#(not the pronouns the magical creature itself lol)

[dadumtss]

Hii I'm new here I love your slenderman au it's so fascinating!

OK OK HEAR ME OUT!! what IF shapeshift cryptids exists in this au?? & if so that must be very rare right? powerful!!? dangerous!! unknown to most? UNKILLABLE EVEN??? & possibly be unwanted in the cryptid society?? the capabilities of its powers could out-matched the greatest? the real form undescribable?? possibly doesn't come from earth even? dimension, universe?? it just pop into this universe & be like: Ah, yes. my new home now, I be here whether you like it or not lol.

The forms they take might not look exactly identical to another already existing creature, but rather a form of how they could look as that cryptid species.(or any species)

with very noticeable (or not)

markings/symbols all over the body (colours whatever readers choice) that could glow when exposed to moon light, or while using magic, or other? it can give themselves away.

they could be fertile to all? or unfertile for whatever reasons. doesn't have exact gender because it can be whatever it wants, even possibly learn a magic traits, that's only possible through that particular species, & could use that magic OUTSIDE OF THAT FORM?? this.. would that be considered the most rarest cryptid species, MAYBE NOT EVEN A SPECIES BUT ONE OF A KIND!!??,

the slender brothers meeting someone like that? & possibly having love interest? or try to kill it??

the possibilities are endless. sorry obviously I LOVE OP things, is it to much? idk do whatever with it, it's your au <3

Hello, anon! I did a little explanation of shapeshifting in the AU followed by matchup headcanons / scenarios for each of the brothers. Feel free to skip straight to the matchup scenarios if you like and apologies if that wasn’t what you were looking for.

Thanks so much for your ask and your kind words! I'm so happy that you like my AU and I love the enthusiasm you have for your OC!

(I use it/its pronouns for the OC and call it a “creature” instead of a “cryptid”. Hope that’s ok!)

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Preamble

Shapeshifting cryptids do exist in the AU! There are cryptids that can transform into animals or other beasts, cryptids with monstrous forms that can alter their appearance to something more appealing and trickster cryptids that can take the forms of others. The ability isn't very rare or dangerous in-and-of itself and there are magical safeguards that protect against more mundane issues that can arise with shapeshifters, like identity theft.

I have a feeling that's not what you're going for, however.

If you're talking about something like an Eldritch God who's true form is unknowable but takes on a 'baser' form to walk among us lesser creatures; An unfathomably powerful creature that regards all on the mortal plane as mere playthings; Nyarlathotep come to life or the great Yog-Sothoth in all his might given form on this physical plane…

Then that changes things.

I can see all the brothers being wary of such a powerful creature, regardless of its intentions.

If this creature is looking for a relationship, its best bet is to hide the extent of its abilities. If it does I could write cute headcanons about how the brothers trace the creature’s markings as they cuddle, how they go on midnight strolls just so they can watch their S/O light up (literally) under the moonlight or how they pepper the creature’s face in ‘kisses’ whenever it expresses loneliness for being the only one of its kind. I could even write spicy headcanons about how their shapeshifting adds to their sex life.

But that’s not as fun. So…

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Slender Brothers X Super Powerful Shapeshifter

Slenderman

He’s extremely wary.

A creature that strong is a threat to not only himself but to cryptid society, the society he fought to establish and one he helped build. This creature could do whatever it liked and no one could stop it.

Even if its intentions were innocent and its only aim was to live peacefully in society he would spend ample time and resources researching ways to destroy it.

Depending on how cooperative the creature is he uses the registration of a new species as a guise to learn more about how it functions and possible ways to kill it. He oversees the study himself, spending long hours in the labs with his best researchers as they work on collecting information on the creature.

The creature seems to pay him extra attention, giving him strange looks when it thinks he’s not looking and sometimes when he obviously is. What does it mean? What game is it playing?

Then one day it approaches him in the hallway when no one else is around. He tenses, ready for an ambush that he knows he can’t win…

It confesses its feelings for him and asks him out?

?????????????????

Is it a ruse? A ploy? Why would it need one when it could just kill him here? Is it just some kind of game? Does it want something from him? Should he go along with it to find out more about its weaknesses? Will it retaliate if he says no? Is it actually sincere? It’s certainly not bad to look at in its current form… but what if-????????????

He short circuits.

50/50 chance on whether the date happens or not.

Offenderman

He’s reckless but not a complete idiot. A creature that powerful should not be trifled with.

At first he keeps a weary eye on the creature and doesn’t engage as much with it as he does others. Then when he feels he has a better grasp on its intentions and demeanor he approaches. He’s casual and friendly though he’s not as bombastic as he usually is since he’s cautious about setting it off by being too direct. He’s also curious, trying to get a more direct read on the creature’s intentions.

The more ‘chill’ the creature turns out to be the more he opens up and lets his guard down, returning to his bombastic self around it.

Offender is curious about how strong the creature actually is and asks for a spar. He gets his ass handed to him and he knows that this person could kill him easily yet here it is, offering a hand to help him up.

That gets Offender to trust it more.

Thus, the seduction starts in earnest. Railing a super-powerful entity that could snap him like a twig but chooses not to? Extremely sexy.

Trenderman

Also extremely wary.

He tries to avoid the creature and has uncharacteristically little to say about its fashion choices or overall looks.

He acknowledges to himself that it would be very fun to make outfits that compliment the markings, both when they glow and when they don’t, but he does nothing with those thoughts.

The creature comes to him to talk (perhaps about design perhaps not) and he complies, less obviously irritated about being approached by this stranger for conversation because he knows of its vast power. The conversation moves to fashion and the creature asks for clothing help.

Trender complies. While he’s usually irritated at people asking for his services so brazenly, he’s fearful of what would happen if he says no and a little bit excited at the possibility of designing for someone that looks so unique.

Through the process of making the creature a new wardrobe, he looses some of his wariness. The creature not only has a respect for fashion in general and his abilities specifically, but is a delight to talk to and inspirational to design for.

The creature becomes a friend and his muse, as the ease to which it can shapeshift making it a never ending source of inspiration.

Eventually, the creature admits its romantic interest in Trender, admitting to trying to get his attentions in other ways that Trender overlooked in his focus on his work or assumed was playful banter.

Trender is taken aback but not against it. He says yes to a date and they see how things go from there.

Splendorman

Wary but not unfriendly.

He knows that a creature that powerful is dangerous to him, others, and the world as a whole; whether or not it says that it just wants to live in cryptid society.

But that’s no reason to be rude.

He makes friends immediately. He asks about the creature’s day, how it’s settled in, how it’s liking cryptid society. He recommends foods, shows, activities and experiences that one new to the moral realm should try and offers to be there as it tries them.

Initially, Splendor is definitely jumpy around the creature and is quick to soothe it whenever there’s so much as a possibility that the creature may react badly. However, even though it’s obvious that Splendor doesn’t fully trust it, the creature can’t help but open up to him.

Splendor listens earnestly to its thoughts and opens up about his own experiences eagerly, making it easy for the creature to confess its feelings about being the only one of its kind while they look up at the stars from Splendor’s meadow; makes it easy for the creature to think of Splendor’s feelings when someone insults it and it gets the urge to harm; makes it easy for the creature to appreciate all the smallest insects, plants, snowflakes and rocks that Splendor points out excitedly as they walk together;

Makes it easy to fall in love.

For the both of them.

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[fun-mad-ochouse]

Hi lol

You may know me from my main blog! If not, that's okay. I have been a creator (writer and artist) and OC enthusiast for roughly 8 years. I have a 'meet the artist' thing, but technically it's outdated (I am older now, the art is older and I look slightly different) so you can have my sona instead!

Its a puppet named Morgan. (It/it's and it/he pronouns!)

((Link to the picrew:

Morgan speaks through that parrot, named Bestie, and bc I have multiple other sonas, Morgan is kinda like the main one, has all the others inside of itself! He's got lore of his own, so he technically can and probably will be included in OC stuff here.

Speaking of OC stuff,

I have a kind of ludicrous number of OCs, who rotate and take turns consuming my attention. You can ask about ANY OC at ANY time, but I do have a few favorite favorites who I will list below, and the blog description will be updated to include whoever is on my mind at the current present!

