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axolotlicepop · 1 year

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Ok so i really like rottmnt, but i unfortunately only draw humans (and only recently started trying to draw mutants), which isn't too much of a problem, but it meant i drew human versions of the rise crew before i drew them in their full turtle glory. And with drawing them as humans, i came up with some bits of a story idea!

I've mostly just come up with the backstories and have some ideas for their growth as the story would progress, but it's been a while since I've even thought abt this au so it's highly unlikely I'll come up with much more of it.

Anyway! Basically the story ideas started as a "how would lou jitsu have four kids, only a couple years apart but also still have the vibe of being different species like in the show?". The answer? Different moms. That's right ladies and gentlemen, lou jitsu had a hoe phase in my au!

Lou doesn't know abt 3 of his sons (he knows abt mikey), but they all end up under his care for different reasons (which is where the story would start if it was an actual written story and not just random ideas mashed together).

I also feel like i need to warn ppl I'm a HUGE leo fan so most of my stories/ aus are focused on him or his parts are the most thought out.

Here's the actual background ideas:

Mikey:

Mikey never met his mom. She and lou were engaged and super happy when they found out she was pregnant. Unfortunately she died in childbirth. Lou did pretty well with dealing with his loss and becoming a new dad, but it was hard. Mikey did his best to cheer up his dad every chance he could, and even tried to cook for him! Everything was starting to get a bit better when all of the sudden, he has three new siblings. His father starts to spiril back into his depression. If Miley's being honest he's a little miffed that his new siblings made his dad worse, but he also doesn't understand why he's not just as happy as mikey is. Even so, he takes it upon himself to help everyone in his now much bigger family.

He's Lou's favorite, even if he doesn't mean to have favorites.

Mikey's mom was a tattoo artist and met Lou on a blind date. She has never had the same hair color for more than a month and loves bright colors. She's spunky and adventurous, mikey takes a lot after her, which is bittersweet for Lou.

Raph:

His mom was Lou's ex. They end up meeting a few years after they break up and have a fling. She's still in love with him, but he isn't. When she finds out she's pregnant she's kind of happy. She keeps the baby and tells him all about his amazing father. Years later she's sick and in the hospital. She calls Lou and asks him to help take care of her son. He agrees. Somehow the news gets out and soon after he has two women claiming he fathered their children... and they were telling the truth. He can't say yes to taking care of one child and not the others, that's bad for his image as a movie star and he can't bring himself to do it because of his morals, so he agrees.

Raph's mom isn't dead, but has been in the hospital for almost a year how and still can't take care of him.

Raph idolizes Lou and tries to be strong just like him. He's excited to learn he has younger siblings. He doesn't get why leo and donnie dont like being here, after all they're with the best man in the world! Lou gets depressed though, and raph won't lie, his opion on him changed. So raph does his best to be strong for his whole family, just like his idol from the movies! Even if he's different in real life.

Donnie:

Donnie's mom ran away from home senior year of highschool. She's very poor and lives in homeless shelters. She works all the time and drinks to cope. She and lou have one-night-stand and she can't afford abortion. She has the baby (she tries and fails to kill baby w/out hurting herself) and abandons him. She hears abt two women claiming lou jitsu is the father of their kids. She instantly recognizes him and forms a plan. She reclaims donnie, claiming she'd lost him and guilt trips lou into taking care of donnie and sending her money as compensation. She then leaves again.

Donnie hates his mother, and has a lot of trust issues. He's closed off and it takes a long time for him to open up. He's taken to playing by himself and tinkering around with whatever is in the house.

One of his foster parents had been a professor and gotten him interested in learing engineering and science.

Born the same day as leo (TWINS)

Leo:

Leo's mom is a new actress. She starts in cheesy flics, some of which being Lou jitsu's films. They get drunk at a cast party and they end up sleeping together. Later she finds out she's pregnant, but tries to play it off as her boyfriend's, but her sister (who also likes her bf and is very jealous of her) shows her bf evidence of her cheating. He leaves Leo's mom durring her 3rd trimester. Leo's mom is depressed and blames Lou and Leo by extension for her loss. She eventually turns to drugs and alcohol and neglects leo. He is mostly taken care of my nannys. He tries to be a good boy at first, but finds out acting out gets his mom's attention. This leads to him getting different nannies all the time. Eventually his mom gets so stressed and upset she overdoses. She doesn't die, but is seen as unfit to care for leo and taken away. His mom refuses to let him go into foster care or let her sister steal her baby away from her, so she tells them he's Lou jitsu's son.

Many of Leo's interactions with his mom when he lived with her were public appearances. She fussed over his looks and then just dragged him along to show off to all the other celebrities.

Here's a bit I'm a little stuck on what sex leo is born as, or if he's just intersex. It's not super important. The reason i bring it up is because no matter what, his mom raises him as a girl. Basically treats him as her own "mini-me" (think Nagisa from Assassanation Classroom). He's also going to be a trans man for this reason.

Leo is very protective of his mom and idolizes her. He tries to be just like her (especially the characters she plays in movies) as he grows up. He's obsessed with looks and is always looking for attention, even if it's negative.

Leo doesn't want to leave his mom, and acts out in hopes that, like is nannies, if he was bad enough he'd be brought back to his mom. It doesn't work though. After about a year or two his mom starts to visit him sometimes, only four times a year, since she's still unstable. But it helps.

He's very sensitive to drugs biologically and is at a high risk of getting addicted to most recreational drugs, so he needs to be careful.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #human au #rise raph #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise leo #fanart

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fruitysoupy · 3 years

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If Kurt was a dog person, he'd have an aussie 💖✨

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#I'm really happy with this one!#I mightve made his nose too long but eh he's still cute #I came up with a little backstory to this drawing and I'm excited to hear what yall think might be behind it #I'm thinking he's in rehearsals for a little off bway show and his character has a dog so to be helpful and to bond with his co-star he #Walks the dog before during and after rehearsals #To those who know me the dog will look very familiar #That's because he's my dog Benji 💖💖#I just feel like they'd get along #They have a lot in common believe it or not ahdhfhhfh #Anyway I hope you enjoy this piece! 💖💖💖💖💖#Kurt Hummel #Art #Fan art #Glee #glee i guess #reblogs are much appreciated #Benji #Making a tag for my son #Also please actually tell me your thoughts on like why he's with a dog I'd love to hear them <3

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obsessivelyloved · 2 years

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My guy the totally normal neighborhood au’s making me brain go NUTS I need MORE- (as long as you feel like it ahdjdnfjfnfj)

I am SO glad other people like this au because I've been going insane coming up with the story and Tord's backstory along with where the name Totally Normal Neighborhood comes in fndskfdsjfg. Since it takes me like Forever to get stuff out, have some Lore and a drabble of what's supposed to be part two <3

The Read More is because it got kinda long.

