Amaterasu continued to put one dress after another on you, having fun dressing you up as if you were her doll. Every cloth he put on you was precious, the hems were adorned with precious and colored stones, while the softness of the best cotton in all of Heaven caressed your hips, gracefully descending to the ground. Given your rank as a high priestess, you had to maintain your purity, your soul must not suffer any kind of stain or sin, so Amaterasu had been very careful to cover every part of your body - even if in reality she had done it for not making you uncomfortable with the scars. It was a way to respect you and your body.

"Of course! You'll see, even Aphrodite will be jealous of you" Amaterasu answered, while she was intent on braiding your hair properly, using your usual sun clip and small bundles of pearls, which were alternated with the strands, creating a pleasant play of light. Perfect, just the thing you absolutely didn't need, but you didn't feel like telling your mother the truth...she was having so much fun.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying yourself too: all that attention was nice, plus you wanted to look pretty too once in a while, you died young after all. All those colors were magnificent, not to mention the Chihayas that the goddess was presenting to you. It was like a dream for you, you were about to have that experience you've never had before: your parents refused to let you go free, just like the other temple priests; this meant a lifetime of watching other children enjoy themselves from a distance, without going to festivals with them and without weaving flower crowns.

"You look happy, my daughter"

"Maybe, just maybe, this party won't be so bad..."

A loud laugh escaped Amaterasu's lips, so loud that it echoed throughout the temple. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped in amazement, the sun goddess had always been very loud and full of life, but you didn't expect such a reaction. "Of course it won't! If you were concerned about your human nature, then don't worry, everyone will be too drunk to find out anyway"

You smiled, sincerely. "So, I trust you"

"And then, maybe you'll meet some handsome god ready to pay court to you~"

"Mom!"

Your cheeks tinted with pure embarrassment, becoming the same color as the flake around your hips. You had forgotten how spontaneous the goddess could be, she had really caught you in the bag and you no longer knew what to answer. The only thing that occurred to you to do was to hide your face in your hands, trying to hide your emotions, but Amaterasu didn't stop giggling, stroking your back lovingly. After all, there was nothing to be ashamed of if you wanted to get to know other deities: your mother only wanted the best for you, she knew that sooner or later your adolescence would fully invest you and she could not have done anything to avoid it. You deserved to be happy and live the life you never had, even though you were a priestess. Before being a goddess, she is your mother and would do whatever it took to see you smile; in addition, some of the looks that the gods had turned to her little girl certainly hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Uncover your face, my darling, and put on some powder, we'll be leaving soon" Amaterasu said, assuming a calmer and more peaceful tone, clearly in contrast with the previous one. You nodded, starting to pass the candid powder on your face, stopping from time to time to observe your figure. Your mother had really dressed you up like a doll, you were adorable in your white kimono with reddish patterns, which reminded you of sunbeams and stars. For the first time in a long time, you felt beautiful, thinking about who you really were and not the scarred skin under your clothes. Suddenly, an annoyed growl from the goddess roused you from your thoughts, moving your eyes (e/c) in her direction. "What's going on, mother?" you asked in a calm voice, trying not to anger her further. When angry, Amaterasu-sama was frightening: she darkened the sun condemning to the deepest darkness, locking up anyone who provoked her in a prison of shadows. Your teeth were chattering just thinking about it.

"Only your uncle...stupid Susanoo"

Oh yeah, those two had been at war since the rice paddies incident - but that's another story.

Apparently, he wasted no time arguing with Amaterasu, as the latter still didn't understand why he wanted to accompany you. Then, she remembered that he is a god too and that it would be safest for you to travel with both of them. "I'm just saying this for her own good, she's my niece, I love her too" said the storm god, ready to escort you en route to Olympus. You didn't mind his company, you didn't talk too much, but those few times you were able to hold a conversation with him, the god assumed an attitude of respect and affection. The truth was that your mother had told him your story and Susanoo had accepted his role as an uncle without a second thought, he would have protected you, you were family now.

"Let's get moving," concluded the sun goddess with a dark aura around her, her bright eyes covered in darkness. "Don't worry about her, little priestess" sighed the other, beckoning you to follow him out of the temple. You couldn't find the right words to answer, so you didn't say anything. Those two were awful when they got into a cat-and-mouse game, pulling you in the middle every now and then, wondering who was right and who was wrong, even if you've always shown yourself to be neutral; every now and then, you wondered how you found yourself in the middle of two deities - very powerful, by the way - acting as mediator. 'Destiny plays tricks sometimes' you thought as you walked through the beautiful gardens surrounding the temple. That day would have been one of the most important challenges of your life, may luck send you good luck!

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Meanwhile, on the top of Olympus, Hermes was busy welcoming every deities who presented themselves to the Greek mountain. He always got excited whenever all the gods were gathered, whether it was a party or a meeting, something interesting always came out of it - like the destruction of mankind. His blood-colored irises scanned the area for problems, but found none. "Perfection"

But as always, everything was going too well. It was his father Zeus who broke that balance, who called him to a table where he and his brothers were gathered. That family was as chaotic as it was diverse: the father of the gods did nothing but drink, downing glass after glass as if there was no tomorrow; Persephone was beside her husband, while Hades stood in silence, but with a serene smile crowning his angelic face, atypical of a king of the Underworld; and then, there was Poseidon and his wife Amphitrite, the most lopsided couple in all of creation. They had been the focus of gossip for weeks, given Poseidon's disinterest in his love life and the needs of his wife. There were even rumors that she planned to cheat on him, but in reality, the sweet queen of the seas still clung to the hope of saving her marriage.

"Do you need anything, Lord Zeus?" asked the god messenger, approaching him with his usual friendly and apathetic smile. "More wine, my son!"

"If you continue like this, we should start calling you Dionysus" said Hades, eliciting laughter from Aphrodite and Amphitrite, who were seated close together and with a half-empty goblet in their hands.

Suddenly, the rumble of thunder shifted the attention of all the guests to the doors of the great temple, where three figures could be glimpsed from a dark, stormy cloud full of rain. In a few seconds, the mysterious cloud was swept away by a gust of wind so powerful as to mess up those who were nearby, dissolving that blue curtain and revealing three figures: you, Amaterasu-sama and Susanoo-sama. Your gown and the pearls in your hair gleamed in the sunlight, much brighter after the arrival of your mother, who radiated solemnity and elegance. Your entrance amazed; the three most precious Japanese treasures of their pantheon, simply wonderful. Aphrodite, at the sight of Amaterasu's candid dress, had already started to puff and show her chest - more than she already did -, while Zeus had hearts instead of eyes and hoped not to be pecked by Hera. But a spontaneous question had arisen in all those present: who was the mysterious damsel?

"Who is that?" asked Persephone, as she observed your figure curiously, much smaller than those accompanying you. Thus, she wasted no time in approaching, abandoning the table where she was sitting, the smile never left her face, in fact, it widened as soon as she saw you blush once you realized what was about to happen. "Hello! Nice hair, what's your name?"

Your brain sent a warning signal to the rest of your body, but you still decided to keep calm. No errors, not even one.

"My name is Y/N, it's my pleasure" you replied with a small bow, a small gesture, but suitable for increasing the sympathy of a deity towards you. Over time, you learned that by doing so, the gods would think you were easy going or a staunch believer; leaving you alone. It seemed that this little trick hit Persephone's heart, and she wasted no time in dragging you along. In your panic, you couldn't utter a single word of disapproval, while Amaterasu watched the scene in amusement, wishing you good luck with a wink.

"Go and enjoy yourself, dear daughter!"

"Mother, you traitor!"

But the goddess who held your arm was so amazed by you: you looked so naive and pure, not to mention your grace and mysterious figure, it was impossible to resist you. "Look who I brought?", Persephone spoke enthusiastically, making space on the sofa on which she sat previously, positioning you - or rather, crushing you - between you and the queen of the seas. Hades looked up, gave you a slight smile, before returning his attention to Zeus, who was so drunk that he didn't even notice your presence. Amphitrite introduced herself cordially, slightly lifting the voluminous skirt of her green-blue dress. "I've heard of you, you're Lady Amaterasu's daughter! You look so pretty" the latter broke the silence, looking at you with her violet eyes. The three of you continued to talk, even though in reality, for you, it was just a matter of answering their questions. You were so taken by the two queens that you didn't notice the interested look of a certain tyrant of the seas: not surprisingly, in the eyes of Poseidon you appeared perfect, with your delicate ways, never hesitating or stammering even once, maintaining your composure. But the thing that attracted him the most was your purity, your not having been touched yet. Your soul was white, untouched, something more unique than rare in the midst of that vortex of vice in which the other gods had sunk. You were stunning.

Poseidon was careful not to show his interest, casually sipping his white wine, watching the dance floor and the celebrations of the others...

But, in reality, he was memorizing your every word, imprinting every minute detail on his memory, absorbing informations like a sponge does with water. The only entity to notice his interest was your mother herself, who knew well the tendencies - cough pervections cough - of the god of the seas, worrying. "Brother" she called to Susanoo beside her, too busy drinking a flask of sake to pay attention to the table of rulers; so he slapped him on the back of the head to revive him from his hangover. "Poseidon has his eyes on her"

"Fuck"

"Let's go, now"

Susanoo nodded, leaping to his feet and leaving the area dedicated to the Shinto pantheon, hurrying to rearrange his armour, but refusing to leave the booze. Now Olympus had clouded over, darkening more and more with every step Amaterasu takes towards you; all the gods were fine, anyone - except Zeus, that goes without saying - but not Poseidon, absolutely not him, that terrible fish and ruiner of virgins. With your daughter? Not even in the slightest.

"Darling, let's leave this temple", the sun goddess didn't even leave you time to answer, but there was no need since you literally ran away from your captors: they were making you uncomfortable, with all those questions...

At first, you thought it was simple courtesy, but gods can be just as ruthless as humans, after all they created them; and jealousy was the hardest viper to kill. You weren't stupid, you didn't fall into certain traps, yet you felt slightly proud: you made two queens jealous, you, a simple human. Sweet.

And in no time at all, the cloud returned, again engulfing the three figures and bringing you back to the temple of your only goddess.

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"That stupid fish! Who does he think he is? That fuck-"

"That's enough, mother"

It was just the two of you left in your bedroom. Amaterasu had been gossiping about Poseidon for hours and didn't seem to have any intention of stopping; she had explained to you all the reasons for so much hatred, of the rotten blood of his family. His being a "usurper of virgins" had somewhat frightened you, so that saying that the silent ones were always the worst was true. "It's never enough when the subject is him!" your mother yelled, furious, in fact the kingdom where the sun never set, was now plunged into total night.

Three hours had to pass before your sweet words of reassurance convinced the goddess to leave your room, going to rest in her private part of the temple. You were so tired: the party had gone terribly wrong from your point of view and now your only wish was to sink into a deep sleep.

To think otherwise, on the other side of Valhalla, down in the depths of the ocean, was Poseidon; at the party he had discovered the most precious pearl in all the seas, as bright as a rough diamond and as calm as a spring tide. Comparing you and his wife was like comparing a mussel to a prized oyster.

You had to become his, he wouldn't rest until he brought you to his castle. But it pissed him off: this little obsession of his was like a crack in his perfect god image, it was a slow and corrosive disease, like the waves that erode the coasts. He couldn't even imagine your body, Amaterasu had been good at hiding you, but he wanted to picture it, touch it and feel your soft skin under his fingers. "Honey...why don't you come to bed?" Amphitrite whispered to him: she had slipped into a totally white lace set, white, exactly like your dress. You had totally invaded the tyrant of the seas, cornered him and now you were tormenting him; he didn't even spare his wife a glance before exiting his bedroom, trident in hand and an evil shadow covering his face.

Amphitrite remained there, abandoned and alone, in an icy bed. She sobbed, releasing tears she'd been holding back for a long, long time, dreaming of a happy future, one in which she hadn't chained herself to Poseidon. But it was too late for that, so she just cried.

Meanwhile, her husband had already sailed the seas towards the Shinto sun goddess temple, ready to indulge himself and with the remains of the wine to give him the right adrenaline to challenge the sun. A force invaded him, something profound, born partly from the perverse nature of the gods and partly from that gap in strength between you and him.

The night was still long and full of mysteries, and it was time for him to use the Hades technique.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

When you woke up, your eyes widened and your breath caught as soon as you realized you weren't in the temple. The air was cold, the walls pure white marble, while the soft tatami had been replaced by a set of blue and teal tiles. Terrible, sad, imposing. You tried to get up, but your limbs were pinned to the bed you were sitting on. "No, no, please"

Memories of your mortal life came flooding back: your brain began counting down the seconds, a technique you had developed as a child to shorten the pain between strokes. Without realizing it, you began to sweat, sweat staining the sheets beneath you, while your hair stuck to your forehead and neck. Was it a nightmare? A lucid dream? How did you end up there? Help...someone please...