Consistent Favorite Faves:

Jesse

Peek

Marvin

Friday

Robin

Reaper

Anything involving these guys will all have the tag '#top 6'. If the list ever changes, it'll stay consistent! As for other tags:

Genres:

'#whump' this will be anything dark or torturous, often involving physical or psychological abuse. If this isn't something you want to see as a whole, block that tag, but I'll put content warnings on specific subjects as well. Always feel free to ask me to tag something if you feel like I missed it! (Keep in mind that I don't have to say yes. I probably will, but I don't HAVE to.)

'#adventure' this covers journeys mostly. Characters going from one place to another to accomplish something and probably learning a thing or two along the way.

'#fluff' cotton candy shit. Gonna be honest you'll probably never see this from me (/hj), I'm not very good at being NICE to my characters. Encouragement is welcome. 💀

'#scifi' easy enough, anything involving futuristic tech, dystopian themes, etc...pretty self explanatory tbh. (Jesse is going to hog this tag /silly)

'#fantasy' also p easy. Backwards instead of forwards in time. Mythical creatures and magic being more prevalent than technology. I surprisingly don't use this a lot.

'#modern magic' I don't think I have a single world without magic, this is gonna be anything set in a modern era with whatever fantasy twist I've applied.

'#multiverse' this covers a LOT of my stories, I work with and within the multiverse a LOT and the lore behind it all is as much my pride and joy as any OC. I will scream for hours about it, please feel free to be curious! It'll come up a lot. ;D

'#nsft' OC stuff that's uhhh 18+. Lol.

Subjects:

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'#worldbuilding' information that is specific to location (universe, country, city, street, house, etc) and the environment the characters are responding to!

'#story lore' information that is specific to character journeys and, y'know, stories.

'#magic lore' technically this could go under worldbuilding, but a lot of my worlds borrow ideas from each other, and I can talk about magic so much alone that it deserves its own tag!

Post Content:

'#oc game' I'll put this tag on any post I reblog with the intention of talking about OCs. Ask games for others to interact with, but also those "reblog with the OC that...." type things!

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'#ic' in character responses to asks or posts! These are going to be as frequent as I can manage /lh

'#ooc' out of character responses to asks or posts, or just rambling about OCs.... will probably end up being the majority of my content lol

'#sona stuff' the inclusion of OCs that are also me, lol

'#not mine' the inclusion of other people's OCs-!

'#art' I draw sometimes!! Really hoping to start posting art here, haven't done that on Tumblr in a good several years.

'#writing' same deal as with art, self explanatory really-

'#memes' this will include incorrect quotes, filled out meme templates, some shitpost art, all the sillies!

'#tag updates' for when I add any tags to this post! Mostly for the purpose of keeping track of that.

'#other' general tag for "no existing tag really fits rn so have this". Hopefully this will be sparsely used.

Ho boy, this is getting long.

Last little things you should know about me, boundaries and a DNI.

- I'm an adult

- I love to rp

- I'm in many fandoms, mostly BATIM (for years and years and years now)

- my favorite number is 6

- Boundaries are really no discourse and be respectful lol

- dni is just pro contact paraphiles, radqueer and transid, and other general creeps. I don't give a fuck what you do in your personal life, I don't condone anything that harms other people though! This is a fun space, keep it fun.

That all said:

Enjoy your stay!! Feel free to interact, I don't bite :D

#introductory post #top 6 #oc lore #my ocs #ocs #roleplay #art #artists on tumblr #writeblr #artblr #original character #original art #writers on tumblr #writing #lol hello #tag updates

[damienthepious]

ahhh dunk here we go again, ,,,,, poor lizard hours,,,, payyy attention to the tags/notes for cws

The Beast In On His Chain (chapter 2)

[ch 1] [ao3] [ch 3] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, Sir Absolon

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, prisoner/guard dynamic, Dehumanization, (which feels like a weird word to use for a nonhuman person bUT. it’s what i got.), Despair, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (EVENTUALLY!!!! it’ll take a while), Captivity, Suicidal Thoughts, (that will be a theme throughout. inescapable in this particular fic. alas.), Eventual Romance, (Yes the dynamics in this one are fucked. honestly i’m kinda Stretching my limits these days.), (having fun with it. fucking around. it’s fine.), Recovery, (eventually), Self-Reclamation

Chapter Summary: Damien learns more about one of the trophies he is assigned to guard.

Chapter Notes: mmmm continuing warnings for captivity, dehumanization, basically kinda torture, malnutrition, isolation, nightmares, inaccurate pronoun use unrelated to gender, canon-typical and canon-extrapolated monster treatment. let me know if i missed anything PLEASE. I'm awful at suspense so i'll say up front (if the angst-w/happy-ending tag didn't give it away) that this will become a recovery story, eventually, and i am pretty goddamn eager to get there. Also, side note, Damien's inaccurate-pronoun-use should NOT be read in any way as my own position on folks using it/its pronouns. Y'all kick ass. Damien himself just doesn't have a context for it/its besides the inanimate and the inhuman, unfortunately. He hasn't met the Keep yet, lol

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The boredom is an issue, about as soon as Sir Damien expects.

Marching in the same exact circle, surrounded by the same exact trophies, hours and hours in the gloom by torchlight...

Damien thinks of Sir Angelo riding off north, valiant and grinning and promising gleefully to break their tie while he travels, laughing off Damien's somewhat blustering protests to the contrary.

The twin-faced head by the swamp lord's plinth whispers if it cannot prove itself, what is it even good for? and Damien pretends not to flinch.

The swamp lord himself seems to be sleeping again. Sleeping most of the time, in fact, so far as Damien can tell. He would wonder if the creature is simply nocturnal (Damien has not yet been assigned any overnight shifts), but- how would the thing even tell when it was night, down here? Not a flicker of sunlight pierces this deep. There aren't any timepieces, either. Damien himself loses track- the next shift arriving at their posts is the only way Damien knows that enough time has passed to end his own shift.

"Who feeds that creature?" Damien asks the knights at the entryway, curiosity taking command of his tongue. "The swamp lord, I mean."

The pair of them meet eyes, and then one of them shrugs. "No one does."

At the obvious confusion on Damien's face, the other wrinkles his nose. "It's a familiar, Sir Damien," he explains. "The familiar of the swamp. It's made of magic. It could eat, it can, but it doesn't need food or drink to survive. Not really."

So. Why would they bother? It makes... enough sense, an efficiency that Damien acknowledges, though the idea of it- it is difficult not to think it as starving a prisoner, even if that isn't the case in truth.

The question floats through his mind, later that night as he rolls over on his cot in the barracks, and Damien stares hard at the stone wall beside his bed for at least a quarter hour as he tries to make the question go away.

How, exactly, the did lizard's captors first discover what he did and did not need, to survive?

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He brings his poetry drafts with him for his next few shifts. His notes are bound only loosely, easy to rearrange when he makes connections between two pieces, or when he needs to add more sheets as one of his ideas expands, or if he wishes to look at two budding poems side-by-side.

Obviously he can't walk around his patrol effectively with his notes and a quill and an inkwell - for a moment he envies the swamp lord's extra limbs - so he borrows one of Rilla's clever, narrow, wrapped charcoals. They're better for sketching than for script, but Damien has gotten used to the way they write by now and he doesn't particularly mind the thickness of the lines. Rilla even seems pleased that he isn't complaining quite so much about the inertia of the assignment, so long as he can stretch his mind with other tasks.

He finds himself speaking aloud as he composes, after a little while. It is an old habit, and besides- the creaky, chittery noises of the room are somewhat distracting, and he finds that if he keeps his focus more firmly on the poetry, the twin-faced head in particular is far less likely to try to get under his skin.

At times the poetry shifts, dissolves somewhat, and Damien realizes belatedly that he has fallen into prayer rather than poetics. The line between the two is rather thin, on occasion. A decent number of his poems come in the form of entreaties to his saint, anyway.