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- Tord served in the military and that piece of information will be important soon. And because I want this to be semi-realistic, he's like in his 30s when the au actually takes place. So entered when he was like 18 and was in there for a good amount of time.

-- Was what I will be calling a "common foot soldier" before his intelligence and great ability with creating things were noticed and he was switched/promoted to inventor/ scientist or whatever. Very, very good at what he does.

- And now for when that all comes in!!! He has his canon lab either under his house or a house in the middle of nowhere/the woods where he and his wife would go to when they needed a break from I guess the world. Though, I am leaning heavily on the first part so it fits in with the rest of the neighborhood. So basically, I only put him in the military so he could semi-realistically build his crazy as hell lab with the money he has piled up.

- Also I don't wanna do math rn so lets just say the amount of time he was in the military was enough and he retired/came home once he got a letter from his wife of their baby.

- alright skip to the yandere grief. and I think you know where I'm going with the lab thing sfjdsfhsfhsk. like four floors down in the lab, he recreated Edd's room, or tried his best to from how Edd described the stuff he owned the few times Tord came over, and keeps Edd in the lab. Once he gets rid of Edd's "kidnappers" (his real parents), he lets Edd out of the lab and into the house with some of his stuff moved.

And now! What I have for part 2 so far:

Tord would say that he’s never come to loathe a person as he has of the two of these awful people, but that would be a lie. These two do come close, though. Very close. It’d be wrong of him to not hate his son’s kidnappers. To not loathe them with every ounce of his being.

Lucky for him and he supposes, the couple, he’s very good at pretending. For his past and current line of work he had to be. So he sits in their poorly decorated living room, sipping tea on their couch. Laughing with them and playing this dreadful little game of small talk.

But many things are going right for Tord. Like the couple’s poorly disguised desperation for companionship, the want to fit into this neighborhood. It’s very much something that he can use, to twist the way he wants and receive information. Like of their darling son, Edd.

It was strange to hear his son’s accomplishments come out of another person’s mouth. To hear his passions and milestones come from someone who pretended to care. To pretend to be his actual parent.

Tord clenches the handle of his teacup and has to refrain himself from shattering it.

“Say, where is the little rascal?” he asks with a laugh. “I’d love to meet him. I actually brought him something, a part of the welcome present I brought the two of you.”

The woman, Sarah, seems to brighten up and melt into her spot on the couch a little.

“That’s so sweet of you!” she exclaims. She nudges her husband and tells him, “Isn’t it, dear?”

“Mhm-hm,” Hank agrees. “Very lovely. And I’m sure Edd will be excited for whatever it is.”

Hank gets to his feet and Tord feels his heart swell at the chance to get a closer look at his son.

“I’ll go get him. I’m sure he’s too busy drawing instead of unpacking.” Hank laughs and leaves the room.

Tord takes another drink of his tea to hide his grin. He really hopes these hot wheels will make do until he gets to know his son better. After all, he made them himself. The hot wheels will for sure be better than any boring little toy the boy’s kidnappers could have given him. Even if Paul told him he was being too extra.

#also it is important for me to tell you that in both my google docs and my heart is that this au is named Rip Nameless Wife #totally normal neighborhood au #platonic yandere #tw yandere #yandere tw #yandere #yandere tord #platonic relationships

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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28 years (1st pregnancy)- Yandere!Silva x Reader (tiny lime)

One of you lovies, requested to know what I think Silva acted like during the first pregnancy in 28 Years! I am currently working on part 3 of 28 years and should have it out sometime soon, but for now, here's the backstory of when Illumi was born! If you would like more from this vein, perhaps I'll just make 28 years into a full-blooded story!

Warnings; mention of blood, protective Silva, mention of adult themes from '28 Years', the struggles of pregnancy, mention of abusive behavior, hypersensitivity, surprisingly fluffy moments, a bit of ooc, Silva's depravity, creepy moments, ANGST, tiny lime moment, milk (women do produce it during pregnancy, after all), MORE ANGST, mention of depression,

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That night, after the female doctor checked you and confirmed you were pregnant, almost everything changed.

She had confirmed you were pregnant after her initial inspection and was promptly told to leave. Quickly following, you had fallen back into a fitful sleep, tired from your sudden sickness and the realization that you were carrying this monster's infant.

You woke up several hours later in your bed, feeling more well rested than you had in years. The room from the beginning had been rather sparsely decorated and had a few modest blankets over the slightly uncomfortable bed.

But now, everything was different.

The bed beneath you was unbelievably soft and plush. It was far more comfortable than it had been before, practically enveloping your body and supporting you. It was covered with a heavenly cloth that was what you assumed to be some kind of high-grade material that you could never afford. Many blankets and similar items had been added during your nap, and they now wrap around your figure comfortably.

Shelves, drawers, and other such things had been added to the room as well. You quickly noticed that all sharp corners and hard edges on the furniture had been sanded smooth. The hard floor had been covered with what looked to be unbelievably soft carpet.

It stunned you and you almost got up before voices came close, quickly pretending you were asleep, making sure to keep your breaths even.

"-stays comfortable. If I didn't know better, I would say you've become more than just interested in her, Silva."

"I told you from the first day she arrived, I have no intention of leaving or losing her."

"Your children are next in the Zoldyck line, so they should carry on the family business and name."

"I'm not losing her to anything, old-man. I'm not losing her to illness. I'm not letting her go. And I'm not losing her life for an heir."

"Her having your child proves she is yours and only yours, doesn't it?"

"..."

"That's what you want, isn't it? That's what you've wanted from the moment you first laid eyes on her. You've wanted her to belong to you, to love you, to worship you like you do to her. You want her to fear you enough to respect your authority, but refuse to actually lay a harmful hand on her. You need her like a drug so you refuse to let her go. You don't want to lose her? Then don't."

"..."

After another moment of silence, you heard the door to your room open for a moment before before gently closing, Silva likely checking in on you. It was odd, as he didn't usually show much concern for your desires or comfort. He would take you when he wished even if you didn't want him to, he always had that strong chain keeping you from being able to reach the door or window, he hardly cared if you wanted to leave or wanted him to leave.

But now it sounded like your captor showed more concern for you than he had initially let on. You had been so scared that he would truly kill you if you didn't obey, but Zeno is making it seem like Silva would never actually harm you like that. He likely needed you more than even he thought, so he refuses to bargain your health for anything.

"Fine. But I'm not taking contracts while she is pregnant."

"That's fine."

"And if it is between her life or the infant's, there is no question that I will choose for her to live. If she dies and the child lives, I'll kill it myself."

You shivered at the sudden dark tone that his voice had taken and you tried not to flinch or react when the door opened again. You couldn't hear the approaching footsteps but you continued your act, laying as still and relaxed as you possibly could. Just because you knew he wouldn't kill you now, doesn't mean you wanted to push him that far just to test it out.

