#all i want is the hexa

[theskytraveler]

Hey, mutuals, could you tell I'm Brazilian?

#world cup #qatar 2022 #every world cup i am dominated by the spirit of football #all i want is the hexa #and to make canarinho pistola happy #let's go

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can we get Muzan and Kokushibo discussing Muzan's very menacing bratty spoiled, daughter's behavior towards other demons with Muzan defending her every action and seeing nothing wrong with her behavior (while she torment's Douma and Hantengu in the background?)

I think it would be hilarious, thank you for considering my ask<3~

Aaaa! That’s actually really cute in a weird way! I like this idea a lot, thank you, love!

Kibutsuji Muzan- True Angel

“Lord Muzan…” Kokushibo asked softly, sat on his knees in a respectful manner as Muzan turned to his top Upper Moon and frowned slightly, annoyed as he had another duty to finish. What does he want? Muzan raises his hand without so much as a word, as a non-verbal sign that the six-eyed man can speak freely. “Lord Muzan… you need to… talk to the… young Lady” Kokushibo was planning to explain to his rather unforgiving Master about his concerns over his very menacing, spoiled, bratty daughter’s behaviours towards all the other Upper Moons

“What about my daughter, Kokushibo? I dare you to try tell me my daughter isn’t perfect” Muzan barked coldly, the second his servant mentioned his beloved daughter. How dare he think he could try tell him how to parent his daughter! Those harsh words he spat out couldn’t cut down Kokushibo’s confidence as the demon samurai muscled out a response in very little time, he was barely intimidated by his own Master. He needed to get his point across, the Upper Moons are continuously tortured by you, Muzan’s precious daughter

“I’m not… suggesting that… I just… need you to know… about what she… does to us” Muzan titled his head, displeased and annoyed but since he favoured the brother of his worst enemy severely, he was willing to hear him out. But whatever he may say will be such bullshit, he can already tell. “Okay. What is the problem, Kokushibo. Tell me” The blood reds glared, unreasonable traces of anger already rising. To him, anybody merely mentioning his daughter in a negative light is insulting her and he wouldn’t let any breathing being insult his precious love

“Have you seen… how she… treats us?” Muzan’s stroked eyebrow rose in confusion as he shakes his head no, arms crossed over his chest. What could you possibly do to the five demons coursing with his blood, a lone Hashira could not stand a chance against them. “She attacks us constantly…” Kokushibo remarked in his signature low voice, causing Muzan to be thrown back internally. Shock overflowing him, that claim is just ridiculous

“Attacks you? That’s nonsense” Muzan answered firmly and still deep in disbelief, sitting down before Kokushibo after a few seconds of thought, to meet with his hexa-eyes. Kokushibo shakes his head slowly in response without a word, his hands still curled up and laid in his lap, Muzan simply didn’t believe that his perfect princess pulls mischief and causes chaos behind his back. “She does… she treats Hantengu like… a scratching… post and treats Akaza… like a punching bag” As the two built men spoke in a rather passive-aggressive and firm aura

You laughed mischievously under her breath, your blood red eyes glaring hatefully at the whimpering, whining Upper Moon 4 laying on the floor beneath you as you raised your claws up to be seen by him. Hantengu cried out as you swiped at his face with a delighted grunt each time, blood staining your claws. The surrounding Upper Moons all reacted differently to you targeting one of their fellow Moons, most wanted to get away

Gyokko immediately dropped into the safety of his ceramic pot at the mere sight of you, as Akaza flinched in horror at you, shuffling to the edge of the many block-like building’s roof whilst Douma chuckled at you and your mericless attacking on the poor Hantengu, slowly faning his face with his golden fan. None of the Upper Moons knew Kokushibo was trying to convince their Master that his daughter is unnecessarily attacking them, since she can totally get away with doing whatever she wants

“Are you sure she isn’t playing with them? Dokusha has different ways to play, then most kids” Muzan barked in a meaningful, honest response as he didn’t bother to move, completely interested in hearing all his Upper Moon 1’s arguments over you and your supposedly despicable behaviour to anybody, other than him. But he truly couldn’t seen what the problem is, you are harmless. None of the Upper Moons should be cowering at you, this concept sounds like delusion to him

“No… playing isn’t striking until… we bleed…” “It sounds more like you’re all too weak to handle playing with a child who has claws” “Master… She doesn’t play with… us, she hurts us” “What is the problem with her being able to hone her skills? I don’t get the problem, Kokushibo”

As the argument grew up and the voices rose, you leaped at Douma once you were done with the bleeding and pathetically sobbing Hantengu. Snatching his luxurious fan from his hand whilst you pinned him down as he chuckles at you, not even flinching at you stabbing it right though his eye. Your malicious grin spread as you purposefully twisted the impaled item in the Upper Moon 2’s socket, hoping he’d respond in any form. Their torment was your pleasure, but you hissed annoyed when Douma laughed louder and lifted a hand to pat your hair

He isn’t in pain?! How dare he mock you! You always get what you want and you want him to fear you! You hissed outloud, stamping on the fan as you kneed his stomach firmly. The closed fan dug deeper into his skill and spit out more of his disgusting red blood onto the cloor. Hantengu whimpered, shying into the nearby corner as his wounds healed whilst Akaza avoided watching the scene only a few metres besides him, trying his best to not intervene

If he were to try stop you, Muzan would have his head in a instant…

Muzan, on the other end of the gigantic marvellous open arena, didn’t even notice the way you attacked his Upper Moons as he continued to push back on every piece of evidence of your cruel bratty behaviour towards his loyal soldiers, presented by the most trustworthy man he has. Kokushibo didn’t want to give up, believing he had the most chance to convince his Master into trusting his every word he spoke about you. Muzan truly didn’t want to take his top’s remarks and he was tempted to ignore the concerns. Since his precious baby is a angel…

Why would she hurt anybody?

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #short story #kny upper moons #kibutsuji muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer muzan #kny muzan #muzan x reader #muzan jackson #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan fluff #muzan short story #papa muzan #kokushibo #douma #hantengu #kibutsuji kny #kny fluff #demon slayer fluff #fluff #fluff imagines

[l-crimson-l]

I'd love to get into girlpla, I'm just a bit too broke to afford any kits; however, if you'd like to talk about it as a whole, I'd be more than happy to hear.

So…let me try this again. I had a whole nice post written up and I swapped off for a moment to check something and I completely lost the post.

Mecha Musume has a pretty long history that I’m not going to go into but here’s a little video if you’re interested.

Now when most people think of Mecha Musume there’s basically one standout line above them all: Frame Arms Girl.

This line is a bit old now but its popularity has set the aesthetic style for the market as it stands now. The build of these are…ok. Kotobukiya was definitely learning with these kits but they’re still solid at the end of it.

Now if you’re like me you’re not too much a fan of the pantsu out look, and other kits in the line don’t exactly do anything to mitigate that feeling (looking at you Durga I).

The next line Koto would release would be better at this tho. The Megami Device line features all original designs as well as collabs from new and old mecha musume brands alike.

First thing off the bat this is that they’re pricey. At an average cost of $70 you’re basically buying a Bandai MG gunpla. That said, they all typically come with a bunch of option parts. These are usually in the form of unarmored limbs, different chest pieces, face plates (with water slides to make your own) and extra connectors to help with kitbashing. Koto also has released option body segments to let you swap any part of the body you might want to if the right option isn’t available in the box (~$12). It should be noted the newest kits in this line have brought the price down to $50 as well as reengineered the build to add a lot more articulation and pose-ability.

Also in this lines favor is the articulation and build quality. You’re going to get a nice range of motion with or without armor and some of the smaller details also sometimes come pre painted.

That said Kotobukiya is a company that favors more complex character design over an Out Of Box experience so there’s some smaller details that are etched into the kit but unless your paints them won’t be color correct. I would say this is pretty common across most Koto lines.

Both the FAgirls and Megami Device are scaled at 1/12 so Little Armory guns and the whole market of 3rd party accessories will work with these kits.

Next up is Koto’s Sousai Shoujo Teien which is simple girls as plastic models

A little cheaper and at 1/10 scale instead of 1/12. I’ve not built any but I do know they can bash with Megami Device and Hexa Gear lines just fine. If you take a peek at the JP girpla community there’s actually a niche but healthy group dedicated to taking nice photos of their kits dressed up in everyday scenarios.

Finally the newest line of Koto girl kits is the Arcanadea line.

Purely in a fantasy take these are Incredible kits. I’ve only built one (Lumitea) but it was far and away a much better build experience than the FAgirl kits. These are actually designed by a vtuber artist iirc which is why the designs are so different than other Koto kit lines. If you have the cash and want to try something different I would highly recommend.

Now finally we get to Bandai. After learning from their failures with the Hg Build Fighters girls they went back and designed something solid and what got me into mecha musume: 30 Minute Sisters

Right off the bat with an average price of around $30 the barrier to entry is much easier. While not as refined as the Megami Device line, these simple kits cram in a lot for the price. You’ll get an armored and unarmored form, as well as face plates. However the biggest selling point is How Damn Easy they are to bash. Being apart of the 30M line means they’re completely compatible with the 30MM line of mechs. Which also means all of those extra weapon and armor sets transfer over for the most part. And that’s not even talking about the dedicated 30MS option sets like hair parts, body parts, etc.

This is a Very beginner friendly line of kits and the place I would suggest most people starting if they’re looking to get into mecha musume.

This example I think uses about 5 different kits to build and I don’t believe any serious modifications were needed.

Another Bandai line to mention is the Standard Figurise line which you’ll be familiar with if you’ve picked up the Sulletta, Miorine or ChuChu kits. Typically pretty solid kits (uma musume excluded, only get the 30ms version of that one) they usually include characters from a variety of different shows. These are still of course bash-able but not without modification.

With the explosion of popularity with these kits means we have even more companies now joining in the race. ATK and MS General have a bunch of kits to offer and we see new companies pop up some really sick looking kits (see tgat Galahad)

We even have Plamax giving us the really cool looking GODZ ORDER kits and soon character kits from Blue Archive, Konosuba and others.

For these smaller/third party companies I would suggest doing plenty of research before buying one. The ATK kit that I made was Especially frustrating and required a lot of extra work to make parts fit right or to clean them up so they fit at all. Not to mention the extra detail work required to really make them look like the box example. Just do your homework.

I hope this helps!! It’s a growing market so there’s always more kits being announced. This should have covered the majority of kits out there but IMPORTANT! Check sites like AmiAmi for sales or resales on kits. You can sometimes find an unbuilt kit that retails at $70 going for $30.