Perhaps he requires the prayers, here. This place seems to unsettle his Tranquility. It turns his stomach, if he thinks about his surroundings too deeply. He almost wishes that he requested the dungeons, instead. Speaking to Saint Damien helps, as it always does, although-

The feeling, the sensation of his saint within his chest, that slow pulsing wave of cool affection and protection- it feels strange here, as well. Less certain. Damien suspects that it is the melange of fragmented magic that surrounds him, causing the disruption, but he is unsure. He prays all the more fervently in response.

He does not notice the attention of one of the trophies upon him as he speaks, not until he hears the creature growling in its corner again on the fourth day after he began bringing his drafts along.

Damien blinks as the words die on his tongue, his gaze fixing on the incongruous vivid purple glaring out from the storm-gray monster crouching on his little platform.

His first instinct, oddly, is to feel embarrassed. Which is foolish in the extreme. He clutches his papers close against his stomach, careful not to drag the charcoal over the page as he does, and the monster growls all the louder as Damien meets its eyes.

The creature bares its teeth, when it sees that it has his attention, and then it rolls itself slowly to stand, taller than Damien expected even with his horns shorn down, the entire weight of its body pressed against the chain at its neck and the ones on its wrists. It uses its own weight to help keep it upright, Damien realizes, hanging forward against the chains pulling it back.

And then it- it opens its mouth, and coughs harshly, and then-

He speaks.

"Do you," the monster grates, face screwed up with effort, a hand curling against his collar, "ever... shut... up?"

Damien- Damien stares, lifting one hand to cover his mouth and watching the creature glare at him, panting with a vicious sort of effort.

"You..." Damien swallows. "You can speak," he says, the emptiness of his tone turning the question into a statement, and the monster bares his teeth again, snapping them together and growling as he turns his head away. "This whole time? You could speak this whole time, you could understand me, and-"

"Is this the newest torture your queen has devised?" he snarls, and then he whines, closing his eyes and digging his claws into the collar again, tugging uselessly at the metal as if trying to pull it away from the scales of his neck. "Deprived- deprived even of- of silence, deprived of my own thoughts, tormented by your- your relentless chattering for days on end-"

The creature's voice gives out, his throat moving for another moment as he cringes, stuttering into a painful sounding round of coughs.

"Oh Saints," Damien hears himself say, faintly. Too startled for any proper response, yes, but also-

Deprived of-

Silence, freedom. Food. Water. Deprived, apparently, of his own voice. Deprived of words, and Damien can tell from the coughing and the choking, forced tone in his voice. He can tell, from the way Damien can feel a pulse of strange energy from the monster's heavy collar with every word, and from the way the monster seems to respond to that energy with visible pain.

"I have endured much," the monster spits, his body swinging fractionally forward as his expression twists in fury, the collar at the taut end of its chains pressing deeper indentations into the scales of the monster's throat. "I will endure- endure more, certainly. But if you c-cannot find a way to hold your tongue, then I will find a way to pluck it from your head."

Damien only stares, too stunned to truly comprehend what is being said to him for a long moment, and then-

The absurdity of this creature, cowed and collared, attempting to threaten him- it strikes him as strangely humorous, suddenly and perhaps somewhat grimly. He feels his face twitch, a half-breath of almost-laughter slipping from his lips, and the monster only contorts the expression on his snouted face even further, looking more alive than he has for the entirety of Damien's post here.

"I... will... kill you, little knight," the monster says, visibly struggling to force out the words, his vivid violet eyes locked on Damien's with obvious hatred. "Someday the cage will crack, someday the guard will be sloppy, someday I will again curl my tongue around a shred of magic and then-"

The monster spasms, the collar apparently paying him back for speaking so long against it, and the creature collapses back onto his little plinth with a pained exhale, and Damien-

Damien holds his breath for a moment, shocked by the sharp, strings-cut drop of the creature. He can't help the way his eyes widen in alarm, uncertain whether or not the monster has just injured himself on Damien's watch or- or worse, perhaps, but- no. No, he seems to be- he's still breathing, at least, and there doesn't seem to be any blood around the collar, at least, so.

Not that Damien is- concerned, exactly, but- he is meant to guard these... trophies. That certainly includes keeping them from harm- from damage, at the very least.

(and he knows, of course, that this beast in particular must not be allowed to die)

"You'll forgive me," Damien says slowly, eventually, his tone blank and oddly dry, "if I am not quite terrified of such threats from a creature in your position."

The monster sort of... curls in on himself, two arms around his head and two clutching at his stomach, his tail wrapping up into an almost catlike circle, hissing ineffectually through his teeth, but he does not try to speak again.

"Though..." Damien pauses, paces a few steps, and watches the poison-bright gleam of one of the monster's eyes follow him as he goes, glaring out from between his arms. "I certainly will know to mind my tongue a bit better, here, in the future. For my own sake, you understand, and not yours. Of course, I should not care if you find my prattling an annoyance. You are a prisoner, after all."

The creature glares at him, and even with his face still mostly hidden behind his arms, there is enough venom in his eyes that Damien has to force himself not to take a step back in response. He still remains silent, though. Aside from the pained panting.

No reason whatsoever to feel threatened, Damien muses. Despite the overt threats.

Damien opens his mouth, as if to say-

He does not know.

It seems pointless at best to mock the creature, needlessly cruel at worst. What good would it do? He presses his lips closed after a moment, then reshuffles the pages of his drafts in his hands. He pulls his gaze away from the monster, and he continues his patrol.

~

In silence, this time.Damien dreams the weight of cold iron around his own throat. Dreams a prayer trapped in his lungs, begging for deliverance, begging for voice and sky and any gentle touch. Cold fire curls beneath his jaw, scorching away his words before they can bloom from his lips, the pain sharp enough to pull tears from his eyes, streaming hot down his cheeks.

Across the room, lazing on an identical plinth, the monster watches him wail soundlessly, his violet eyes the only points of color in their grey prison, his own chains slack with hopelessness.

Another knight shoves Damien awake to stop him screaming. Damien can hardly hear the rest of the grumbling complaints from the other cots over the furious thudding of his heart. His throat hurts, ragged as if he were swallowing thorns.

His pillow is wet with tears as he tries to find sleep again. When he closes his eyes, he sees the monster staring back.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #lizard kissin' tuesday #sir damien #lord arum #the beast in on his chain #argh. augh. hrrgh. this fic is gonna fuckin kill me

[the-iron-orchid]

🤪, 🍮, 😈 and 🏳️‍🌈 for Jinana :^)

[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

Jinana's sense of humor tends to be a little dry, almost certainly because of Heron's influence. S/he will laugh at a pratfall just as much as the next person, and maybe more, but s/he's not likely to be the one doing it. (They both like to tell or hear a good dick joke, though.) But Jinana doesn't like to be overly serious, and will often try to defuse tension or lift moods with a joke or small harmless prank.

[ 🍮 ] is your muse intelligent academically? do they have any other intelligences?

Jinana is very smart in an academic sense, again largely due to Heron's influence. S/he has regained a frankly astounding amount of knowledge in the three years post-resurrection.

Hir emotional intelligence, however, is a little below average in the Apprentice continuity, and only average in any other. Apprentice!Jinana in particular can easily sense things from others' energy and auras, but may have a lot of trouble putting a name to what it is that s/he is sensing. "Uh... it's purple."

[ 😈 ] does your muse like to prank others? do they do so often?

Jinana is a prankster of the moment - s/he will seize an opportunity that presents itself, but does not plan pranks ahead. S/he mostly does it to lighten someone else's mood, so it tends to be small, harmless things, often magical. For example, s/he would not prank someone with a realistic illusion of a dangerous creature; s/he would use something patently ridiculous. (Natiqa's giant chicken gag is pretty much right up hir alley lol)

[ 🏳️‍🌈 ] how does your muse’s sexuality and gender identity impact their life? do you have any specific headcanons about it?

Hir mother had some trouble accepting young Jinana's assertions that s/he was not a girl, and not a boy either; Samira had been so pleased to have a 'daughter'. Hir father, however, was on board from the first and helped hir choose hir pronouns. Hir mother warmed to the idea in time.

