Would you mind talking a bit about your god of Kher morhen jaskier fic??? It sounds incredibly interesting!!!
Whyyyy thank you! Basically the premise is, yâknow, people had tried to protect themselves from monsters after the conjunction and before the creation of the witchers. Sooooo what if one of those ways was human sacrifice?
And what if that didnât work, but left the land a little bit alive with the spirit of the person who was sacrificed?
And what if on that land, years later, they built a keep to train a variant of these newfangled âwitchersâ in?
And what if, after hundreds of years of protecting the boys in that keep, and the inability to stop the sacking, one of the wolves found a young man with bright blue eyes and an eerie familiarity with witchers and Kaer Morhen?
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Godzilla X psychic! reader, can literally understand all the thought and feelings godzilla has, please and thank you!
You sip your drink with loud obnoxiousness, feeling very important. So far, you were the only human that Godzilla seemed to 'listen' to, or even like. But that was only because you could read him better than most. Or so you said. You didn't let them know you had a psychic link to the big guy, allowing you to understand his thoughts and feelings.
Currently, you were on a beach, Godzilla behind you, resting, the General in front of you making some sort of speech about the 'betterment of humanity'.
"What an asshole," you think, pushing the thought to your friend. Godzilla huffs, agreeing with you, scaring the others.
"Tell them I'll go," Godzilla tells you, nudging you with his snout. His form of the kiss you showed him. "Where's he going?" The general whines. "Congrats general!" You say, giving your drink another drawn out annoying slurp, "he's gonna go fight for you, he figured it was the only way to shut you up."
as I did a little summaryish thing in the last ask about this one, YOU get a snippet of actual writing!
It did not take note of every creature that crossed it, uncaring of traveling beings going from one place to another. It realized too late that the large mass of humans were going up into the mountains.
It couldn't stop them.
It couldn't help.
It wept, in the way the land does, silent and aching.
It welcomed many sparks into its embrace that day. Too many. Far, far too many. Only one remained, when the attacking humans left. One of the early ones, one it had cradled during nightmares for years on end. And they came back, slowly, the horribly small number of its remaining wolves.
God of Kaer Morhen peek cuz its just the most beilliant concept??
Iâm not going to explain why on tumblr (gotta save SOME plot twists for the people who... I donât ramble to excessively on discord, lmao), but I definitely spent 4 hours coming up with 2 conlangs for POSSIBLE (not even definite) use in this fic, and if I use them none of it will be directly translated. >:3
The two conlangs arenât based in actual construction on any one language, but I did use the phenomes and shit from Polish and Welsh (respectively) while building them, so in theory they would sound somewhat similar to someone who didnât speak either language.
(in other news, vulgar is an amazing conlang tool if youâre a writer and a linguistic nerd. Definitely check them out.)
Hey i donât me to bother you or anything but is it alright if request one of the titans/Kiju (sp??) S/O becoming a titan/Kiju themselves whether it was be a experiment or something else can up to you sorry again for wasting your time đđ
This is the absolute best use of my time friend. I love this idea, I went hog wild with it, I hope you donât mind.Â
TW: Gore, pain, torture.Â
You donât know how long youâd been locked up, but it didnât matter. You were in such pain, it was all you could think about. The scientist had you chained to a wall, no food, no water, not even a bucket to piss in. Youâre filthy, lost, and wondering how the hell all this happened, when another roll of pain goes through you.Â
You have radiation sickness. Not from being with your Titan lover, oh no, but from the doses the scientists had given you. You caught some of their talk, something about âbeing exposedâ and âyou had the correct DNA sequenceâ. For what you donât know. You just know your organs are failing. All your teeth have since fallen out, you hair along with it. Your bones are brittle, your nails, nothing left. Even your skin has begun to slough off.Â
Then, a new, very much unwelcome sensation rolls through you. All your injection sites begin to itch, aggressively so. You canât keep yourself from scratching. Sobbing, your skin tears away in chunks, yet, you still scratch. Your sobbing becomes harder when you realizeâŠthereâs another layer underneath.
Pain blinds you to the itching, blessed and cursed at the same time. You cry you, barely aware of the warning signals being sent throughout the facility.Â
Some of the scientists know whatâs up, and run for their lives, others freeze, still others come to see you transform. Youâre oblivious to it all.
A new set of teeth erupt from your gums, your skin tears and falls to the ground, claws emerge where there were nails, fur, wet with blood and sinew, pushes itâs way up from your skin. You being to grow. It. Is. Agony. But at least itâs quick. Your bones have to break and rearrange themselves in millions of positions to accommodate your new size. Youâre aware of the building coming down around you, but only vaguely.Â
When everything is done, you simply lie in the sun, basking in itâs glow. It hurts your eyes, but the warmth is welcomed compared to the cold dampness youâd been kept in. Youâre sore, and tremors of pain still wrack your body, but you know with absolute certainty, youâre freeâŠwell, almost.Â
You have may of crushed the building you were in, but you werenât out of the facility that held you. You had to try and escape for good. Despite your still changing form, you get up, roaring with the effort. You crash into buildings, crush people under your newly clawed feet, but you donât care, your brain is telling you to escape as fast as possible.Â
Thatâs when the worst thing imaginable happens. You make such a racket, your previous lover comes to see whatâs going on. You know the Titans well, they donât like competition in their territory, and with how youâd been going on and on, you know for certain that theyâre going to see you as the enemy, This thought hurts you the worst, the one thing you love most in the world is going to kill you because you donât look like you anymore.Â
You give out a pitiful cry, shuddering as you tail now begins to grow. Your love takes it as a threat and begins to rear up for an attack. Youâre utterly exhausted though, and merely collapse, ready to take the blow. This is it, you think. Youâre going to die and youâll never be with them again. Just as well, youâre so, so tired. You want it to end, you have for a long time, just not this way.Â
You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Instead of a killing blow, a huff of air hits you instead. You crack open an eye to look at whatâs going on. Theyâre sniffing you. Your new tail twitches, do you smell the same? Do they recognize you after all? You quell the hope in your heart. It isnât possible, youâre too changed, they simply know youâre submitting to them, thatâs all.Â
Then a tentative lick, followed with a questioning grunt. You answer it weakly, itâs me, you try and tell them, please figure it out, itâs me, itâs me, itâs me. It works. The relief that overcomes you as they give you their normal greeting is unmeasurable. They know itâs you, youâre safe, your protected. For the first time in what feels like forever, your finally, truly free.Â
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Un tout petit petit extrait de ce quâelle a pu produire. Elle a peint de nombreuses fois les falaises du Nouveau Mexique et je nâen ai finalement quâune seule photo.