If he thought you were resting, you may learn even more on how you might escape or what you could use to your advantage. For a moment you considered holding the life of the infant hostage, but it was clear he didn't care about the child enough to release you. That thought, however, quickly left your mind as you knew it wouldn't work and you didn't want to draw an innocent life into it.

The child may be of your captor, but an infant shouldn't bear the sins of the parent. If you really were stuck here, why would you ever allow the child to be hurt by your hands? No. As long as you could help it, your child will be safe from their dangerous father and will be protected in your arms.

The bed slightly slumped somewhere near your body as Silva sat down. You knew it was him from the moment the door had opened, but the slight trailing touch on your shoulder confirmed it. Silva barely allowed the female doctor to touch you, so of course he wouldn't let Zeno touch you.

"It seems you truly do care for the woman. At first it seemed that this was just lust, but that isn't it. You love this woman, don't you?"

"... Yes."

The sudden voice of Zeno almost made you jolt as it seems both assassins were in the room with you. Silva was closer to you, judging by the volume of his voice. Another soft touch on your shoulder slightly soothed you, as you were feeling more than a little starved for gentle contact.

You let yourself enjoy the moment, even if it was gentle affection from the man who destroyed your life. The continued gentle action made you actually slip into sleep, resting easy even with two killers nearby.

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You were around three months into your pregnancy and you almost felt like you were actually in a relationship with the terrifying man.

Almost.

You were still collared and your collar was still attached to a chain. You weren't allowed to go outside, no matter how many times or what way you asked.

Beyond that, however, Silva was more accommodating and gentle with you. He no longer took you against your will anymore, instead he held you close and had you sit on his lap. You weren't ecstatic about being forced to cuddle with him, but it was better than the alternative.

He spent almost all of his time with you, needing some kind of contact with you at all times. You faintly assumed it was his way of satisfying his need for you that didn't involve fucking you.

You were currently seated upon his lap, reading a book from the many he had left in the room for you. It was some kind of adventure book, but you weren't really paying attention. As you went to flip to the next page, a sudden pain in your abdomen forced you to drop it, letting out a light cry of pain.

"What? What's wrong? Answer me!"

You felt his form rigid beneath you, one of his hands on your thigh and the other on your stomach. You shook your head, getting your breath back from being so suddenly winded by the sharp pain.

"It's done... It's done..."

"What is?"

"The pain... It's gone..."

"What happened?"

Silva's voice was a low growl and his grip on your leg tightened slightly. He seemed more stressed than you were at that moment and you hesitantly rested your hands over his. At the warmth of your hands he slowly relaxed, frowning in displeasure.

"I don't know what happened. It's probably nothing."

"I'm having your doctor check you."

"I said it's nothing."

"And I say you are going to be checked. I already dislike the pregnancy, I'm not going to let you die and leave me because of it."

He moved to set you gently on the couch as he left to retrieve the kind doctor.

You almost wanted to sigh in displeasure at the idea. Though you appreciated your doctor you felt like you had seen her almost every day.

Her name was Kikyo and she served two roles at the Zoldyck estate. The first being your doctor, as she was well versed in medicine. The second being your decoy.

Apparently her family tried to set her up with Silva and quickly abandoned her afterwards. Zeno often refered to her with a cruel title, "that useless woman," as she was infertile. Her family had been slaughtered for daring to try and trick them, and only by her medical abilities was she saved from suffering the same fate.

Shortly after she arrived at the estate, Silva had brought you in as well. She was the only female there who had medical experience and so she was spared under the condition of playing her two roles.

As your doctor, she obviously took over your primary care. As your stand-in, she was the one who attended meetings and other things of the like to seem like she was married to Silva. Others only saw her and not you, meaning she would be targeted should anyone try to attack the family.

You had made a pact with her, that if anything should happen to you, she would take your child and run. She couldn't have children and you could never leave. You both suffered something and so, you both connected on a different level. Outside of other Zoldycks, she was the only one allowed to come see you.

She was an unlikely friend in your dark new life. You took comfort in her presence and she took comfort in yours. Though you two barely got to speak due to Silva's possessive behavior, you had both formed a near unbreakable friendship.

You looked up when the door opened once more, Silva entering followed closely by Kikyo. You kept a calm facade as you knew that Silva would become jealous should you show excitement upon seeing her, and you would rather not risk the life of your friend.

"What's happening?"

"Sudden sharp pain. It didn't last long, but it certainly was there."

"Centered around the stomach?"

"Yes."

You sat as still as possible, feeling Silva's eyes bore into you from across the room as Kikyo examined you. She gently lifted your loose shirt to prod gently at your stomach. You let out a small squeak of pain when she put light pressure in a certain spot, making her focus on that area.

"It just started today?"

"Yeah..."

"And localized around here primarily?"

"Yes."

"Hm... Might have to preform an ultrasound to see what's going on. Women are more likely to lose their child around the end of the first trimester at three months in. Could be the embryotic sack has been punctured, or it is just a simple pain of your body adjusting to the child. Regardless, it should be checked."

You nodded and she stood, looking over at Silva.

"Sir, I will need to retrieve the ultrasound equipment. Likely should do it soon since these pains can indicate something life-threatening to both her and the-"

"Stay here. I will send out others to retrieve it immediately."

Kikyo nodded and returned to kneeling in front of you, continuing her examination of your slightly swelling stomach. Silva paused at the door, only for a moment and looked back at you and Kikyo, his eyes cold as the darkest ice.

"If she dies or if anything happens to her, I will torture you for days on end and flay you alive. Understood?"

"... Yes, sir."

With that he left, closing the door behind him. You wasted no time in resting your hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a hug, both to comfort her and yourself.

"I wish he didn't threaten you, I'm so sorry..."

"It's not your fault. We were both thrown unwillingly into this life. We didn't choose this, it was chosen for us. I'm just glad I can help in whatever way I can."

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Five months in and you were already so sick of it. Sick of being stuck in a room. Sick of being told to sit down and rest. Sick of having cravings. All of it.

Pickles and chocolate sauce? Watermelon and pretzels? And damn it, you could barely remember things at times. SIMPLE things. And not to mention all of the tossing and turning because nothing was comfortable anymore.

And the mood-swings. Oh hell, the mood-swings. You can be happily pacing as you've taken to recently, but the moment Silva tells you to sit and rest you're sobbing hysterically or shouting at him. Your faintly surprised he hasn't retaliated or snapped at you. No, he just stays infuriatingly calm and holds you until you calm down or pass out.

It was surprisingly more comfortable to sit on him than the couch or bed, as the way you can lean back and still have support around your stomach did wonders for the back pain.

You leaned back against the warm chest behind you, wanting to just sleep and relax instead of pacing as you usually did. You were starting to slip into sleep when you tugged at your shirt, feeling a wet sensation on your chest.

You opened your eyes to snap at Silva for toying with you, but his hands were resting beneath your stomach. A small bit of confusion sparked in your tired mind so you reached up to examine your shirt. Indeed, there were two wet spots on your shirt.