Given the gender culture of Vesuvia, Jinana does not experience a great deal of impact from having a nonbinary gender identity; at worst, s/he is mistaken for a little boy in a skirt, playing with bugs. 😂

For Apprentice!Jinana, being pansexual mostly means panicking because one woman, one man, and one nonbinary person all seem interested at once 😂 For non-Apprentice!Jinana, it just means the world is an excellent sexy smorgasbord of varied opportunity. Now, if only s/he could manage to keep any of them...

#jinana lore #ask memes answered #fawngz #thanks for asking!

[ponkho]

Dimitry's Notes

because I need it and because Lore

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There's 5 gods in the Continent + Aunt

Darrleeyia (she/her)

Silver (he/him)

Yohan (he/they)

Makani (they/them)

Morgan(a) (any pronouns)

Aunt Amber (she/her)

The Continent doesn't have a name but people from the Continent itself call it "Dasihanigan" (literally, it's just the names of the gods mashed together like potatoes lol)

People from outside call Dasihanigan "the lost continent". (They're not actually lost but-)

Maxwell was a gif from the god of nature and spring, Yohan, to Dimitry.

Maxwell is not a real Red panda. But he changes his appearance to fit the world outside of his land.

The gods never say their first name, they prefer to forget it and look only to the future.

All the gods represent some kind of magical element. like:

Darrleeyia: fire

Silver: Ice

Yohan: Nature (earth)

Makani: Wind

Morgan(a): water

Silver and Dimitry never got along very well.

When Dimitry came to Dasihanigan Darrleeyia called a meeting with all the gods to know what they would do to the kid. 3 gods decided to keep him in the Continent and Darrleeyia would raise him as her apprentice and son. Silver was the only one who disagreed.

Dimitry had the whole village befriend him in just 5 days.

When Dimitry was bored he used to mount a horse and run around in the fields

Dimitry used to play a game called "catch the lantern" with the other kids of the village of Darrleeyia's territory.

"Catch the Lantern" was a game were all the kids had a staff and the one who starts the round uses the lantern in their belt, the objective is catch the lantern with the staff and stay with it as much time possible. Each minute that pass with someone that has the lantern in their staff gets 2 points, to win they have to gain 20 points, when you catch the lantern you get 1 point, when you lose the lantern to someone else you lose 1 point. The person who starts the round with the lantern in the belt doesn't lose or gain any points when the lantern is taken from them. (I don't have idea if this kind of game exists, bcs I had this idea in a dream)

The Continent has territories:

-Darrleeyia's territory is a golden field, her castle stays in the middle of the village.

-Yohan's territory is a forest with a secret village in the middle of it, Yohan doesn't have a castle, in fact, he lives in a tree.

-Makani's territory is on floating islands. Makani lives in a cave on a mountain of one of the floating islands of their territory

- Morgan(a)'s territory is on a underwater city for all the sea creatures, from a mermaid to a little starfish. She lives on a cave close to the city.

Dimitry had a best friend called Diana.

Diana was also his first love :3c

Darrleeyia has a sister called Amber.

"Aunt Amber" on Dimitry's vocabulary.

Darrleeyia has a phoenix as a familiar and usually asks the bird to watch over Dimitry when he lived there.

Aunt Amber used to explore the world and usually came by to Dasihanigan to keep in contact with her sister, in one of the visits she met Dimitry and when he was old enough he went on a adventure with her.

Aunt Amber did not die with the plague on Vesuvia. Before the plague even was there she decided to find a new city for her and Dimitry explore together, but when she came back he was already dead.

Amber and Dimitry would stay away from Dasihanigan for 6 Phoenix crossings (6 years basically)

Silver had a vision that Dimitry died on that adventure, and he was right.

After Dimitry's death Amber stopped to explore and stayed on Dasihanigan with her sister.

Also after Dimitry's death: Silver became even more aggressive.

Every single ship who dared to enter the protection wall was killed on the most brutal ways by Silver.

Silver keeps heads and skulls of the adventurers who went too far in rocks close to the protection wall as a warning of what he's capable of.

The protection wall can stays up for 3 years before it's needed to redo the ritual.

After Dimitry's death, all the gods fell on depression and locked themselves on their castles/sanctuaries. The people are still trying to lift the spirits of the gods, even if just a little bit.

Every Phoenix crossing Darrleeyia is seen at the beach watching the waves. They say she still has hopes Dimitry's alive and will come back.

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This is just notes so probably some things will be changed here and there and I'll add more too. ┐( ∵ )┌

#apprentice dimitry #dimitry lore #oc lore #this is a stupid thing #but it's actually very helpful for me #I keep forgetting the name of the Continent lol

[chaptersofnow]

the youngest nieces of Celestia and Luna

Cozy Glow and Princes Ordomia

two relativity plot important characters to my next gens story lol

Bios under the cut.

Name: Cozy Glow Nickname(s): Age: 27 Pronouns: She/her Identity: Trans Lesbian crush/relationship: Dating Sweetie Belle Parents: Adoptive Aunts Celestia and Luna Sibling: Princess Ordomia Special Talent: Strategy Occupation: Personal Gaurd for Ordomia Location: Canterlot Likes: Chess, Telling people what to do, being in charge, doing what she wants to do, cute cakes Dislikes: unhygienic ponies, being made fun of Bio: After the event of Cozy Glows schemes to rid the world of magic forever failed instead of begin sent to tarturus she simple got away, hiding out and plotting. she still spoke to tirek in letters but beyond that was untraceable. Then when Discord brought her, chrysalis, tirek and sombra all together  they all together schemed to use friendship to do evil. Little did they realize that learning friendship actually, taught them friendship? like who would have guessed. So when the elements and all their friends showed up to save the day something about seeing the power of friendship, what it was capable of it changed something in them. they realized how close they had all become over the last months under the discords underlying lesson. So when twilight and her friends gave out a life line, a friendly hand they took it. Chrysalis would be reunited with her people, each to forgive one another and to grow. Tirek would learn reformation by starswirl and those who knew him and his brother personally. While Cozy Glow went to Cantorlot Castle with the princesses. Cozy still had some work, she  was ready to move forward but still had a tick of scheming in herself. often still getting into trouble. This was taught out of her by her new Aunts Celestia and Luna who home schooled the filly until she learned to behave. learning lessons on using the power and abilities you have for good, to work with others and make changes for the better. Twilight often visiting to continue teaching her friendship lessons like she learned at the friendship school. Cozy Glow more or less became a fine mare as she got older, learning the lessons she was taught well, continuing her friendships with chrysalis and Tirek and rekindling old ones like with the CMC and her classmates. a few years years into Cozy Glows time living at the castle the war against darkness happened, a final all out battle of the elements of harmony versus the Force known as darkness that corrupted ponies and creatures alike into dark evil creatures. Cozy Glow had once let herself be influenced by the Darkness but was lucky to not get infected by it like many have. With her new Knowledge and skills she took to the fight, against the wishes of everyone around her she snuck out. taking her armor and skills she was taught about being a knight she arrived to the fight to help. she was there when the war ended when all the creatures of darkness were released from its influence and the entity 'defeated'. They all say defeated, they shot a big friendship laser and the darkness wasn't there when the smoke cleared. However Cozy Glow hadn't been so sure. She didn't say anything when it happened, everyone was so happy they had won. But when the smoke still spur thick in the area in the spot where the darkness was shot down, Cozy Glow swore she saw two blue eyes look right back at her before it seemed to disappear with the smoke in a gust. She decided it was a trick of  her eyes, the fear and adrenaline from the fight getting to her. she chose to celebrate with everyone else. everyone was peaceful and normal for only a month, that's what Ordomia showed up. A small Alicorn filly, just about Cozy Glows Age maybe just a few years younger at most.a wonky horn, curly purple hair and those blue eyes. the way the silently looked at Cozy Glow gave her the shivers. No one knew where the could have come from, there had only been two recorded alicorn births in the past 1000 years and they had both been off springs of alicorns. Alicorns used to be made by the first but when she passed away an Alicorn could only be made from another alicorn  once deemed worthy which could happen in many ways, but it just didn't seem possible for a filly as young as herself to be able to achieve alicorn status, nor did any of the current alicorn has anything to do with her. their was just no way to explain where she came from. Except, Cozy Glow might know. She kept her mouth shut, she didn't know how she would even say it or what it meant or if she was even right. it was a wild concept but, so was this alicorn. Cozy Glow believed that she came from the darkness. After test and study from twilight and the other she couldn't find anything saying the quite alicorn filly was dangerous, she didn't speak beyond nods and shakes, she didn't seem to know who she was or where she even was. the princesses allowed her to stay in the castle under watch for now. Cozy Glow was put on duty to watch over the young filly. She ended up being the first pony she spoke to, When Cozy Glow told her she was leaving her shift, asked the filly if she wanted anything. She got a reply, something she didn't expect. So she got her what she wanted, some water. They begun to talk, the alicorn again iterates she doesn't remember anything or where she came from. Cozy Glow tells her how she feels being in the castle, a new how you've never been to before. they talked forever, and by the end of his Cozy Glow decided she didn't think the alicorn was dangerous she just seemed scared and alone. they were friends and Cozy would stay by her side, and by her side she stayed as she became her official personal guard. They named her Ordomia, later earning the title of Princess as she showed great dedication to learning the responsibility of being an alicorn with her powers. being known for being able to change things, bring balance to them making sure everything ran smoothly. Its years of the two of them growing up side by side in the castle together with their aunts and growing family. Until the Queen Erroria Situation happened. Watching the mare she called her sister twist and change into that of a monster bent on destruction she questioned if she was wrong to have never said anything. now with ordomia back Cozy Glow has made a wall and kept her distance from Ordomia unsure if she can trust her again.