USAGS will regularly get Koto kits in and new releases but by no means believe them when they say a kit is USAGS exclusive. Remember to check HLJ as well. Let me know if you have any other questions and I’ll do my best to answer them!!

#whew #losing this the first time wasn’t fun #but I also really like my mecha musume #so #meh #thanks for the ask! #transfaust #mecha musume #girpla #megami device #frame arms girl #30 minutes sisters #30ms #sousai shoujo tried #arcanadea #atk girl #Ms general

[obesericewrites]

Imagine MCs mouse taking the ROs engagement ring right before they propose to MC😂🐭

Did Mr. Jaha enlist the mouses help with S’s ring?

I love ALL THESE ASKS 💜

When the malicious mouse flees from them, M nearly pulls the walls apart. The mouse screamed tauntingly at them, and they mistakenly believed they had an understanding with it. “Put. It. Down.” They snarl as they approach the mouse slowly. He briefly circles around in front of them before bursting into a space just beyond their reach. “Damn it.” M does get the ring back. After a few hours and some bribing.

As a mouse snatching a ring wouldn't typically worry most people, S hadn't taken Jahas threat seriously. They ought to have known better. “Drop it, or gods help me!” S snarls, looking down at the mouse while wielding a fairly hefty knife. He simply stares at them before sprinting into a nearby hole, screaming when their knife barely grazes them. “Bastard!” They are hammering at the wall as S thunders and tosses a few hexas through the gap. The only way S gets the ring back is to ask Jaha, who has it in his hand and the mouse on his shoulder.

B was aware that they always had a deep-seated animosity for this mouse. Their rage started to build as they observed the mouse holding their ring in his hands. “I'll give you as much cheese as you want if you drop the ring.” They say, with a fake grin, that was sharp as razor blades. The mouse tilts his head before it seems to scoff at them and run off, B nearly screams. They get the ring back when their mothers come in and put out a safe mouse trap.

#s ask #m ask #ro ask #b ask #mr jaha ask

[gremoria411]

The poor decisions don’t stop, since I decided to start Gundam Ibo Urdr Hunt while watching 0079. (Though realistically, it seems I’ll just end up putting 0079 on the back burner for a bit). This was motivated by Four Factors:

The announcement that they’re actually going to do something with the series going forward (I’m *hoping* for a full series or compilation movie, but I can’t guess at how practical that’d be, since I don’t know what the series is like yet). Regardless, I felt I should at least watch the series so I have an opinion on it. EDIT: I’m betting a compilation movie, there’s a lot of reused animation, and a lot of the parts lacking animation are conversations.

I already bought the model kits of both the Marchosias and the Asmoday purely on the strength of their designs, and I kinda want to decide if the Hajiroboshi or Cyclase’s Schwalbe Graze are similarly worthwhile (I’m slowly coming around to the Graze), since now’s probably the best time to go for them.

I kinda really want to know what’s going on with Cyclase Mayer. I really liked Mcgillis, and so I’m interested in seeing what a similarly designed character is going to be like in Post Disaster (plus, he’s a serious-faced man in a business suit, so he’s probably going to be fun to watch just from a broader perspective, given what characters in this universe typically have to deal with).

I haven’t actually been that excited about it, which annoys me. Maybe I didn’t see much hype, maybe it’s too close to Witch from Mercury/ the SEED Movie, or maybe I’d just gotten a little too settled in Post Disaster

Also, I just watched the opening for the first time and feel like I should jot something down;

Do each of the rings come with a maid? And Cyclase has two of them? Is he just trying to put a maid household together by collecting all the rings?….…….is this a Gundam harem anime? (I mean I know they’ve been trying to diversify lately, but still….)

Obviously it isn’t, but the thought did briefly cross my mind as I watched the opening.

*the following contains spoilers for the first four episodes of Gundam Ibo: Urdr Hunt*

I’ve watched the first four episodes, as of writing, so I’m just going to jot down a few thoughts;

I like how each of the maids is shown to be different in personality. Berose’s so obviously unhappy with her posting and Parstai actively manipulates things to get a better owner for the Urdr hunt ring (granted it didn’t take much). And then Korunaru’s just cheery by comparison.

I kinda expected the Zan Brothers to be a comedy side-act - a duo of bumblers pursuing the Urdr hunt, based on their aesthetics (very flashy). As such, Rome murdering a human debris for failure and Aiko barely concealing his hostility toward his idiot brother were both very surprising, and a welcome addition.

I didn’t expect I’d like Range’s suit, the Enzo, as much as I did. It feels like someone took the Hexa Frame used by the Hugo and made an actually solid mobile suit out of it - Range loses because he’s outclassed, not because the design is lacking in any particular way. It’s balanced, well armed and has a neat aesthetic. Good job guys.

Similarly, I really like the design of the Monkey Rodi’s. So sleek.

Alright, so I’m assuming the Chairman of the Board for the Omden Colony Company is Torrado Omden? Regardless, absolute peak character design. Man looks like an overgrown toddler and I hate him for it. It really sells him throwing away resources and lives on this thing as…… sorta casually despicable? Like it’s a bad financial quarter?

Overall, I’m really enjoying it. But I do have two criticisms I want to note at this juncture. Though I’m reasonably certain that it gets addressed later, Wistario Afram (is it Afram or Afam? I think it’s Afam, but Afram just rolls off the tongue better) is just kind of the least interesting of the Urdr Hunt participants we’ve seen so far. Like, he wants to use the money to rebuild the Venus Colony into a major tourist attraction. That’s a solid, achievable goal, and the way he talks and acts makes me feel like it’s less about “can he do it” and more about “how will he do it”. I don’t mind that angle, but it’s very different from everyone else around him. Range is trapped working for a company that will cut him off for any perceived failure, and he’s grappling with the fact that it’s not the solution he thought it would be and that he’s got more in common with Afam than his employers. It’s a good angle, as he slowly re-examines what his place in the world, and the crushing pressure exerted by both the Colony Company - a very powerful organisation, as evidenced by the fact that they consider the grand prize of Urdr hunt to be pocket change; and that exerted by the Hajiroboshi itself, a Gundam from the Calamity War. Meanwhile, 598 is enamoured with the idea of becoming like Tekkadan, showing the far-reaching influence they have, however, he’s forced to re-evaluate his own actions and who they’re truly for - in doing so, he can realise who his enemies are and actually take steps to free himself from their control, and from there take’s the first step to becoming like his idols in Tekkadan. They’re both very compelling characters, and it’s just unfortunate that Wistario can’t seem to eclipse that. It could be that we were just told how bad the situation is in Venus, rather than shown - a few shots of the prison’s might have helped, or showing how they affect the populace.

That said, now that I come to write this all down, both of their origins are somewhat similar to Tekkadan (598’s for obvious reasons) - it’s possible that I’m only rating them as highly as I am due to the familiar elements. With that in mind, it is possible that Wistario may offer a fresher perspective on the world of Post Disaster.

My second criticism is one I’ve mention before, regarding Noisy Fairy; Don’t call someone “character A” it’s stupid, because the message it sends to me is “this person isn’t worth caring about”. If a character is worth caring about, they’re always called “mysterious girl” or “???”, so “Girl B”, “Mercenary A” and “Board Member C” are just worthless. Does it cost more to give them names? Do named characters denote different rates for their voice actors or something? It’s just really immersion-breaking, because it creates the sense that named characters are the only ones that matter.

(Also Radonitsa Colony being essentially a prison colony is great, because it roughly parallels the real- life British Empire’s treatment of Australia, though granted without any natives).

#gundam #ramblings #gundam ibo #Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans #Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Urdr Hunt #Wistario Afram #Range Dubrisko #598 #Enzo #Monkey Rodi

[boreal-sea]

WordPress themes that are Tumblr-like

Ok, so you've decided to make a WordPress blog. Now you've got to decide how to theme it, and there are a LOT of choices. Unfortunately, a lot of them will shorten your posts and force them to be read-mores. Others will just use photo thumbnails, or just the titles of the posts. If that's your thing, great! There are a ton of choices out there.

But for those of us who want our WordPress blog to look like... a blog... I've gone through ALL of the blog-themed Free Themes, and I've compiled them into a master post right here. None of these blogs will cut off your posts or hide images or do weird things like that. The colors are customizable, the reblog buttons show up, tags show up, it's just so nice. You can do sticky posts! You can add widgets and really customize your blog super easily, all for free.

(If you see little blue circle icons in some of these images, ignore those - those only show up when you are previewing a theme)

In order of best to worst, in my opinion:

#1: Independent Publisher 2

I'm using their example screenshot for this to really showcase how nice this looks; you can change the colors and add side panels like in Wilson and it has extra controls for how the blog posts appear. It's very nice. The only reason I'm using Wilson instead is that I like how the sidebar in Wilson stands out a little bit.

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#2: Wilson

I love this theme. Simple, clean. I like that it has a side bar to add the widgets to built in. I added a search bar, as you can see. The only thing is, it DOESN'T show the tags on your posts, or reblog buttons. Other than that, it's perfect. But for those flaws, it gets second place.

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#3: Libre 2

This layout does different things if you include a header image. Colors are customizable etc.

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#4: Hexa

The Hexa theme is fun. It can do everything Wilson can do.

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#5: Twenty Sixteen

This is a nice clean blog with great sidebar content, if you like your sidebar on the right instead of the left.

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#6: Scrawl

This one has a nifty sidebar menu that pops out when you click on it.

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#7: Franklin

I like this one, it's simple and does what it needs to do without wasted space. This one comes with a huge banner you can turn off to make it usable.

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#8: Sobe

This one is really cute. Same customization as the others, with some cute icons. A bit of wasted space in the header, imo.

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#9: Tonal

Another highly customizable theme. Comes with all the same stuff, I just don't like it as much aesthetically.

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#10: Hew

This one is low on the list because it has a lot of wasted space, in my opinion. Still usable though.

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And that's it - the top 10 best Tumblr-like WordPress themes!

#tumblr #wordpress

[r7iverett]

Silly Introduction Post!!

HELLO, HELLO!! I’d appreciate if you read this before interacting with me! It contains a lot of info about me, including names, my DNI list, interests, important info and more!

But before that, OC asks!! (Make sure to say it’s an OC ask btw, and to which OC the ask is for!!! ^_^)

* Fay — Open * Cayleb — Open * Chip — Open * Devin — Open * Hex / Hexa — Open

OC personalities (or just a chunk of info about em) here!!

[ Last updated: Sept 22 ]

All info provided under the cut!