The first tears began to flow. You looked around looking for hope, but from the only window present you couldn't see exactly where you were, but it seemed stormy and dark. Then, some waves, with some fishes? Sea. Oh no, sea.

"Miss, she's awake"

Your swollen eyes fixed on a figure in the dark corner of the room, a greenish-skinned merman. "My name is Proteus, I will assist you in these days, for any need I will be here at your disposal"

"W-wait! Please, where the hell am I?" you sobbed desperate, looking for any kind of consolation or clue. You were in total panic, you wanted your mother and the warm sunlight, your protector Susanoo was gone. "Uncle..."

"Proteus, come out"

A deep voice, it reminded you of a storm in broad daylight. You had never heard his voice, yet Poseidon was unforgettable. His blond locks, his eyes piercing and reflecting the sea of his kingdom, he was beautiful, yet he remained a tyrant; nature was ruthless with even the most perfect gods, ruthlessly ruining them, in the image and likeness of man.

In less than no time, you found him on top of you, looking you up and down as if he wanted to judge you, grabbing your cheeks with one hand and squeezing tightly. You squeaked, forcibly turning your face away in hopes of freeing yourself from his grip, but you felt like a little mouse in the jaws of a python. Hopeless. It was terrible, your world had collapsed, but why did fate hated you so much? You had suffered so much, just to come full circle. Fucking Poseidon, Amaterasu was right, you should have left her by your side instead of convincing her to leave; you felt so stupid and hated the feeling of inferiority, but now the important thing was one: to be able to escape. "Look at me, mortal"

But you didn't want to. "Look at me, I said"

He didn't raise his hands, Poseidon didn't want to hit you, otherwise he would have ruined your perfect face by reddening your skin; he couldn't afford it.

Unfortunately, after years spent in fear, this teaches you things and among them there is a fundamental rule, which is to satisfy the abuser's small requests, so you looked him straight in the eye. In return, the god kissed you, a hungry and possessive kiss, poor in love but rich in violence, so deep as to leave you breathless. "My lord, Lord Hades is waiting in the hall"

Thanks be to the Seven Lucky Gods, Someone had heard your prayers then, and if they had, they had reached someone else as well. Poseidon turned away, annoyance on his face, but said nothing, boxing the door behind him and ordering his butler to lock it. You spat, wiping the taste of that repulsive thing's saliva out of your mouth, trying not to vomit at the thought. Still, a new feeling of determination invaded you, warming your chest and making you grin to yourself: "Amaterasu is coming, prepare for the wrath of the Sun, tyrant of the oceans"

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Meanwhile, a very stressed out Hades was pacing all over his brother's dining room. "I'm a terrible big brother, how could you take me as an example?"

"Well, Persephone married you, so it wasn't bad"

"I can do it, you can't, especially not with the priestess of Amaterasu. You're in trouble, I can't keep lying to her for long"

The ruler of Helleim was right: the sun goddess had already begun to raise a fuss throughout Valhalla, accusing every deity who came under fire, but it was only a matter of time before she ventured into the depths of Poseidon's castle.

As soon as the goddess saw your empty room, she immediately gave the order to her servants to search for you throughout the structure, including the gardens, and then sent Susanoo to patrol Valhalla, while she would go down to Hellheim herself. She had threatened Hades, grabbing him by the collar and silencing his wife with a single look, literally making her tremble with fear. "Where is my daughter, king of the Underworld?"

She had threatened him, her grip burning like fire, while her eyes were filled with anger. He had defended his brother despite everything, even though he knew that Amaterasu-sama would have discovered them anyway. So why not extend your life for a while?

Persephone was furious, she felt teased and humiliated, plus, as if that weren't enough, Hades proved helpless and didn't even defend her. What a shame!

Instead Hades was much worse off than her and wasted no time in rushing to Poseidon.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

She found them. It's over.

Poseidon was the only god left in all of heaven that hadn't been searched, therefore, Hades was asked to piss off - which is equivalent to being dragged out by Amaterasu. Tongues of fire shot their way from behind her, while the sea king was already ready to use his trident, but the goddess was much more powerful than him. "Y/N's prayers are heard from miles away and Hades was stupid enough to come here right after we met. You are one more pathetic than the other"

There, Poseidon lost his mind, his brother was to remain out of the question. He attacked without a second thought, but Amaterasu dodged, striking him painfully in the side. Poseidon coughed up blood, lay on the ground as a searing pain ate his side, so Amaterasu spoke again: "Susanoo is already bringing her home, look at her again and I'll kill you, you filthy piece of shit"

And having said that, she left. "Mother!" you said jumping down from your uncle's arms to run and hug her. "My little ray of sunshine"

You were together again and that was the important thing, from now on he would never leave you or force you to go to any party. You were safe, alive, and that was just fine.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #snv x reader #snv x you #request #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv poseidon #poseidon x reader #poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon

[whaliiwatching]

Caught up to the fic!! Absolutely fascinated by all the queer/punk/poc history here, since I don't know much myself. Very sweet chapter as well.

Unrelated question - mostly - but why is it common fanon to depict Noir as the more scarred up of various spiderpeople? Naturally everyone has their fair share of fights, though the only we see sustaining any marks is Peter B and his misaligned nose. Personally, I've taken it as Noir Peter not healing as cleanly due to it being Spider God stuff over Weird Radioactive Healing Factor stuff. Thoughts?

thank you so much!! i’m glad you liked it, & hope the ending was satisfying for ya <3

short answer: hot

long answer, plus a map of my idea of noir’s scars: under readmore :)

i’m not a devout spidey comic/movie fan or a doctor. this is based on conjecture and minimal research!

when i came up with my unmasked noir ideas, i wasn’t influenced by fanon—i hadn’t seen any other fan art, not even when itsv came out. but i can think of a good few reasons that scarred noir is a popular headcanon: evidence of what he’s been through makes him feel more tangible/relatable, the visual difference enhances his thematic individuality as distinct from other spider-people (especially other Peter Parkers), self-consciousness can explain why he doesn’t take off his mask in itsv even around other spiders.

all perfectly valid and interesting reasons! but the first two reasons are doylist and the last one is missing a crucial question: why does he have scars? unless a wound is severe, gets infected, or gets lucky, it won’t usually scar. facial injuries especially need to be really bad to leave a mark. and of course most if not all other spider-people have the healing factor. so what gives??

i like the spider god’s curse influences healing factor idea; it opens up some nice angsty possibilities regarding an inability to Be “Fixed;” no matter how much he tries, he can’t erase/forget what’s happened to him. but i also enjoy the bandaging someone up after a fight genre of fic, and am annoyingly pedantic, so my personal working theory is that the healing factor is not a doctor with ten plus years of experience and an accurate understanding of human anatomy. when a bone really badly breaks, it has to be reset or it’ll heal wrong. to me, the healing factor doesn’t know what ‘right’ is, only ‘fast’ and ‘effective.’ it’s an accelerant, not a substitute for medicine.

so let’s establish the baseline. modern spideys either receive modern medical attention or the injury is superficial enough that they don’t require it. even poverty-stricken peter parkers get rushed to the hospital, because fictional doctors Don’t Care About The Money and/or peter is dolled up in spider gear and who’s going to ignore a visibly beat-up celebrity hero?? plus i honestly believed peter b’s nose was just genetics or smthn. my nose is misaligned and it’s never been broken to my knowledge

to compare, noir lives in 1933 and, far as i can tell, doesn’t rlly garner the same fame and respect from the public as modern spideys do. in the 30s, medicine was meh (they had x-rays but didn’t rlly consider radiation much of a threat, penicillin was still in its infancy, polio was a huge threat, etc) but was also, more importantly, far too expensive for most people suffering during the Great Depression. whatever treatment noir receives after a fight, if any, would look way different from ours. that means his healing factor, which can’t differentiate scars from normal skin or a misaligned bone from a whole one, would be inefficiently assisted or left alone. it would leave its history behind.

on the infectious disease side of things, it’s probably much easier for even noir to recover from less physical ailments like the flu and pneumonia—spider healing factor likely remembers and codes for immunity better than regular immune systems—but without modern drug therapies he’d still be worse for wear, ie internal scarring. mans would have a shorter-than-average parker lifespan if not for the pseudo-immortality of the Spider God

anyway. all this to say, here’s my personal map of parker’s scars. crop tank and daisy dukes to keep tumblr off my ass <3

(tbh this is more for my reference than anyone else’s, i’m sick of looking through my art of Just His Forearms to keep my details consistent, but maybe someone will find it interesting lol)

#spider man: into the spiderverse #spider noir #peter parker #fan theory #also only kind of #general medical history for the 30s is weirdly hard to pin down #half the sources were locked under subscription and the other half were frustratingly vague #but i did my best 👍👍👍 #it’s a lot more like deadpool’s healing than traditional spidey healing #he can’t regrow a limb tho lol #the 70s were much better for medical breakthroughs like the mri #and hobie has a community that loves and supports him so he probably doesn’t scar often #but noir is mostly alone. aside from aunt may and a couple of Not Doctor friends.. #well. y’know #anyway thanks for the interest!!! i love it when peopel give me the opportunity to be overly scrupulous about things that dont matter

[yanchive]

I got permission to expand on this idea, so I'm gunna share my thoughts and what I came up with regarding this cool idea. I got the concept of this from the OP of the previous post, @coveredinsoot , so credits goes to them. I used he/him for the Yan, and they/them for the Darling so all readers can enjoy. I haven't written something like this in ages. Forgive me.

TW: Yandere themes(obv), mentions of drug use(non consentual), minor mentions of sexual themes, not proofread very well I wrote this first thing in the morning. I hadn't even gotten out of bed lmao

-A recap of my tags in the previous post, my idea followed the premise of a yan whose darling is an employee working under the record label/idol agency(whichever one you prefer) he is signed onto. They could have a position working somewhat in the same sphere as their Yan. My first thought was maybe a touring staff, but I felt specifically that they could be a photographer who was hired solely to work under Yans label.

-They do the shooting for promos, they participate in the creation of music videos, go on tours to get photos at concerts, etc. They work alongside Yan, but rarely interact outside of the professional setting. Darling has a job they have to do, and getting personal with the artist they're assigned to work under is a risky thing, so they choose to keep their casual interactions to a minimal to avoid scandals.

-While Darling is putting their attention all into their career, Yan is forced to get his unrequited feelings out via music. Filling notebooks after notebooks with sickingly sweet words, turning them into lyrics that get pumped out to fans, who all imagine themselves as the reciever of such romantic tales of woe.

-Yan constantly sneaks details about his Darling into his music, from mentioning small physical traits on their body like the color of their hair and eyes, to maybe even scars and birthmarks no one would or should know unless they've seen them partially or fully naked. They would constantly bring up traits revolving around the Darlings personality most of the time, but no matter how many details they place in their songs, it just seems to go over Darlings head

-Yan constantly asks Darling what their thoughts are on his new music, hoping to one day see their eyes light up and realize they were the center of all his music and finally return his feelings, but Darling only ever gives vague compliments to him, telling him his music is great but really never delves to deep into the lyrics or sound.

-Yan finally comes to terms, after watching over his Darling for months, maybe even years, the Darling just never gives his music an actual proper chance, and that's why they never pick up on all the lyrics that would eerily describe them to a T. Yan decides to be a bit more risky, and take his lovey dovey songs into more darker territory.

-Its an obvious switch. Going from themed albums that would have him in more colorful attire and poppy beats, to more darker fashion and seductive tones. Clearly the Cloud 9, cutesy romance didn't do the trick, so maybe he could lure his Darling in with a more mature persona.

-Lyrics become much more sexual in nature, singing of long nights underneath the covers, decorating each others skin in marks, all the things that gets the crowds riled up. He isn't afraid to drop hints/details about kinks he picked up that his Darling seemed to be interested in(well at least that's what Darlings search history says).

-His fame skyrockets after the new change, and he sees his Darling has started to pick up a bit of an interest in his music(fucking finally). They notice a little bit of how Yan seems to keep a certain image of someone within his lyrics. Mentions of the same hair color(and if Darlings one to dye their hair, will even mention the change in hair color in the song(s), same eye color, same attributes both physically and personality wise. But despite that, Darling still hadn't gotten deep enough into the music to put the puzzle pieces together. Though they did make a joke about how much they related to this mystery person from the small amount of details they picked up.

-Yan definitely had to bite his tongue and hold his hands behind his back to keep from exploding after hearing that. So damn close, his Darling is right fucking there, the density this Darling had was driving Yan up the wall, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find a little excitement in it. At this point he done already turned it into a game.

