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misseviehyde · 5 months

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Your girlfriend Natasha was really worried about what was going to happen to your relationship once you started to attend different universities. She'd heard that long distance relationships could be really challenging and difficult.

Sure - it was always possible to communicate online and see each other that way, but without physical intimacy even the healthiest relationships would falter. But Natasha was always full of clever ideas.

"Listen babe. I've had an idea. My family have been guarding a magic scrying mirror for generations. I can use it to astrally project my spirit into another person. It's frowned upon to possess another person, but if it's just so we can talk and touch and stuff, I don't see the harm. Make sure you choose someone who is a real asshole though, that way I'll feel less bad about possessing them.

***

A month later you headed to University and began looking for someone suitable for Natasha to possess. It didn't take you long to find your target. Chanel Grey was the obnoxious, entitled sorority president of the most exclusive sorority on campus and perfect for your needs.

It didn't hurt that you had a huge crush on the busty bitch and the thought of your girlfriend inside that smoking hot body was kind of appealing. Chanel was a total asshole as well, so your girlfriend needn't feel bad about possessing her for a while.

You waited until Chanel was out shopping on her own one day and followed her to the mall. She usually had her team of funkies with her, but today she was flying solo and this was your best chance.

Ringing Natasha you waited patiently as she prepared the mirror in her bedroom. "Okay babe, I'll see you in a moment or two I guess."

You hung up and watched Chanel as she browsed through an expensive rack of designer clothes in one of her favourite stores. Suddenly she put a hand to her head as if she were dizzy. Then with a grunt her eyes rolled up into her head and she swayed on her feet slightly.

Moments later she shivered and her eyes came back into focus... only they seemed different somehow.

Chanel looked around, then spotting you walked confidently over. "Heya babe. What a body you found for me. I wasn't expecting you to pick anyone this hot."

It had worked. It had actually worked. Natasha was now inside Chanel!

She giggled and admired herself in a mirror. "Wow - this bitch is super stacked. She must have boobs three times the size of mine. And how fit is this body? Guess she must work out."

Natasha stretched, clearly enjoying how it felt to be inside Chanel. She then did a cursory check of her body, checking her pockets and her handbag.

"And I'm guessing she's rich too. I would never be able to afford a store like this. I'm guessing this is her Daddy's credit card. I mean I could try accessing her memories to check, but that can be dangerous. It can cause memories to get entwined."

You nodded not really understanding what she was saying but agreeing nonetheless.

"Only problem you've made for us is that someone is bound to notice us talking if we aren't careful. Chanel probably wouldn't be seen dead with someone like you. I wish you'd picked someone a little bit more low key even if they did have smaller boobs."

Natasha grabbed your hand and dragged you into the store. She pulled you into one of the dressing rooms and began fumbling at your belt.

"I know I said no sex, but this body is making me super horny. I don't think Chanel is a virgin, especially if those XXX condoms she is carrying in her handbag are anything to go by."

Giggling Natasha pulled out your cock and she smirked when she saw it was already rock hard. It looked so naughty in Chanel's lightly tanned hands - another woman's hands.

"Wow, guess you like Chanel's body too. Don't try to pretend this isn't what you wanted when you picked her as your target. Guess you now get to be sucked off by little Miss Popular."

With a giggle Natasha slid her pink glossy lips round your dick and began to suck. It felt good... really good and looking down you couldn't believe you were getting a blowjob from the most popular girl at uni. Turning to look at the dressing room mirror, you couldn't believe how hot it looked to see Chanel Grey's pretty head bobbing up and down on your cock. She was so fucking hot and now she was your slut.

Suddenly Natasha hesitated and her eyes went a little wide for a second. A moment later she attacked your dick with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, only this time it felt even better! Natasha was doing something with her tongue you had never felt before and her lips seemed tighter than ever. She was also making eye contact now and little groaning sounds and together it was all too much.

You began to cum and groaning you ejaculated into Natasha's mouth. It felt really good and it was a big heavy load. "Mmmhppphhh," gurgled Natasha happily.

To your surprise, she swallowed all of your load. Normally Natasha hated the taste of cum and would spit it out, but now she was inside Chanel, she seemed to enjoy it. Delicately wiping her pretty lips, she smiled and let go of your cock.

"Mmmh, sorry if I zoned out for a second there baby," she grinned. "I accidentally accessed Chanel's memories on blowjobs. Damn but she knows her stuff and she's sucked some good dick. Bigger than yours I guess."

You felt a sudden irrational jealousy. It wasn't like Natasha had actually sucked someone else's dick, but her having those memories seemed wrong somehow.

"I wish we had time for you to fuck me properly, but we'll get busted if we stay in here any longer. Come on."

Sorting out her hair and makeup Natasha indicated you should wait a moment and she slipped out first.

You waited a few minutes, then slipped out too. Looking around for Natasha you cursed as you saw her with a group of hot looking girls. She'd bumped into Chanel's friends! She made eye contact with you for a second then shrugged. Desperate not to blow her cover she decided to just go with it and helpless you watched her walk away with them - just like the real Chanel would.

****

Hours passed when your phone began to buzz. You weren't expecting a phone call from an unknown number, but you answered and it was Chanel's voice on the other end.