Out of confusion and lack of caring, you lifted your top completely to examine your chest. To your surprise, white liquid was beading up on your breasts.

"What the hell..?"

Your question drew Silva's attention, making him lean forward to see what you were looking at.

"Seems you've started producing milk early."

"But... That isn't supposed to happen until right before the baby's born..."

"It can happen early... Sometimes months early."

One hand slowly trailed up your stomach, making you shiver in stress. His movement was so slow and sensual that you felt worried he would try something, seeing as he had left you alone for months now. You let out a soft whimper when he cupped your chest, thumb gathering the liquid.

He growled at your whimper, retracting his hand from you and licking the cream off of his thumb. His pupils were fully dilated and focused only on you. He was snapped out of his trance-like state when you protectively wrapped your arms around your stomach.

He stopped himself and frowned, letting his hands rest where they had been, the lust was clear in his eyes. It seemed to be ripping him to pieces to have to resist touching you. His eyes trailed to your stomach and you could have sworn you saw hate in them. When he spoke next, it was softer, gentler. Almost like a low croon.

"You know... I have no intention of sharing you with anyone. No one gets to touch you like I do and no one should even lay their eyes on you other than me. Do you know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?"

"..."

"I thought I had died and actually woke up in the afterlife. I don't believe in any of that, even if my great-grandfather does. But I honestly thought you were an angel."

"..what-?"

"From that moment I knew I had to have you. To hold you. To keep you in my arms. I knew I wasn't going to share you with anyone or let anyone take you from me. So I clipped your wings. Now my angel can't fly away from me. Now you're for my eyes only."

His low voice in your ear made a whimper escape your lips, very suddenly feeling unsafe in his arms. You slowly wrapped your arms around you, moving your hands beneath his, not wanting him to touch your stomach anymore.

His eyes flickered for only a moment, to you stomach and then back at you, a displeased look in his eyes. You began to feel more attached to the life growing within you, now wanting to keep both you and your child safe from the man who claimed to love you.

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Eight months.

Eight long months.

You've begun to notice how Silva has been acting more and more aggressive than usual. He is becoming visibly irate whenever he looks at your stomach, seeming to dislike how he had to leave you alone. He was antsy, he was impatient, he wanted nothing to do with the impending arrival of the infant.

It was only now that you realized what could happen to you. Silva already disliked the child and he had spoken many times about refusing to share you. The child you have been trying so hard to protect would be taken from you.

You just knew it. He would never let you keep your baby.

You began to refuse to let him touch your stomach. You refused to let him hold you. When you would sleep, you did so on your side, facing away from him.

Your actions seemed to bother him in a whole new way. At one point, he seemed to be affectionate towards the life inside of you, even waking you in the night while speaking to it. But now, he was a completely different person.

It seemed he disliked sharing your attention with the soon to be born infant. Like he no longer saw it as a way to possess you, but a threat to his time with you. A threat to him.

Your actions of turning away from him only made it worse. Instead of protecting the child, you only made him begin to loathe it. It threatened him now, and it was taking the attention he felt entitled to.

You worried what would happen when the child was finally born.

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The unconscious woman awoke with a start, panting heavily and looking around. She was in bed. The lights in the room were turned off, and a figure slept next to her.

The first thing she noticed was that her stomach was no longer as extended as it had once been. An emptiness within that made a whimper escape her lips. Her hand resting over her stomach.

"You're awake."

A deep voice from the figure beside her rumbled out, slowly sitting up.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"You know who! Where is my baby?"

"..."

"Damn it, answer me!"

"Dead. Died during birth."

The world shattered in that moment. Nothing was real. Nothing made sense.

"I don't believe you... I don't believe you! You killed him didn't you!?"

"(Y/n), stop. This isn't-"

"I heard him cry. I know my baby didn't die during birth. I heard him cry."

The tense silence was nearly deafening, only to be broken by sobs as her anger gave way to crushing grief.

"(Y/n)-"

"Don't touch me you murderer! You killed my baby! You couldn't stand me looking at anyone but you, so you killed him!"

"I did not kill the infant-"

"Stop lying to me!"

She slowly stumbled out of bed, covering her eyes and sobbing. Silva let her go, knowing she would react this way. Of course, he could have told her that the child survived, and the both of them almost died after she gave birth. But he didn't want her to know the child was still alive.

He believed lying to her was more merciful so she could move on faster. But, if she learns the child is still alive, she will never let it go.

But he was wrong. He was so wrong. It had been weeks, and still she wept. Still she paced. Still she pulled on her chain desperately towards the door, hand stretched out as far as possible.

She refused to be consoled, practically feral every time he tried to touch her. She suffered. She would sit for hours, nearly choking herself in attempts to get out to search for any sign of her child being alive. She would pace with empty eyes, arms wrapped around herself as if to try and keep it together.

She was lost. She wailed until her voice was gone. She clawed at him until his arms bled- a rather impressive feat on its own- leaving scars behind.

Then, three weeks after being separated from her child, she disappeared. Her collar on the floor, door open, and nowhere in sight.

"No one saw her leave!? All of you, eyes everywhere and not one of you saw her get out?! Search for her. Now. If any of you dare come back empty-handed I will slaughter all of you."

The butlers scrambled and scurried from the room like rats, all terrified to look back at those cold blue eyes.

"Where is the infant?"

"She wanted him to be named Illumi, and he's in the nursery. She didn't take him. I doubt she even knew he was still alive."

"She's convinced that he is."

"And she's right. It was a foolish mistake to take him from her. She-"

Silva's fist silenced the chastising words of his father, the very wall cracking and breaking. His hand was sunk into the concrete and the metal behind it was bending under the pressure. He had done it with his own raw strength and rage at his little darling being allowed to slip away. He didn't use his Nen, but his bare hand.

"I know. I'm well aware it was foolish. But someone let her out."

"What do you mean?"

"She was set loose by someone. The collar was opened, not torn. The door was unlocked, not burst open. Her tracker was removed, by someone who knew it was there."

"Someone helped her escape."

The soft sound of heels clicking against the ground drew the attention of the two men. Kikyo had arrived.

"There is no blood in the room. So she wasn't taken by force. There were no prints either. Nothing but her own. There is a slight residue left behind, likely from disposable gloves. She was let out by someone who knew what they were doing. Whoever it was likely told her the true fate of her infant."

"If that's so, why didn't she take him?"

"Perhaps she knew not to. She could have assumed that the child is alive somewhere else, or she could believe that the child is safer if she didn't take him."

Silva was about to turn his rage against Kikyo before a soft knock sounded. Silva did not move from his spot, fist still sunken deep within the wall. Zeno was the one to open the door and receive the news, knowing what would result the moment Silva heard it.

"She's been located."

"Where?"

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Empty eyes.

Devoid of light, of emotion, of anyone still left within.