My name is Mist, but there’s plenty of nicknames you can call me! Some of these nicknames are:

MP3

MP3 Player

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Mist.JPEG (as well as .PNG & .MP3)

(This is bound to be updated at some point!!)

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Important Information / Some Keep-in-minds!

I am a MINOR! Please take note of this when interacting with me!

I think I have ADHD and anger / emotion management issues, but I can’t be sure.

I get a lot angrier a lot faster than others (which is why I think I have some form of anger management issues.).

Please respect my boundaries. Don’t call me by my irl name online, don’t call me things like “mommy” or “mom”, joke or not, and just be respectful in the first place.

I listen to a lot of songs / music that aren’t in English, in which some have disturbing meanings. If I’m recommending music to you, please tell me if you don’t want any disturbing songs.

I curse!!!

This isn’t actually my first account. My old (and currently inactive) account’s user is @m1st-ig. Any info there is most likely outdated. I can’t log back into that account because the email got suspended.

I change my account theme and pfp very often, as I cannot settle on one theme / pfp Imao.

I use tone tags (/j, /hj, /srs, /pos, etc)

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DNI / DO NOT INTERACT LIST

Please DNI / Do Not Interact if you:

Are under basic DNI / Do Not Interact lists (Homo/transphobia, racist, pedophilic, com/proshipper, xenophobic, sexist, etc)

Are a TERF (trans-exclusionary radical feminist)

Support a problematic person / people ((Examples of this are Groink (Made a racist face and supported Taylor’s apology despite being white / not a person of color [correct me if I’m wrong on this please.]), Gery (Pedophile), or literally any other problematic creator.))

Are ableist (discriminate people for mental or physical disabilities) or support ableists

Are a NSFW (Not safe for work) blog

Enforce / project your religion strongly on others

(I will update my DNI / Do Not Interact list if I feel the need to.)

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Interests / Hyper-fixations!

I am interested in various things! These things, not in any particular order, are:

Object Shows

Just Shapes & Beats

The Pink Corruption

Vocaloid Music (In more specific terms, I love song producers like R.I.P. (Really Introverted Producer, Ghost N’ Pals, Vane Lily, MARETU and more!)

PikuNiku

Music in General

And probably more, but I can’t think of them right now :P

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Tags

Mist’s Art [For my art posts]

Mist’s Ask Responses [Responses to asks]

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Fan-art and Ask Boundaries

Now, I don’t mind if you make some fan-art of any published sona / oc I make or give me an ask, but I have boundaries.

Fan-art Boundaries

Do not, by any circumstances, make nsfw art of my sonas. I am a minor. My sonas represent me.

I’d rather you not make nsfw (not safe for work) of my ocs, but if you do, do NOT by ANY MEANS send it to me / tag me in it. It’s a good way to get blocked.

If you make sfw (safe for work) art, please please PLEASE tag me in it!!! I would love to see your fan-art! If you don’t tag me in it or anything, just credit me for the oc / sona, please!!

Ask Boundaries

Do not ask me anything dealing with nsfw.

Please feel free to ask me about my ocs or art.

Be civil, please.

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Random, Extra or Otherwise Unrelated Information

My favorite colors as of now are green, blue and pink!

PikuNiku (as seen in my interests) is my favorite game other than Roblox!

My Roblox user is “TheGreenMist2021”, and my display may change a little every once in a while.

I’m a big ol Suitcase (II) and, to be honest, Iris (TPC) fan!!! :3

I have a lot of ocs, unused, side ocs, concepts or used. There’s a lot of em.

extra silly stuffs (userboxes!!! Feel free to take for your own account and credits to all who made these!!! [also ignore the fact that they’re so big, I copy pasted em :P]) :3

Aaaand that should be it! Thanks for reading!

#introductory post #Intro post

[cozones-hellhole]

Headcanons you say?? 👀

OKAY SO.

I planned on drawing them out BUT I am an idiot and forgot that I can't draw when I force myself and I now have burnout, deeply apologize

With that said, here's some of my TOH headcanons(Collector and King specific)

In my hc the Collector has extremely bad attachment issues from their trauma caused by Phillip, because of this they often go most places with King, though they are making progress with this. Their current record of time without having a breakdown alone is 15 minutes.

The Collector is the type of kid to doodle drawings with sun's on the wall but instead of normal kids in the drawings it's burning witches and murder of demons since it's all that Phillip taught them.

They originally got the idea to give King his own pajamas because one day they put their hat on King to put a bandaid on then looked at King and thought it was perfect.

On that note they are boo boo buddies.

King taught the Collector what Hexas Hold em' is and now they have an army of Hexas Hold em' cards in their dresser drawers.

When the Collector is stressed out they grip on their hat, since King is around them so often he also has grown to have this habit.

King, Jean Luc, and the Collector play Club Penguin(what do you mean the servers shut down? The star child says otherwise)

If François gets damaged the Collector will spend their time fixing him since they know how much it matters to King.

They have friendship bracelets that each have one part of a mini version of the Tablet they were trapped in.

King sits on the Collector's head while watching DanTDM on their iPad.

I think that's the best way I can end off these headcanons for now, but if you want more let me know!! I have a LOT of theories and stuff about these characters I'd love to share! Along with a villain Collector au, but that's gonna take a bit because I will DEFINITELY draw stuff for that if more people want it.

Also all of these are completely platonic please don't tag as ship I will fight you in a Dennys parking lot.

#the owl house #toh #toh king #king toh #toh the collector #the collector toh #enzo gabriel #toh headcanons #toh hcs #I love rambling about these by the way if people want me to talk about headcanons or aus then I will gladly do so #platinum bones #I will never get over how much that sounds like a rock band Im sorry

[belnex]

What I think I know about Quantum Mechanics in relation to Quantum Computing.

This will mainly be going off the top of my head because this is my current hyper fixation. I find it endlessly fascinating and seeing how you can break the veil of abstract and real and where you can in some instances literally see the effects. So what the shit does this have to do with computers. Classical computers use bits to do literally any function within any computer. It is a binary system 0 and 1 . On or Off. Once you get the hang of it you can write entire sentences in just binary, then convert that string into hexa-decimal binary to send a coded message that says "Poopy fart shit". Put that hexadecimal code into a .txt file and transfer it onto a floppy disk and hide in under the sys admins coffee mug, coaster style. Well Quantum Computers use a qubit. I am going to butcher whatever the fuck goes on with these so here is a definition from the internet. They are used to measure probability and calculate that within the infinity that lies between 0 and 1. "In quantum computing, a qubit (/ˈkjuːbɪt/) or quantum bit is a BASIC unit of quantum information—the quantum version of the classic binary bit physically realized with a two-state device. A qubit is a two-state (or two-level) quantum-mechanical system, one of the SIMPLIST quantum systems displaying the peculiarity of quantum mechanics."

Okay, my brain already hurts so fuck you I am done reading. Valid. You don't have to ingest or comprehend any of this long term. I just need to put it down somewhere. So for those along for the ride, lets a go! Okay to understand any of this we start with a classical bit. 0 or 1 . On or Off. When the logic of a program, for example Super Mario Bros. Within the games code there are variables or states a games code can be in. While the game is in various states like the Pause menu or the Start menu or the actual game. The NES and the game cartridge are running all of there pre-determined moves, music, and animation. There is one crucial understanding to all of this. While any computer is running it is WAITING for a binary input to interact with it. Computers WAIT for input both in classical and quantum. Each keystroke is sending one cycle 0 -> 1 then compounds and is translated by every component between the physical key switches and the html I am writing this on. This is all to state very abstractly that Classical Computing isn't simple, but it requires a circuit like understanding. If we are gonna talk quantum shit we gotta get some things cleared up. I am not an expert. Please prove me wrong if I say something incorrect. I am learning and trying to grasp these ideas. I appreciate you. Quantum Mechanics Time: No scary equations here, yet... However I want to clear up the stigma of the spooky math symbols. Everything has a definition and a rule set. What makes something quantum? A "something" is quantum if it can exist in what is called a superposition. That means being able to exist in two arbitrary positions in space at once, but only if it hasn't been measured. Once measured a quantum system or wave function collapses to a single point or in the case of a qubit state 0 or state 1. Woah I thought you said qubits are different I see a 0 AND a 1. Keen eye there sport! Keeping you on your toes. You see the magic happens behind the curtain. NOBODY SEE'S THE WIZARD you see? Before the wave function is collapsed/Qubit Measured the qubit did some funny business inside of the quantum computer. We gotta start from the very beginning so bear with me. Just like classical computers quantum computers wait for inputs to change states on the bit or qubit. So what causes the qubit to do the magic? Entanglement. When two qubits become entangled. No matter how far physically they are from each other. If you collapse the wave function of one the other immediately collapses as well. Not at the speed of light. INSTANTLY! This is done algebraically. You marry the two wave functions with math so if you change or measure one the change in immediate in the other. How does this work exactly? When you entangle 2 qubits you create a new wave function. This is due to the no-cloning rule of wave-functions. No wave functions can exist more than once. This is why we use complex numbers, you need the infinite obscurity as leverage. Once you can mathematically prove 1 measurement equals 2 queries. That means 2 is 4 and 3 is 9 and 4 is 16. Exponential. Next time on Quantum Computing. Bra-Ket Notation, and Matrix shenanigans.

#science #quantum computing #quantum theory #quantum mechanics

[hydrocarbon-extractor]

semi-important stuff & methodology

read if you want

or don't

also a cool list of everything found so far...

forenote:

unfortunately, not all posts can produce a hydrocarbon upon analysis. this can be for many reasons. the most frequent, however, is an odd number of hydrogen (h) atoms¹, so if your post/ask doesn't get a response, this may be why.

i also try to avoid longer posts as there are so many combinations possible that many are unstable or just not documented.

others may have multiple possible structures. i try to minimise complexity (again, for readability), so multiple structures will only be shown for posts containing 6 or fewer carbon atoms.

this is also where i stop caring about set completion (see list at end).

methodology:

first, a post is stripped of all letters other than 'c' and 'h', leaving punctuation and emojis for clarity.

secondly, points in the post that must remain constant are located (ie, a CH3 group at the start/end), then i work forwards/backwards from there.

as far as i am concerned, any adjacent hydrogens are fair game (ie, ethene could be expressed as hchhch, chhhhc, hhcchh... but not cchhhh), so they are matched up with carbons to maintain 4 bonds per C atom.

most hydrocarbons have a cyclic isomer, too; so if it has one that is accessible from the post, i will usually include it. sometimes i can only make the cyclic isomer, so the linear one is excluded.

there may also be multiple linear/cyclic isomers, so as stated prior, these will only be included if there are less than or equal to 6 carbon atoms.

lastly, it is double-checked against online databases to ensure it does indeed exist, and i am not stupid (spoiler, i am).