"Sorry about that babe. I couldn't get away from those bitches. I had to access more of my... I mean Chanel's memories just to convince them I was her."

Natasha began to explain how she had spent the rest of the morning with the girls doing hot girl shit. Hair, makeup, nails, coffee, more shopping.

Natasha usually hated all that kind of stuff, so you were surprised to hear genuine enthusiasm in her voice.

"I was pissed off that you chose this body for me at first. But the longer I spend as Chanel, the more I'm starting to enjoy being beautiful and popular. It's a unique experience. I understand how this body possession could get quite addictive. It's said that if you astrally project for too long your soul can bond with the wrong body and you get stuck forever. Imagine that. Imagine if I was Chanel permanently."

Her voice was joking, but also had a strange undertone to it.

"Of course I'm only doing this for a bit at a time so should be safe. I'm gonna hop back to my own body in a second. First though I've been horny all morning and haven't got off yet. Chanel has quite the selection of sex toys and I thought you'd like to listen. Right now I'm lying on her bed playing with myself."

You felt your cock stiffen as Natasha began to describe what she was doing.

"Mmmmh I'm touching Chanel's big bitchy tits and rubbing her tight pink pussy. Her soft hair is all around me and I feel like such a hot slut. Her pussy and clit are more sensitive than mine, you'd love this tight pussy. I have a finger inside myself. It feels so fucking good. I can't believe how wet I am already. Ooooh fuck yes."

Natasha began to moan and pant, you imagined her arching her back and gasping like a slut as she played with herself. You wished you were there, you were so jealous.

"Yesssss, yessss, I fucking love this body. I'm gonna cum so good in a bit. Mmmmh think I'll try this big thick dildo to help me get there. I want you to imagine it sliding inside my tight cunt, stretching me out baby. Chanel's tight pussy gripping every inch as I begin to pump it in and out. Ooooh fucccckkk."

Wet sounds of pleasure and pants and moans of lust came down the phone and you began to pump your own cock faster. This was so fucking hot.

"Ooooooh fuck, it's never felt THIS good before. Mmmmmh my new body was built for sex. Ooooh shit I can take it deeper than ever before, I feel like such a hot slut. My pussy is gonna explode! Ahhhh ohhhhh fuckkkk."

A screaming gasping squealing squirt of pleasure blasted down the phone as Natasha began to cum and you creamed your own belly with more of your own cum. The thought of her enjoying Chanel's body was just too erotic. That had been so hot.

"Mmmh, think I might play with myself a bit more before leaving her body. She won't properly remember everything she did when I was in control, just the gist. It's her brains own mental defense helping to keep my possession secret. She'll think she did all of this. So long as I don't do anything too out of character - I can have this hot little body whenever I like."

And with that she hung up...

***

For the next week you looked forward to your girlfriends daily possessions of Chanel. As Natasha predicted, the popular girl didn't seem to notice anything amiss and she certainly didn't show any indication she recognised you at uni.

It was strange to see that pretty face look at you blankly. The same face that hours before had been sucking you off or kissing you. To your shame you began to fantasize more and more about Chanel's beautiful features and soft sexy voice than Natasha's body.

But there was frustration too. Mostly the possessions seemed to involve a quick blowjob or handjob, then Natasha would go off with Chanel's friends. There was never anytime to have proper sex. Natasha even refused your offers to eat her out or finger her. You had never actually gotten to see Chanel's pussy.

Her popularity and prestige made it hard for you to spend any time whilst she was Chanel and you began to regret choosing such an exclusive target.

Natasha was acted weird too. She seemed to have accessed more of Chanel's memories for some reason and even when in her own body was acting more aloof and haughty. She'd started working out, stopped wearing her glasses and she sounded like she was starting to treat everyone like a real bitch.

She also seemed to be enjoying hanging out with Chanel's friends and living the life of a popular bitch more than she should. Her stories began to focus more and more on how much she had enjoyed hanging out with her girls and bullying the losers on campus, than the chance to be with you.

You were shocked the first time she described bullying someone. Shocked at how full of glee and enthusiasm she was.

"Some dumb little bitch dared to get in my way in the store. Can you believe it? She walked right out in front of me and when she saw who I was tried to apologise. I pushed the little loser into a clothes rail and knocked her over. She won't dare complain to the Dean, she knows I'd destroy her life. I left her crying in the shop - it was SO funny."

The possessions were supposed to bring you both closer together, not push you further apart, but now you were really starting to worry. Natasha had even insisted you set up a monthly payment to Chanel's bank account so she could buy even more clothes and things - but she never wore them for you.

The first real betrayal came when you found out that Natasha had been possessing Chanel on some days and not even telling you. She accidentally let slip a story about having dinner with her girls and you realised she hadn't told you she was available that day.

"Oh yeah? So? I sometimes slip back into Chanel when you're not around or I just feel like some me time. Her body fits me like a glove these days, I can hop in with no resistance anymore and I enjoy living her pampered life for a bit. What's your problem with that loser?"

You were shocked to hear the venom in her voice.

"Oh did I call you a loser? Sorry babe - that's what Chanel thinks about you. I've been accessing more of her memories and it's hard to fight off her impression of you as a nerdy, worthless, loser. I mean - of course I don't think that about you. Anyway gotta go."

