#john non

Heckin smol with no shines

- John-non feels for the smol tagliatelli

RIGHT HIS EYES ARE ALREADY LIFELESS AND HNGHNGN CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU THOUGHTS

Ajax comes back different those three days later, quieter and tense and violent. so, so violent. you find him getting into fights every afternoon, wiping blood from scrapes and bruises, crossing his arms and huffing. he pouts as you fuss, muttering something about how "they were insulting you", and you simply sigh and smack your hand lightly on his head. Ajax doesn't even wince, blinking those pretty azure eyes at you, glimmering in your presence. different, yet the same, lighting up and running over to hug you when you cross paths together in the snow. only you he still tackles, still swings your hands together and pulls you onto thick ice to slide around, seemingly returning to the child he once was so long as there's no one else to mock or make fun of you

you've heard his fist connect and crack bone, shattering someone's nose in multiple places now, for jeering at you across the room

he doesn't cry anymore, not like the boy you knew who wept when he smacked his knee too hard. never- except the day before he was sent away. Ajax finds you, eyes filled with tears as he squeezes you tight enough to pop your spine and sobs, tears sliding down his cheeks and pooling in patches on your clothes. you can only hold him close, his fingers curled in your coat as if to take you with him, keep himself from being ripped away and thrown into another icy abyss with only himself and the thing in his head for company. you blink, eyes beading with your own tears as you and your monstrous friend cry in the anguish of parting

"Don't forget me," he begs. "I'm still Ajax. I'm still your friend. Don't forget."

Masktaglia comfort to counter :D

It's been a while now. Weeks, months? Years? Long enough. Your lovely moth has adjusted to the new normal. His sight was affected - how could it not, with the way his eye was split - but he could still manage enough to interact with you, and when necessary protect you. He stays near you, avoiding fights whenever possible but not being afraid to take the initiative for you.

The mask had a hard, blackish purple substance start to appear on the cracked edges at some point. A healing process, you supposed, since on Foul Legacy it was a proper part of him. There would always be clear evidence of what had happened - it was purple, not red, and it wasn't as thick as what was once there, though maybe that would change with time - but it was recovering in some sense, and that was better than nothing. If it at least helped your moth feel better, that was more than enough.

One day, your moth seemed out of it, more than what had become somewhat standard, as if something was bothering him, and you did your best to try and figure out what, but it didn't seem like any of the usual things that you could figure out, and there wasn't much that you could really do to help without knowing, but suddenly he stops. He's shocked, clearly, and then the shock melts away into clear excitement, trills of happiness, relief even. It's confusing beyond belief, especially when he hugs you, until just as spontaneously as the excitement, your moth shifts - to a form you haven't seen in a long time.

He's different. His skin is a bit off - he hasn't been in the sun for a while, his tan is gone - maybe it was bloodless from his death - but the skin isn't rotten, at least as far as you can tell. The wounds you had seen before were still there, but they were closed now, with that same familiar purplish black covering where they were. It feels tough, a bit tougher than scar tissue should be, but it's still skin, *new* skin. His hair is all out of shape, messier, but longer, somehow, even if only slightly. The mask was over his face when he appeared, connected just enough, semi whole, and you couldn't see his expression underneath, but a hand moves it, ever so carefully, and blue eyes met with yours, with a shaky but loving smile.

Your Ajax, back in your arms.

He can't stay present for long - it's maybe ten or so minutes that he's there, before Foul Legacy is back, but somehow, some way, they healed together - or perhaps Foul Legacy healed Ajax - and your boys were one again, even if it took a while.

- John non saw you were down and tried for better things for you

*puts hand on your shoulder* you are forgiven for making me cry the first time

you immediately burst into tears, cradling Ajax's head in your hands and sobbing without hesitation as you almost squeeze the life out of him. almost. your arms loosen just before he chokes, still holding him close and refusing to let go. he shifts, a hand weakly trailing up and down your back as he murmurs. his voice- oh, his voice. it's so hoarse and quiet, ragged from his ordeal. for a split second, you wonder if it will ever recover, ever return to the loud, boisterous tone you know and love. but that's not important. he's here, he's back, he's ALIVE. you hug him closer, hiccupping quietly, and he attempts to soothe you to little avail. he still smiles, even through your cries, knowing that they're of relief rather than anguish, and he feels so familiar and solid beside you, mumbling against your hair and pressing feathery kisses over your cheeks and nose

the tears nearly start again when he shudders, exhaustion pulling at his eyes as his vision begins to darken. but Ajax promises to return, when he can. to hold you again in his arms with a parting mumble of "I love you"

Legacy's wings flutter as Ajax dozes off, exhausted but elated. his chirps are garbled and strained as usual, curling around you and tucking your body firmly against his. he's happy, so happy, the half that was missing firmly slotted back in place. he croons softly, tracing your features with the tips of his claws, memorizing the feel of them under his fingers. he can't see you as well, anymore, not with his eye. so he maps the hills and valleys of your face and expression, tracing them in starry ink. nuzzles against you and inhaling the sweet scent, something of mint and fresh water. he's here. he's not leaving again, not as long as he lives. all he and Ajax want is to stay with you, comfortable and warm and safe. Legacy settles a wing over you, the torn membrane slowly healing over the weeks

- John-non

It is I

John-non

I apologize for my great absence

I have a gift for my misdeeds

The long awaited

Masktaglia angst

(You may have to go back and check the original au's context haha, it's been years, just search masktaglia on your profile)

(Also it's funny that I've apparently rambled to you and explained masktaglia *twice* in my timeline of knowing you lol)

Childe having his mask knocked off of his body in a fight, either purely because he was distracted or because keeping the fight from turning bad was literally all he could do in what time he was afforded. And suddenly his body is gone, it goes limp, because the soul is not there, it's in the mask that's been tossed aside, and now it's *gone*, and Childe is out of range. Not even a chance to switch to Foul Legacy, though he certainly wanted to try.