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Name: Ordomia Nickname(s): Queen Erroria Age: 25 (Maybe) Pronouns: She/her Identity: Bi Girl crush/relationship: Crush on Spike Parents: Adoptive Aunts Celestia and Luna Sibling: Cozy Glow Special Talent: Changing thing, physical objects, memories, ect Occupation: Princess, dignitary Location: Canterlot Likes: Helping, Purple, Stickers, cute band aids Dislikes: bright lights, flashing lights, crowds Bio: The Alicorn princess who appeared out of no where. thats what she had been known as across equestria, the young filly alicorn who appeared out of no where in cantorlot. She didn't have any memories to call her own, not a name or anything. she couldn't explain how she got there or why she was the way she was. she was poked and prodded by everyone and their mother trying to figure out what she was or her origins to no avail. Like she appeared out of thin air. And to be fair, she kind of did. Little no anyone, including herself's knowledge she was a vessel for what was left of Darkness. After the final big was of the elements versus Darkness's last surge of power to try and take over it was defeated. believed to have been blasted out of existence. No one saw the small wisp of darkness hurry off in the smoke. This strand of darkness coddled  itself for awhile until it was strong enough, it took shape. Using all it had to turn itself into that of what appeared to be a young teenage alicorn filly, an irresistible target to bring right into the castle, and it worked. The filly had no idea that deep inside itself it harbored a evil, but she walked around for years with the princesses, their elements of harmony and many others who had been affected or have hurt the Darkness. It swelled and grew in power until it was suitable enough for a take over. The tragedy went down one night at a dinner for the family and many other important figure heads who could make it, they were celebrating a good year in equestria and the growing connections they were making with creatures and lands outside of equestria. it was a wonderful night, Ordomia sat beside her best friend and sister Cozy glow, Celestia to her other side who was giving a lovely speech. It was sudden, this weird obsession that suddenly came over Ordomia, like the twitch she gets when she needs to make this right, to fix it. Watching her Aunt Celestia stand tall next to her speaking proudly. Princess Twilight  across the table with her kids looking up proudly at the Sun alicorn who was once her teacher. she couldn't stop thinking about how twilight didn't have her friends with her right now, family dinner, only a few ponies here. Cozy Glow asked her what was wrong noticing that her sister had grown terribly quiet, wide eyed not looking away from twilight. It took over the form of Princess Ordomia. The Darkness, it took her form and changed her. Luna who was all to familiar with what she was seeing yelled for everyone to run but it was too late, the walls were changing rapidly like slot machine images there wasn't any way to escape. Ordomias dark form emerged, Queen Erroria. a tall make out of darkness, corruption and a taste for revenge. She was no longer Ordomia, the soft spoken kind princesses was gone from her mind. after having her bad guy speech Queen Errora disappeared with all the alicorn princesses, young and old. Cozy Glow and Scroll flame were quick to act, looking for help. in cantorlot Splat and her friends and family where celebrating on their own as Happy Daze and Splats combined birthday party was happening. they asked if they would be able to get their parents, disocrd or anyone because they needed help they needed the elements or anything to stop Queen Erroria. They contacted their parents but many wouldn't be able to get their any time soon, far away at work or ect. as well as having to be honest and say, after the big war happened the elements left them, they no longer had control over then because with darkness gone the elements could rest again. Beside if twilight is missing how were they meant to use them anyways. this didn't stop the their kids and friend. Happy daze, Splat, Voyage, Bunny Hop, Majesty and Scroll flame went after Queen Erroria themselves along with Cozy Glow. When they confronted Erroria, a being made of darkness's obsession to get revenge on the princesses and elements was approached by Cozy Glow who tried to make her remember who she was and that she was hurting her family who she knew she loved. Watching Cozy Glow plead with Erroria, and Erroria showing signs of guilt in her face, Happy Daze also step forward to talk to Erroria. all of them reminding Erroria that this wasn't her, she was Ordomia the Princess who loved her family and worked hard to make sure everything was right and ok. she was their friend and a good princesses, this wasn't her, it was just a parasite clouding her mind. this lead to the Elements reawaken, claiming Happy Daze and her friends as the new elements and saving Ordomia. it removed all the darkness out of Ordomia, at the cost of setting it free back into the world. Ordomia is grateful for the help the Chapters of Now gave her, but tends to avoid them now they have moved into the castle. she feels awkward about begin evil and all. Also in honesty its been hard for her to get back into the swing of things, Cozy Glow might have been one of the ponies there for her when she was Erroria but she has been distant since they got back home. Avoiding spending time with her when she isn't on duty watching over her. Acting less like a protector and more as a guard waiting for her to take the wrong step. Princess Ordomia wants to work to patch up the bonds and trust she has broken with the ponies she cares about.

#mlp #next gen #cozy glow #princess ordomia #princess erroria

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Again, no Beta, barely proofread, gotta go to sleep! Stupid work! I want to start Chapter 3 so I can finally get working on dialogue! lol Anyway....

Beast and the Princess - An Entrapdak AU

Chapter 2

Kadroh had lost all track of time. It was still easy enough to count clicks, of course, but without a Horde data pad to perform the necessary calculations it was too difficult to convert the planet’s light cycles to Imperial reasoning. He had been within the castle walls for five darkening periods, but in his current state he had no way of understanding exactly what that actually meant.

The Beast had offered what appeared to be a modified native data pad, but he found it too confusing to even contemplate. When provided with analog marking materials he attempted what he could remember, but gave up after it only produced tears.

Kadroh was not proud of himself in this time, but at least could take solace in the fact that none of his Brothers would ever know of his shame.

The Beast, incomprehensibly, had been nothing but gracious to him. It had taken the time to request what native foods he found palatable and had by some magic procured them.

By Prime’s light, the situation was so terrifying that he had come to believe in the native magic. No logical process could properly explain this castle, nor its Beast, otherwise.

The bizzare creature had, in general, a sensible form - two lower limbs, two manipulator limbs, a standard exemplified by Prime and the Brothers and seen replicated often throughout known space. But Kadroh hesitated to use the terms “legs” and “arms,” for the creature rarely used them as such; instead, most interaction with the world appeared to be through the Beast’s vast amount of purple - again, “hair” seemed too wrong a word to apply. Whatever it was that flowed dozens of paces in length from the Beast’s head, fine strands that seemed stronger than titanium yet infinitely flexible, capable of far too much independent movement for Kadroh to comprehend. Its face appeared featureless, no mouth despite the creature’s ability to verbally communicate, and while in other circumstances he might have found familiarity with the glowing eyes in context their unblinking nature was unnerving. Compounded with the lack of ears, it was utterly impossible to imagine what the Beast was thinking at any moment.