She cut you off abruptly and that was the end of that.

***

The next betrayal happened soon after.

Natasha had stopped giving you blowjobs when she possessed Chanel, saying she was too busy or didn't feel like it. If you were lucky, you'd get a disinterested handjob from her and even that was becoming rarer.

It was like Natasha no longer cared about possessing Chanel to spend time with you, but simply so she could BE Chanel. It was also clear she had pretty much accessed all of Chanel's memories now and it had affected her.

Natasha's old speech patterns were gone. Whether she was inside Chanel or not she now spoke like a bitchy valley girl. Now when she called you 'babe' it was with a hint of mockery and her pretty lips always had a cruel bitchy sneer and her eyes a glint of malice. She held herself with a haughty arrogance and her body language had become like that of a spoiled ballet dancer.

"Just look at me. I'm so fucking PERFECT," purred Natasha as she admired herself in her stolen body. "Sorry 'babe' no time to give that tiny dick of yours a blowie. I have to meet the girls for some shopping. I have a new set of lingerie I'm desperate to try. See you later loooooser."

Despite Natasha's increasing distance, the dirty phonecalls continued and it had become the only source of your sex life. You'd listen to Chanel/Natasha moaning down the phone-line and telling you about fucking herself whilst touching yourself.

Recently though Natasha had told you that you weren't allowed to cum unless she said so. She also would cut off the phone unexpectedly, or sometimes not even ring at all leaving you blue-balled and desperate.

Then out of the blue she contacted you to tell you she had an idea how you could spend more time together.

"I've been telling all my hot friends about my cute sissy male friend... in other words you! If you go along with it and play the part, then I'm sure we can hang out more. All you gotta do is come over and act like a girly gay boy and the sorority will accept you. Maybe you'll even finally get to fuck me."

Natasha took you shopping and made you buy a load of new outfits. They were much tighter and more feminine than you were used to. Skin tight jeans, a crop top that showed off your body. You looked completely different. "There. Now you look more like a twink. We'll get your hair dyed blonde and styled, then get you into some of my panties and no one will believe you're straight."

You couldn't believe you were going along with it, but told yourself it would be worth it to spend more time with your hot girlfriend in her sexy new body.

She led you back to the sorority house and the girls swarmed you. You remembered what Natasha had told you, so you acted as camp as you possibly could. Strangely it came quite naturally, like you'd been putting on a masculine front for years and this was actually who you truly were.

To your surprise you began to have fun - gossiping, giggling, hanging out with the girls. You didn't even feel horny anymore.

Eventually Natasha showed you up to Chanel's amazing bedroom. It was quite a palace - as befitted the head of a sorority.

Lying on expensive silk sheets, she made you strip and try on her panties. You were a bit uncomfortable when she suddenly took some photos of you, but she promised they were just for fun and she'd delete them later.

Soon Natasha had images of you dressed in her bra, panties - wearing her makeup. It was like playing dress up it was fun.

You had hoped that she would now lock the door and offer to sleep with you at last - but to your disapointment she told you that she was tired and that the girls would get suspicious if you didn't come out soon.

Putting on your new outfit, you left the house feeling dejected - and yet strangely satisfied. It was like something was awaking inside you.

You wondered what tonight would bring...

***

After your dress up session, you hadn't been expecting more contact from Natasha, so it was a surprise when your phone rang that evening.

She sounded horny, there was a slutty catch in her voice and an excitement you couldn't quite place.

"Mmmmmh, heya 'babe'. So I'm lying here in some new expensive lingerie and I also picked up a new toy at the Mall. Wanna listen to me get off?"

Without waiting for your permission you heard the rustle of clothing and Natasha's breath catching. "Ohhhh wow, it's like nine inchs long or something. This really is a magnificent 'toy'."

You heard Natasha moan and soon there were sucking, slurping and popping sounds coming down the phone. It was unusual for her to simulate doing a blowjob, you imagined her lying on her back with a dildo in her mouth. She was doing a great job, it almost sounded like a real dick she was sucking.

Then you heard a grunt of pleasure. A male grunt. Did she... was she ACTUALLY sucking another guys cock? You angrily asked her causing her to giggle.

"Of course not babe, you must be hearing things. Mmmmhhh I'm here all on my own and I'm soooo fucking horny right now. Ohhh shit he's, mmmmh I mean I'm putting it inside me and it feels so good."

You heard the sounds of heavy breathing, then a soft wet slapping sound that grew harder and faster till it was soon the hot sound of hard male flesh slapping against soft female buttocks.

"Ooooh fuck YESSSS. You fuck me soooo good, I mean... my dildo fucks me so good. Ahhhhh ohhhh fuck, this feels amazing."

You were sure you could hear grunting and laughing as Natasha's moans of pleasure grew and the sounds of hot heavy fucking filled your ears.

It sounded like she was bent over on all fours now getting railed hard. Her breathing was heavy, you could hear the bed squeaking and shaking.

"Mmmmmh imagine if there really was a guy here fucking me. A big stong Alpha Jock with rippling muscles and a big dick?"

The slapping increased and Natasha let out a gutteral moan of pleasure.

"Making me cum in ways you never could. Ooohhhh fuck, what would you do about it then you fucking loser? You'd probably just jerk off to the thought anyway. You're so pathetic. Isn't he such a fucking cuck baby?"