Like a doll with all of the stuffing having been torn out. She doesn't move anymore. She doesn't eat. She doesn't make a single sound.

She sits with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms around them. She hasn't blinked for who knows how long. Her arms and legs covered in blooming purple marks shaped like hands. She doesn't even cry anymore.

"What is wrong with her? Answer me now."

"She's checked out completely."

"The hell does that mean?"

"It means she's so mentally, physically, and emotionally broken she's not there anymore. Maybe deep inside, buried away, but that isn't her anymore. Humans can withstand many things that should kill them. But those who go through extreme loss, or abuse-"

The doctor was cut off, a hand wrapped tightly around her neck, causing her to choke. She tried weakly to claw at the iron grip, though her nails didn't even break the skin.

"Choose your next words wisely. I do not abuse my wife. She needed to learn that running from me solves nothing for her. It only results in suffering to leave. She will not leave again. And if she doesn't leave, she won't be hurt again."

With that he dropped the choking woman to the ground, watching with cold eyes as she gasped and fought to breathe. Still, the woman in the corner did not move, her eyes staring through everyone. She was gaunt, pale, and seemed lifeless.

"She won't come back. Not on her own. You say you taught her to not run? She won't. Not anymore. She isn't even in there anymore to think about running."

Even in his anger, he knew she was right. He knew he had gone too far. He knew his little wife was broken. He hadn't intended on pushing her that far or harming her as he did. Her flame was gone. Her eyes were empty.

That was not his angel. That was a shell.

"Then how do I fix it?"

"I don't know."

"How do I fix it!?"

"I don't know!"

The cry of an infant was heard clearly throughout the room, nearly echoing off the walls. It had come from the door that led out of the cell, and was getting louder.

"What the hell is that old fool doing? Does he honestly think bringing that thing will help-"

"Baby?"

A croaking and strained voice met Silva's ears, silencing him and drawing his complete attention.

She had moved.

She could barely crawl, let alone walk, but still she was drawn to the door, like a moth to a flame. She reached the length of the chain and still kept trying to reach the door, whining in desperation.

"Baby..! My baby..!"

Her voice was strained and gasping but still she extended her arms as far as she could reach, choking herself with the collar. Then it finally opened as Zeno entered, a swaddling of blankets in his arms fussing and crying.

"Baby! BABY!"

Her voice was screeching at this point, fingers tense with stained muscles, all of her energy focused on reaching out to the tiny life in the arms of the elder. He did not hesitate to place the crying infant into her arms, allowing her to retreat to her corner with the bundle held close.

Curling her body protectively, she gently moved the blankets from the face of her child. A soft cooing noise coming from deep within her as she rocked the infant.

"My baby... My Illumi... My light..."

She continued to coo low hums and soft whispering to the now quiet child. Her entire being seeming to strain and hurt, but she still smiled, rocking the infant slowly.

Zeno then joined the two who were silenced by the sudden revitalization of the previously broken woman.

"How did you know that would work?"

"Boy, do you think you're the only one in the entire family who has found someone this precious to them? It tends to run in the family. Yes, you went too far. We all did. Wonder why you're an only child? Why I am an only child? The only difference is she was able to be brought back, and you had better not do it again, do you hear me? You don't know what that loss truly feels like. It will destroy you if you let it. I didn't let it. My father did."

There was a silence in the air at the revelation. The realization of what could happen and what has happened.

"You do not harm her again, because she won't survive it. You will not take that child away until she has healed. And you damn well won't allow this to happen again."

The gentle cooing continued, followed by soft sounds of an infant babbling. Small hands rest against the pale (s/c) cheeks of his mother, large doll eyes gazing up intelligently. He knew who she was. He had heard her voice many times. She was comfort, and her heartbeat gently pulled him into sleep.

"Baby... My baby."

Her soft words carried as she curled on her side, cradling the infant and using her arms as a bed. Her back turned to the others, facing the corner and humming softly, joining the infant in slumber.

"I won't let her get like this again."

#Silva Zoldyck #hxh silva #Silva #daddy silva #silva x reader #yandere #yandere silva x reader #yandere silva #Female reader #fem reader #pregnant reader

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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@theghostof-myndi I'm so sorry this has taken such a long time to write! I hope it was worth the wait, though!��💛💛

Are You Paid To Say That?

Kevin Richter (Trapped In Silence) x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mental illness/challenges

A/N: Im really sorry if this isn't as good as you were expecting, I find the characters quite difficult to write, but I've tried my best. I wasn't really too sure where to take this, so I hope thinks ok.💛💛

Masterlist

"How're things going with Kevin?" I inquire as I walk with Jennifer out of the building, pulling my coat tighter around my body as the icy winter air surrounds us, biting at my heated skin.

"Well, I thought they were going well, but he had another outburst today, so I think we might've been set back a bit." The shrink admits to me, adjusting the box in her arms, making the bits and bobs inside clatter against each other.

"Another outburst? How come?" I frown a bit, knowing that this particular patient can be violent at the best of times, concerned now for the older woman's safety.

"I'm not entirely sure this time. We were talking about meeting more people his age, when he mentioned something about seeing a girl around here...hang on, how old are you?" She asks, looking over at me curiously.

Lifting an eyebrow, I quickly respond.

"I'm seventeen."

Realisation seems to dawn on her face as she hears this, knowing that there are, in fact, no other younger workers in the institute, and definetly none that work with the more challenging patients.

"What?" I question when she continues to start at me in amazement.

"I think he was talking about you, (Y/n)." Jennifer reveals, frowning to herself as if thinking something over in her head.

"About me? He doesn't even know who I am, and I don't think he's ever seen me before." I protest, thinking back to the fragile, highly volatile boy currently residing in the Quiet Room.

"Maybe, but the description he gave matches you pretty well." She informs me, smiling gently at the look of genuine shock on my face, "I'll ask him more about it tomorrow."

"Ok, thank you." I respond, not knowing quite how to react to this information, waving a little as she walks off to her car, leaving me standing in the cold to mull over what I've heard.

Jennifer's hurried footsteps echo through the corridor as she approaches me, eyes intent on me, clearly needing to say something to me, prompting me to break off the conversation with the security guard I was having so that I can greet her. When she sees this, she speeds up a bit, hair blowing past her face with an air of importance.

"I was right, (Y/n), it is you that he meant." She blurts out as she reaches me, eyes filling with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy as she regards me.

"What do you mean? Who are we talking about?" I ask her, though I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"Kevin. I showed him a picture of you and he took it from me. He seemed pretty attached to it, and went ballistic when I asked him for it back." She informs me, leading me away from our original spot, back the way she came.

"Kevin? Are you sure? I might just look like someone he knows." I try to reason, feeling a dull sense of fear as she drags me down the corridor, my eyes wide at the idea of going to see the troubled boy.