-The music just gets darker from there, and while the crowds of unwavering loyal fans eat up each word like its their last meal, Darling is finally becoming suspicious. Not just from the odd lyrics Yan has been singing, but also behaviors being exhibited behind the curtains. Around the first change in sound, when Yan took his music down a darker route, Yan had begun being more pushy with spending more time with his Darling. Following them around like a lost puppy between photoshoots. Trying his damnest to get Darling to hang out with him outside of work. Throwing parties just in an attempt to get Darling out of their professional persona around him. Constantly buying them things, showing up out of no where to chat with them, it was overwhelming.

-It was only getting worse, especially since Yan was beginning to slip up and say things about Darling that he shouldn't know. Afterall, Darling never told him such things. Coupled that with the fact that his lyrics in his new album sing of kidnapping and basements and a whole bunch of stuff that aren't at all romantic anymore, Darling is getting wary. They can't seem to go anywhere without this nagging feeling they weren't alone and something was wrong. They even begin looking into changing to a different label or becoming an independent photographer just to get away from overwhelming nature of their Yan.

-And Yan picks up on it. He realizes he isn't winning them over like this anymore, and he's now down to his last resort. He's always been a tad sadistic, even in the beginning he had a bit of joy daydreaming about kidnapping Darling and having them caged in his awfully large mansion, only having Darling ever see and hear from him. He's spent many hours in bed imagining ways to condition and brainwash Darling into relying on him, maybe even getting them so reliant on Yan that he'd be able to have them follow him once again on tours just so they could always be together every waking moment of their lives.

-But to get to that point, he was going to have to start at step 1.

1. Throw a party. At this point they had become common, as this was something he used in the past to get Darling to come out and spend time with him. He'd use the same excuse he's used in the past. He wants his favorite photographer to come and take amazing photos of the party so he can put them on his Instagram for bragging rights.

2. Get them chilled out. Darling never drinks alcohol at these parties. They have an expensive camera they need to protect, and taking decent camera shots require a steady hand. So Yan will make his own concoction for Darling. Darling only said they won't drink alcohol, they never mentioned anything else...

3. Take them out of the crowd and into a more quiet... secluded area of the house. They were never big on parties, its so easy to get overwhelmed, and now they're drowzy and stumbling over themselves and their words. Can't even stand up let alone walk. They clearly need some rest. Luckily Yan has everything they need to keep them comfortable. Now that they've finally made it home they can rest easy on their new bed while Yan finishes up closing down the party for the night.

4. Now a new life can be started. One much more suited to Yans taste. A life his amazing music has sung tales of since the day Yan fell in love...

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere idol #yandere singer #yandere musician #original work #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #the ending is very abrupt I do not do endings well #I don't plan on doing this regularly

[tree-obsession]

HSR and Scars+other physical trauma marks HCs

I haven't seen anyone do this yet, but lmk plz if someone has!

Minor spoilers for main plot

Arlan- scars in a lot of places, implied that he could fight as a child and was poor, canonically has a prosthetic arm (at least I think, but works as hc too) and scars on his arm and nose at least. likely has more, esp on arms since using a greatsword doesnt give great defensibility and his moveset involves cutting HP(judging by the animation, using electricity, so electricity scars too? are those called lichtenberg scars?). he's short, and again the childhood implications mean he was probably malnourished.

Asta- probably minor things from working with untested equipment, and has likely burned her hands with her own powers- but, since she's a noble, she's likely expected to be neat, so idk. I like the burn idea tho.

Bailu- she's a healer, so I think what she does get she can get rid of too. But maybe her dragon tail has unhealed bits from failed assassination attempts, or smth?

Blade- canonically has scars basically everywhere. literally got tortured for a really long time, had home planet destroyed as a child and likely didn't get out unscathed (we NEED to talk abt that more), was a forge worker (burns) and did fight on occasion as Yingxing, and then was on the run for about 1000 years or something, and canonically died even more during that time. also has a skillset that involves cutting his own hp. likely doesn't have to eat, but he's unhealthily skinny because of it anyway. chronic pain. somebody give this guy a hug please.

Bronya- she's a soldier, so callouses, blade scars, bullet scars, emergency first-aid scars, and probably desensitized to cold more than the average human bc belobog. really high disregard for pain that concerns seele on a regular basis.

Clara- her. her feet. are they ok. but also some scars from working with mechs and being in the cold, but svarog made sure nothing too major happened while she was in his care. before, though... likely got beat up for being a "pushover" (im crying plz).

dan heng-... chain scars. we NEED to talk about the fact he spent most of his life chained up in prison with guards and people who hated him (minus jing yuan). probably none of the guards would have stopped some of the more violent ones from getting physical- how else would he tear his clothes that much? probably wasn't fed enough or allowed to exercise much. and the chains- listen, i know we joke about the light cone a lot(honestly why was that specifically made into the light cone) but that was really how he lived for a long time. the desc even said he "writhed" and "gasped for breath". he definitely has huge scars from rubbing skin raw around his wrists, ankles, stomach, and maybe his neck? his arms are definitely majorly scarred over and stuff from this, and probably his ankles+legs too. also his eyesight is probably shit from the dark, unless Vidyadhara magic somehow helped that.

bonus: there is a fic on ao3 called "you're looking into their eyes (and find you're looking into your own)" by robyndoesntlikeyou that deals with dan heng having scars that i only found after drafting this post. plz rec any more fics you have on this...

Fu Xuan- i really don't know for her. probably small ones that wouldn't have scarred, but she saw them as unimportant and didn't treat them...

Gepard- similar to Bronya, but maybe not as many since he's a shielder, but more of the lack of cold sensitivity? he's on the front lines lots

Guinaifen- burn scars on forearm and hands. probably can't feel much on her hands too. idk her lore but she's a street performer, so probably not always enough money for food.

Herta- we basically know nothing about her! seriously, she's so mysterious, and her character stories are vague about her past. i can't think of anything, but maybe there were some more dangerous experiments?

Himeko- considering she rebuilt the Astral Express, there were probably dangerous components involved there somewhere... and her backstory still seems pretty mysterious

Hook- diggertron probs caused burns, and life in the underground is dangerous- plus, moles could apparently go to the fight club? which seems like an issue

Jing Yuan- he's a general- lots of war scars. and probs lighting burns because he summons that entire lightning lord/chronic pain.

Jingliu- she definitely has a lot- i'm pretty sure she's the oldest of the hcq, and also got mara-struck/ fought in wars and was on the run and exiled for a long while. canonically constantly in pain due to mara. also really, really needs a hug, except the only person she would probs let hug her is baiheng, who is dead! and also she isolated herself and tortured yingxing/blade. hcq enjoyers are in literally so much pain.

Kafka- would have a lot of callouses, but idk about where scars would be. she would probs cover them up to avoid drawing attention (as she is an assassin), but idrk where exactly. she seems really sneaky, and considering she has no fear there's no reason for her to hesitate in battle. maybe scars on arms from electricity or stray bullets?

Luka- canon that he has scars from wrestling and stuff.

luocha- again, he would probably just heal whatever scars he did get. i really don't know for him, sry ):.

lynx- most calloused hands ever and even more of a weird cold tolerance than others because she's an explorer. probably just doesn't have feeling in some places. and there are probs scars somewhere from when she ran into fragmentum beasts but she's also a healer so...

march 7th- from careless accidents, sure- dropping glasses and stuff, maybe from a few close fights. but her body was wiped like her memories, plus she's a shielder and archer, which is code for not in the thick of the fight and not taking much damage herself, although she has been careless a few times. also, bowstring burns.

natasha- again, she would heal it. but has chronic pain from lugging around that heavy gun and due to age- i think she's in 50s? she's a respected person, and raised seele in the orphanage, but i dont think there's an official age.

pela- cold resistance. maybe some scars from mechanical accidents? and also there were likely some attacks right after she was born since so many of her mother's coworkers were killed.

Qingque- she's clumsy, so accident scars- breaking glass, falling down too many stairs, etc.

sampo- cold res! and probably some close calls since he's such a rat and has enemies, so most scars are on his stomach.

seele- again, growing up in the underworld was tough, so fighting rings + orphanage scraps + street fights, plus some malnourishment since she often gave her food to smaller kids and ran all the errands. was always a fight-first person, but cares a lot and so would protect automatically. has scars all over- many knife ones, some bullet or burns, and electric ones from fixing up mechs.

serval- electric ones from when she was just starting to fight with the guitar. do i need to keep saying cold resistance for the Jarilo-vi ppl?

Silver Wolf- definitely got some, but can aether hacking erase them? either way i doubt she would actually care enough to try unless she was really bored. but also has terrible eyesight, even by punklorde standards. idrk where her scars would be, so spread out mby?

sushang- spent her entire life training and canonically is brawns over brains, so probs more than a few. also her sword is heavy so she probs had some accidents. mostly on her arms and stomach.

tingyun- probs some from people blowing up amicassador ships, since they want to interrupt peace talks and things- but she's fast and experienced.

topaz- had bad lungs, but had a surgery after getting promoted to fix them. some burns on her hands and her sense of smell is a bit screwed up, so numby is often her compass for that (i love numby SO MUCH)

trailblazer- massive scar from getting stabbed through. none from before game started, since apparently they're a puppet. i think they would heal faster, but messily because of that, so a bunch of smaller scars on their torso, face and forearms.

welt- lots and lots from soldier time, especially from debris and the honkai energy probably has some kind of physical drawback. hands are a bit screwed up too, and gets a lot of chronic pain.

yanqing- what the heck is his family history? will it become relevant later? kind of curious how that may affect these hcs, but hands are super calloused and while he often doesn't retain major injuries, he'll only care for them if jing yuan tells him to, so a bunch of smaller scars just from that. mostly on his arms and hands and neck (ppl probs try to stab there often...)

yukong- so many- was huge in the war, so lots of bullet scars and maybe even some that were previously mara-infected and made worse. hearing is shot, uses hearing aids in her fox ears. a bit irrelevant but she is totally awesome.

#hsr #honkai star rail #honkai #arlan #asta #bailu #blade #bronya #clara #dan heng #imbibitor lunae #fu xuan #hsr headcanons #gepard #guinaifen #herta #himeko #hook #jing yuan #kafka #jingliu #luka #luocha #lynx #march #march 7th #natasha #pela #qingque #sampo

[beevean]

Comparing CV and NFCV designs

I was having thoughts about how game designs were translated to the show. While I'm not a character design expert, I ended up having a fair bit to say, because most of the changes are fascinating, for better or for worse :P

1) Sypha

She's the only character I would say that was improved over the game version.

While Sypha never starred in any game post-CV3, and wasn't redesigned by Ayami Kojima like Trevor and Alucard were (excluding a cameo in PtR), we know what she looks like by her ending sprite of CV3 and the Fake Sypha of SoTN:

Yet another long-blonde-haired woman. Like pretty much every other woman in CV with few exceptions. She's carried by her mage outfit and her big hood that give her a mystique air, but I don't blame the showrunners for redesigning her.

Giving her short, reddish hair was a great choice IMO. It's a very cute haircut that doesn't fall into the "Stronk Female Character" stereotype (think Zafir essentially lol). Too bad they didn't even attempt the whole "secretly a man" plot point because it would have worked pretty well. Her clothes are simple, and I wish she hid herself in the hood more, but they work for her character. Full thumbs up!

2) Dracula

I'll use the Dracula from SoTN and CoD as reference, since those are the designs that inspired the one from the show.

His SoTN design is iconic, a true classy villain that inspires awe, and surprisingly faithful to the description in Bram Stoker's book. His CoD design isn't bad, very similar in features to the previous one, but with clothes more inspired to his "Classic" style, which makes sense. (the spiked wings are particularly cool)

... but I must confess that I prefer Dracula with black hair rather than white:

I know that LoI didn't happen in NFCV, but it would make more sense for the original Dracula. He could have looked like an older Mathias by the time of CV3... then the grief of losing Lisa would turn his hair white, as we see in CoD and after. Also it's just aesthetically more pleasing lol.

I like the outfit as well. The top is inspired from the CoD outfit, where he looked like a sorcerer, and the bottom is inspired from the SoTN outfit, where he looked like a noble (he wears boots, hidden here). Not particularly elegant, but then again this Dracula is neither of those things, so it works well enough.

It's ranked below Sypha simply because, well, it's just Dracula with a dye job, not much effort went into here. Hell, Kojima herself considered the idea first:

But it's a small change that works wonders and I like him a lot!

3) St. Germain

In CoD, St. Germain was meant to look very out of place:

He wears anachronistic clothes, and even his body build is unusual for the style. You can tell before he opens his mouth that something's up with him.