Male laughter filled the line and the phone slipped out of your numb hands as the screams of ecstasy pumped out of your phone and you jerked off to the sound of your girlfriend getting pumped.

***

"Of course I didn't fuck a guy last night," laughed Natasha as you confronted her later. "It's all in your mind, you're just losing it. You pay me to pretend to be your girlfriend right so that's what I do. It's all make-believe."

You gawped at her in shocked amazement.

"Don't you remember loser? You wanted to pay me regular amounts to roleplay as your girlfriend and pretend she'd possessed me. I've got the monthly payments to prove it."

You shook your head in disbelief. No - this wasn't right. She WAS your girlfriend.

Chanel/Natasha laughed. "Oh come on. I knew you were mentally unstable, but seriously? You actually believe I'm your long distance girlfriend possessing this body? I mean - magic isn't possible loser. Fucking hell, I was worried you were losing your mind, but this is the final straw. Our little arrangement is over. I'm not pretending to be Natasha anymore and don't try to cause any trouble. I have photos of you dressed like a sissy loser I could release at any time, not to mention proof you've been paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend. It's over 'babe'."

Laughing Chanel walked away shaking her head.

***

Picking up the phone you desperately rang Natasha's cellphone. You were so confused. Was Natasha really possessing Chanel or had you invented the whole thing in your head.

No one answered so you called Natasaha's sister. She sounded upset on the phone.

That's when you found out that Natasha had been in a coma for nearly two weeks. Apparantly her family had come home one day to find her slumped over a table, totally unresponsive. It was like she wasn't there anymore - zero brain activity.

"We tried contacting you, but you didn't answer any of our calls or get back to us. What the hell is going on?"

You hung up - stunned.

Running over to the sorority house you banged on the door and demanded to be led to Chanel. You found her in her bedroom dressed in sexy lingerie and looking particularly bratty.

You accused her of abandoning her body, of becoming trapped inside Chanel. You begged her to leave Chanel and go back to her old body before it was too late. How long before her family decided to switch off the incubator and let her old body die. You begged and pleaded.

Chanel just looked at you coldly.

"Listen here you fucking loser. There are two possibilities you are describing. In one, I'm actually your stupid long-distance girlfriend who has become addicted to being a hot popular girl, absorbed all of her memories and replaced her. In this scenario I'm a body thief who loves what I have become and doesn't give a shit about you or anyone else.

In the second scenario, you're a crazy repressed sissy who has gone off the deep end at University due to the shock of his girlfriend falling into a coma. Full of unresolved guilt, you've created an elaborate fantasy pretending that I'm actually her - when in fact I'm Chanel Grey, popular girl and sorority president and that's who I have always been.

What I wanna know is - how in either of these scenarios you think it ends well for you? I know which scenario the police and everyone else will believe. I have photographic evidence that you're a pervert who wishes he was a girl. I have payments into my bank account for role-playing your girlfriend, and I can detail all the times I sucked your dick for money.

You have nothing. No evidence, no proof that any of this is true. You just sound like a fucking crack-pot.

Now why don't you get the fuck out of here before I call my new boyfriend over and get him to beat the shit out of you?"

What choice did you have? You turned and ran.

***

Chanel Grey watched the pathetic sissy loser she had just bullied turn and run with a thrill of sexual pleasure. She enjoyed being mean to people and indulging her cruel whims. Toying with this loser had been really fun.

Walking up to the mirror she examined her perfect reflection.

Who was she?

She was Chanel Grey. She was rich, spoiled and popular. She had a boyfriend with a big dick that was coming over to fuck her.

Nothing else mattered really.

THE END

#possesion #gaslighting #bitchification #evie hyde #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #corruption #uni #college #permanent possession #identity loss

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warmerstranger · 8 months

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。°˖ ʚɞ ꒦꒷⩩ Ft. The Astral Express (Trailblazer, March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt Yang, Pom Pom) x GN! Reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulation, overprotective, controlling behaviors, implied stalking, gaslight, obsession, possessive traits), found family <3

°°``Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

Woo! Finally back :) Himeko is shortest despite being the first part I worked on.. unexpectedly difficult to write for.

✏ Packed up with unknown origins and left to wander as a fresh face with a gaze filled with wonder and raw sincerity like a piece of paper waiting to write out your own life, you're welcomed with open arms to travel between the stars and treated as if you've been around for a longer than even more than the Conductor themself.

☄Stelle/Caelus (The Funky Sibling)

- The one saving and dragging your ass out when you dive into troubles (particularly that is caused with/by them in the first place). You both be topping the most troublesome duo due to them being a calamitous influence on you, literally before you know it, you're already in it together; doing a little bit silly tomfoolery, antics and trash treasure hunting.

Despite them acting out a deadpan humor 23/7, they're gutsy and all when the situation needs it especially on that one time you're to hide in a closet with them from the Goethe Hotel's resident devil. Hands down they would really give a beating/long roast and rant to whoever is the unlucky person that mistreat you they aren't going to let it slide as long as you're under their watch, you have to restrain them back literally if you even could...! Trailblazer is either the living personification of your inner demons, intrusive thoughts, the very lethal temptations that need to be acted upon with you as the enabler or you can be a little goody-two shoes yourself and be the one affecting them under good impact—to be a reasonable member of the society, that's fine too. You can't change them at their core anyway, they're still their own person with a mind to act as they like, the omen of chaotic authenticity (you still play a big role in determining their behavior structure since they would be swayed easily especially if you ask nicely with a cherry on top and puppy eyes).