Its actions were no less reassuring. One hectoclick, it was pleasant, proclaiming the Brother a guest within the castle and free to roam as he pleased. All he had to do was make a request of the primitive mechanical servants throughout the halls, and they would serve him to the best of their limited ability.

But the Beast also clearly stated a refusal to allow Kadroh to leave. It seemed quite unconcerned with the very literal traps that spanned every hall he had thus discovered, merely reminding him that if he had trouble the servants would aid him.

Kadroh had spent as much time as he could attempting to find a logic to the castle, a means of exit. This became harder as time passed, as no logic could be found. The same door, from a room he had not left, would open at different times to different hallways. While a few rooms possessed windows to the outside, all of them were out of reach to the Brother and too small to be used for escape even if accessible. All they could do was mock him with the passage of time and light from the outside world, while he remained trapped within a labyrinth that changed every time he turned around.

The servants brought him plenty of clear water, which was good; he would have been in danger of dehydration, from the amount of crying he had come to do.

The Beast had offered him clean clothes at one point, which he had initially refused; the white Horde uniform with the familiar brand was the only comforting thing he had within this building of horrors.

But when he woke from an exhausting sleep after this request, a clean facsimile of his uniform lay beside him. The materials were strange, neither Horde nor what he had encountered from the natives, but of a surprisingly close texture to his own, and visually it was perfectly identical.

The next time he awoke, having changed into the offered clothes, he found his original uniform provided refreshed and folded neatly.

Kadroh briefly suspected the Beast was performing so illogically on purpose, alternating useful and obstinate, but even that did not appear consistent with its actions. It seemed honest in its offers of kindness, and strangely pleased every time he appeared to accept them. The Beast just seemed - unable to comprehend why Kadroh would wish to leave, or why the castle itself pained him. It also seemed to spend most of its time enthralled in its own projects, which it readily - if confusingly - explained to him at length if he happened upon the Beast while working upon one.

In truth, he was becoming strangely fond of the Beast, in a way. Its fixations and enthusiasm towards its projects reminded him painfully of his brother and Hordak’s never ending experiments.

This did not change his frantic desire for freedom, however. Nor made his slowly growing resignation to remaining trapped painful and horrifying.

Kadroh had begun to contemplate if he would go insane first, or simply die, when the halls of the castle boomed with a familiar voice in a familiar cadence.

“I wish to speak to the master of this building, and the captor of my brother.”

Author’s Notes

More timekeeping! One click is one millionth of a Revolution; this brings it to about half a second. A hectoclick is 100 clicks, a little under a minute. Kiloclick is also commonly used in the Horde, about 10 minutes. There is no hour equivalent; you just measure kiloclicks until you get to a Revolution.

None of this matters in the slightest, it just didn’t make sense for Kadroh to be doing all his time keeping with a solar-based cycle.

And if anyone’s noticed the use of pronouns, that will be addressed in the future! I had a bit too much fun creating headcanon for this silly little AU, if you haven’t already noticed! :P

#i had so much fun describing beast entrapta from kadroh’s perspective #can you tell? #beast and the princess #entrapdak au #beauty and the beast au #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #wrong hordak #kadroh #my writing #fan fic #fan fiction

[eien-no-gakusha]

Tamamo no Mae (玉藻の前) Character Analysis

Been playing Onmyoji for a while now (think Pokemon but in ancient Japan) and while not expecting any depth from a mobile game, I was quite intrigued by the character Tamamo-no-mae.

In legend, Tamamo-no-mae was a nine-tailed fox demon who transformed into beautiful & historically famous courtesans and concubines to infiltrate the Imperial Court of ancient Asian empires and bring their ruin.  It’s a cool myth to embellish and explain the fall of actual dynasties (basically, blame the woman lol).  Who wants a boring lecture on economics and ecology when you can enjoy the epic tale of Helen of Troy, right?

Now I can’t confirm the game developers intentionally designed the character to be so layered but either way, the character turned out intriguing.  They not only turned Tamamo-no-mae from evil blood-thirsty bitch to complex villain (well, they might be an anti-hero soon), but they also created a truly gender-neutral character!

The modernization of Tamamo-no-mae is unsurprising given how nearly every popular myth, legend, or fairytale around the globe has been retold to suit modern sensibilities.  Contemporary audiences expect well-rounded characters with relatable motivations, more complex backstories, and overall new experiences in even fanfiction and…mobile games.  Even writers and storytellers of old Edo updated and merged Tamamo with other famous fox spirits to suit contemporary tastes.  Hence, she is also Daji (1), Kayo (2), and many more as well as her original incarnation as the favorite courtesan of Emperor Toba of Japan who cursed him with illness.  

So now Tamamo-no-mae has a tragic past to explain why she is out to destroy Kyoto, at least.  After all, modern audiences with more feminist views would probably be less impressed with a character who is just evil for evil’s sake nor would they accept the explanation that yin (the feminine) is evil or not compatible with the human world.  But audiences now certainly love more explicitly explained motivation and tragic romances so it is only natural that the writers of Onmyoji concocted this backstory to cater to their players.

What is most intriguing to me is how gender-fluid Tamamo-no-mae turned out to be.  Officially listed in the Shikigami rosters as male he expresses overt feminine traits in his current incarnation and even biologically switches genders.  Therefore, I tend to label to Tamamo in the Onmyoji game with male pronouns.  In-game, Tamamo-no-mae has both male and female official skins despite being labelled as male in-game no matter how slutty his outfits get and how big his boobs get.  

In the current timeline, he has taken female form as a courtesan and is living up to his namesake.  He seems to perform very comfortably as a she and as a classic fox spirit.  But never in his conversations with the protagonist Seimei does he falter or visibly reacts when referred to as a man while in this form.  One can say in the present game timeline, he is so comfortable with his gender identity that he associates as both.

Now, traditionally, no matter what gender a fox is they are considered a feminine creatures so any fox spirit would be more inclined to take a female form and maneuver the world through intelligence and  manipulation.  Hence, they are renowned as seductresses and trickster spirits.  So the biologically male Tamamo-no-mae turning into a chick and dressing up as a courtesan to burn Kyoto to the ground in and of itself is not revolutionary at all.

However, the character’s attitude towards gender identity is complicated to say the least.  When he falls in love with a priestess, he presents himself as male to court her and have children with her.  Upon the death of his lover he transforms into a woman (specifically in her image) so he may care for their children.  It’s implied his children were very young when their mother died so he automatically took the form of a woman to breastfeed and provide a maternal figure, who he thought more vital for development, for his children.  On one hand, Tamamo adopts stereotypical gender roles but he is able to switch between them without any qualms without elevating or feeling particularly attached to either gender.  One can even say gender is not particularly important to his identity with how much he shifts back and forth while prioritizing other matters like romance, the family unit, and revenge.  Yet, it can be argued that gender roles are very important to him since he adopts them for specific purposes like courting and child-rearing.  (I’m sure being able to magically change biological sex is very helpful in this case but I digress)

Or perhaps, it’s simpler to say Tamamo-no-mae does whatever they want.  He’s a strikingly interesting character nonetheless!

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(1) Concubine of Emperor Zhou of Yin Dynasty who corrupted her lord husband and brought a reign of terror upon China until the Mandate of Heaven passed to Zhou Dynasty.  Her possession by the fox spirit (& actual handmaiden to Niwa so is she THAT evil?) also explains her personality split before & after entering Court. (2) Concubine of Banzoku who seduced her husband into massacring his people

#玉藻の前 #tamamo no mae #Onmyoji #meta #my meta #my ramblings #onmyoji game #my thoughts

[callsignbaphomet]

Asani and the impact on the land: chinipaka and juapaka

{Ok so for reference’s sake this was sitting in my notes for a long time and I was slowly adding in more information until I felt it was complete enough. This is just part one since Asani had an enormous impact on the land they slithered into and made their home in. The other parts will involve flora and the earth itself, magic and even Sanaa’s people the Nyota tribe. There’s even a part on Asani themself but I’m still fleshing things out with them as the Nyota see him as a threat but another tribe sees her as a benevolent goddess that the Nyota was trying to destroy.