The body that gets brought back is horrifying enough, because it's *definitely* not in a good state, but you know he's survived bad things, you always have known he can do more than he should, because you know his secret.

No, it's the fact that the mask that's usually there in place is missing, the fact that the one thing that you know *should* be there if he's going to survive isn't, that terrifies you, because when that's gone, that's when you *really* have to worry about your adorable harbinger and your sweet sweet moth. You try to ask the people that brought his body back where it was, but they don't know, so all you can do is ask where they found him, so that you can go after it instead.

You search for hours, over every bit of the area, looking for the small red mask, and you're getting desperate, praying and hoping for this one little chance, for Childe to still be alive, and it finally, *finally* catches your eye, but the state of it is terrible. It's been split in half, jagged and snapped, maybe as if someone knew what they were doing when they tossed it, and it *shatters* your heart, because this is your *only* hope. You have zero chance of seeing him again, now, and yet you still bring it back anyways, because maybe, *maybe*, somehow, he was still in there. *Maybe* he was still ok. You set the two halves on his head, hoping, praying for something, and there is *something*, despite his body being cold, his heart silent. He moves - and he thrashes - and he screams.

The pain of having your soul shattered is not an easy one to describe, and it is much worse to live through. It leaves a wound so much deeper, in a way that may never, ever heal, and Childe could do nothing but *feel* that pain for so long.

Not to mention, he was put back into a body that was *dead.*

At some point, he shifts. It's no longer Childe, it's Foul Legacy, and he's whining, whimpering, shaking so badly. He's in pain, and his face, just like the mask, is cracked, in that same terrible pattern. His *eye* is cracked, too, the beautiful blue that made it up laced with dark fractures, and when it finally, shakily meets with yours, there is confusion, distortion, only half recognition. Something is missing - something is *wrong*. He doesn't feel right, he's in pain and he *hurts* and something. is. wrong.

Childe isn't seen again for a while.

Foul Legacy flickers between bouts of confusion and anguish, and recovery seems near impossible.

i think i've gathered enough evidence to safely say that some of you just like to hurt me emotionally so so much /lh

for context, masktaglia is an AU this lovely anon came up with, the basic premise is that Childe's soul is connected to the mask he wears rather than his physical body and that has Consequences™

you can do nothing but hold Foul Legacy close, trying to infuse as much comfort as you can into the embrace, apologizing over and over and over again. it's your fault- it's all your fault, you should've known the damage was too severe, both to the mask and to the body, but you were too stubborn and now Legacy is suffering because of you and Childe is nowhere to be found- you have to bite your tongue to restrain your tears, focusing on Foul Legacy, confused and in horrible pain. the only thing that eases him seems to be having you close, being in your arms, even as you cry a constant mantra of sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry as you hold him closer, rubbing your thumbs over his trembling claws. you don't dare to touch his face, to brush against the mangled mask, the broken gemstone of an eye- you couldn't bear cause him even more pain

yet he wants you to touch him, wants and needs and pleads to have your hand on his arm, his shoulder, his face- yes, his face. it does hurt, when you trace the jagged crack, but your fingers are so gentle that it feels like he's melting into nothing but stardust, beautiful and free, beneath your touch. you surround him with soft pillows and blankets, silently wondering if Childe will also, someday, return. for a moment, you selfishly hope that he will. then you squash the mere thought under your foot. to bring him back would only cause more pain for Childe and Legacy- as much as it broke your heart, you simply couldn't drag him into a broken, rotten body, especially not with your Abyssal monster, already suffering so much. you can't bring him back. but you can't let him go, either. the matching earring you keep is a testament to that, gleaming dully on the bedside table as you tend to Foul Legacy, letting him sleep fitfully in your lap

There was a Tartaglia thing I saw forever ago where Tartaglia was tossed into Zagreus' position (from Hades the game)

I was trying to find it but I cannot for the life of me

Would you happen to know it, or would you know someone who does

All I remember is Tartaglia, hades au, in zagreus' spot, and it was here on tumblr

- John-non remembered something hyperspecific and can't find it

- John-non formats this as if it’s an actual order

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Mint tea is one of my favorite blends- delightful and refreshing, it's sure to pair well with a delicate almond float!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Transformative AU Scenario featuring Xiao

Hurt/Comfort

Transformative AU- An AU where the Abyss overwhelms you and turns you into something much like Childe’s Foul Legacy

Warnings for pain, allusions to dizziness, crying, panic, blood, injuries, fear

~ * ~

- John-non isn’t sure they’re remembered but loves you dearly

IT IS I

JOHN-NON

I AM BACK

I have been gone a long time

But seelie FL Childe has awoken something in me

Because you MUST know the lore of the seelies

The seelies were once a powerful face, but their forms withered and their memories were lost for one very distinct reason

They had been cursed at birth to lose their forms if they ever fell in love with a human

I’m sure you can do something fun with that and Childe

(Now that I exist again, I can commit Masktaglia angst for you and actually do it)

- John-non