They like to gift you random trinkets you would've thought that they stole it off from some high class places or people (they might have) but most are actually from trash cans, they don't tell you that of course unless you ask nicely with a Cherry on top and even then you'll have to go through their original recital of the quote unquote, 'enlightening hard-fought' battles and journeys for obtaining the valuable trinkets.

You can count on them for any shiny secret of the stars/universe for sure, they're up to give you some thoughts-empty philosophical preaching that would leave you both more questions than answers. Onward to another illusion of free choice.

❆ March 7th (The Mouthy Cousin)

- The one treating you to accessories or piece of clothing she thinks you would be fit in or anything that might catch your eyes in the shopping sessions with her. You're mostly being treated as her dress-up doll or best companion for her to dump the juicy gossips or trends she got her hands on depending on her mood, no in-between.

March is always gushing about you one way or another, snapping pictures of you with her together so fast in a row of clicks that you can't really stop her from how... active she is. Surely she's just a harmless big fan of yours. In reality, she absolutely have tons of your candid pictures in her another separate limitless-storage camera. Any expressions, poses, and moments about you are a must she couldn't miss it a sec! She's literally keeping a secret album or scrapbook filled with them she could beat Dan Heng's data bank collection in that category at this point. What you don't know, wouldn't hurt you, right? Sometimes she and the Trailblazer quarrel against each other in terms of borrowing you as a partner/company to go with, like March would maximize all her brain cells potential for any reasons she could make up on that occassion or she would just have to delve in the intense battle of rock-paper-scissors.

She's your reliable source for up-to-date information and all the sensational tidbits, so you're very forced encouraged to count on her at that!

✒ Dan Heng (The Silent but Deadly Brother)

- The voice of reason, the dependable go-to in gathering and tidying up your thoughts, undoing the knots of jumbled up thoughts since he has the most braincell compared to the certain two others. Before you realize it, he's the person to depend on mostly—the closest you can reach out to anytime possible, you could be baring your heart to him and you wouldn't possibly realize when he has already keep it safe to somewhere out of reach from anyone else. Now, you would be holing yourself up more often in his room. Since he has this cultured cool air that makes him seem cool and competent, his words are credible ordinarily and thus influence your decision-making ability more like he would only need to tell you not to do something just in a quiet and clear tone and you could feel your temptation to inflict chaos withdrawed for the time being.

More frequently you might start to see yourself hovering close to Dan Heng or, is it him who has been always there from the first beginning as if knowing all your frequent spot and routes? Somehow you get the highest urge to be well-behaved under someone's silent watchful eyes that felt prickly with uneasiness it's almost like he has you on a leash.

You would be more prone to choose this alternative more than that option, taking up that one method because it's proven effective for you. Dan Heng doesn't need to do anything too drastic, what thoughts have he learned and collected about you are rarely let out too, it's giving him a peaceful satisfaction to know you're secured in his lines of thinking unless you start to go off the rails and gets your well-being threatened, that's when he will step in, revealing the moment you could witness he doesn't actually have that much self-restraint to uphold like the two others.

❇ Himeko (The Coffee Aunt)

- The one spoiling you rotten, similar to how March is, but in terms of more lavish things, clothes, and including weapons...!? She would every month give you enough allowance for you to splurge on depending how well you're behaving.

In your life, Himeko has become your driving force in a way you might not notice and you would end up only be ashamed of yourself after she gives you this disapproving look while telling you she isn't one to tell you something because she embodies a spirit of being adventurous herself, but she wouldn't be sure if you could do fine yet getting into specifically dangerous things like that. It's up to you nonetheless, she won't stop you, she wouldn't refuse to give a helping hand even in your supposedly own mess you made and if you had learn something you might regret for being involved with... be sure not to let her know or she would keep impelling you towards those things over and over until you get stronger as her way of training so you could face them by yourself that in the end, you might seek more journey and challenging ways of life to bask yourself in...

Of course, you also have the privilege to have her special coffee. In fact, she never stops getting ideas of new blends she could give to you based on your experiences so far—they would give it a more everlasting taste in your mouth that you wouldn't ever forget, don't you think? As reminded of that spacious and overwhelming milky way...

✦ Welt (The Thoughtful Grandpa)

- The one most doting and lenient on you who still keeps you under a protective control. Welt is the perfect balance out of the family; experienced, compassionate, has a boyish charm, sophisticated and wise. He's someone who you can't help but love him simply as the youthful parent he is. Either way, he has become the important part of your life, eager to keep pace with you and find out your latest development or daily journey. He likes to provide you with some of animations mixed of his experiences, everything that had passed up until the current time, your adventure and/or everyday routine as entertainment and even hinted education through clues and points you can take note from whenever you feel like you're in a bind in your life situation. Even just being in his company when you wind down, any conversations with him will result a rich fruitful knowledge and enlightenment philosophy if you let him get carried away with his track of thoughts, though it's still relaxing to hear his voice at least.