In the show, having a different background, he had to be redesigned:

He looks more time appropriate and stockier, but still recognizeable as the original character in physical traits. They even kept the hourglass!

I have little to add. The two characters serve different purposes, so they have to look different, and both work. I don't prefer one over the other, which is good enough. It was also a cute easter egg that N!St. Germain at one point wore the original outfit.

4) Trevor

Now we're getting into "obvious downgrades compared to the original" territory, but Trevor still looks fine for what he is:

Handsome in a scruffy way, combat ready (especially after ditching the cape), and with noble heritage. Nothing near as iconic as his CoD design, which looks both elegant and as combat ready as a veteran vampire hunter should be...

... but again, it's fine for the kind of character this Trevor is, and he's still aesthetically pleasing.

I do question, however, why Trevor starts out with his scar. In CoD, he got the scars on his eye and chest after the fight with Dracula, to mark him as a survivor of the Dark Lord at the peak of his strength. Giving it to Trevor simply because he got in trouble with humans is cheapening it.

5) Hector

Hector has the dubious honor of being one of the few characters who looks nearly identical to his game counterpart. As you can tell by the placing of the designs, I don't like this choice (Dracula notwithstanding because the black hair really is an improvement IMO), because they end up looking like discount versions of the beautiful Kojima designs.

Still, what more or less saves Hector is that his design had to be simplified, because man there is a lot going on here:

Hector's design conveys two important factors: he's a knight, and he's proficient in combat. The outfit's not elegant, but it's protective - look at the armor on his chest, his boots, and the guard on his left arm. His clothes overall look sturdy and comfortable enough to run and fight. He also has a ton of details that would be a nightmare to animate, such as the holes in his sleeves and pants, the chains, the skewed belt...

The simplification here was done with the right amount of care. The holes have become a motif, and the sleeves are no longer asymmetrical in color; same for the holes in the pants. The armor and boots still share the same motif, even without the detail that made them look protective (in fact, the armor is more visibly made of metal here, while in Kojima's style it's hard to tell if it's metal or leather). The belt has become a singular object, and most importantly they removed the black ribbon wrapped around the sash - it was most likely an accidental choice, but since that is Rosaly's ribbon, and ofc Hector wouldn't have it in this version, it was the right call.

There are, however, some problems with this. All these compromises make for a weird design in the context of the show: no other character has this extravagant design, even with all the simplifications. I'll explain later that he's especially jarring contrasted with Isaac. Also, it simply doesn't fit the character: this version of Hector is infamously completely ineffectual in battle, spends most of his screentime being used and tortured, and never once swings a weapon at an opponent (perhaps this is why he looks like he lost all muscle mass lol). Just look at the glove on his right hand: the reason the real Hector wears it is as protection when he uses his sword. Hector from the show doesn't even have a sword! That glove is completely useless for a blacksmith like he's supposed to be!

As a plus, this is what Hector is supposed to wear when employed under Dracula:

They gave Isaac the correct uniform (and I will have words about it). Hector started to wear his CoD clothes after he decided to run all over Wallachia to chase Isaac. Again, the outfit is not for work, it's for combat.

But it's not just the clothing that changed. On a positive note, I like his darker skin: Hector here is canonically Greek, and I appreciate it. I would like to see this bronze skin tone with game Hector's silver hair. On a negative note, however, this Hector's hair is very bad: not only it's a dull grey and not shiny silver, but the haircut is simply unflattering - why did they cut off the tips like that? It falls very badly around his face, it looks like a cheap, static wig.

(i'm not even going to deign words for how they drew child hector. that thing has suffered enough)

Overall, I don't know why they bothered to recreate the same design when it simply doesn't fit the character, and the character in general just looks like a downgrade, but I can accept the compromises in a vacuum. It helps that Hector's original design is just that good.

6) Lisa

Lisa also looks identical to her game counterpart, perhaps because there was no need to waste time for a minor character.

She's female Alucard with a typical mom ponytail. Nothing much to say.

And I will only say one thing about Lisa in the show.

Man is the style so damn unflattering for her.

She can look better depending on the artist...

But I'm not giving points for literally copying Kojima's design and doing it poorly.

7) Alucard

Alucard's design by Kojima is one of the most iconic in videogame history.

Look at him. Pure, effortless elegance. An absolute prince, graceful and deadly. The sheer amount of detail in his clothing are a fashion designer's dream. You cannot top this. Which is why I imagine the show didn't even attempt to.

... but what the actual fuck am I looking at here.

Again. Simplification was in order, I get it, I understand. But... really? Really. You did this to Alucard. You gave him the shittiest V-neck shirt and pants I could buy at the thrift store? Where is the elegance? Where is the nobility? Just having a long coat isn't enough to recreate the same style!

I also resent the scar on his chest, given to him by Dracula (unlike Trevor). That is the true reason he wears the shitty V-neck shirt. His S4 design all but proves it:

Now this is just nonsensical. What's the point of wearing a cape and a coat, but still going around with your whole chest out? I mean. We all know why. But it's ridiculous.

This is why Alucard ranks far lower than Hector and Lisa: his design has cheap fanservice as its priority, and I find that disrespectful towards the character and the audience. Plus, much like Lisa, the style is very unflattering to him.

I don't know what to tell you, guys. I just find him ugly, even in the best shots.

8) Carmilla

Comparing the two Carmillas isn't even worth it, but then again I could say the same about Isaac, and I don't want to be unfair :P

This is the most famous design for Carmilla in the games:

A giant, masked, naked woman riding a skull crying bloody tears. Nothing like any other foe in the series, and absolutely raw.

We also have "Camilla" from CotM:

Aww, she's cute. She's so pink and frilly! She has fins in her hair! Hard to imagine her as a villain. But don't worry, she also turns into a giant naked demon lady riding a skull:

So the showrunners had some good ideas to transport into the show.

... And they went for the most generic "sexy female villain" design they could.

She's not ugly, but... she's just boring. This design fits her to a T because her whole character is boring. They didn't even give her a mask, or a skull motif. Nothing. It's just a forgettable sexy #girlboss. Disappointing. Even the dress is boring - does this thing even have shading?

I guess they recycled the idea of a cute vampire villain for Lenore, but she's outside the scope of this list, so.

9) Isaac

And finally we get to the worst downgrade in the whole show :)

Where do I even begin with this guy. He's unlike any other character designed by Kojima, but not to the point of looking like he doesn't belong. What matters is that you can tell everything you need to know about him at first glance, and first and foremost: he's the peak of flamboyancy and insanity. You are not going to forget Isaac very soon lol.

But it's all the details that make the picture. He's red and black, marking him as a foil to Hector who is blue and silver. His outfit is obviously similar to Hector's, but fallen off of him and rotten (the "armor" on his chest resembles Hector's own, just stripped down). He has long forgotten anything resembling "sturdy and comfortable", but the bloodied spear tells us he's still a formidable fighter. The hair is anachronistic to say the least, but the way the bangs cover a side of his face contrasts Hector's billowing hair and draws attention to the tattoo on his face. He is covered head to toe with intricate tattoos, that must have been painful to get: a show of strength, loyalty, or masochism, you decide. Among these, he proudly displays a tattoo in the shape of the Devil Forgemaster crest on his back: this, along with the collar, tell us that he's slavishly devoted to his master.

This is Isaac's character, and the design does a fantastic job at telling us everything we need to know without even needing him to move or speak. I would say that his main characteristics are the color red (the hair, mostly) and the tattoos.

Yeah, good job not keeping a damn thing that made him recognizeable.

This is a dude. This is a completely average dude who rolled into the set and stole a costume for the role. No, giving him red eyes and a few dots on his face is not enough to give him an unique, memorable design. He's bland... neutered. And they absolutely did it on purpose, because this design is the complete opposite of the controversial original above - this Isaac is serious and "deep", not a gay clown, duhhh.

They don't even deserve credit for the uniform:

And may I say that Kojima, being an artist on a whole different level, was able to make the cossacks look elegant and dynamic, while N!Isaac above looks flat and boring.

Also, in PtR, Hector and Isaac match:

Because they're wearing a uniform. They have the same job and the same role, so they are wearing the same clothes. It's common sense. (it also makes more satisfying when at the end they diverge, displaying more of their personalities)

In the show, they do not:

Why is Hector, the ineffectual non-fighter, wearing combat clothes, while Isaac, the sharp and strong fighter, is wearing a full vest? Why is Hector wearing blue and Isaac is wearing black? Why do they have different crests on their armor???? IT'S A UNIFORM!

This is what happens when you browse the wiki without actually doing research on what the elements you're referencing mean.

Also, blue and black? Nowhere near as striking as blue and red. Isaac has something of a red motif in the show, only in his magic, but his personality doesn't match it. Even worse, Isaac wears blue in S4. Because he's not a foil to Hector, he is Hector but worse.

As for the tattoos, obviously I would never expect all those intricate tattoos in an animated show, but it would have been cool if he had at least the Devil Forgemaster one (even the extremely simplified version on this Hector's back), since even this Isaac starts out as being blindly loyal to Dracula. Instead, they thought that Isaac has a fetish for pain, and they gave show Isaac the habit of flagellating himself... which then got attributed to religion, and then was dropped lol. His actual tattoos are... weird? And overall they hardly matter, since they're concealed most of the time. Unlike game Isaac's tattoos, they don't convey anything about his character.

As you can guess, the reason Isaac is my least favorite design is that he's not just a downgrade: he's a downgrade that pretends, and is accepted, to be an upgrade. You can feel the contempt against the real Isaac, by showrunners who didn't bother to understand the character and hastly rewrote him to "fix" him. Isaac was deliberately neutered because the show thought itself too superior... although in retrospect it's funny, since they allowed a pink haired BDSM vampire in Nocturne...

#anti netflixvania #just in case #mostly anti by the second half #i was very charitable in the first one lol #dunno i need to share my thoughts sometimes

[masterwords]

Hi !! How are you ?

If possible 33 or 43 for your kiss game ?

Hiii! I am great! How are you? I hope things are going well for you!

I went with 43 for this one (A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking), but I will totally also do 33 and tag you because I have IDEAS.

But for this one I went with the scar and I was kind of missing my wacko super dark Foyet universe so I set this a year after the ending events of The Silence Drowns - a very dark exploration of the Foyet arc but heavily involving Derek. You don't have to necessarily read through that monsterpiece first (although it's a fun read for October), all you really need to know is that through the wild chain of events at the end Hotch ends up with a wicked facial scar...and that's the basis of this little one-shot. (1.5k words of Hotch getting ready to return to work after a long leave of absence.)

(Send me a kiss (or LOTS of them) and I'll write you some hotchgan!)

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Jessica’s small hands worked over the silk of his tie, small fingers knotting the blue fabric expertly. He could do it himself but she wanted to do it and he’d been forced over the last year to let go. Let people help. There were months in there that he couldn’t do much of anything on his own, and that people were willing to do things for him was a miracle not lost on his lonely heart. Now that he was capable, now that he’d healed, he had resumed his normal activities but Jessica still insisted sometimes. It wasn’t so bad, even if his hands wanted something to do. They would have plenty once he was in his office, once he was at his desk, back in action.

It had been a year since Foyet entered his home for a second time. A year since Derek was bleeding out on his floor, since Jessica shot him, since his knife sliced through Hotch’s face and left him with a permanent reminder he couldn’t hide of a waking nightmare. A year and he still couldn’t bring himself to look in the mirror, not directly. He would approach from an angle, zero in on his shoulders or his hair, let his focus go slack when it came to his face. His mind refused to process any real features, just slid right over like there was nothing there at all. The surgeons had tried to get him to see it, after they’d done what they could to mitigate the scarring, after they’d proudly displayed their work to Jessica who had accompanied him to every single visit no matter how short, no matter that he didn’t need a chaperon or a driver or moral support or whatever it was she was calling herself that day.

What it really was, they both knew, was guilt. She’d done this to him. Yeah, she’d also saved his life, but there was no perspective shift that could take away the knowledge that what she did would always be written on his face.

Sometimes she was too attentive. He had to swat her away sometimes, but her guilt was a powerful thing and she fought him ruthlessly. Eventually he just gave in. He could see it in her eyes every single time she looked at him and sometimes he had to turn away to save her from herself. “He’s alive because of you, sis,” Haley told her at least once a week. “We all are.”