"Oh, I don't think so, (Y/n). He's drawn out pictures of everyone he want to remember, and I've spoken to the remaining members of his family: there is no way you just remind him of someone. I've been working with him for a while now, I know his habits." She clarifies, leading me down a more secluded corridor, towards the main office, at which point my fear fades into curiosity.

"Are you sure?" I ask one last time, looking away guiltily when she sends me a pointed glance, "Sorry, you know better than I do. Where are we going?"

"Right here." She gestures with a smile to the door we've stopped outside of, knocking just below the sign determining the owner of the room: the head of the institute.

Eyeing her curiously, I remain silent as we wait for him to respond, following her hesitantly when his voice sounds from behind the door. Respectfully, I stand just by the door as she goes inside completely, waiting there as she speaks with Dr Tomlinson, staying quiet as I let the older members talk with each other.

"Jennifer? What do you need?" The doctor greets her, sending a cursory glance at me, before returning his eyes to her.

"I want someone to help me with Kevin's case." She states, excitement creeping into her voice at the thought, clearly eager to keep up with the therapy.

"You do?" Dr Tomlinson looks surprised, eyes widening at her words, my own quickly fixing on the back of Jennifer's head.

"I do. I think it could really help him socialise better, and he'd get to speak to someone other than me for once." She nods enthusiastically, smiling to herself, as if aware of somehow we're not at liberty to know.

"Ok. I guess I can ask around, though I doubt many people are rave enough-" The doctor starts, only to be cut off by Jennifer, who is shaking her head at his words.

"No, don't worry about that. I already have someone in mind." Confusion and curiosity flood me at this, my mind instantly trying configure out who she could be talking about.

"Oh? And who is that?"

"Well, it's (Y/n) of course."

It takes everything I have not to faint.

"Don't worry, (Y/n), you'll be fine. He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be." Jennifer reassures me as we get ready to enter the therapy room.

Trembling in nerves, I shift from foot to foot as I think through what I'm about to do, well aware that this is only the second case I've ever worked on, and that he doesn't have the greatest reputation. On our way over, Jennifer had given me a rundown of what she knows of his backstory and old living conditions, explaining that she had managed to get him to talk and communicate, but also that he is highly volatile at times, my trepidation and dread just building up the closer we get to the room. Now that we're here, a cold sweat has broken out over my forehead and skin.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just haven't really done this too often." I confess, feeling it important she know that I'm not an experienced worker here, reminding her that I'm only a volunteer who helps out here and there.

"Oh, right, I forgot about that." She frowns, reconsidering as she recalls this, "If you don't feel ready, you don't have to come in. I'm not going to make you."

Taking a deep breath, I decline her offer, biting my lip as I then follow her into the room.

My eyes quickly find the hunched figure in the corner, his messy hair matted and dishevelled, skin pale around his face except under his eyes, where deep purple bags have formed, though the blue-green irises that briefly flick up to greet us are sharp and probing as anything, homing in on my presence instantly. His muscles go rigid, eyes remaining fixed on me even as Jennifer and I move furher into the room. Awkwardly, I hold eye contact for a few seconds, before dropping my gaze with a blush covering my cheeks.

"Good morning, Kevin. I brought along someone to help us with today's session, that ok? This is (Y/n), the girl in the photograph I gave you a week back." Jennifer introduces us, setting the box of items on the table in the centre as I gingerly step forwards, looking up again.

"Hi, Kevin. It's nice to meet you." I say to him, not expecting anything back as he keeps staring at me, only to feel slight fear when he suddenly surges to his feet, scrambling over to the table. Once there, he grabs Jennifer's box and starts rooting around in it, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pencil seconds later, his movements erratic and rushed. I watch in fascination as he seats himself and starts drawing something, expecting us to do the same.

Looking at each other, Jennifer and I do the same thing, a brief flare of surprise lighting inside me as Kevin moves to sit directly opposite me, rather than across from me like he was before. Quietly, I pick up a pen and paper and start sketching, listening to Jennifer as she makes conversation, answering the correct questions and interacting where necessary.

The hour passes quickly, by which point I've managed to finish the drawing I started, sitting back to look at it, before noticing that Kevin is, in fact, also watching me, eyes flicking downwards towards the sheet of paper, almost as if in questioning. With a smile, I push it over the table towards him, offering the drawing to him with little confidence. He picks it up off the table, holding it up so he can see it properly, finger tracing one of the lines, folding it and sticking it in his breastpocket without a second thought.

"Hey, Kevin. That's not yours to take." Jennifer reminds him, looking at me apologetically.

"Oh no, it's fine. You can keep it." I assure her, addressing the last part to him.

He nods at me, not making eye contact.

A few months on, and Kevin and I have actually managed a conversation, the boy no longer too shy or distrusting of me, feeling mostly comfortable around me when in therapy. Jennifer has yet to leave me alone with him, thankfully, though I've overheard her talking to Dr Tomlinson about Kevin requesting for me to have a session alone with him, something which I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with.

Even now, as we read through another of Jennifer's books, it surprises me when he shuffles over to sit beside me, his body incredibly close to mine, as if with the intention of touching each other, but not quite doing so yet. I have a copy of the book open in my lap, giving him a perfect view of the text, as well as my crotch, which draws a small squeak out of me when he goes to turn the page for me, his fingers gently brushing against my jeans, his hand retracting as quickly as I sink back into the seat, neither of us saying anything.

But even after this, it takes a good two months more for Jennifer to finally decide that I'll be safe on my own with him, as long as there are guards outside, and either Dr Tomlinson or herself nearby to help out in case anything goes wrong. At first, I'm sceptical, but eventually I realise that my presence in the room seems to be what keeps him calm and collected, meaning I'm the perfect candidate to look after him alone.

I was wrong to be worried.

A soon as I step into the room, Kevin has stepped up to me with a broad smile on his face, soemthing which always makes me happy to see, making me smile back at him as he eagerly leads me to a place on the floor in the corner, where he sits me down. Taking his place beside me, he rummages around in the breast pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a dog-eared piece of folded paper, silently handing it to me. Opening it, I feel my jaw drop at the sight of it: it's a portrait. Every aspect is drawn perfectly, giving it it's realistic quality, though it does surprise me that he'd draw me of all people, seeing as he knows Jennifer much better. In my head, I remember what she said about him drawing pictures of everyone he cares for.

"This is amazing, Kevin! Is it for me?"

He nods, a smile crossing his face as he shuffles closer, pressing the side of his body against mine.

'Thank you. I really appreciate this." I thank him, starting when I suddenly feel his cold fingers brush against mine. Absentmindedly, they trace their way into my palm, interlocking our fingers together as he moves ever closer. Smiling, I lean back furher and pat my chest, signalling for him to lay there, which he is only too happy to do, his arms wrapping tightly around me, face buried into my midriff as he holds me close to himself.

"I have a crush on you." He suddenly states, voice muffled through my shirt.