There's almost no cons that could trascend past the pros of him overall. No matter the struggles and troubles that you meet, you feel like you can tackle anything and having your hopeful future figured out, laid down to you that the only left thing to do is to believe in it then follow with all the courage you gain from reaching up to this far. Probably since a certain someone has been watching out for you and taking care of you too well as if you're his own child. You may notice Welt is discreet yet quite selective in allowing few people into your life, leading you away from fated encounters with the ones he advised to not get yourself involved, sparing you off the hassle to face a risky battle, and many others that you feel like he's shaping your life sometimes. But it's not like he's all that controlling or restricting, so it should be only wise to just trust him and leaving some responsibilities for him to take on, right? He's the experienced member who acts as if he's from the far off distant future that leaves momentous traces of his presence for you after all...

ᰔᩚ Pom-pom (The House Pet Owner)

- Guardian of the train with their own whole soul, with you as the passenger, they're all the more fussy about you with commands to take care of yourself and not neglect your health if you seem unwell (get ready for a more intensive checkup). At any signs that comes from something off even a slight dust speck or different scent on you will be brought up, interrogated, they need to make sure you're at your best most of the time! They couldn't have you feeling down as well or they would feel (even more depressed throughout the day) -as if they fail to fulfill their main purpose and duty, maybe there could also be something about the train that somehow bug you or dampen your mood...

So it's totally recommended if you depend on them; with some tasks in scope of their abilities (they will make sure to give their all and taking them very seriously), you can tell any nicely worded feedbacks or constructive criticism (if you even have the heart to reprimand them for it, shame on you) and hug them kindly for your needed soft texture of comfort dose (after much convincing, they are not to be treated as a stuffed animal!! but they're most indulgent on you without much consideration, they do appreciate and feel happy for being treated or praised this kindly). Pom-pom also wouldn't want you to tell the others (they still know though) that the conductor has always been giving more bonus rewards for you only.

#yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere dan heng #yandere welt yang #yandere Trailblazer #yandere hsr #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader

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paramaline · 7 months

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brother constant truly one of the characters of all time. funky little red robed space monk. a big hearted true believer in the cause of rescuing the galaxy from darkness. experiences zero cognitive dissonance over the fact that said cause involves securing the foundation's economic & cultural domination of other planets using flimflam and magic tricks. only selectively horny but goes after what she wants when she sees it, and what she wants is off brand han solos. her real name is Weenus no it isn't. has gay dads AND a pathetic old man sidekick. the purple eyes, pet dragon, and spunky self-confidence of a twelve year old's mary sue OC (complimentary). and just a soupçon of Gender: "brother," "be a man," the fact that she was possessed by jared harris for a couple of episodes

#foundation

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glitchyko · 5 months

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Hehehe, the little sillies but they’re not human, they reject humanity-

I’ve been thinking of the little sibling trio having forms of basically what they are/what their big siblings is associated with and I finally got some actual finalized designs for these forms

Bai He as a monkey was actually kinda difficult to do (mainly coloring wise), I wanted her to be a golden snub nosed monkey, and that’s why she’s got redish hair and her arms hands, legs and feet are thicker, cause those funky monkeys have thicker limbs from what I could tell, the reason why her fingers and toes are blue is cause she was basically a living popsicle while LBD possessed her, and the blue eyes/light hair strands are also a side effect of the possession

Xian’s dragon form has been something I’ve been wanting to draw more for a while, and I did have a design down down for it (two actually, the second was a redesign but still) but tbh it could’ve been better? Plus I just couldn’t draw dragons good so I used this as a chance to improve the design and figure out how to draw dragons and they’re actually really fun to draw hxggehdh

Qingling’s bull demon form design was already pretty clear in my head? I had a pretty solid idea of what she’d look like, but before I finished I actually ended up making her bangs?/fur cover her eyes to help distinguish her from dbk since they both have purple fur, and I ended up really liking having her fur bangs (???) cover her eyes, Red Son is a bit awkward when she’s in that form cause she looms over him, even though he’s her big brother-

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jester-creates · 29 days

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New au idea: persona 4 but Inaba is quite literally, basically Night Vale with all it's oddities

instead of a radio station Inaba has a TV Station (the only other channel is the midnight channel).

Yu is sent to Inaba after his mom could find literally no one else to take him in for the year. so she called up her brother and sent yu to her hometown hoping desperately that the year there would not turn him weird.

He took the the weirdness of the town like a fish to water.

Yosuke becomes friends with Yu because he knows about the outside world and also takes the title of new guy from him. (He has been here for over a year(? Time is weird in Inaba)) Sometimes he gets possessed by the Junes to work there in the night.

Chie became friends with Yu cause she was part of the Summer reading program in the last year, and is determined to protect "the new guy" from the Librarians. Plus she's already friends with Yosuke and he's friends with Yu. So might as well.

The amagi inn is open though they are only taking ghost customers at this time. miss Yamano is too busy enjoying the inn's hot springs to answer Dojima's question on if she was murdered or just really desperate to get a reservation at the inn.

Kanji's dolls may or may not be alive. we know they are there and they move when we aren't looking. but they also don't breathe and that seems very important to life

Teddie, does not legally exist. Cause everyone knows that there is no such thing as bears.