So now he was going back to work even though the Bureau offered him full pension. He’d been through a year of mandated therapy, he still had some lingering signs of PTSD but none that seemed to concern anyone about him returning to the field. He passed all of their tests, had them all believing he was just as good as he was before. Physically he was as fit as he’d ever been. Derek was working him to the bone, exhausting every outlet for fitness. They went for five mile runs in the morning, met at Sam Cooper’s gym over lunch and hit the swimming pool before dinner. Hotch hadn’t been working but he began adhering himself to Derek’s schedule to get himself back into it when the pull to sleep in and take naps started getting a foothold in his life. Derek actually thought those things weren’t so bad, he was sleeping regularly for the first time in his life. But if he wanted to get back to work, he couldn’t afford that kind of luxury for long. And he did want to go back to work, because at the end of the day...if he didn’t, what else would he do? Who was he if not SSA Hotchner?

“How do I look?” he asked, already knowing she was going to say something nice whether it was true or not. He looked scary, that’s how he looked. When Jack’s friends saw his face they visibly changed, they would look away, or ask him what happened and why he looked like a villain. That was in sweaters, cashmere sweaters...he could only imagine how bad it would be now, in a full suit. But Jessica ran her hands down his tie, she’d chosen one of his favorites, a sleek blue and silver Gucci that meant business. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, brushing a piece of lint away and smiled.

“Like a million bucks.”

He smiled and shook his head, and when he smiled his eyes crinkled and the scar melted and everything looked a little off but it wasn’t so noticeable then. She told him so plenty of times, that this was his excuse to smile more. The scar almost made him look happier. He would have to take her word for it, he didn’t feel much like looking for himself.

Derek came by to pick him up early so they could go get some coffee, slowly ease into the day. It had been a year and while their relationship had taken the fast track thanks to Foyet, they were now slowing things back down. Enjoying the light stage, the picking each other up instead of living together buying each other flowers for date nights and simply being excited to see one another phase. After everything they’d been through, Haley and Jessica both rolled their eyes and told them they were being ridiculous, that they should just get married – it wasn’t as if they didn’t already know each other inside and out. But they wanted the luxury of slow and fun. Of anticipation. (And some part of Hotch thought it would be easier to take rejection once Derek decided he didn’t want to be attached to a man whose face looked...like this.)

“What time is the moron picking you up?”

“Seven,” Hotch replied without missing a beat. She had rude nicknames for both of them and they rarely repeated day to day. She had an arsenal of insults waiting in the wings. “You don’t have to stay.”

“I want to. This is exciting. I feel like I’m sending my kid off to his first day of kindergarten.”

Hotch rolled his eyes but there was the smile again, the smile that was infectious. There was a time there that she wondered if she would ever see it again.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“I can’t believe it hasn’t been longer. You’ve aged me at least ten years, maybe more, with all of this. Look at all of these gray hairs, Aaron. I used to be a young, vivacious blonde...now look at me!”

“You’re more beautiful than ever. Meaner too.”

A knock at the door startled them both. Derek had a key, and they both assumed he would use it, but when Jessica rushed out to peer through the peephole she sighed. “Moron is here.”

“He knocked,” Hotch muttered, slipping a pill box into his briefcase. His body wouldn’t allow him to forget it, not anymore. Jess stepped back so he could open the door and he was met with Derek in a suit and tie, holding a bouquet of bright red roses. An arm full. Hotch took the flowers and said good morning, inviting Derek in so he could put the roses into some water before they left. Derek always brought flowers, or coffee, or beer. Derek never showed up empty handed.

“You ready?” Derek asked as Hotch grabbed his briefcase and approached the door.

“Yes,” he said quietly. Derek reached up, cupped his jaw with one hand and rubbed his thumb along the ridge of scar that extended from the corner of Hotch’s mouth up into his cheek. The permanent smile that drew the corner of his lip upward just a bit even when he wasn’t smiling. He leaned forward and kissed it, right at the corner of his mouth, and then another and another drawing slowly up the line. Hotch couldn’t help turning his face in to the kiss, cold hands slipping inside the warmth of Derek’s jacket, the memory of all of the kisses that had been laid against that scar over the last year. Kisses that had done more for him than the surgeons, had done more for Jessica than encouraging words. If Derek could love it, she could live with being its unwilling creator. Derek had kissed it every day since it was a swollen mound of stitched flesh beneath gauze. He kissed it when Hotch was in pain, he lay ice against it and re-packed the gauze. He kissed it when the stitches were removed, when Hotch could speak and eat again, while it healed. He kissed it as it changed from angry red to streaky violet and indigo to pale pink to something soft and silvery peach with a thread thin purple fault line, dimpling his cheek, curving and dipping and climbing like ivy.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered with a smile, his lips finding their way back to Hotch’s, taking him in a long, slow kiss. If Jessica wasn’t standing right there, he might have decided to take a little detour. “You look gorgeous. Welcome back, SSA Hotchner.”

“Ugh. Barf. Get a room.”

“This is my apartment,” Hotch said quietly, his eyes never leaving Derek’s, his lips desperate for another kiss. But they had to leave, they had places to be. “Shall we?”

“Let’s do this.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jessica brooks #criminal minds #hotchgan

[papillon-stories]

Prologue : Shilora

Title : Operation : Live Your Life Shilora

Webtoon : Operation : True Love

Synopsis and Table of contents ● Masterlist 

Pairing : Eunhyuk x oc

(See Endnote)

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For as long as I can remember, I have been confined to a hospital room, surrounded by the sounds of machines, panicked corridors, and the cries of other patients. My rare condition has left me almost entirely bedridden since birth, and I have never truly experienced the outside world. Despite this, I have an overflowing imagination that has kept me going.

Reading has been my greatest passion, but even that became tiresome after so much time in the hospital. That's when I started creating imaginary characters, including one that I imagined myself to be. Her name is Shilora, and she constantly accompanies me in my dreams and thoughts.

Lately, I have imagined her alive in Operation: True Love, a webtoon that I started reading not long ago. I eagerly anticipate new chapters of the story each week, and I have even begun inventing my own adventures for the characters.

Shilora is everything that I am not, but everything that I would like to be. She is beautiful, with delicate features and long, lustrous hair. I imagine her with an oval face, high cheekbones, and full, soft lips. Her eyes are a deep, brilliant blue, with long, thick lashes that add to their intense, emotional depth. Her nose is small and straight, adding to her delicate beauty, and her lips are plump and soft, with a slight rosy tint that gives her a sensual side in contrast to her innocent eyes.

What I love most about Shilora is her hair. It has been many years since I've had a single strand of hair due to my repeated treatments and operations, so imagining Shilora's long, silky locks always makes me feel better. Despite being confined to my hospital room, my imagination allows me to escape and create new worlds, giving me hope that one day I may be able to experience the real world outside of these walls.

I imagine Shilora's hair as very long, soft, and silky, reaching below her buttocks. The luminous blonde color reflects light in a spectacular way, delicately framing her face and highlighting her natural beauty. Her hair is truly an asset to her, and I like to envision it swaying gracefully behind her back as she walks or fluttering in the breeze.

Shilora has a short stature and a slim, slender figure. Her skin is clear and luminous, with a soft and smooth texture that shows no scars, needle marks, or hematoma from infusions.

Although she can seem fragile and delicate at times, Shilora exudes an inner strength that commands respect and admiration. I wanted her to be a woman of great beauty and grace, with an aura of purity and warmth that draws others to her.

Despite everything, what I love most about Shilora is her freedom. She can run, jump, climb mountains, ski, and fall without worrying about her health. She sings and dances in the rain, laughs in the sun, and cries with the wind. She embodies everything that I cannot be. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be outside these walls, to feel the sun on my face, to run in the grass, to see the stars at night, or even just to stand in the rain.

But I have learned to find joy in the little things in life, like a nurse's smile, a surprise visit from my family, an exciting book, or lively music. I am grateful for everything I have, even though I cannot live a normal life like other people. This has taught me to always be positive and to see the good side of life. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that one must be patient.

So, I continue to create characters, imagine fantastic worlds, and escape in my thoughts. This is how I feel alive, despite my physical limitations. And who knows, maybe these characters will one day help me get out of this hospital and explore the real world.

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End Note :

Hello hello sunshine!

I am happy to present my fanfiction to you, I have been trying to do this little project for a while now. I hope I can get to the end of this fanfiction but everything in its time. I will do my best to post the chapters.

So you've probably guessed it, we're going to be in a kind of isekai.I want to clarify, in this story it will be about romance, friendship and above all how life can be great and how much you have to enjoy it. Let's be kind to each other to live without regret! Also, the fanfic will address somewhat heavy subjects such as existential reflections and on the superficial side of people, which is why the beauty of the main character will be enormously put forward.

By the way, do you have any idea why the name Shilora? It is a completely invented first name which has its own meaning, we will know more about it in the chapters to come.

Do not hesitate to leave a constructive criticism and a like, it is very appreciated. :3

#operation true love #operation name pure love #pure love operation #operation pure love #oc #original female character #go eunhyuk #go eunhyeok #eunhyuk x oc #eunhyeok x oc #eunhyeok #eunhyuk #prologue #papillon series

[itsclydebitches]

Jumping off your V6 Giftbag nit-pick: Considering emblems are/were a thing, I'm surprised we don't see a lot of interaction with clothing in RWBY. How cool would it be if Ruby's cloak belonged to a silver-eyed ancestor? Or that the purple sash on Yang's leg was a symbol of good luck from her dad? Or Weiss modifying her family crest or Blake getting piercings in her cat ears instead of wrapping them in a bow? All these little things that would add so much to their characters.

Yes, stuff like that would be amazing! Now that I think about it, RWBY has already made space in the show for that kind of characterization, they just made it... bland. AKA, the outfit changes in Volume 7. Rather than having a couple of characters generically change their hair for no reason other than what the audience might headcanon (I guess killing your stalker ex with your maybe girlfriend makes people crave a haircut?) actually tie the change to the character and to whatever they're personally going through.

The one example I can think of where RWBY did this decently is with Jaune: upgrading with Pyrrha's armor and then later incorporating a bit of her sash (even if I question, from a world building perspective) why he has her personal effects + how he got them in the midst of/following a horrific battle. Especially when Pyrrha disintegrated.) But still, we understand both why he's changing now and why that change is emotionally significant. It adds something to his story rather than simply being change for the sake of change.

Personally, I love the idea of Blake getting some awesome earrings, moving from hiding her ears, to letting them be natural, to actively showing them off. I've wanted Weiss to move away from the pincess-y look for a while, just because it's so closely tied to the image her father sculpted for her. Give me a short-haired, practical-but-still-stylish looking Weiss (similar to Winter, perhaps?) who never could have passed as Jacques' perfect heiress. Maybe even a callback where Ruby notes that she's dropped the combat skirt and Weiss admits that it was never really her thing. Yeah, give us an ancient, tattered cloak that's been passed down through multiple SEWs, old enough that Maria recognizes on sight it even though Ruby dyed it red after her mother's death. Give me a Yang who, after getting blindsided by Adam, gives herself an impromptu buzz cut both to symbolize this new stage of her life and so that no one can ever use her long hair as a combat weakness. I want Nora's scars to be on her face (cowards) and for Ren to incorporate something of Nora's alongside his dad's dagger; for Oscar to hold onto pieces of his farmboy identity and Ozpin to carry bits of the past that aren't just random bomb-canes. Why can't the gears in Qrow's weapon be a nod to his long relationship with Oz? (A great nitpick I saw recently). Why can't Ruby and Yang both have a splash of purple to represent their family? Why have these characters traveled across a good chunk of their world now, but visiting all those places have barely left a mark? Why can't all the characters wear clothes that MATCH THE ENVIRONMENT THEY'RE IN? Sure, they've changed physically, but the changes are largely, randomly cosmetic, devoid of any meaning outside of, "It's a new Volume and we need new models for the next three-ish years. Better give the characters an outfit update. Incorporate the meaning of those changes into the story? Nah, too much work."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[msommers]

bound, ghost, heartbreak, wound for riya, meredith and jorina!

3 years late but finally found the brain power to ramble some things down xx // oc asks: not-so-nice edition

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

RIYA — been jailed twice, much to her (and her family’s) horror. first time she was arrested came after being framed for the murder of her lover and it involved a frankly obscene amount of drama. she escaped with the help of her family, surely a great deal of planning went into the break but she only got to see the end result of her father and eldest brother showing up to get her the fuck out of there. i don’t imagine she received any scars from this one, people would have been too scared to physically harm the daughter of duchess priscilla in her own city tbh.  second time came some weeks later, her and bastian were caught somewhere around hunter fell. don’t believe this was ever fully developed but almost certainly it was because of some bullshit on riya’s part, probably complained too much of the travel time or maybe they were arguing the idea of approaching his family for help, either way kept them stagnant for one night too many and the templars closed in. they got out through rasha’s warden recruitment + riya’s plea for bastian to be brought along too. bastian might have gotten a scar from the experience depending on how the capture went down, but i don’t think riya would have just because of certain spells.