1: while i am aware radical and ionic substances fit this description, this is a dumb gimmick blog, and i am trying to maintain as much readability for the average reader as possible.

end of technical bit

despite this blog being a parody of the usa in many ways, it does not share several of the various governments' opinions, and is intended to be a safe space for *all* people.

as for my pronouns, i personally don't mind what you use. however, please respect others' as they may feel differently.

list of previously identified hydrocarbons by number of carbons, molar mass, and bond complexity²:

C₀ 1/1 ☆

002 - dihydrogen

C₁ 1/1 ☆

016 - methane

C₂ 3/3 ☆

026 - ethyne

028 - ethene

030 - ethane

C₃ 7/8

038 - cyclopropadiene

038 -

040 - propadiene

040 - propyne

040 - cyclopropene

042 - propene

042 - cyclopropane

044 - propane

052 - butatriene

C₄ 6/

050 -

052 - cyclobutyne

054 - buta-1,2-diene

054 - buta-1,3-diene

054 - cyclobutene

064 - pentatetraene

056 - cyclobutane

058 -

C₅ 3/

066 - penta-1,2,4-triene

076 - cyclohexa-1,2,3,4-tetraene

066 - cyclopenta-1,2-diene

072 -

C₆ 4/

074 -

080 - hexa-1,2,5-triene

080 - cyclohexa-1,4-diene

086 - hexane

C₇ 1/

092 - cyclohepta-1-ene-3-yne

C₈ 0/

C₉ 0/

C₁₀ 0/

C₁₁ 0/

C₁₂ 2/

166 - dodeca-2,4-diene

166 - cyclododecene

2: all masses are to the nearest integer value, colour coded by number of carbon atoms.

only non-ionic, non-radical hydrocarbons (and dihydrogen because it's funny) are included in sets. complete sets (6 carbons and below) labelled with a star ☆.

only compounds i have been able to locate in databases are included.

[house-of-slayterr]

Shed Your Scales:

I rolled my shoulders trying to release the tension that built up throughout the day. It was exam season. The most important time of the year. I spent every waking moments scanning over my notes and rereading the textbooks.

My discretion had to perfect. Not a single word out of place, no grammatical errors. The margins were flawless and the font perfection. Not a single thing could be out of line. I rolled the red pen between my lips, marking up my printed copy so I could edit any errors I discovered.

“You’re doing that thing again.” A voice spoke.

I turned to see Peter in the door way. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. It was half past noon. I rolled my eyes.

“That thing? Wow, such a way with words Parker.”

“Put the pen down L/N. You do realise the worlds not going to end if you take a break.”

“And the world will go one without you if you don’t study.”

“Ouch.”

I chuckled. Tensing my back again. A hand fell on my shoulder.

“Seriously, you’re going to pull a muscle at this rate. Take a breather.”

When I didn’t budge, his hand pulled at my shoulder, forcing my spiny chair to turn.

“I’ll peer review your stupid paper ok? Just come get lunch!”

“My papers not stupid Peter, this could make or break my academic career. Without this all my hard work will be for nothing.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just there’s more to life than school. I don’t think you’ve left this room all week”

He sniffed the air.

“Have you even showered?” He joked.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Of course I have!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Peter I will leave this room if not only just to kick your ass!”

“Oh you wanna go?”

He started riling you up. You stood up from your chair glaring at the mischievous boy.

“If it gets you off my ass Parker.”

He smirked. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your dorm room down to the common area. It was quite a large campus, and the cafeteria had no shortage of food options. But right now you really just wanted a half decent late.

“Pick your poison, I’m buying.” He said.

“We’ll in that case I’ll get one fo everything.” I joked.

He playfully pushed my arm.

“Alright, Alright. Im vanilla latte and some fries.”

“The meal of champions!” He joked.

“Leave me be, you practically live on pizza rolls and deli sandwiches.”

“What’s wrong with deli?”

“Salami smells like wet feet” I scrunched my nose.

“You been smelling Harry’s feet again?”

“I literally hate you.” I laughed.

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you love”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive with our my subpar New York french fries?”

I sat at the table and waited for him to grab food. I couldn’t help but chew on the pad of my thumb. A nervous habit I never grew out of. Something I noted I got from my father. Peter sat down across from me with 2 drinks and a large order of fries for us to split.

“Hexa, lattée with brown sugar” he said.

“You’re speaking my language Parker!”

I smiled taking a long sip of the liquid gold. It would surly give me a buzz.

“We all have our vices” he joked.

“Could be worse, I could be high on seeking male validation.” I joked.

“Oh how tragic that would be. My smart girl reduced to nothing but I vapid bimbo.”

“Your girl?” A voice asked.

They threw their arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes once more. How did I get so lucky as to have both the school idiots by my side.

“She hangs out with me more than you.” Peter offered lamely.

“Somebodies jealous.” Harry quipped.

“Boys boys, your both pretty. Now shut the duck up!” I said.

Harry say down beside me.

“You look like road kill ran over you.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense genius, remind me how the two of you got accepted here again.”

“She’s been in kill mode.”

“Kill mode?”

“Yup, try to distract her from studying and she hisses like a feral cat.”

“Ouch”

“Me-ouch” Harry joked back.

“Do both of you only exist to make me want a trans-orbital lobotomy?”

“So dramatic, how’s your discer-“

Peter shot a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t ask. This is a week free zone Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes and moved Peter’s hand away from his mouth. I scoffed, chugging the rest of my latte.

“I could help you if you want” Harry offered.

“Do either of you even know anything about the Dichotomy Theory?”

They both looked at each other for a second than back at me.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll be fine on my own if somebody would just let me get back to my room.”

“You haven’t finished your fries” Peter pouted.

I ungracefully shoved a handful off fries into my mouth to spite him.

“Hot.” Harry muttered.

“Aren’t the two of you going to study? Peter you can’t fail Dr Connors class.” I said.

“Yeah I was hoping if I bought you food you’d be in a good enough mood to help me out on the finishing details of my project.”

“Your web machine thingy?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, what are you trying to see if you can redesign Spider-man web tensility? Somebodies a fan, it’s cute.” I said.

“You really don’t get any nicer with food. Why can’t you be like other girls?” Peter whined.

“What you mean, passive agressive and cold hearted and sadistic? I’ll pass. You’ve never actually talked to the other girls that go here have you bud?”

“Peter’s right, you are particularly more sparky today than usual.”

“We’ll somebody interrupted my studying, which again, I would like to get back to. So if you want help on your project, bring it over to my room. I’ll see what I can do.”

“What about me?”

“Omg, what are the two of you on your period? You’re like a bunch of clingy puppies. Yes Harry, you can come do homework in my dorm.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air.

“You sir aren’t being let in without more caffeine”. I pointed to Peter as I got up and left the table.

I never expected to make friends in college, now here I was with the most obnoxious boys wrapped around my fingers. But who am I to complain. At least they helped keep the jocks away, nobody wanted to talk to me when they were around. Seems today really wasn’t my day for studying, cause I ran fast first into somebody.

A flash of platinum blonde fell before me. I quickly reached out to catch the familiar blonde.

“Omg Gwen I’m so sorry!” I apologised.

She chuckled lightly.

“Exam zoomies?” She asked.

“Exam Zoomies! The boys are coming to my dorm to study, you want to join? You can help me keep them from getting distracted.”

“Oh yeah, Harry and Peter together are no good. It’s like watching a pair of toddlers.”

“Thank you! God at least I’m not the only one who sees it. They could be on the deans list if they just applied themselves.”

She shrugged. “Leaves more glory for us”

I gave her a high five at that.

“My room in half an hour?”

“Sounds good. Oh, how’s you’re Dichotomy paper going?”

“Ugh.”

“That bad huh?”

“Why did old science men have to be so cryptic? If this was a woman it wouldn’t have been so confusing.”

“Men do have a way with words don’t they?” She smirked.

“See you in a bit Blondie.”

I heard a knock on the door and ungracefully stepped over the many books scattered across my floor. I opened the door to let Gwen in, of course she was the only one on time.

“Jesus, the boys weren’t kidding, you really are obsessed.”

“I’ve never gotten anything lower than and A, Gwen. I’m not gonna start now!” I declared.

A few minuets later there was another knock.

“It’s open!” I called.

The boys hobbled in with their backpacks no doubt haphazardly filled with their school work. Peter sat on the floor next to Gwen and Harry sat on my bed.

“How do you even sleep in here?” Harry joked.

“Yeah Yeah, I get it, I went over kill with prep. Leave me alone!”

As dysfunctional as we all were, together we were surprisingly efficient. We finished Peter’s stuff first, then pier reviewed Gwen’s Paper. And Harry’s project was the easiest of them all. But when we got to mine we were stumped.

“Why the hell did you choose this, what are you a masochist?” Harry asked.

“I don’t remember your dad complaining last night.” I quipped.

“Ewww!” Peter and Gwen said in sync.

“Please, like my dad would ever sleep with you!” Harry declared proudly.

Gwen smacked him in the arm. I place a hand over my heart in mock offence. I couldn’t hide the slight blush that crept onto my cheeks. Harry did get his looks from his father. Harry playfully swatted Gwen’s hand away. I never knew if my crush on him was obvious of not. He was smart in some ways, but could never seem to tell I liked him. So I deflected to try and make things less awkward.

Peter let out a big yawn and I used that as my off point.

“Guy guys it’s getting a little late, maybe we should call it quits for the night.” I said.

“But we haven’t finished your work.” Peter said.

“Pete it’s ok. We made goods headway. I’ve got one more day before exams, I’ll get it done.”

“Alright, Goodnight, try to get some rest.” He said, nodding at me.

He stuck his hand out for Gwen and helped her off the floor.

“Thanks for the help Y/N, sleep well.” She offered.

Now it was just Harry and I alone in my room.

“Peter’s right, it’s not fair we all got our stuff done thanks to you.”

“Harry, you know I like helping. It’s really no big deal.” I sighed.

I probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. Harry gave me a kiss on my cheek which caught me off guard.

“Try and actually get some sleep tonight yeah? Cause we’re totally partying after exams.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. Of course that’s what he was worried about.

“Goodnight Osborne.”

“Goodnight.”