Rise, as a native to Inaba, is naturally weird. Even before her idol career, she was quite famous for being the first person in Inaba to open their 5th eye. Which comes with the side effect of occasionally floating in the air and giving hyper-specific prophecies to random people. It's much more dramatic in Inaba than elsewhere.

(Also this is an au where Yu is romantic partners with both Yosuke and Rise. Polyamory ftw)

Naoto is not having too much of a fun time in Inaba. She came in to investigate some murders, and he came out with a realization of his funky gender, friends, government mandated eldritch entity (which is probably a persona), and a broken worldview of what she had previously thought was possible.

Dojima is part of the Sheriff's Known Police. And by part of I mean one of two members (the other is Adachi). the Sheriff's known police are also the only ones (not including the IT) that are investigating the murders/ kidnappings. And not because people are dying, but because the killer/kidnapper didn't submit the proper paperwork.

Nanako still gets letters from her mom even if she still can't really meet her. Not because Nanako's mom is dead. No, it's because Nanako's Mom is an Angel, which of course don't exist. (Though Dojima is looking for concrete evidence to submit to the city council that they do)

Everyone knows about izanami's presence. she isn't a threat. however he is a notorious pronoun thief and citizens will often wake up and find that she has stolen [REDACTED] pronouns in the night. they'll give them back the next night by taping the pronouns to the victim's door. someone else can steal the pronouns at that point though. Izanami is a menace.

Igor, or as he's better known, the weird old guy who lives in the blue door we all know is there even if we can't see it, is wanted by the Sheriff's secret police for illegal entity dealing. the sheriff's secret police are only thwarted by the fact that they cannot see the door and thus cannot find the knob to open it.

Junes is basically Strexcorp. either buying or running out local competition. Junes is also the final boss of p4 in this au, as again Izanami is simply a menace.

Yu and Marie both take over the role of TV presenter by the end of the year. They switch out depending upon if one of them's busy. This allows Yu to leave Inaba if he wants to. The previous presenter most likely died during Junes' temporary take over of Inaba.

Also the TV station has a cat. About 9 of it actually. 9 of the exact same cat. Yu and Rise take one of the copies with them when they have to leave as all the versions of the station cat are connected and part of a hivemind and a very effective method of communication into Inaba.

I think that's all I have right now? So I'll just leave now. *closes the door quietly behind me.*

#jester speaks #welcome to inaba au #persona 4 au #persona 4 #yu narukami #welcome to night vale au #welcome to night vale #This au was fun to come up with in the discord server #I'm not done yet btw #There's still more

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lemonmatronicsart · 1 year

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Character art for @the-care-guardians

Pasha the Sea Witch

She/Her

An original character made for the AU, Pasha’s current goal is to rule over the ocean with her loyal army of eels

Despite not being physically strong, she is incredibly fast and possesses her own powers of electric currents. Her eels also harness this magic. Neither her nor her eels are born with it, it’s all magic

She is a hybrid mermaid mixed between a jellyfish and an angler fish

-Her tendrils have a weak zap, much weaker than her magic. Though can do damage if you just straight up fall into her tail

-The orb on her head glows, no magic there that’s all her

-She has two layers of eyelids. Obviously the layer we see, but another clear layer underneath that protects her eyes from bright lights. If she has that layer open out in the daylight, she’s practically blind. She sees best in the dark

Her magic was self taught, originally to compensate for the lack of shock in her tail, now her main defense. Due to her magic not being generate from her actual body, it doesn’t drain her like magic does for other characters in the AU. She relies on two main moves for this

-She can produce electricity from her body and into people or items she touches. Meaning she can shock people, and again unlike other character’s powers, hers can be fatal

-She also has a scream that sends out waves if physical electricity that can push people away from her and block out other attacks. I’m order to do this she must unhinge her jaw completely, which takes a moment and leaves a window for attack

Pasha is very over confident in herself, thinking the world owes her everything. Despite this attitude, she heavily cherishes her eels, even knowing them all by name. They are the only ones that actually listen to her after all, so it’s debatable if even that attachment comes from good or not.

She fully believes that she can take over the ocean on her own, and then take over the land world afterwards. Despite her powers,,noooooo. No that’s definitely not happening. But that doesn’t change the fact her schemes cause real trouble, and the Care Guardians unlock a brand new transformation to fight Pasha in her own habitat.

To The Care Guardians, she’s known simply as The Sea Witch

Working on this character was a blast! Tysm for letting me design and think up stuff for this funky lady. I love designing mermaid characters sm, the moment she was brought up I got hooked lmao

#care bears au #care bears #digital art #mermaid

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dinitride-art · 2 years

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Lighting and Mike and Will and El - (pt.36)

Last one here we fucking go

S4:E9 - The monologue (#7) Oh, Yeah it was a Seven Wasn’t it Michael?

Back to having a clear distinction between expressions and back to Will being in shot. Still terrifying but better than the alternative.

Extreme close up of El, and we’ve got a third occurrence of a darkened left eye. Very concerning. This may or may not imply attempted possession and that’s not cool.

In this shot we move out of focus from El to the vine around her right hand and her ring. The funky little thing that will serve to cause even more pain later! But for right now, it makes sense as an indicator of where her heart lies. Which is not with Mike.