MEREDITH — yes, loathe she is to admit it. seething the entire way, truly near to combusting with the amount of fury in her body at the time, meredith surrendered to ser cauthrien when offered the choice to do so or die (they may have been able to win the fight, but she couldn’t see a valid reason to risk that even in her volatile state). she and alistair fought their way out of fort drakon and i’m sure they earned their fair share of scars between them from those encounters, but i think any mark on her body paled in comparison to discovering the brutalized corpses of ser gilmore and mother mallol along the way 🤷🏼 

JORINA — this question simply unlocks the fun potential of a scouts side mission where they get temporarily captured by red templars, which i’m so here for. the fun part is the brutal action and scars they get out of it <3

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

RIYA — the valdivia brothers live in her head rent free. always making themselves known when she's left alone for too long and 9/10 times the subject(s) of her dreams/nightmares thanks to the lovely denizens of the fade. she struggles with immense guilt over their deaths on the daily. bastian's has a clear butterfly effect that she can follow to the beginning and see her direct influence in, while victor's is more that she was heavily affected by so many telling her that she was at fault. she has an odd half-and-half way of dealing with the ghosts, where sometimes she’ll do her best to actively ignore them by focusing on any task in front of her and sometimes she’ll let all of the upset flood in for like 20 minutes and just sob about them. truly where is a fantasy therapist she needs them. edit after finishing all the other answers: i'd also like to add on that i think the clear visual riya got of seeing the whole party and various other wardens fall through the cracks of the earth to their probable deaths is gonna haunt her for a little while. that was pretty terrifying

MEREDITH — the list is so long for her i'm not sure where to start or end. a great deal of the events in origins linger for her, some lie more heavily on her consciousness and others are a bare whisper of a phantom around the corner, but they all cause occasional bouts of melancholy or anger. her fallen family weighs on her the greatest, little oren the most. i think she'd go through some grounding techniques to help manage it all, though it would've taken her an insane amount of time to develop that ability. focusing on the sounds around her, listing all of the people in her life that she's close to, reciting her schedule for the day, etc etc, it all helps to remind her she's in the present. 

JORINA — definitely the purge of the denerim alienage as a whole, plus one or two particularly terrifying men who took part in it. the horror-filled chaos of the fifth blight battles that went down in the city as well. the memory of her father in his deepest depression. countless things she witnessed during her time with the inquisition, i know some fucked up shit would have been seen. straight up didn’t deal with the hauntings and ghosts for years, with encouragement from friends she makes in the inquisition she’d start to heal by talking about them with others. takes a painful amount of time and usually it’s aleksi she speaks to, but it all counts. 

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

RIYA — for the sake of a more Chill answer, we'll breeze on past the victor thing. i have no doubt riya’s had some relationships end badly given how extensive her dating history is, and tbh also the easily made assumption that she’s the kind of lady that made numerous mistakes to learn her lessons in this department. she's better in the present, but there's probably a support group out there for the people she's hurt/angered/broken-the-hearts-of. on her end, i don't think riya's dealt with the heartbreak associated with ended relationships because 99% of her connections were never serious in her mind. just all for fun or obvious they were there for purely physical, y'know.

MEREDITH — umm. kind of a similar thread with the guy fucking dying being the end of the relationship, but meredith suffered a particular kind of heartbreak with ser gilmore. they weren’t in a relationship and may not have ever entered one, but they were sweet on each other and she went for years believing he’d always be there in whatever future she had. we all know how that ended yikes

JORINA — jorina’s exempt from this one, aleksi’s her first and only romantic relationship. nailed it first try

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

RIYA — i’d say her wounds are mostly emotional at this point, and the biggest ones come from the aforementioned valdivia brothers. actual HP loss total forgotten, her worst physical wound is probably a toss-up between that time she was psychic-blasted by the keystone & when she was almost got fucking bodied by a darkspawn ogre last session, i’d lean towards the latter i think. she’s gotta still be nursing some injuries from that one but is being super brave about it, really. she DID cry and DOES whimper while putting her gear on after each long rest but she HASN’T made it everybody’s problem by complaining, so that’s super courageous of her and everyone should be praising her for that, i think. her reactions to wounds are very in the moment because she hasn't dealt with a lot of injures in her life, there's no self-trained response it's just pure instinct and emotion driven.

MEREDITH — the type of protagonist who doesn't acknowledge her own wounds until she's literally about to bleed out, because somebody has to be the leader around here after the battle and the various cuts and bruises can wait to be treated until after the adrenaline's dropped. i'd say she has an even spread across all wounds, but hangs more importance on the mental ones in her mind. the events of highever are #1 in the mental and emotional categories, while physical is likely from the encounter with arl howe. the combo of blind fury + being full-focus on repeatedly driving a dagger into howe's chest = not noticing being stabbed by a warrior's sword from behind until the fight's over and suddenly everyone's panicking over you (wynne was there so it's fine but. yeah).

JORINA — she'd be so stealthy on the field i hardly ever think of her injured, so this is a trip. she has such a good stone face that i imagine she handily pulls off the classic of nobody realizing she's been horribly wounded until she ends a conversation with pulling away a bloodied hand from her side and calmly asking where the healer is. i think it would be so fun if jorina's worst injury came from her getting fucking rocked out in the wilds while scouting for mythal's temple. the idea of head scout jorina being fully blindsided by the sentinel elves in their own terrain is super fun to me, i don't know why. send a girly and her squad out because they're the best of the best and then watch her get taken tf down by an insane arrow shot from the forest that's some dramatic shit right there

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: meredith cousland #ch: scout jorina #these were fun we love oc suffering in this house

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Sleeping Dead thoughts (lots of spoilers)

I’m expecting the books to arrive on Monday but I decided to buy the digital copy of volume 2, which came out yesterday on Renta!. I have to say I prefer Honto’s reading app to Renta!’s web reader but Honto probably isn’t getting it until the end of October.

⚠️

The extra at the end of volume 2 is really cute. Mamiya wakes up in Hell, but he’s not sure if he actually died or is just having a dream. Sada appears dressed up as an angel, but he’s a Buddhist so the outfit doesn’t make sense. Mamiya says that if it’s a dream he imagined Sada to look like that, so I guess he thinks of Sada like a guardian angel. It definitely helped take off the edge from how ridiculously bleak the last chapter is.

When I read the final chapter for the first time I assumed that Mamiya killed himself. It was intentionally left kind of vague, but with the experiment failing and Sada re-dying it seemed like he completely lost the will to live, especially after cremating Sada’s corpse. I think by doing the latter he initially planned to follow Sada’s advice to destroy everything and leave, but living without Sada was impossible for him.

Since it was also never revealed who it was that rang the doorbell, I guess we’ll never know if Mamiya committed suicide or was put back in a psych facility by his family. Even he wasn’t sure what happened before the extra, except for the fact that Sada was gone for real, and that being alive would be worse than being dead. The last ten pages of the manga and the callback to volume 1 (when Mamiya was watching Sada play with Monkichi in the garden) was amazing. Mamiya missed Sada so much.

I liked that Mamiya’s final actions were hypocritical to his and Sada’s discussion about loneliness, when he said that he could live “alone” because living in a society and immersing yourself in work doesn’t completely isolate a person. In the end he couldn’t keep to his own word or Sada’s hopes for him to move on.

Speaking of vagueness, there was never a full reveal of what Mamiya looked like without his clothes on. Sada was so great with understanding Mamiya had dealt with a lot of trauma and just goes along with what he requests when it comes to their physical relationship. I loved when Sada did a total 180 about refusing to killing Buta-san after he saw the burn mark and scars on Mamiya. It must have been aggravating for Mamiya to have to hear Sada’s talk about helping him after the incident in highschool, since Sada never knew the extent of what happened, but he still wanted to be a nice guy and look out for Mamiya. And as it turns out, Sada is really trying to be a nice person. During the first half of the series Mamiya took care of Sada’s needs, but as the story progresses their relationship reverses and Sada has to look out for Mamiya’s well-being, even forcing him to eat, bathe and sleep once things really go downhill.

In the end Sada never reciprocated Mamiya’s feelings, so their relationship felt one-sided with a lot of codependency. But I think Sada was genuinely happy when he reacted to Mamiya’s confession of his feelings. Sada said that he preferred being a friend with benefits because it was easier to be a friend than a lover. When Mamiya said he wished Sada liked him the same way, and that Sada could always be with him, that was Sada’s first time being with someone that was a lover. Mamiya also benefitted from this because he got to experience having non-predatory intimacy. So even though there was a lot of incompatibility each one got something out of being together.

My only complaints are saved for a couple redraws for the new release. There’s one page depicting Mamiya at his worst, and in the new version sensei completely omitted one of the arms/temples of his glasses. At first I was thinking “ah cool they’re broken, she made him even more of a mess for the book”….and on the next page the glasses are fine. It really distracts from how emotional the scene is supposed to be. This had to have been one of, if not the worst page in the manga to have an error on. There’s also a chapter cover that looked like a scrapbook polaroid with handwriting on it (something like 2 days 1 night vacation with Mamiya) but the text was removed in the book, so it’s kind of plain in comparison.

Overall I loved reading this manga and it’s definitely become my fave of Asada Nemui’s works. Her character writing is so good that she can use some cliches but make them perfectly fit into the story, like Sada and Mamiya being highschool classmates. My favorite scene in the entire manga was when Mamiya’s sitting in his van and trying to recite what he would say if he ever met Sada again. Even though Sada wasn’t Mamiya’s friend in school that one page reveals so much about how Mamiya felt about him, and in the following scene Sada’s story and everything that happens in the first chapter begins. Everything tied together so well! 💝

I rarely ever write this much about manga, so I hope whoever finds this series enjoys the ride as much as I did 🥹.

#Sleeping Dead #Asada Nemui #spoilers

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 62: Scars

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Master stopped Puppy from making breakfast this morning. “We’re not going to eat today.” She said.

Puppy hoped that the ‘we’ doesn’t include Kitty, but it did. The two of them play the Game of Life to get their mind off the hunger.

“Is it bad that I wish Bunny were here?” Kitty asks softly. “Obviously I don’t want him to suffer, but I miss him.”

Puppy shrugs. She’s long past wondering what wishes are ‘bad.’

“I hope he’s okay. It would suck if after all this he doesn’t even get some happy memories. I hope it’s worth it.”

They both know it won’t be, but they can hope.

That night, Jane asks the both of them a long series of questions about their emotional and physical state, and writes down the answers.

“My therapist wants me to see how eating regularly will impact my mood. But first I want to collect data on how not eating impacts my mood, and compare it to how not eating impacts mortals’ moods. Obviously a sample size of two isn’t great, but this is just for fun. I’ve done experiments like this before, anyway. I just know Peyton will be a bitch about it if my data isn’t recent. So! We’ll do this for a week, and then we’ll all eat three times a day for a week and track our feelings.”

Kitty rolls their eyes. “Wonderful.”

“Play nice, Kitty. I was going to let Puppy sleep every night, to avoid confounding variables. But I know that rewarding one of you is rewarding both of you, and I don’t reward bad behavior.”

“I said it sounded wonderful. But if my tone bothers you, you can just make it against the rules. You know I obey you, Master.” Their tone is ice. “And if I knew the opinions of mere mortals bothered you, I’d of course ‘play nice.’”

Puppy loves Kitty, adores them, but what Jane is offering is a full week of regular sleep, maybe two, and she can’t lose that for Kitty’s pride, for this stupid fucking power struggle they’re never going to win. Just apologize, please just apologize, it’s not worth it. She squeezes Kitty’s hand, hard. They gasp, looking at her in surprise.

“I…I’m sorry?”

Jane smiles smugly, seeming satisfied. “Go to bed. Both of you.”

~~

A lot of the clothes Barron got for you would show your scars. To be fair, that’s any clothes that show your arms or legs or neck.

All three of them have repeatedly told you you can ask for anything you want. Maybe you should test that and ask for more long-sleeved shirts. That’s a reasonable request, right? At least, it’s a reasonable request after they’ve insisted you can ask for anything.

On the other hand, there’s no reason to be so self conscious about the scars. Diya and Greg both have them, and they don’t hide theirs. The bite wounds on Diya’s neck, the burns on Greg’s hands.

But… your scars are worse. Which isn’t to say the pain that caused them was worse- you could never know that, and you would never dream of saying you went through worse because there are more marks. The worst things Jane did to you never left a scar, after all. But you definitely have more.

Sometimes you think your arms and legs and chest look a bit like what someone might doodle in a notebook while bored in class. Hearts and swirls and the weird fucking S thing- but the burns and drill marks ruin the image. And the brand.