An hour later I still couldn’t shut my eyes. But I did know one person who would still be awake at this hour. I snuck out of my dorm and made my way across campus. I quietly opened the door to the lab and a familiar chemical scent hit my nose. Most people found it quite jarring, but it was quite calming. The man looked up from his work.

“Oh, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

“Good morning Dr Connors.” I said.

“Morning?” He checked his watch to see it was in fact three am.

I chuckled at his reaction. I sat down on a chair, far enough away from what he was working on, as I wasn’t wearing lab appropriate attire.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Dissertation.”

He pulled away from his work to focus on me. He spun on his rollie chair and moved it across the room toward me.

“You are by far one of the smartest students in this school. You don’t need to worry yourself. You’re professor will give you the grade you deserve.”

I sighed.

“I just want to make a difference, and I can’t do that if I don’t graduate.”

“You have a 4.2, trust me kid, you’re graduating.”

“What grade did you have?” I asked.

He chuckled slightly.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t as good at school the first time around. Didn’t apply myself nearly as much as I do now.”

“So the obsession is a recent trait, not inherited?”

He shrugged.

“Perhaps it’s just recently reared it’s head. Or perhaps you see how hard I work and have taken as a personal challenge. Because competitiveness is in our nature.” He joked.

“Gee thanks for that.”

“At least you didn’t get some of my worse qualities. Sometimes I’m glad you’re more like your mother.”

“Do you even remember her?” I asked.

He had a wife and another child. My half brother. Why would he be thinking about me and my mother. He didn’t even know I existed until the beginning of the school year. But I was always determined to find my father. And I was so glad he welcomed me with open arms. He was a good man, and a great professor.

“Of course I do. Just because I didn’t marry her, doesn’t mean I didn’t love her at some point. Besides, she gave me you.”

He brushed a hair out of my face. I smiled lightly at that. I watched for another hour as he worked mindlessly on whatever break through he thought he was close to. It was so weird seeing the similarities between how we functioned. Despite only knowing this man for a year, it felt right being near my Dad. It made me feel whole again.

“You said your friends helped you study today?” He finally spoke.

I nodded with a small hum.

“Harry, Gwen and Peter.”

“You seem to hang out with Peter a lot.” He said, mindlessly.

“Please, don’t act like he isn’t you’re favorite student.”

“Student yes-“

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m an adult, Dr Connors, you can’t pull the whole ‘he’s not good enough for my daughter’ stick.” I laughed. “Besides, we’re just friends, promise.”

“I just want what’s best for you.”

“And what’s so bad about Peter?”

“There’s something off about that boy.”

“You and Harry though-“

“Why are you so concerned about my love life?”

“You seem stressed, maybe if you had something to distract you from school.”

“Ew, dad! Gross, topic change!” I squealed.

He chuckled at my outburst.

“You know I do enjoy our little midnight meetings. But you do know you can come to my lab during the day right?” He said.

I hesitated.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I don’t want people to think I’m getting special treatment cause you’re my father. Even if it’s not true, that rumour would spread like wildfire and no one will take me seriously as a scientist. It’s already hard enough being a woman in this field.”

He sighed.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that. That isn’t fair to you.”

“It’s ok. That’s just the way things are. Maybe after I graduate we can get lunches together when I’m working at Oscorp.” I smiled at him.

He offered a weak smile in return.

“I would like that. You look exhausted darling, perhaps you should sleep.”

“That’s rich coming from you. You have class first thing in the morning, my exam isn’t until the afternoon.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“You really are my daughter.” He joked. “Here, i have something that will help you sleep.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t need it.”

“As your father I’m suggesting you take it. As your professor, your homework is to sleep.”

I scoffed.

“Really? That’s your play.”

“I promise you’ll feel rested. You’ll do better on your exams if you’re night fighting sleep.” He tried to sway me.

“Ugh, fine.”

He smiled brightly. He moved to the corner of the room where he had his little coffee station. Something that is certainly not approved to be in a lab. But I wasn’t going to tell on him for it. He mixed a few things over there then brought over a steaming cup of tea.

“Should I be concerned?” I asked jokingly.

“You know I would never hurt you.”

“Geez, drop the serious face dad I was a joking. Of course I know that!” I said.

Taking a sip of the strange tea. The taste was pleasant, not similar to anything I had before. When I finished the whole thing, I did begin to feel a little tired finally. I bid my father farewell with a hug and went back to my dorm.

I woke up just before my alarm the next day. The sun was bright in the sky. I’d never slept in that late before and I began to panic. But I took a few deep breaths to compose myself. I should still have two hours to finish my paper and turn it in.

I went to move my glasses on my face, but felt they weren’t there. I must have taken them off last night, but then again, how could I see? I shuddered as my body felt a little cold. I reached for the thermostat in the room. Everything felt to intense, the sun was too bright, the room was too cold, my movements felt too fast.

Then I remembered the sleeping tea Dr Connors gave me last night. What the hell was in that tea?

An: I should do a part two lol. This was fun to write. I’ve become intrigued by this character recently. I still have to watch the movies he’s in but I’ve had a look at the comics and I love him!

#dr connors #the amazing spider man #spider man #Peter Parker #peter parker x reader #Spider-Man x reader #dr connors x reader #harry osborn #Harry Osborn x reader

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 4- Good Soup [Chapter 1]

Words: 2833

Warnings: Sick!Reader, descriptions of sick symptoms, throwing up, sedation

Shaking violently you stood on trembling legs. Almost collapsing the moment you put your  weight down. Glancing back at the plush, warm, cocoon of a bed that you were abandoning you yearned to fall back down. To never remove yourself from the warmth and comfort you had managed to escape. Today’s trip was supposed to be to some planet with a wondrous view. Said to be brighter and more brilliant than diamonds. Couldn’t miss out on that now, could you? The words conjured by your sick mind, the rhetorical question of the morning, sounded so like something the Doctor would say.

The dim lighting of your room did little to hinder the throbbing of your head right behind your tired eyes. It felt like someone was trying to stab you with a sword. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to miss out on the view that “shimmered with the brilliance of 1,000 diamonds”... But then the Doctor would worry. You never wanted to worry her, or make her miss out on something she claimed to have been looking forward to like this. It was all she had been talking about for weeks. How you were certain to adore this trip. A once in a lifetime opportunity for most, but a standard delight when traveling in a TARDIS she had bragged.

Dragging clothes onto your body took an agonizingly long time. Hair a mess that you couldn’t force yourself to deal with. Looking at yourself in the mirror you knew you looked horrid but you didn’t have the energy to care.  It would have to do. Maybe she would be so caught up in her own thoughts that she wouldn't notice. Unlikely but you could always hope?

Weakly you pulled yourself down the hallway. Praising the TARDIS for the beautiful thing she was when she manipulated things to make sure you didn’t have to walk far. You entered the glimmering consult room to a concerned whir from her. You didn’t dare shush her or respond when you spotted the Doctor already leaning over the consul, sonic in hand as she fiddled with something.

Trying so hard to casually lean against the nearest pillar for support you smiled as she looked up at you. Her eyebrows furrowed in that cute manner that told you she was trying to solve a puzzle. Hopefully that puzzle wasn’t you. Playfully you gave her a little wave, ignoring the heaviness of your limbs. Slowly her face relaxed, eyes glowing with anticipation.

“Are you ready?”

Her tone was eager and if it weren’t for the fact that you felt like any attempts to speak would be met with vomit, it would have been infectious too.

Oh god, you hoped that whatever you had wasn’t infectious! You didn’t want to get her sick.

Silence continued for a few moments more before realizing that she still was waiting for an answer from you.

“Oh! Yes, sorry. Just still a little sleepy I guess,” you laughed humorlessly in your attempts to play off the long drawn out silence between the two of you.

Shrugging off your answer, she turned to the console again. Dashing around, lilac coat billowing out behind her as she made twists and turns. Dancing around the central console as she piloted. Eyes locked on her form as you were entranced by her once again. Thank god that it was just the two of you traveling together whenever you got caught up in staring at her for hours. It would have been too difficult for the other to resist teasing you and revealing the depth of your feelings for her. The universe was as vast as a raindrop in comparison to your feelings.

A wild lurch took you off your feet. Throwing you down to the floor, only your grip on the railing had stopped you from plummeting down the stairs. The vertigo from being tossed onto the floor like a rag doll made your stomach revolut. You couldn’t breath as you gagged on nothing. Begging for her not to look over and see your pitiful state. You needed to hide this from her. Shame burned almost as much as your throat did, trying to take in air after being deprived.

Crawling the short distance to the hexagon stairs, slowly sitting down on them. Taking deep, slow breaths.  You were okay, you would be okay. Head resting between your knees gingerly to help with the sudden dizziness. Or maybe you only noticed it now that the incense nausea had passed.

The groan of the landing TARDIS echoed in your ears. Oh, you had landed. Good, that was good. Bringing your head up you pretended that you were excited to stand up and explore. The whiplash did not help your head feel better. What a surprise.

“Come on then,” she enthused with a wave of her hand.

Leading the way to the doors. She waited for you to join her, throwing them open the second you were beside her. 

Blind, you had gone blind. You head throbbing so much that your vision blurred in streaks of color before fading into fuzzy black dots. Tumbling forward to try and keep up your facade did you no favors. Your whole body froze with the softest of warm touches to your wrist. Tethering you to this plane of reality again. 

Turning to the Doctor, the fuzzies dissipated leaving you with a clear view of her eyes. There was an anger to them that you had only seen before when she was worried about your safety. The look she gave whatever was placing you in danger.

“Were you planning on telling me that you were sick,” her voice was cold. So cold compared to the fire that her hand ignited underneath the skin of your wrist.

Wordless mumbles and sputters left your lips. You couldn’t form words, nevermind sentences to defend yourself. A burning hand cradled your cheeks as she moved to rest her forehead against yours much softer than her words had been.

“What am I going to do with you,” she murmured. “You make it much more difficult to protect you than I would prefer.”

Melting into her touch you leaned against her, letting her support your weight. Lips almost touching as you fell forward. Your face was likely burning but all you could feel was cold. Bed. You wanted bed, and tea, and maybe soup.

“Hmm,” her gentle hum soothed you. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Processing her words took more energy that you could manage. When lifted into her arms you didn’t have any energy to be amazed by her strength. The passing sight of the hallway made your head spin. Closing your eyes to try and force the vertigo away. The sway of the Doctor’s steps continued to make your head spin as your body managed to feel like it was moving even more than before. A roller coaster of spinning colors passing behind your closed eyes.  Whimpering, shoving your head into the crook of her neck. Begging for her to somehow make it stop.