*They, he, she. None of my Makers have a gender or even view it the same as people see it. Hell, hardly any of them have names safe for a few, Asani, being one of them. The name was given to him by the Nyota people and he just accepted it. To the other tribe they appear as a goddess named Chausiku. So no pronoun for these beings is wrong.}

Once Asani, at the time nameless, arrived on Earth, specifically the continent of Africa, they walked the land looking for a place to hide from the sun's gaze. They hid so they'd never have to look at the sun ever again. This was not due to any weaknesses but out of sheer arrogance and shame. Having lost a battle with dozens of Makers and exiled they felt humiliated and angry. Once they found shelter within a cave they swore vengeance and that they would grow powerful enough to destroy the sun and the day time and would usher in a world of eternal night where the stars and the moon would never be outshun.

To regenerate power Asani went into a cave and dug. They dug for months until the cold of the deep Earth made them feel at ease, until the darkness was so thick that the stars in their head could shine bright once again. Before their sleep they crafted an animal taking inspiration from the animals that called the land their home.

Chinipaka:

The chinipaka are cat like in appearance. They're active during the night and sleep during the day but they might venture out during the day if there is a heavy storm that they can sense will last hours if not all day long as they avoid the sun like their creator does. Many people use sightings of these creatures during the day as a way to tell how the weather will be for the day. An adult chinipaka can be between 20-25 inches tall and weigh anywhere between 30 to 40 pounds. They're incredibly noisy making sounds that resemble a bad mix between meowing and a roar and have been known to chirp loudly. Their fur is a dark gray blue while the fur around their necks is black. The three thin limbs protruding from their manes are feelers. The tip of these 3 feelers has a bioluminescent bright blue glow which activates when in use. The chinipaka are completely blind and use these feelers to "see" which is when they glow indicating that they are tracking prey or checking their enviroment. Their sense of smell is second only to a werewolf's, their slim bodies are flexible and agile thanks to their hypermobility though the creatures don't suffer any of the negative side effects that humans with hypermobility might. This flexibility means they can contort their bodies in unsettling ways and can squeeze into any area they so choose. They make their homes in caves or in underground tunnels they dig. If one is brought out into the sunlight it'll desperately try to dig and bury itself until dusk. Their fur is soft but their manes are even softer, the Nyota people use their fur and manes to craft clothing though the manes along with the three feelers are exclusively used by warriors. After death the tip of the feelers will continuously glow though not as intensely, no one is sure why. Chinipakas have eyes though they remain closed as they have no need of them. They have been observed opening them to reveal strange eyes that lack any irises or pupils. They open their eyes rarely but when they do the creatures turn stoic and stiff and refrain from making any sounds. What is actually happening is that Asani is looking through their eyes using them as a type of mobile security camera which is why they were created in the first place. However, this was only theorized by the Nyota people (was proven correct). The cat like creatures have a life expectancy of 18 years. They grow rapidly; at 4 months a chinipaka is fully grown and mature enough to breed which they do a lot of with litters being anywhere between 16 and 20. With a gestation period of a month that means they reproduce impossibly fast so people have to cull their numbers and at times it's almost impossible to keep the population in control. Aside from overpopulation and Asani's use of them the creatures are pests. They're omnivores and will eat anything and everything. They'll target cattle as well as crops and have been known to ravage entire fields overnight though thankfully they only feed once a month but they feed a lot in that one night. They don't have a taste for human and non-human flesh but they will and have been known to attack unprovoked. Despite their size a lone chinipaka can be formidable and can and have killed grown people. Their claws and fangs are deadly but a pack is a dangerous threat. Aside from claws and fangs their saliva will turn into an acidic concoction that's full of toxins and bacteria when they attack. The saliva enters the victim through the injuries caused by their claws and fangs and can kill a full grown healthy human adult in 2 to 3 hours. Aside from using their fur people use the oils from these creatures' fat. The oils have dozens of medicinal properties and is used to cure the venomous saliva. The hard bones are sturdy enough to be used as tools while their saliva is used as potent poison. Their eyes and blood have magical properties and are used in abundance by arcanists.

Sub-species of the chinipaka: Juapaka

As people have always been people they'll find some way to pet any animal (I just called myself out lol), supernatural or not. The chinipaka are no exception to this rule. Enter the juapaka. This is a sub-species of the chinipaka. This sub-species occured after people domesticated several chinipakas, through generations the creatures changed due to their life style. Juapakas are still mostly active at night but can be seen roaming about in the middle of the day. These are also completely blind but unlike their close relatives they have no eyes. Another difference is that they also rely heavily on hearing, not just their feelers. Their fur is a shiny dark brown while the mane is still black. However, the fur on their body is a tad coarse and the mane isn't as soft and silky as their wild relatives. The juapakas are sturdy, have a relatively strong bite, are fast runners though not anywhere near as flexible as the chinipaka. These also lack any lethal bacteria in their saliva which makes them an appealing pet though they're mostly used as a type of "guard dog". Juapakas and chinipakas DO NOT GET ALONG so juapakas will alert humans and non-humans when chinipakas are around. They can also sense Asani's presence and when they're influencing the land or is trying to do something. But just like their cousins the critters become very active when there's some astronomical event happening (lunar eclipse, shooting star showers, comets and so forth). They mature and breed exactly as their cousins so people keeping them as pets or working pets need to monitor them or else they get overrun very easily. They eat as much as chinipakas which is a major downside to keeping one. However there are still people who are suspicious of the creatures and would prefer not to keep them as pets. This is more of a personal thing but people usually respect someone's wishes not to be near the animals.

#Legion tag #Asani tag

[percyignatius--weasley]

Percy Weasley: The Basics

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Pat

AGE (must be 18+): 21+

PRONOUNS: she/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I can check in once a day and I can peek at work!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Percival Ignatius Weasley – obviously goes by Percy lol

BIRTHDATE: August 22

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male

GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual – though Percy doesn’t know or think about this much because how could he? He’s a damn workaholic

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Press Secretary to the Minister of Magic

HOUSING: Percy lives… with his parents.

SOCIAL STANDING: He’s in Shacklebolt’s good graces, but that doesn’t mean much in the wizarding community; Percy’s just as useless as the Ministry had been all through the years. It didn’t help that he volunteered himself to literally everything the Ministry needed to get done, so people only ever associated him with anything and everything Ministry related. The name Weasley didn’t help him much either; while his family was lauded as war heroes, Percy has been the face of the Ministry itself having thrown himself as much as he could into his work. He may just be better off calling himself Weatherby at this point.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES: +Duelling, +Transfiguration, +Potions (he knows so much about cauldron bottoms guys), -Flying, -Care of Magical Creatures, -anything outside the scope of school and work, -maintaining a social life

STRENGTHS/FLAWS: +organized, +careful, +ambitious, -short-sighted, -stiff, -passive-aggressive

CHARACTER HISTORY:

FAMILY BACKGROUND -

It wasn’t that Percy ever felt unloved, but it was obvious that his parents were stretched thin. He often touted himself as the most well-behaved of the bunch, doing his fair share of the chores – and often just taking over someone else’s because they couldn’t do it the way Molly wanted it done. Or perhaps, though no one thought this ever to be the case, he cared enough about his siblings to let them play Quidditch just for an hour longer if it meant that he had to do dishes. Even isolated at Hogwarts, the pressure to take care of his family didn’t let up: Merlin knows what Bill and Charlie were getting themselves into, and at least Percy could owl home good news of his top marks in his classes. He felt like he were an extension of his parents once his younger siblings started to attend school, though his attempt to nudge his siblings towards much more mild-mannered endeavors had been futile the day Fred and George stepped onto the train. At least with his coursework and leadership duties he could focus on what he could do right – and at least his siblings always managed to keep themselves whole, even if they didn’t take his well-intentioned advice.