That’s what you most don’t want anyone to see. If they didn’t like the collar, they certainly won’t like the brand. And you don’t want to see it, you want to pretend you don’t have it.

So you should ask for more long sleeved shirts. And if that means Barron hurts you, at least you’ll know. You won’t have to wonder anymore.

You ask during breakfast, while everyone is there, which feels safest.

“You- you said I could ask for anything, right?”

“Right. I can’t promise I can get anything, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. I want to do whatever I can to help you feel comfortable.” Barron says. Diya smiles at you encouragingly.

“…Nevermind.” Coward.

Diya frowns. “It’s just- you’re kind of stuck here. We brought you here and you can’t leave without risking a monster hurting you, and it would be really shitty if we didn’t do whatever we could to make it comfortable. So if you’re feeling weird about asking for stuff because you feel like you owe us- you don’t. You didn’t ask for any of this.”

Greg nods firmly. “You don’t owe us anything.”

You nod. That… actually helps a bit. You’ve been feeling weird about asking for things when they’ve already given you so much, but you didn’t have much of a choice in that. Maybe it’s not that big a deal.

“I was- I was just wondering if I could have more long sleeved shirts?”

Barron nods. “Of course. The shirts I already got you fit, right? I’ll get some more long sleeved ones today.”

“They fit, yeah. Thank you.”

“Any other clothes you want? Or anything else? Something for entertainment, a food you like, or something?”

You shake your head. There’s a beat of silence.

“Well, I’ll be sure to get you those shirts.”

“Thank you.”

The cabin is quiet for a moment, but Diya never lets it last for long. “Is there a specific reason you want more long sleeved shirts?”

Barron coughs. “You don’t have to answer that. We don’t plan on interrogating you any time you ask for something.”

“Right, right. But like… are you cold? Do you feel more comfortable with more of your body covered? Or is it just a style thing?”

“Diya.” Barron’s tone is warning, sending chills down your spine. Diya sighs dramatically.

“I just think we can help more if we know why you want it! But I can see I’m making uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

Greg has finished their breakfast and takes their empty plate to the sink. You’re eager to do the same.

“It’s okay.” You probably would’ve told them about your scars- but Barron, the way it silenced em with a word… it scared you. If Barron doesn’t want the reason why, you don’t want to share it.

“So… what’s your favorite food, Ethan?”

“Saltines.”

You are overwhelmed with a sort of nostalgia for when Kitty asked you that. You miss them, and Diya is just similar enough to them to make you miss them more.

“Do you want to go on a walk today?”

“…Sure.” You get up and put your plate in the sink. You want a minute alone, want to leave the house- the cabin without being supervised. But walking with Diya isn’t terrible.

“You mentioned you like board and card games. What’re your favorites?”

“I don’t… I like ones with more strategy, I guess. I don’t really have specific favorites.”

“We could play something today. Or I could show you some of the games we’ve got on the computer.”

“That sounds fun. Either of those. I need to do some laundry first, though.”

“Me too! We can do it together.”

You can’t tell why ey seems so desperate to spend time with you. Maybe ey pities you, or feels the need to supervise you so you don’t misbehave. Or maybe ey genuinely likes you and wants to spend time with you. But you don’t feel like any of the likable things about you have been on display lately. You’ve just been scared and tired.

Barron leaves to go to work, and Greg joins you and Diya as you sort clothes. The two of them get chatting about different types of clothes and how comfortable they are, and you zone out as you do the simple task. It’s nice, it doesn’t require enough focus to make your head hurt.

It’s okay. You’re okay. Jane isn’t here, Barron isn’t here, no one’s going to hurt you. You let yourself feel safe for just a moment.

~~

Kitty is doing a lot worse than Puppy. They aren’t as used to hunger. At least, not as used to hunger as they go about their daily life. They can handle it when it’s part of a punishment, but for some reason it’s a lot harder like this. They thought it would be easier with more stuff to distract them, but it’s not.

They don’t know how Puppy handles it. Often only eating once a day, she must be constantly hungry, but she never shows it. Not eating at all, she doesn’t behave any differently. She does her chores efficiently and masterfully. She doesn’t make mistakes. She’d be punished if she made mistakes.

Kitty is having trouble thinking about anything other than food. Food that they know is in the fridge and in the pantry, food that’s /right there/. They try to read and play games and color, but end up too distracted by hunger.

They drink lots and lots of water. Jane never explicitly said they could, but she hasn’t punished them, so they take the risk. Puppy doesn’t though. She drinks when Jane gives her water, and only then.

Kitty keeps thinking that if Puppy were downstairs being hurt, they would be able to get food. They’d know Jane wasn’t watching.

But that’s a horrible thing to wish for, and they know it. They just want to not be hungry anymore.

They’re so tired, so fatigued, but they’re in too much pain to fall asleep. They lie on the couch and count the seconds. They’re so hungry.

~~

You are hiding in the bathroom crying because Diya decided to make mac ‘n cheese for dinner. It’s embarrassing and stupid and it’s just- it’s stupid. Of all the things to remind you of living with Jane…

You think you’ve been pretty subtle, slipping away from the table gracefully and crying quietly, but-

“Ethan? What’s wrong?” Diya’s at the door.

“I’m just going to the bathroom. Do I need supervision to do that, too?” You’re not mad at em, not really, but your heart pounds and you can’t stop thinking about her poisoning you for /no reason/ and Puppy was /already sick/-

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. Can I please just have a minute alone?”

“…I want to help.”

“I know, I know, but I think helping me use the bathroom might be overstepping.”

Diya snorts. “You’ve been crying, though. I could hear you.”

“Why were you listening to me going to the bathroom?”

“I- I was just coming to check on you! You looked upset.”

You feel bold with a locked door between you. “If I wanted your help I would’ve asked for it.”

“…Okay. Okay.” Footsteps retreat from the door. Maybe you were a bit harsh.

Barron could still teleport in. But there’s no reason for it to do that, you haven’t done anything to upset it or disobeyed any orders. There’s no guarantee that Barron will follow the same rules as Jane, though.

Diya said it gets better, and you have to believe that’s true. You have to believe that you won’t always cry over mac ‘n cheese, that you won’t always flinch at the sight of your arms uncovered. You have to believe it, or else there’s no point to any of this. No point to escaping, and certainly no point to trying to save Puppy and Kitty.

After crying a bit more, you splash some water on your face and return to the kitchen. Everyone else has already finished, they’re doing something in the living room. They left your meal on the table.

You force yourself to take two more bites of cold mac ‘n cheese, and then throw out the rest. You remember loosening your collar with Diya, how it was scary but you did it anyway, and you felt better afterwards. It should be the same here. It will get easier, it will get better. You have to believe that.

~~

Puppy’s hands won’t stop shaking. She’s going to get in trouble, going to drop something, going to get herself and Kitty punished.

She has to be careful, has to stay present, pay attention, be a good Puppy. Master can tell when she’s trying.

She needs to make sure Kitty is good too. She can’t let Kitty get hurt, she has to keep Jane happy. Her first priority is pleasing her master, always always always.

Her hands won’t stop shaking, no matter how hard she focuses. It’s only going to get worse as she gets hungrier.

Maybe Master will be merciful. This isn’t a punishment, and she’s proven time and time again that she can do her chores, follow the rules, even while starving, even while sleep deprived, even while so sick she could barely walk. Master doesn’t have to test her, Master just wants to be mean to her therapist. She might be merciful, might tell Puppy that she’s been a very good girl and she can be done for the day.

But Puppy knows better than to get her hopes up. She’s done these chores with shaking hands and an aching stomach before, she can do it again. Even if chores that usually take a couple minutes take half an hour. Even if supplies she can usually carry easily are too heavy to hold for more than a minute at a time. She can do it, and she will, and she and Kitty won’t get hurt any more today.

~~

“I’m sorry about yesterday.” Diya says out of nowhere. You’ve been working on knitting again, hoping that it will hurt your head less as you get better at it.

“Hm?”

Diya plops down next to you on the couch. “I have never, in my entire life, wanted to be alone. Even when I was with Irving, it was better to have him there and hurting me than to he left alone. So… I tend to assume other people feel the same way. It’s caused problems before, and I tried to remember that you might like to be alone, and I still made the same mistake I always make. I should’ve listened the first time you said you wanted to be left alone. I’m sorry.”

Ey’s apology sounds sort of scripted, but still genuine. You think ey’s telling the truth.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t mad at you. And you were right, I was crying.”

“Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to. I’ll leave you alone if you want.”

You kind of do want to talk to em. Talking to Diya has helped before. Not as much as talking to Kitty or Puppy would’ve helped, but it helped.

“It’s stupid.”

“Yeah? I should probably say something about how no feelings are stupid, but… I don’t know. Like, back when I first got away from Irving, when Jane killed him, I struggled to eat because I felt like I was hurting my food. Because I had been food for so long. And that was pretty stupid! Eating a sandwich is very different from drinking someone’s blood, and I knew that, and I still had full crying screaming episodes over eating. It wouldn’t have helped to call that stupid while I was going through it, but I don’t think it would’ve helped to act like it was perfectly reasonable either. So maybe emotions /are/ stupid sometimes, but that doesn’t really matter that much. What matters is how the emotions affect you and what you can do to manage them.”

Diya’s rambling reminds you so much of Kitty talking about The Game of Life or how Jane’s actions were never your fault. God, you wish they’d come with you.

Diya is a different person, though. It’s not very nice to em to act like ey’s just a replacement for someone else. And you think you do like Diya, as eir own person, even if you don’t fully trust em like you do Kitty.

“She poisoned us one time using mac ‘n cheese.” You say softly. “It hurt. Puppy was already sick, and we didn’t do anything. She just did it. It wasn’t the worst thing she ever did, I don’t know why trying to eat mac ‘n cheese freaked me out so much. The first thing she did to me was drown me, and I’m not freaked out by the sound of running water.”

“That stuff’s definitely weird. It’s just whatever your brain associates with the trauma. It doesn’t always make sense.” Ey pauses. “It really sucks that she did that to you. Are there any other foods that might cause that reaction?”

“That’s the thing- I don’t know. She didn’t poison us with any other foods like that. But I don’t know. If you’d asked me before- I mean, you did ask me before, and I had no idea mac ‘n cheese would affect me like that.”

“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

“I want to be able to eat mac ‘n cheese without crying.”

“We can work on that! We have leftovers, and you can make your own mac ‘n cheese whenever you want.”

You nod and focus back on your knitting. “Thank you. For giving me advice, and for sharing about your own experience. It helps.”

“I’m glad!” Diya beams, and then eir smile fades. “Are you still worried about Barron hurting you?”

“I don’t- well. Yes.”

“Why?”

“I can’t- I can’t do it again.” You can’t, can’t trust someone again just for them to hurt you, can’t fall for such an obvious trap, you can’t-

“You keep saying that. What does it mean?”

You have to set the knitting down, your hands are shaking too much. “I… I want to go on a walk. And I want to do it alone.”

“…Okay. Go ahead. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You get up and approach the door. Ey doesn’t stop you. You step outside. No one stops you. You could leave. You really could leave.

Instead, you follow the same path you and Diya usually take. It’s nice. You loosen your collar and breathe the fresh air deeply. You’re okay. You hope Puppy and Kitty are okay.

With your collar loose, and walking alone, you feel incredibly rebellious. And it’s scary, but it’s also exhilarating. You are full of a nervous, excited energy that makes you want to do a cartwheel or something. But you can’t do a cartwheel, so you just walk faster.

When you come back to the cabin, Diya isn’t in the living room anymore. Your head only hurts a little bit, so you pick your knitting back up. You don’t tighten your collar.

~~

Even with a full week of regular sleep, Puppy is exhausted. She splashes cold water in her face, does jumping jacks, tugs on her hair, and she only barely holds onto consciousness. Her chores are done (she thinks- oh god, are they done?) so she just has to stay awake until Master gives her permission to sleep.

Kitty hasn’t stayed awake for more than a couple minutes all day. Puppy watches them breathe, terrified their breathing will suddenly stop.

Just one more day. Just one more day, then Master will move onto the next phase and she’ll get to eat three meals a day and maybe she’ll still get to sleep every day.

Of course, she’ll have to be careful to avoid refeeding syndrome. But she’ll be allowed to eat, and Kitty will be allowed to eat. Just one more day.

“How are you feeling? I feel great.”

When did Master get in here? Puppy groans.

“Poor Kitty’s asleep… I’ll wake them up after we finish your questions. How would you rate your hunger on a scale of one to ten? Speak. You can answer these questions.”

“…Nine.” It can always be worse. It can always get worse.

“How would you rate your fatigue on a scale of one to ten?”