“Almost there,” she attempted to reassure you.

Josling you, she shifted you to one side as she attempted to open the door to your bedroom. 

“Little help here?”

Groaning you tried to move enough to help her with the door, but she moved to stop you. A firm grip holding you even closer to her, refusing to let you shift your weight from your cocoon against her chest.

“Not you, the TARDIS.”

“Mhmmm,” the groan that left your parted lips as you panted sounded relieved even to your own ears.

The dim lightning of the room was a relief. How had you ever managed to leave this room? Slowly letting your eyes open to longingly look at your bed. The mess of covers and pillows that had been tossed lazily back after you had managed to escape, your source of yearning. Cradled in the warmth of the Doctor's arms it took you a long time to realize that in order to be cozy in your bed, you would have to leave your lavender, vanilla smelling cocoon of comfort. Whining pitifully as you were placed down into the center of your blanket nest for her to not leave you. Treated like the most delicate of glass figurines. 

Heart aching with a heat that could not be contained as the blankets were oh so carefully positioned to cover you. To warm your feverishly chilled body. Patting them down to make sure they securely swaddled you. Nothing could convince you to leave this place of loving warmth.

Or, well, so you had thought.

The violent cough that over took your whole body, forced you to lift yourself out of the security of your blankets. Heaving and hacking until you were forced to lean off of your bed. If you threw up- which was becoming increasingly more likely with each miserable cough trying to remove your lungs from your body- you wanted to make sure it didn’t get on your bed. You did not have the energy to deal with that problem. Your possible vomit could stay on the floor far away from you.

A small trash can was quickly and sharply shoved into your hands, hitting your chest as you failed to grab it at the speed it was unexpectedly given to you. Continuing to dry heave until tears filled your eyes, dripping down your cheeks into the vessel you held. You couldn't breath, couldn't speak. Trapped in this miserable state of existence that never seemed to end. 

You hated this.

The coughing fit creeped away as your vision filled with black dots once again. Allowing you to realize that there was a hand gently rubbing circles against your back. Whispered words pressed against your skin, hair being pulled back from your face. As the need to remove your lungs subsided from your body you collapsed back into the Doctor again. She wasted no time taking the bin from your hands to place gently on the floor beside your new home.

“Better?” 

Groaning in reply you blindly reached for one of the soft plushies that you knew were nearby. Shoving your face into the soft cushion of comfort. Scrunching in on yourself as the soft whirl of her sonic burrowed into your skull. Everything was just too much.

“Hmm, bit more than just a standard cold. Space flu from the looks of it in fact. Did you know-,” managing to stop herself mid ramble. 

You were glad that she had realized that you were in no state to listen to her right now. No matter how much you adored her.

“Try and get some rest,” she amended as her hand smoothed out your hair.

Brushing it away from your forehead where it was sticking. Ugh, you were already all sweaty. Ignoring the discomfort for now you kept your eyes closed. Honestly you weren’t sure when you had closed them. Sleep sounded wonderful right now. Something soft and warm pressed against your forehead ever so lightly before the Doctor left and you drifted off into the much more comfortable darkness.

Awaking to the sound of creaking, your eyes opened to squint out into the darkness of the room. Light streaming in from the hallway due to the open door. The Doctor was backlit, her silhouette just distinct enough to make out with her long coat. Hmm, maybe you could manage to steal her coat for your sick nest. That would make it just that more cozy. Once your brain power returned you would have to plot and scheme how to make sure she would take it off for you.

Mhmmm the smell of something warm managed to make it through your stuffy nose. The TARDIS being kind enough to slowly lite the room with a dim glow, just enough to see immediately around you. The Doctor placing a bowl filled with steaming liquid down on the end table. Her arms circled around you as she heaved you up into a sitting position. Still half asleep you didn’t bother to help, remaining dead weight to her like you were to the world right now.

Propping you up with pillows that she carefully fluffed behind your back she settled you into place. Ready to eat some of what looked like a delicious soup.

“I made you soup!”

Never mind. It was poison. 

The Doctor and no supervision in the kitchen was a terrifying idea. More horrific than any of the terrors you had faced down at her side. Darleks had nothing on this.

“Or well I heated up some soup,” the TARDIS made a disapproving noise in response to her amendum. “Okay, okay. The TARDIS heated up some soup for you after I tried to microwave it in the tin. Better? Can’t even pretend to let me take credit for this can you. I see how it is, betrayed by my own TARDIS.”

Shaking hands reached to grab the bowl. Before they could make contact with the warm porcelain, the Doctors’ soft hands claimed yours.

“I think it might be better if I help.”

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed when she stated it so matter of fact like that. If your hands were unsteady, her’s could do it for you.

Feeling a little like a child as you opened your mouth for the first spoonful you didn’t feel any shame for whining like one when you realized that while it smelled nice you couldn’t taste it at all. Unfair. You didn’t even realize how much your pout made the Doctor want to lean in to kiss you.

Opening up for the next warm spoonful you were happy you could at least feel the warmth of the liquid. Warming you from the inside out. Filling your stomach one slurp at a time. Too tired to bother with manners. Slowly blinking as you grew tired once again far too soon.

Coughing on the next spoonful as you drifted away again.

“Good girl,” the Doctor absentmindedly praised as she whipped the corners of your lips. “Just a few more spoonfuls. Can you manage that?”

Nodding as you opened your mouth again for the next spoonful.

Finished with your meal before the bowl was empty the Doctor didn't utter a word as she situated the bowl on the nightstand again. Shifting around to get comfortable until she was in a position that could not possibly be comfortable, she cracked open a book.

"I didn't think you would stay," you slowly admitted. Voice thick with exhaustion.

"Mhm," she stuck her thumb into the book to hold her place before responding. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No! No." You rushed to reassure. "I had just assumed that the only evidence that you were here would be like an empty cup."

Her nose scrunched up adorably as she considered this.

"Wouldn't be keeping a good eye on my patient if I was never here would I?"

"Mhmm, read to me until I fall asleep again? Please, Doctor?"

The soft pleasant tone wrapped around your brain as you floated between conscious and unconsciousness. Warm like tea with honey. Comforting. You didn’t really sleep, just floated on a raft made by her voice.

At some point you must have fallen asleep. At least until a blinding pain forced you awake. Practically jumping out of bed as your body screamed that everything inside of you was trying to force its way out of you. The bed shifted as someone climbed into it with you to stop you from getting out of it. 

“Shit. Of course you would be the one to have this reaction to it.”

For a moment the pain disappeared in your shock at hearing that voice swear. A word you never imagined passing those lips you had always been so captivated with. Then the throbbing pain resumed with double the force.

It hurt. It hurt so bad. Make it stop. Tears streamed down your face, sobs only making your efforts to breath worse. Clawing at the arms around your torso, keeping you tethered to the bed. You wanted out. Needed out of this spot. Throwing up into the trash can was awful. Being anywhere but your cozy bed would be wonderful right now. All you could imagine was how horrid it would be to clean up once you could breathe again.

The warm body behind you gave you just enough leeway to squirm halfway out of bed. The now dry heaving of your body served to make it hard to move. No longer able to see you reached out for the floor. 

"I'm so sorry but this is for your own good," some sort of pitch in your arms broke through the numbness from the awkward position. 

Reality spun and drifted away with each passing second as something flooded your veins.

Whispered words brushed against your ear.

"You’ll be okay, I promise, I love-"

And then you knew no more.

#13th doctor x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[windy-trickster]

For windy, is there any trolls you've been dying to ship with others but you haven't found another troll that meshes well with them?

Tbh. There's A LOT of trolls I would genuinely love to have ships with. It's more so just... Hard for ME personally to reach out to people. I'm just anxious and don't wanna like- Seem like I'm pressuring people to ship with me. I make all sorts of posts to like- See if anyone would be interested in shipping with my goobers bc I really really wanna find them all someone special to share their lives with. If I had to name a few specific trolls? Erebus - I would love to get him a moirail, MAYBE a kismesis but I'd be a little picky Kamava - I think she deserves a moirail. She's so sweet and would prolly take on a more coddling role unless asked not to do so [She tries to be respective of boundaries as much as possible] Rastho - I think it would do him some good if he got a kismesis [He's the Blueblood btw] Hexa - Who's poly, but has no matesprite/moirail [She currently has one pitch, but I will be INCREDIBLY picky if I decide to ship him w/another pitchmate] Morana - I WANT her to have a weird Goldblood girlfriend!!!!! [She is. Free in all quads. All of them.]

#windy response #anon

[dvandom]

The Morning Stars in City of Titans character builder

So, keeping in mind that the City of Titans avatar builder is still in development and the programmers are currently prioritizing gameplay and the map over getting more hairstyles loaded in (although we have more purchased, IIRC), here's decent approximations of the superhero universe magical girl team of mine, the Morning Stars:

Since making these screenshots, I managed to fix the bug that kept me from adjusting leg sliders, so there's some minor differences there now, but not enough to merit making more screenshots. Hexa-Blue really needs different hair, since she's Black, and Icosa-Pink needs twintails. They're all missing their gems, but (Watsonian) they can make those invisible at will, and (Doylist) I don't really expect stuff like that to be added to the avatar builder soon if ever.

And here's their mentor and costume-maker, Black Opal II (her grandfather was the original Black Opal, a gritty 80s neo-pulp hero who used the reflective black helmet of the original Minuteman from WWII):

About all I'd really want more for her is a "bib front" sort of jacket, but that's one of my favorite design elements and I use it in a lot of my designs. She has similar armguards and the same boots as the girls, having designed all the gear. But since she doesn't have magical girl powers, her outfit is more heavily armored.

#superheroes #magical girls #academy of super-heroes

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Under a New Moon 09. Face to Face

Summary: Klaus has offered Athena a chance of a lifetime, to find out more about her family. With the “permission” from her friends in Mystic Falls and her curiosity. She travels to New Orleans with Klaus Mikaelson to discover more about the Dumont family. What she doesn’t know is the chaos that will ensue in New Orleans. 

Post Date: 09.20.2022

Word count: 4.1k

Based off: 01 x 11 “Apres Moi, Le Deluge”

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“The Italians called them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them Hexa, and here we call them witch.  Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There’s never been one all-powerful witch until Davina,” Elijah explains.

“Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection. Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil, according to our volatile artist in residence,” Klaus adds, walking into the library.

“Yes. Perhaps Davina’s mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she’s been dead for over 200 years. I don’t understand why all these sketches now,” Elijah says, confused.