For a moment, I don't know what to say, shocked that he feels this way about me.

"Jenny said I should tell you." He testifies, snuggling closer, before pulling back slightly to nose at the bottom of my jaw.

"You have a crush on me?" I ask once more, biting my lip when he assents, "That's helpful, beacuse I have a crush on you, too." I decide just to spit it out, looking to him for a reaction.

"Really? You actually like me? Or are you just being paid to say that?"

"Kevin, I'm a volunteer. I don't get paid at all.

"So, you actually mean it?"

"I do."

#trapped in silence #kiefer sutherland #Kevin Richter #Kevin #request #ask #answer

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the-satellite · 3 years

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Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!!

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

#cosmic entity's art #minecraft #mob talker mod #mc creeper #mc zombie #mc skeleton #mc spider #mc blaze #mc enderman #character design

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kingbyakuya · 7 years

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My Thoughts on Book of Atlantic (this is gonna be super long and I'm on mobile so I apologize)

As we all know, I love Black Butler. A LOT. I love the manga, I love the anime, I love the characters, it's been a really positive influence on my life! It's made me happy and it's one of the things I don't think I could live without. Now before I begin my thoughts on it, I want to share something else. There's this thing called public decency. I have been waiting for this movie since I heard it was being made. When I heard it was playing at a theater near me I was ECSTATIC. Now like I said, I've been a fan since 2013 which, granted, isn't very long, but I'm a "veteran". I've lived through all these "wars" that the fans have here and I'm kind of over it. 2013 me was cringey as hell. She'd run through her middle school halls like Sebastian and do Grell's DEATH pose all the time. She called herself an "otaku". But that time has passed now (thank god). I still love all the characters and I'm glad a lot of people grew up from their "otaku" phase. And if not, you will! You enjoy ir friends! It was a fun time for me! I was having a blast! I was just cringey. So enjoy it friends! But just know you'll look back and feel a little gross lol. Continuing... Tonight was the night! I grabbed my sister, who loves Black Butler as well. Not as much as me, but she still loves it. She hasn't read the manga so she really wasn't too sure what it was about but she tagged along. I wore my Sebastian shirt, my pentagram necklace, and she wore her Claude's contract necklace. We both looked like nerds but hey, we're watching an anime movie, what do you expect? We get to the theater about 15 minutes before the movie starts. I bought the tickets and we look over and see someone cosplayed as Ciel in Wonderland. I knew there would be some people cosplaying, which is great! Cosplay is fun! I cosplayed as Sebastian once upon a time, so I was excited they were having fun as well! Then we buy our overpriced snacks and head in. There were people already in, which is expected. They all looked roughly 13-30. Fans of all ages! Awesome! Many were females and wore their Black Butler merchandise like me and my sister. Someone had a Ciel cosplay! Eyepatch and all! It was nice, but my sister and I had this feeling that we wouldn't be able to enjoy it like we should... We took our seats and adjusted, and the movie was about to start. Everyone clapped as the birds flew in and I was ready. But then it happened. The fans kept squealing and screaming and yelling and "oh bassy~!" Everytime he came on screen. Now I get it, Sebastian is 👌, but this is a public theater where people want to watch the movie and HEAR what they're saying. Squealing and screaming everytime something "hot" happens makes it less enjoyable for everyone around us. The older people, me and my sister included, kept turning around to shush them because we couldn't hear certain lines that were crucial to the plot. I had to sum up what happened while everyone was screaming about Grell coming on scene, Sebastian's demon form, and yada yada. Basically this went on for the entire movie where the "fangirling" was getting straight up annoying. Now I get the reactions, I would've done the same (kind of maybe low key but idk), but this is a PUBLIC AREA FOR PEOPLE THAT HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA AND KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Friends; it's annoying. Yes, Grell is amazing, yes, Undertaker is amazing, yes Lizzie is amazing, THEYRE ALL AMAZING but please, some people want to HEAR the movie. The screaming and squealing made it hard for me to thoroughly enjoy the movie because I missed certain lines that I REALLY wanted to hear spoken in English by their voice actors. My sister didn't hear a lot of it and she felt like she missed a lot from the screaming and whatever. So to summarize: guys, you're in a public area. No one has seen the movie and we want to enjoy it. Please, keep the squeals and screams to a minimum so others can hear. We weren't the only ones to get upset at them, a lot of people near us did the same "please we want to listen". So just be courteous. Laugh when it's funny! There's funny parts! Laugh away! Gasp when things happen because things happen! And it's intense! But don't scream, okay? Some of us wish we had a better experience because some people were being a tad obnoxious. I get it, I truly do. I love Black Butler a lot! But you're in public. Please be respectful of the people around you. After the final credits with William and them, the movie ended and I turned to see an older couple, who tried to silence those who screamed when William showed up. They looked about 40 and I assume were married. "I wish they didn't scream," I said, looking to the wife, "I love this anime and they kind of ruined it for me." "This is my favorite anime too!" She exclaimed. "I missed some parts that were my favorite and I didn't hear Grell's words while they reenacted the Titanic scene." "This was my favorite arc and I wished I could've watched it again." I responded, starting to walk towards the exit. So please guys. Just be respectful. Now if y'all have hung around this far, I wanna share my thoughts on the movie. I LOVED it. When I have more funds, I wanna buy it and enjoy it without the screams so my sister and I can thoroughly enjoy it. The animation with the birds and some of the bizarre dolls scenes were... odd... but hey, it was good. It just looked a bit out of place. Some of the facial features in far away scenes looked odd too, but ya know, it happens. It made me giggle. It stayed true to the manga! I wasn't too sure why double Charles were there, but it actually kind of made sense. Gray's and Sebastian's interaction made me laugh (but I couldn't hear the entire thing because of the screamers). I really enjoyed the both of them. And Paula was there! She didn't really say much, but I do enjoy Paula so I wasn't upset that she was there even if she wasn't in the manga. Ronald was great. I do wish he flirted with Mey Rin and interacted with the other servants, but I wasn't too bothered by it. Ronald is my sisters favorite so she was ecstatic as well. Grell! I absolutely adore Grell. He's one of my favorites as well. I do wish I heard what he said when he first arrived from the iceberg but I guess I'll know soon? Maybe? It did irritate my sister so I told her basically the gist of what he said. Same with the reenactment with Ronald. All around, I'm glad they stuck true with his character and his fun flamboyant-ness with his badass awesomeness as well. Sebastian's demon voice was great. I enjoyed that a lot. I thought it was fascinating and how a demon voice should sound like I guess. The animation with him turning into Sebastian was marvelous. I love the obscure drawing thing they had going and I thought it was amazing. His demon eyes and fighting scenes were animated beautifully and I just love that demon asshole a lot. ELIZABETH MY DARLING DAUGHTER. The way they animated her dancing and fighting was truly beautiful. It was one of my favorite scenes. I'm so glad they didn't shorten her backstory and explained the whole thing. I love Elizabeth and I will protect her to my grave. Speaking of backstories, I'm so glad they didn't shorten Ciel and Sebastian's either. That's one of my favorite exchanges and I'm glad they showed it in it's entirety. The way Sebastian thinks Ciel of a brat, how Ciel needs Sebastian to act human, but then how they have this dynamic that truly works. Sebastian initially sees Ciel as food, probably still does, but you can see that he's patient and finds Ciel fascinating. The knighting scene made me super happy and it's one of my favorite exchanges in the manga. Undertaker. My problematic little shit. He was great in this idk what else to say really. I do wish they made his death scythe out of ebony (bone maybe? Idk I know it's white) instead of the stone, but it didn't bother me too bad. It looked badass and that's all I cared about. The animation when Undertaker was explaining his motives, thoughts, and the ending credits with the bizarre dolls were my FAVORITE. The puppet likeness of it was amazing, the colors, the stylization, it was absolutely amazing. I wish I could describe it entirely. It was just so good it was definitely my aesthetic. I just love this movie and series. I would sell my soul (lol) for this series. It's a great movie! It had everything from the manga: the seriousness, the backstories, the funniness, the badass fight scenes, the 'philosophy' of what happens after humans die, it was just grand. I'd definitely watch this again, thousands of times, and finally hear certain lines that I missed. It was great and I'm glad it turned into something super enjoyable and amazing. (I'm sorry this is so long omg)