LIFE DURING THE WAR -

With his first job out of school, Percy figured out why his family was struggling: no one seemed to care about moving upwards. Somehow the realm of possibilities had been lost to everyone but Percy, with him quickly realizing that he could outearn his own father within a few years. Clearly he was on the path to become one of the influencers, eager to get shit done right. He had never asked for much from his family, but being part of it was just too thankless of a job compared to the pride he got out of being in the room where it happened. Even after Voldemort’s return, Percy had difficulty finally admitting that he had been wrong. At least Rufus Scrimgeour kept him busy enough that he didn’t have the time to think about it, and even under Pius Thicknesse he didn’t initially understand how grave this mistake was going to be. Ambitious as he was, Percy wasn’t deaf to the muggleborns dragged across the atrium. The most he could do… was what he could do best: keep himself out of trouble and out of suspicion, already made difficult by the fact that all of his family members were painted blood traitors even before Voldemort had returned. Work was no longer engaging, though it took him until that last battle to figure out why: he had always been the one to want to do better and there was no way that was going to happen if he stayed passive.

LAST THREE YEARS -

Doing better didn’t stop his brother from being killed. Most of Percy’s thoughts were obsessed with convincing himself that he had been doing everything right, given the circumstances he had been in. But wasn’t he the one who got himself stuck in that position to begin with? Regardless, Kingsley Shacklebolt gave him something of a promotion, if only for the meticulous quality of work Percy had been able to provide to Fudge and Scrimgeour. Percy’s insistence to be constantly working was his self-imposed atonement – though it was completely lost on him that his critical thinking skills should be used for something aside from Ministry work and that his obsession with work was the whole reason he was trapped within Voldemort’s regime during the war. Perhaps it was because putting the Ministry back to its former glory (if it even had one) – or at least trying to tell everyone that was what was actually happening – was busy, tiring work, but Percy felt like there was no next step for him past this post, no new milestone to get to the next promotion because there wasn’t one; press secretaries didn’t become department heads. Certainly being Kingsley Shacklebolt’s press secretary didn’t save him from the disrespect he faced when trying to exercise a little bit of authority. And he wasn’t sure how many times he had apologized to his family either, but the Burrow had eventually become quiet once he was convinced that no amount of apology could remove the sorrow from Molly’s face and the disdain from Arthur’s. At least they both got the peace of mind that one of her children returned home every day, though Percy wasn’t sure how comforting his presence actually was; he was the one who couldn’t save Fred. Percy was considered unworthy to stand where he did in every aspect of his life: his family tolerated his presence out of obligation and his work was literally a dead-end job since no one could be convinced that the Ministry was capable of doing anything.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Christmas has always been about family, until it wasn’t. Percy spent two Christmases by himself until after the final battle, but at that point he was well moved in back at the Burrow anyway. But with Fred gone and his parents doing their best to try to establish something normal, the holiday was more about going through the motions of opening gifts and Christmas dinner. Percy never took his Christmas jumper for granted, at least not anymore. As a matter of fact, he’s had his party outfit ready for weeks. Wasn’t he the one who sent the owls with the invitation to that ragtag DA and wasn’t he the one who dealt with the press involved and wasn’t he the one who organized everyone into their very specific tasks? He was known for his attention to detail and his care of the minutiae, so of course this new project was entrusted to him – or rather, it would be pried out of his cold, dead hands before anyone else fucked it up. This celebration had to go well – otherwise, how else could Percy prove his competence? The opportunities to move beyond the hopeless career of convincing an entire country to put trust in a once-corrupt government were few and far between nowadays. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. But he knew who was on the guest list and he was already hyperaware of how everything could go wrong.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: I’m open to all ships, and I’m not very picky – but Percy definitely is! We’ll see where it goes.

CHANGES: None yet! Unless there’s a significant Weasley upheaval that requires anything major. If there’s stuff being planned out that maybe Percy had involvement in preparing, that’s fine with me!

FACECLAIM: Callum Turner (aka Hot Percy)

#bio #merry little hogwarts

[dyemelikeasunset]

Have you seen the new ARMS character?

I went and looked up some vids and there are actually a lot of new characters, wow!

I guess I’ll do a mini review of the cast because why not

Overall character critiques: starting with some negative criticisms first, I always find it a bit frustrating when there’s an egregious difference between the guy and girl characters. All the girl characters have visible faces and look generally human (aka on the prettier side). But there are only two human-looking guys, while the rest are either robots, creatures, or masked to the point where you can’t tell. I find this unbalanced and frankly unfair. I would love to see an ugly female character, or a masked one whose face isn’t visible. A heavy-set female character would probably be asking for too much but I’d want that more than anything.

I also get a bit put-off when half of the female characters need a tool or something else fighting for them. In this case, there’s the girl in the robot suit, and the girl with the magic hair. Yes two of the girls actually do fist-fighting like the male characters, but that’s…half of them. If there were a bigger number of the guy characters also using Other means of fighting (like if the robot cop was using only his robo-dog companion to fight, or if there was a sorcerer character who used magic to send out crystal balls or something), I wouldn’t be bothered. But in a lot of games– and I say this as a concept artist working in the industry– we often get people finding ways to include women in brawls without them actually using their hands. Because the implication is that women are weaker; that they have to use their legs instead (Chun Li from SF), they have to use robotic arms (Vi from LoL), they have to use magic (practically any Final Fantasy), etc etc etc. I’ve seen the excuse time and time again, I’ve been told specifically to design characters like that. Women are rarely allowed to just fist-fight, and it’s sad to see this same treatment in such a fun-looking game

Individual character critiques: I’m just gonna say it straight out, Min Min (the noodle girl) has quite a few racist tropes built into her. Japan has a history of making Chinese characters who are a specific combination of food themed kung fu masters. (off the top of my head, I can think of Shampoo from Ranma ½, and the Chinese boy from G Gundam). You can literally hear her yell “aiyah!” when she’s dodging, so don’t try to argue she’s “ramen therefore japanese” themed. I know what a Chinese anime trope looks like. I’m really disappointed even though she’s super duper cute. It’s less that she herself is horribly racist, just that she has a lot of undertones hardwired into her design.

This is generally a minor critique though, since she’s not objectified and sexualized in that typical way (Japan also has an awful history with Chinese women and it sneaks itself into their media much more than I care to count)

Generally she’s low on my list of “Japanese things that depress me” but it was definitely off-putting at first

I don’t know if this was translation error, but I didn’t like how the video I watched addressed Helix, the Goo dude with the DNA arms, as “this… ma..man…??” as if being gender-ambiguous was a punchline. And then immediately went on to keep using male pronouns on it. It was grating. He’s a whatever design, as far as fighting(ish) games go, like he’s a pretty typical Freak design, but the way the video treated him was not only unfunny, but cheap and lowkey offensive

Overall character praises: they’re all very colorful and distinct! I like the style of the game and all their outfits very much. The repeating spiral/spring elements are super fun, and I think there’s enough variation between each individual in both looks and gameplay to give the game some good variety. I love the glove customizations and each character’s different ways of moving. All things considered, though I do have a problem with the 100-foot-view of the female characters, the game does have a decent amount and they’re all super cool looking

Individual character praises: I love Ninjara the green ninja guy. I know I know. Who is surprised. But again, for a fighting(ish) game, ninjas are a STAPLE archetype, and it’s nice to see one who’s so unique and cool-looking. There is a lot of subtle wit in his design. Choosing chains for his arms was a nice nod to kusarigama! And I just…. I’m a sucker for his fucking shuriken ponytail. His glasses/goggles are visually witty in the fact they connect in chains around his head. Husband.

I also adore Twintelle, the hair girl. I know I complained about her hair being a “tool that fights for her,” but sometimes when it comes down to execution, it can work really well! I love that she is a darker skinned character, who is feminine but not forced into revealing clothes, who is ELEGANT and glamorous! Here is a situation that, while in a wider scope of character design can add to a bigger existing problem, in her individual case, it’s really great in fulfilling an AWESOME character power fantasy. Hyper-feminine, dark-skinned, elegant and super deadly all at the same time. Wife.

Kid Cobra is just downright cool. His animation really sells his style, the cool dancing mixed with skating, his serpentine body. It’s unique and definitely a more thought-out “freak” design than some of the others!

Overall roster score: 8/10. 

Some unbalance in gender issues, some insensitivity and negative tropes, but overall a fun, well-meaning, and stylish cast that obviously had a lot of thought put into them. With good color palettes and silhouettes, they all read cleanly on the playing field and have personality that lets you get attached to them

#long post /// #Anonymous #games