“Why does any witch do anything?” Klaus asks before you hear something hit a wall in the house. Which probably meant that Davina’s awake. “Well, that’s going well,” Klaus adds.

“If you were trying to win the girls trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea,” Elijah responds.

“You’d think he’d learn by now,” I add.

“Oh. Are there any more inopportune deaths you two would like to wave in my face?” Klaus asks.

“Give us a month. We’ll get you a list,” I say and Elijah nods in agreement. Klaus laughs as you hear more crashing from Davina’s room.

“Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass,” Klaus says, leaving the room. I follow him because I want to get him to help me find my brother or whoever it is.

“Klaus,” I say as he enters Davina’s room. But I stop as I notice Davina coughing up dirt. Before we know it, the whole house is rattling. 

“What the hell is going on? Rebekah asks from the courtyard of the compound.

“Davina,” Klaus answers. Once everything calmed down, you met with Elijah, Marcel, and Klaus.

“This is madness. How can a 16-year-old girl shake the entire French quarter?” Klaus asks,

“I’ve seen her rock the church, but I’ve never seen anything like this,” Marcel says.

“How did you control her when she was in the attic?” Klaus asks.

“I didn’t have to,  but then I never killed her boyfriend,” Marcel responds.

“Yes, yes. We’ve been over this part already. The point is, in her present state. She’s useless as a tool against the witches,” Klaus says.

“She’s not a tool. Something’s wrong with her,” I say.

“She has too much power that she cannot control. That much we already knew, but why is it manifesting itself in such an aggressive manner?” Elijah says before he starts to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Klaus asks.

“This is witch business. Let’s ask a witch,” Elijah says, and Marcel leaves the room as well.

I start to look at the books in the library to see if there’s any hint of more information on my family. “And what are you looking for?” Klaus says from behind me.

“Well, seeing as you boys have this Davina situation handled for now. I thought I’d focus on myself,” I say, still looking at the books. 

“That still didn’t answer my question,” Kalus says playfully.

“I’m looking for answers. On my family. On my possible…brother,” I say as I feel a shiver move throughout my body. 

“Well, can I be of any help?” Klaus asks.

“Unless you know more information on my family, then no. Not to mention you’re a little preoccupied with Davina,” I say.

“Elijah’s running his little errand right now, so at this moment, I’m not busy,” Klaus says as he puts his hand out. I look at him questioningly before I realize he wants me to hand him the little book on names. He flips to the last page and stares at it, “Liam Dumont...Liam Du–,” Klaus says.

“Can you think to yourself?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, it just seems like his name rings a bell, but something doesn’t quite seem right,” Klaus says.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, does this mean I can help?” He asks.

“Kalus…” I say sternly.

“Well, there’s this kid from the Bayou whose name is Liam, but I believe he goes by the name Hunter,” Klaus says. “Well, from what I know, he wasn’t born into the pack. So finding him may be helpful,” Klaus says, trailing off.

“Now that I think about it, when I was in the bayou with Elijah and Rebekah, there was this woman who knew about my necklace,” I say, walking out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Klaus asks, grabbing my arm.

“The Bayou,” I say sternly.

“I’m going with you,” He says.

“No, you’re too preoccupied with Davina,” I say.

“I wasn’t asking,” Klaus responds.

“I need to go alone! I need to find out, by myself, if I’m the last of my family…or if I really have a brother out there,” I say as calmly as possible.

“It’s not safe,” Klaus responds sternly.

“It’s not safe if I bring a Mikaelson. I promise I’ll call you if anything happens, okay?” I ask as he rolls his eyes. “Klaus?!” I say turning his head to me.

“Fine, but if I don’t hear from you in two hours. I’m going out there,” He says.

“I’ll be back before then. I still want to help with Davina, I just – I need to do this first, and I’ll do it as quickly as I can,” I say and kiss him on the cheek before leaving. 

I make my way out to the bayou before going on foot to where the wolves live.  It was just as deserted as last time, with no one in sight. I look around a bit to see if I can find any evidence of even one person around, but nothing.

“Hello?” I say with a slight shakiness in my voice. “I’m just looking for Hunter…” I say, but there's no response. I hear the rustling of running behind me and turn around to see if I could catch them, but no luck.

“I just want to talk,” I say. I turn back around and see a man around my age standing in front of me. There’s an awkward silence as neither of us knows what to really say.

“You look just like mom,” The man says. He tries to touch my face, but I back away. 

“Sorry, I just –” I start before noticing a ring on his right hand. The ring looks like it's made of the same material as my own. “Is that a moonstone ring?” I ask, pulling my pendant out to show him as well. 

“So Eve wasn’t lying. She did meet you,” The man says.

“What did she tell you about me?” I ask.

“What do you know about me?” He asks back.

“Well, if I’m correct. You were born two years before me, and Hunter is not your real name,” I say.

“And what makes you think that?” He asks.

“Cause you’re not much older than me, you have a moonstone ring, and this,” I say, handing him the name notebook. He looks at me fairly skeptical before flipping through it.

“So what did Eve tell you about me?” I ask.

“Well, everyone knows about the Dumont wolf running around with the Mikaelsons. And that the family is so infatuated with her that no one really dared to mess with her. Eve meeting you, just confirmed that,” He explains.

“That doesn’t quite answer the question,” I respond, knowing that all I wanted to hear was that he was my brother and that I might actually be able to learn more about my family.

“I know that you’re Athena, the last known member of the Dumont family. And I know that you’re my little sister,” He says. Before I could say anything, I get a call from Klaus. I immediately declined it, before he calls me again.

“What?” I whisper into the phone.

“We need you back at the compound,” Klaus says.

“I’m finally making some progress, and the two hours aren’t even up. I said–,” I say.

“Elijah is back with the witch, Davina is sick and getting worse. If we don’t do anything, then Davina won’t survive, and a disaster will occur, leaving nothing behind,” Klaus interrupts.

“Ok, I’ll be there soon,” I sigh. “I’m sorry, but I–” I turn around to say to the man, but he’s gone. I look down to see the name book with another notebook under it. I pick the items up before heading back to the compound.

“We sedated her too heavily,” I hear Elijah say as I walk into the compound.

“Well, if this is her sedated, I’d hate to see her otherwise. We all agreed that Davina must be sacrificed. There’s no need to let her blow the roof off our heads in the meantime,” Klaus responds.

“No way! You’re not touching her!” Marcel says, jumping down from the second floor and punches Klaus. Elijah stops him before he does anything else.

“Ok. I’ll let you have that one,” Klaus responds to the punch.

“Marcel, no one wants to see Davina get hurt, especially me, but it seems like there's no other choice here,” I say.

“According to Sophie, the witch who screwed over everybody here,” Marcel protests.

“The Harvest was working before it was stopped. If a nonbeliever like Sophie Deveraux can come to have faith that these girls will be resurrected, then I, also, am a believer,” Elijah adds. Marcel pays no attention and moves on to Klaus.

“I saved Davina from the Harvest, and now you want me to just hand her over?” Marcel asks.

“Do you think that I’m happy about this? If the witches complete the Harvest, not only do they regain their power. We lose our weapon against them,” Klaus states. “The earthquake I was willing to chalk up to hideous coincidence, but these winds? If Davina is not sacrificed, then every inch of earth that shook, everything blowing about now will soon be drenched in water and consumed by fire,” Klaus states.

“Oh! Now you care about the city,” Marcel says.

“We ought to. We built it.” Elijah adds in.

“And we all saw it burnt to the ground twice. I will not let that happen again. Do I make myself clear?” Klaus asks.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Marcel says before walking away.

“Not a people person, are you, Niklaus?” Elijah says.

“Nonsense, I love people. Just on my way to warn a couple of prominent ones in case the weather gets out of hand. If you and Athena fancy yourselves as plus diplomatique perhaps you two would like to come along,” Klaus says.

“No. Soon Sophie Deveraux shall be consecrating Celeste’s remains, and though her actions are reprehensible, still I should pay my respects. Elijah starts walking towards the entrance of the compound with us following him.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Haley says, walking up to us, well, more like Elijah.

“On my way out,” Elijah responds quickly.

“Which one of us is the people person again?” Klaus asks, noticing Haley’s face of disappointment.

I make my way to the library to start reading the notebook that was left behind. I take a seat in one of the chairs and open it up. The date read “July 17, 2006” at the top. Below are two short paragraphs.  I skimmed through the writing, which mentioned searching for a family.

 As I flipped to the next page, a folded paper fell out, and I hear a knock on the doorframe, “Yes?” I say, slightly annoyed.

“Just seeing how you’re doing after your visit to the Bayou, did you find out anything?” Klaus says from behind me. “Hmm… that’s new,”

“And none of your business,” I say as I close the notebook.

“Then I take it you did find something,” He says.

“Sure, think what you want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, can I have some quiet time before chaos ensues?” I ask. Klaus puts his hands up and backs out of the library.

Once I was sure Klaus was gone, I opened the folded paper and started reading,

“Hey baby sister,

If you got this letter, it means that either you found me or I never got to meet you before it was too late. Writing this letter is probably stupid, but I’m not really sure what I would say to you if we ever met. I’m sorry that I never looked for you, but honestly, from my knowledge of our family, I thought it’d be best if I kept my distance. Either way, I still love you with all my heart, and I hope you can forgive me.

Your big brother, Liam”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to react or what to do. And before I could really react, I hear Rebekah call for Klaus from Davina’s room. I make my way to her room and find two people knocked out, a missing Davina and two fighting siblings.

“Ok. We need to divide and conquer if we’re gonna stand a chance. He could have gone anywhere,” Rebekah says.

“Well, I’m here with Sabine. Perhaps we could try a locator spell?” Elijah says through Rebekah’s phone.

“I’ll talk to the priest. They might even be at the church. It’s the last place we’d think to look for them, right?” Klaus says.

“Ok. You check the church. I’ll check everywhere else,” Rebekah says.

“I’ll go with you,” I say. 

Rebekah and I walk through the French Quarter, trying to see if we could get any hint of Marcel or Davina. “So I heard about your trip to the Bayou. How was that?” Rebekah asks.

“Well… I met my brother,” I shakily say.

“Oh, how’d uh that go?” Rebekah asks.

“Ok,” I respond.

“That’s all?” She stops in front of me.

“Well, there was a lot of silence, so there’s not much to report,” I say as we get back to the compound.  Once everyone was back, we gathered to figure out the next step, considering none of us had found Marcel or Davina.