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Travel-anon-Hi! Congrats on finishing your midterms! Don't worry on being late to reply~ I'm just happy you reply at all :D especially with how long the last messages were, haha. Good luck with your studies and other midterms - you're nearly there! Potato versatility is an amazing thing - especially when it comes to being the potato. Weekend potato for yourself maybe? (1/?)

(2/?) Traveling with friends is always good and fun! There’s a lot of time for you to maybe one day travel alone ;D it iiis really intimidating the first time around though, so I get where you’re coming from, haha. Yes! Fried Chicken in Korea is like, the ultimate thing (unfortunately for your diet) and just remembering it makes me long for it. There’s a coffee shop or cafe nearly every block in Korea, haha. They’re different from the ones in Paris & London, but just as good! There’s always tea~

(3/?) I did go to a dog cafe in Korea, and omg IT’S SO CUTE AND FULL OF FLUFF AND LOVE AND I MISS IT!! I do like art :D! I draw a lot in my spare time, and I sell stuff at conventions~ gotta make my own bts merch, haha. Oo, yeah the heat in Rome. It’s not nearly as bad as the summer heat in Asia (cuz yay humidity), but Rome heat’s still no joke. I loved seeing the Sistine Chapel too! That place was so pretty and just awe-inspiring~ Did you see the Louvre in Paris? What other museums did you see?

(4/?) Austria’s very nice, and I recommend it (and Switzerland) if you ever go back to tour around Europe :D What do you look forward to seeing in Vietnam? If you love all those things, you’re definitely in for a treat with Japan then, haha. My friends and I blew a lot of money on the crane machines there (people took pity on us and helped us win our plushies X’D) and came back with cases of plushies and snacks. Pocket wifis need to be preordered online, and can be picked up at airports!

(5/5) Some apts and airbnbs offer pocket wifis to use during your stay there too ;) Super useful things to carry around in Japan! Taking a lot of photos is perfectly alright! You’re on vacation, having fun, and seeing an entirely different country! Have at it! How long will you be in Japan for :D? I’ve been busy this week; struggling with some designs and manufacturers, but otherwise, good~ I’m watching Infinity War next week with my friends, and I’m excited to finally see it! How about you?

hello, m’love!!! thank you!! i just gotta get through the next two weeks and i’ll have a week break from midterms and projects. and of course, i’d reply! i love reading your messages 💕 i’m still doing midterms, while my friends are finishing finals and their summer already starts in three days :’) and yes, potato versatility is absolutely mind blowing!! i was mostly a weekend potato, but now, i have to study for my marketing midterm tomorrow ): i hope you had a good weekend though!!

it is!! i only take small road trips with my friends for now, and it’s always so much fun, but i can’t wait to go backpacking all over europe and asia with my friends in the future. traveling alone is pretty intimidating- i also feel like it wouldn’t be too safe either unless i’m visiting places where my friends are living? so at least i know someone there. asldfhas i get korean fried chicken a lot here and it’s so delicious, and i can’t even imagine how it would taste there. ahh i think cafes are a big deal in asia in general? i’m excited to do cafe hopping. all we have here is starbucks. there’s not a lot of cute cafes everywhere ): and i’ll definitely have to get their matcha green tea!! what were your favorite drinks and sweets to try?

asjlkdfhlsaj that sounds like a dream!!! gosh, i feel like i’d be in dog cafes and cat cafes 24/7 for my entire vacation if i go to korea. and omg that’s so cool! :o do you have a redbubble or something if you’re comfortable with giving it out? i’d love to see your artwork!! humidity…. i hate that weather so much, and it makes me sad that i won’t be able to wear my usual outfit of leggings and a sweater when i visit. yes, it was!! the art was breathtaking in the sistine chapel, and i loved hearing the backstories of some parts of the art from the tour guide. and yes!!! in paris, i got to see the louvre, eiffel tower, champs-elysees, arc de triomphe, notre dame cathedral, musee d’orsay, and we went out to see the palace of versailles! i’m a little sad we couldn’t go to more art museums, but everything was so beautiful!!

omg yes, i want to see switzerland and austria! it’d be so amazing to visit all these countries. in vietnam, i’m really excited to see ha long bay and just all the cities and villages where my mom and dad lived and the places they used to go to. Of course, it’s entirely different from when they used to live there, but the sentiment is still there. we’ll be stopping in hanoi, saigon, and hue i think! omg i went to this arcade place with my friends with those japanese crane machines and i spent like $50 there. the funny thing is, i got a plushie on my first try, but i wanted to win more and blew even more money oops. but omg i feel like that’s going to be me with my suitcase stuffed with plushies and snacks (although idk if us customs will let me bring back food). what were your favorite snacks in japan?

ooo ok, i looked online and the first website for pocket wifi that shows up is japan rail pass and it has high ratings, so it seems pretty safe. is this where you got your wifi too? i don’t think we’ll be using airbnbs since my parents prefer hotels, but we’ll definitely order a pocket wifi. after visiting italy and greece last summer, i took over 500 photos in total on my phone :’) and i’ll be japan for a week! i wish i can go longer, but my parents and sister all have work, so they can’t take off many vacation days. and oh no ): i hope you got everything sorted out with the manufacturers. and i hope you have a good time watching infinity wars!! i haven’t been able to go see it yet sadly. and welp, i spend my weekend eating vietnamese food and watching masterchef junior and big bang theory, but now it’s time to hit the books and start studying :’) i hope you have a good day/night!! 💞

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