“Nine.”

“How would you rate your desire to commit violence on a scale of one to ten?”

“Zero.” It’s what she’s been saying all week.

Master continues her line of questioning. Puppy thinks Master asks more questions than normal, but she can’t be sure.

Finally, Master tells her to sleep. She doesn’t have to be told twice.

~~

Diya is helping Barron with something in the computer room, so you and Greg have been playing card games in the living room.

Hanging out with Greg is a lot quieter than hanging out with Diya, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind the quiet at all.

You’re a bit worried about Diya being alone with Barron, but there isn’t any screaming coming from the computer room, so you think ey’s okay.

Greg has incredible posture. They sit up straighter than you think you ever have, and they handle the cards with a strange sort of grace.

“After we finish this one I can show you some of the card games we made up while I was with Jane. Well, Kitty and Puppy mostly made them.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Yeah, they were good at that stuff. I guess they had more practice than me, but any time I tried to make a game it ended up really boring.”

“Ah.”

You continue to play in silence. It’s nice. It’s also nice that you’re winning.

“Are you enjoying living here?” Greg asks.

“…I think so. So far, it’s much better than living with Jane.”

“So far?”

“Well, I can’t know the future. Are you enjoying living here?”

“I am.”

“…Have you ever been hurt here?”

“No. Well, I’m sure I’ve bumped into things or tripped and gotten hurt while here with stuff like that. But I don’t think that’s what you’re asking.”

You swallow. “No one’s hurt you while you were here?”

“Nope.” They pop the P, then think for a second. “Well, maybe on accident. But I can’t think of anything specific. Why do you ask?”

“…I don’t know. Just checking, I guess.”

Greg nods. “That’s okay. You can check as much as you want. None of us will hurt you.”

You think, for maybe just a moment, you believe them.

—

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming. Shit, shit, it’s happening, it’s hurting them, shit.

You don’t know what to do. You instinctively pull your blanket over your head, but you know it’s not a good hiding place.

The screaming is over as soon as it started. Should you investigate? Should you pretend nothing happened?

You take off the blanket and head towards where you think you heard the noise. It’s Diya and Greg’s room.

You hear crying, quiet but definitely there. You think it’s Greg’s voice. You throw open the door.

It’s just Diya and Greg. Greg is crying without emotion on their face, but it doesn’t look like they’re hurt. Diya holds them close.

“Ethan. Did we wake you up? Greg just had a nightmare. I’ve got this handled. You can go back to bed. And… maybe knock, next time.”

That makes sense. Greg did say they all have nightmares, and if Barron’s not here… Well, you don’t think Diya would hurt Greg. It makes more sense to you that it would be a nightmare.

You step back, embarrassed. You’re lucky you didn’t interrupt something more intimate.

“…Sorry.”

Greg recoils, burying their face in Diya’s shoulder. You gently close the door.

It feels… wrong, to have seen Greg so vulnerable. It makes your skin crawl, and you’re not sure why. But they’ve seen you after a nightmare, so you guess you’re even.

…Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, for Diya or Greg to see your scars.

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #starvation tw #disscussion of torture tw #jane’s pets #2nd person pov #3rd person pov

[hauntedfalcon]

("make the au more fucked up, I dare you" you say? well, who am I but to oblige)

marion hid the scar from his father for an entire year. a physical mark can be covered up, but how do you hide the absence of a daemon? a little kid wandering around, a dead canary clutched in his hands, and suddenly there's no more birdsong following him about. he has to hide her, because even if she's not moving she's gotta be alive, because he's alive, and he knows with a seven-year-old's certainty that if the adults notice then they might get rid of her. he finds an empty matchbox for when she's a butterfly and tries to keep her in his biggest most comfortable shirt pocket when she's a bird and he tells the finnerty boys - all three of them, with their shepherd dog souls nipping at their heels - that they've made a game of seeing how long she can stay hidden for, or that she's asleep in his pocket, or that she's right over there but she's pretty small so maybe you just can't see her, and ignores the sensation, the creeping dread, that something vital inside him is rotted. (sean finds out, and so do his brothers, and he swears them all to secrecy. in the end, it's his own slip-up that gets him caught.)

jinnah watches her father cut the boy away from the dead bird, and tries to remember the feeling of insect's legs walking along the back of her hand. he kicks and screams in all the ways she didn't, watching it turn from avian to insect to avian to nothing but dust, and she wonders - only for a moment - if the empty hole in her would have finally settled into a beetle, or a spider, or a maybe even a snake, like the great python winding about her father's neck.

okay all right okay you know what

I was just thinking about how maybe in this universe, maybe the first time Sean understands that a soul isn't the same thing as a conscience

isn't necessarily all the times that his Saoirse doesn't keep him from getting into trouble, what kind of daemon would she have been if she stopped him from doing stupid stuff

but maybe it's the time that he looks up after finishing that mission for Dr. Nero, and sees Saoirse returning to him with the remnants of blue and gold Dust on her jaws, already fading away to nothing

#Candela Obscura SPOILERS for ts #is basically the same thing as tagging for childhood trauma at this point so if you don't have that blacklisted already... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #I think a prime reason I've never written a daemon AU is that naming all those extra characters would stress me out #but I couldn't resist for this one #anyway Sean looking at his own reflection in his daemon's eyes and knowing #he can't do the right thing on his own. he can't look to Saoirse for that. and Marion's not here. so... fuck. #but later? Sean and Marion reuniting after the war but Saoirse is the first one who throws herself at Marion #later still? three people in a bed with one daemon sprawled across all of them #and well before they all go to bed together Jean cuddles Sean's daemon while she reads #her fur is thick enough for all of them to bury their hands and faces if they need to #she is warm enough and her heartbeat is strong enough to make up for many kinds of absence #I had to make it a *little* happy c'mon

[meximango]

Day 8 - shed - G - Estinien + Altani

Summary: Altani asks Estinien a question about his scales.

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“Hey, Estinien.”

“What.” Unlike his companion, he didn’t pause in his workout routine. One word responses were common enough for the elezen even when he wasn’t trying to catch his breath (not that Altani would point out that his breathing was heavier than hers had been, despite their similar routine--that would just make him grumpy). 

“I have a question.”

“Mm.”

“A curiosity, really. Just been thinking.”

The slightest huff of laughter with his exhale, but he held his tongue. “Aye?”

“Well, it may be kind of personal--”

“Fine! I just wanted to know, seeing as you’re shirtless right now…” Her head bobbed up and down in time with his push-ups. Staring.

“Just spit it out, would you!” She was normally so upfront and bold with every word that came from her mouth, ‘personal’ or not. Skirting around a topic was putting him on edge. 

The push-ups stopped, the dragoon folding up into a kneeling position. He’d lost count anyway.

(Where in the seven hells was this going? Estinien was not a self conscious person, he cared not what others thought of him and would do as he pleased. After the first time Altani walked in on his workout routine while he was shirtless, he didn’t see a point in wearing one if they were going to pump iron together, was all. It was a matter of bodily comfort and routine. No other reason.) 

Before he could snap at her to hurry up before the sun set and rose once more, the au ra reached out to smooth one hand along his shoulder, tracing deliberately and delicately--so much gentler than he thought the warrior capable of, honestly, he’d sparred with her enough to know how even her friendly touches often overflowed with unintended strength--over the scales there.

“...And?” Get to the point, please. 

“Well, your body went through some changes after the whole Nidhogg…thing.” Thing certainly was one word for it. He would have sufficed with nightmare as his term of choice. 

He tried not to think of his time possessed by that great wyrm too much, the physical traits that merging brought forth, forever marking him. The dark scales adorning his body in odd patterns were the most obvious effect. The largest patches were on his shoulders and along his spine, smooth, glossy, unmistakable and  impossible to ignore. 

Oh. Right. 

The nerves were dulled in those locations, except where the edges became skin again. He felt the pressure and heat of Altani’s hand, but not much more.

Her brow furrowed in thought for but a moment before reverting into a smile, eyes focused wholly on the scales as her hand continued its wandering path. Estinien did not shake her off, not even when his instincts told him to lean away from it like he did all else, to keep his space. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to. He was not a fan of Nidhogg’s marks, though they humbled him and were as much part of him as his pointed ears now.

But to have someone touch them almost--if he didn’t know any better--not just casually, but reverently, was…not unpleasant. He may even go so far as to admit it felt comforting to be touched casually, not a hint of pity or judgment on her face for his past mistakes.

“They’re pretty, you know." Nearly a whisper, Estinien wondered if he'd heard correctly and  blinked. She continued on like an afterthought, as though she hadn't hit him upside the head with such words. "You may not want to hear that or think so, but they contrast nicely with your skin and are a mark of strength and mental fortitude, of what you’ve survived and gone though. You've overcome so much and changed for the better… '' From her soft tone, still nearly murmuring and so unlike her usual boisterous self, Estinien wasn’t sure if Altani was even aware she’d said those words out loud. She seemed mesmerized with continuing her gentle pattern across his scales. 

It must be a mistake, hearing them say that, made his ears burn. 

He knew they found scars to be beautiful, in general. Always had, ever since he met her. Altani appreciated the beauty found in those ugly, aching marks, a telltale sign that someone had gone through hardship and made it through to the other side--whether from a great battle or a simple stumble, it mattered not. It was proof of living, and wasn't that magical? Perhaps her history with the dead gave her this outlook. She'd proudly showed off their own scars and the stories that came with them nearly every time she visited the tavern. She liked knowing others’ stories too, would make up songs that would rival any bard’s spirit if only she could sing on key.

But still, to give that same appreciation to scars such as these, not the stitching back together of flesh, but rather a transformation into something that was not quite elezen and not quite great wyrm--it was different. It shouldn’t have applied. It was too much attention on himself.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide his embarrassment and snap her out of her stupor. 

It worked, and Altani blinked slowly a few times before lifting her gaze away. She gave a sheepish smile and removed their hand (a relief, but part of him wished she would have continued). She seemed perfectly content, as though she had not just called Estinien pretty while petting his bare torso.

Then: “Do you shed?”

Well, that certainly was a turnaround, the whiplash effectively ridding him of that blasted blush that had threatened to travel down his neck as quickly as it arrived. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, that was the silly question I had for you! I have scales, you have scales. I shed, but do you?”

There was the Altani he remembered. Blurting out awkward questions without batting an eye. No tact at all. "Why wouldn't I?" He replied without really answering. 

"They're magical, yeah? You weren't born with them, so I was wondering if they acted more like a permanent glamor or behaved like my own. So. Do you?" 

"Pass."

"Wha--hey! Come on! It's just this would explain why you're even grumpier than usual sometimes." Her grin was smug, knowing, as she leaned in. How irritating. "The itch is terrible, right?"

"Is that supposed to convince me?" The holding back info was payback for her flustering him earlier. Served her right. He really didn't care about her queries, wasn't offended. He was used to it. 

“How about this, then: pretty please, with dried squid on top?”

“Oh, are you offering? If not, then try again.” Using his favorite snack against him was a low blow, but had she had any on herself, they would have already offered it.

“Maybe next time, if you’re good.” She winked. He almost, almost broke at that, but no, he had perfected his cool, unimpressed stare over the course of years, and he would win this (whatever this was).

When he didn’t rise to the bait, she continued. “What about my qualifications, then? I’m an expert at having scales, and all that entails, just so you know. My intuition tells me that you shed.” Even for an au ra, Altani was absolutely covered in them, having more scales than normal for her kind. If anyone could be an ‘expert at having scales’, it was her.

“Oh? Never would have guessed.”

She laughed at that, enjoying his sarcasm. He finally let himself smirk in response.

On and on they bantered, workout routines long forgotten. 

Knowing her, she'd probably offer to peel the dead scales off for him, next time he went through it. A bonding ritual of sorts. She seemed the type to find it satisfying, her expression told him as much the one time their paths had crossed as he’d been caught peeling from sunburn.

Eventually, he'd answer, and maybe then she could offer tips to handle it more gracefully, because yes. He did shed. Of course he did. And it was an awful time when it happened, especially his back. He felt no better than an animal the first time it happened (and each subsequent recurrence, truth be told), rubbing at his back with his spear of all things. From slaying dragons to shedding scales. Oh how far he'd come… 

He would not be opposed to it, if she pushed enough. As ridiculous as it sounded, he nearly looked forward to it. Altani made him a fool like that. 

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #altani #estinien varlineau #no beta we die like louisoix #ffxiv oc #gee wilikers the tonal dissonance in this one lol. silly serious sily #maybe ooc but oh well i'm just having fun #mango writes #altani uses she/they pronouns and i finally remember to change between them for once! she prefers “she/her” but ye. she's nb.