“It’s taken 1,000 years, but you’ve finally gone mad. Our own mother?” Rebekah asks after Elijah explains that the Mikaelson mother's bones must be consecrated to save Davina and the French Quarter.

“Yes, our beloved mother, who Niklaus has affectionately placed in a coffin in his basement, not daggered but quite dead,” Elijah confirms.

“Well, she did try to kill us all,” Klaus says.

“Well, I say we put her to use and put her to rest once and for all. Now, if we bury our mother on land owned by one of her descendants, she becomes a New Orleans witch. And we as her family share in that ancestral magic,” Elijah explains.

“We’re vampires, Elijah. We can’t practice magic. Or own property, for that matter,” Rebekah states.

“Yes. With regard to practicing magic…” Elijah says as he explains how to consecrate their mother's bones. “And as for owning property… Not all of our mother’s descendants are dead,” Elijah says.

“The baby,” Klaus whispers under his breath and Elijah confirms.

“The parish tax assessor’s office is just steps outside of the Quarter. Haley now holds the title to the plantation. So if we bury our mother there and we consecrate those grounds, we can finish the harvest ritual,” Elijah explains.

“You’re a bit of a mad genius, Elijah. Count me in,” Klaus agrees with the plan.

“Am I the only one thinking?” Rebekah questions. “Our mother was the most powerful witch in history. If we bury her, we hand that power to our enemies to use against us,” She states, and I nod in agreeance.

“Given our circumstances, I hardly see that we have a choice, Rebekah,” Elijah rebuttals.

“I don’t know why I bother. You two will just do what you want anyway,” Rebekah says.

“No. Our decision must be unanimous,” Elijah responds.

“This is not a democracy,” Klaus buts in.

“You’re quite right. This is family,” Elijah says as it starts to pour outside.

“Water. The next sign’s begun. Rebekah?” Elijah asks.

“Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow. Count me in,” Rebekah says.

“Athena?” Elijah asks, turning towards me.

“I’m not a Mikaelson,” I respond.

“You’re just as much a part of the family as any of us,” Rebekah states.

“Count me in. Let’s just hope your mother doesn’t come back to kill us a second time,” I say.

“Well, this is no family reunion without our mother. I’ll fetch her,” Klaus says and heads out to get her remains. 

Rebekah goes to find out where Marcel may have taken Davina, as Elijah and I go to get the pastor to bury their mother. We all meet at the plantation to watch their mother get buried. Once it was over, we all made our way to the graveyard to finish the Harvest ritual. As we waited for Marcel to bring Davina, a fire started in a different section of the graveyard.

“Fire,” Sophie says as we notice it was coming from behind Marcel, who was carrying Davina. We watch as Spohie slits Davina’s throat, and the rain stops as soon as she passes. “After the Harvest comes the reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted, we call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones,” Sophie says. Nothing happens, so Sophie repeats the last part. “Please, I beg,” Sophie says, seeing as the girls still lie there dead. Sophie starts sobbing as she realizes she was not getting her sister back. 

I headed back to the compound with Klaus and went straight to the library, seeing as Klaus wanted to comfort Marcel, and I wanted to read more of the journal. Luckily no one had moved the journal. I sat down and immediately started scanning the journal. After reading a few more entries, I began to realize that not only was it my brothers, but a way for him to keep track of important life events in our family and information he found. Many of the entries were short excerpts of him wishing me a happy birthday or the tiny trails he found on info about our family, which mostly led to dead ends.

“Fancy a drink?” I hear Klaus say from the entryway. 

“Why not? I need a good distraction,” I say and follow Klaus into the courtyard.

“This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know? Yes, we saved the city, and I’m not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would,” Klaus says, handing Rebekah and me a glass of whatever alcohol he chose. “How did you find them down in the docks?” Klaus asks Rebekahs, referring to Marcel and Davina.

“You’re not the only one with clever little spies in the quarter, Nik,” Rebekah responds.

“Sometimes I think I don’t give you your due, little sister,” Klaus says. 

“I knew Elijah’s plan was mad, but I really thought it would work,” Rebekah says.

“So did I,” Klaus and I say at the same time.

“I was sure Davina would survive. There was so much life in her,” Klaus continues.

“What about the power? 4 were supposed to rise, and none did. Where did all that power go?” I question, intriguing both Klaus and Rebekah.

“Well, I’m drained. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Rebekah says and leaves the courtyard. I follow behind her and head back to the library to continue to read through the journal. 

A few hours go by as I try to pick out the most key part of the journal, trying to put together the puzzle of my family. “You know it's quite late, right?” I hear Klaus say as he sits next to me.

“So why are you up?” I ask, not turning my head away from the journal or my notes.

“I could ask the same,” Klaus responds.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.

“I see that. Anything intriguing?” He asks.

“Everything,” I say and finally turn my head to him.

“May I see?” He asks, looking at my notes. I sigh before I slide them over. He analyzes my notes, but it seems that he’s clueless about what I picked out. 

Before I know it, he plucks the journal out of my hands, “Hey!” I protest as he flips through the journal.

“These symbols. They look familiar. Hold on,” Klaus says as he gets up from the couch. He searches through the bookshelf before he pulls out a thin book. He flips through the pages and finds the symbol that was drawn on the first page and writes the word Necklace.

“Care to fill me in?” I ask as he flips through more pages. He then writes, Ring, then bracelet, and continues writing down different jewelry types until he finishes with ring, then necklace. “Hello?” I ask, still confused.

“Well, it has to mean something,” Klaus states, still confusing me.

“Like I know?! Wh–what are these symbols, anyways?” I ask.

“It’s a language, ancient, dead,” he says.

“Then why would my brother know it?” I ask.

“Hold on,” He says and looks around, before landing his eyes on the name book. He flips a few pages before landing on one with a symbol that looks similar to the ones in my brother's journal. “These symbols don’t look familiar at all?” He asks.

“Never seen them in my life,” I respond.

“You sure?” He asks back.

“Yeah, where are you getting at?” I ask.

“Well, this language may be dead, but  I remember hearing something about the pack that used this language as a way to communicate. As a matter of fact, I believe they developed it and only shared it with their most trusted allies,” Klaus says.

“That sounds like some sort of myth and a made-up one at that,” I respond, as what Klaus had just said, sounded stupid.

“I haven’t seen this language for 900 years when I last encountered a specific pack in the French Alps, and here it is, in the 21st century,” Klaus says. 

“Your point?” I ask.

“Well, considering this dead language has only reemerged in notebooks from your family. Hypothetically speaking, if we can find more texts using this language, then we can find out more about your family,” Klaus says.

“Wow, you might actually be right about something for once, Klaus. Do you have any more books that can translate the language?” I ask.

“Not that I know of… I–I have an idea, but we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” He says with a somewhat worrying tone.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Well… it won’t necessarily help us translate more, but it may confirm that the language was still being used by your family,” Klaus says in a lowered tone.

“So what’s your idea?” I ask.

“I–I have to go into your mind, search your memories…but I know how intru–” Klaus begins.

“Do it,” I interrupt.

“I’ll only look for the text,” He responds.

“Do it. I want to know,” I say.

“Ok. Close your eyes and relax,” Klaus says softly. I close my eyes as he softly places his hands on the temples of my head. A few moments later, I start to see a blurry memory of my parents. They’re yelling at eachother, and my mom is holding a piece of paper. Their voices are muffled, and I can barely tell what's going on. “Do you remember this?” Klaus asks.

“Ba–barley,” I stutter.

“Ok, focus on the paper. Make the picture clearer.” He says.

“I can try,” I say. I start to try and focus on what the paper says. For a moment, it’s crystal clear before becoming blurry again, sending a pang to my head. 

“Try again,” He says.

 I start to focus on the paper again, trying to see the symbols, which definitely looked like what we found. I feel another pang in my head, “It hurts,” I say.

“It’s ok,” He says.

The more and more I try, the more my head hurts, “It hurts…Nik. It–it really hurts,” I say as I begin to lose focus.

“Almost there, only a little longer,” He whispers.

I scream as it feels like something is trying to explode my head, and all of a sudden, I feel a force throw me back. When I open my eyes, I see Klaus lying across the room with books fallen around him. “Nik!” I say and run towards him. 

“I’m fine,” He grunts as I help him up.

“What happened?” Elijah says as he enters the room.

A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next part of UNM. I hope you enjoyed all the new developments! Thanks again, for reading.

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OC Info!!

I do have askable ocs, but might as well give some info about em! :3 All info can be found below.

Fay:

* She/they pronouns * Can be a bit brutally honest at times * Doesn’t like whisky. Doesn’t like any alcohol actually (she doesn’t know why Devin calls her Whisky. No idea.) * Has been physically injured a lot, especially her chest. Despite this, she’s really strong and durable! * Usually not very nice * It’s very common she’ll be a tad bit aggressive towards you (unless you’re one of her friends, aka Devin) * Enjoys strong things (sense-wise, excluding touch. Examples are like. Strong beverages or scents)

Cayleb:

* He/they pronouns * Super nice and chill! * Probably the most brave yet least brave corrupt in the tower * Never takes off his construction hat unless he’s sleeping; it gives a sense of comfort * Often tried to use body language to communicate, but has slowly gotten used to being verbal * Works in high-up areas, is NOT afraid of heights in the slightest * He fell off of his work place once. He was totally fine, somehow. He just had to get another construction hat.

Chip:

* He/him pronouns * Really nice and chill actually!! * Don’t mention Saturn (the planet or the oc of mine) as he’s gonna get really upset (as, well. Saturn is missing) * Probably touch starved * Good childhood, horrible adulthood * Super nice; one of the only corrupts in the tower that actually doesn’t want to corrupt paradise. * Quite the artist (although he denies it)!!

Devin:

* He/him pronouns * Often quite rude to every except his friend, Whisky (Aka Fay, he just calls her Whisky for some reason. She doesn’t even like whisky though so the nickname is questionable) * Hates people in general, honestly * Despises Blitz, wants him gone * He’s being forced to answer any questions he gets lmao. He does NOT wanna be here * He owns a two-headed battle axe! He carries it on his back. * Called a “mean guy” 24/7. He doesn’t even deny it either he just lets people call him that

Hex / Hexa:

* They/she pronouns * Local genderfluid guardian!! (Cube somehow died or went missing and they became the new guardian) * Bro she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Seriously. She feels bad for those things * She’s been slammed against a wall and knocked out before. It wasn’t very fun * Probably needs therapy, refuses to get it * Claustrophobic as hell * Not a very touchy person, doesn’t like physical contact very much unless you ask