The vines start to recede and again we get a shot of El’s feet. I think that this is in line with the continuation of the religious symbolism that’s been going on. Because there’s no reason otherwise.

As El manages to free herself, Vecna starts snapping bones. The light streaming down behind Max parallels the cabin scene later and might be kind of hopeful? this is also a good example of the creel house in Hawkins vs. the Creel house in Henry’s mind. Red and blue is the theme we’ve got going on and red and blue is also the theme we have in general for forced conformity. This comes up a again after this so I thought I’d mention it again now.

Vecna’s claw hand is his left hand which is another indicator of Vecna’s presence. And another thing here is that Max’s eyes look different? It might just be the shadow, but it’s a bit odd.

Now when Mike is yelling for El to fight, his face doesn’t seem like its all the same expression. There’s a distinction between the right and left side, and the same with Will. This is a terrible, but good, place to be in. It could be much worse. Also, the red strip and blue lighting are still present in this shot as they have been throughout the monologue.

When El screams and frees herself, the stained glass window lights right up. Maybe this is saying that El found a way to her own light? But if that was the case, it’s interesting that we didn’t see what it was. Probably not Mike then.

We see the vine let go of her right hand, the one with the ring. Again, more emphasis on this being an important symbol.

Then we get this shot of El. She’s positioned in a way that the flower seems to be sprouting out of her head. With all the flower and nature imagery this season it’s probably not too much of a stretch to say that this might implying growth?

Then when she blasts him away, she’s using her left hand. Not the one with the heart ring, her power didn’t come from that. It didn’t come from Mike.

And this really just looks similar to that one Michelangelo painting of god and Adam which i found interesting.

The light has gone out in the window while El pushes Vecna away. This combined with her using her left hand seems like she’s drawing more from anger and what Henry taught her than from love.

Herny reaches towards her with his left hand as well.

And then we swap right on over to everyone else who wasn’t involved with this monologue.

But that’s the end of what happened here. Oof that was a lot. And I know I missed stuff.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 25.1 25.2 25.3 26 27 28 29 29.1 30 30.1 31 31.1 32 32.1 33 34 35 36 37 (to be edited)

#byler #the lights #possessiongate #...#sometimes we write and post like six different parts of an analysis #and then post them within the span of like what ten mintes #it happens

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guytheporn · 1 year

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MegaPersonals

Is it just me, or does Megapersonals seem like a site where fellows with 15-inch oopsy-daisies are caused to feel more appreciated than they could in a strip bar? Definitely, that "Mega" in the name generally makes me consider super penises and their proprietors, however I suspect I'm simply horny and need a high schooler skank to eye-screw my one-looked at snake, prior to biting strips outta it!

Megapersonals is a grown-up site that prohibits access to fellas under 21. You really want to have a filthy psyche and a long for escort pussy/faux pas to try and think about visiting it. Here is my Megapersonals.eu survey; read it and go down on a floozy possessed trickling grab this end of the week!

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However, for reasons unknown, these buttons don't do quite a steady employment. Consequently, it is normal to find female escort profiles in the male escort wing, male escort profiles in the female segment, and stuff like that. The main thing this shows is that Megapersonals isn't as significant about the entire thing as they ought to be and require a kick in the nuts from a steel-shod boot to spur them into increasing their game! I could chip in for something like this and be doing my fair piece for populace control!

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True to form, the M looking for W button was what I tapped on first here. This raised a buggy Choose a Location window that I couldn't get to. I, hence, needed to reload the page. This time, I originally chose a country-the US-, state-California-and town - Fresno. This done, I tapped the M looking for W button, and the page stacked as it ought to with dope female escort profiles.

Escort profiles here are organized upward and that doesn't check out. A matrix view would have been a superior utilization of room. Profiles are recorded by date and in the female classification, in excess of 20 new profiles were seen upon the arrival of this survey. That is super.

Profile picture thumbnails have titles like Let Me Be Everything You Need, Am Available For Your Service Both Incall and Outcall and 42-Years old Divorced Retired College Teacher Wants Real Man. Each profile has various low-res selfies, as well as contact subtleties and a bio where the escort discusses herself and what she's cooking for clients. Escort profiles on the site don't give off an impression of being confirmed in any capacity. That presents issues, and a few profiles end in dead connections.

What's more, I would prefer to be dead in a minefield than be trapped in the bed of a few recorded accompanies on Megapersonals. Definitely, the chicks here generally seem to be neighborhood floozies and quality lays are rare. You could try and be in an ideal situation fucking your right hand for the millionth time than calling up the floozies on Megapersonals for a uber screw that will leave their cuts in pieces! However at that point, a portion of these chicks have bubble butts and watermelon tits that ask for silly mistreating, yet these are frequently excessively huge and wonderful not to have been carefully upgraded.

My Thought process of MegaPersonals

As an escort site, Megapersonals isn't too terrible. Be that as it may, it isn't as close, smooth and wet as it ought to be. I have seen lots of better locales with better elements, tramps, skanks, trans and male escorts and there's nothing on this specific site to cause me to endure 15 seconds thinking affectionate things about it while having a poop over a precipice!

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moons-sky · 2 years

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General Headcanons

Glamrock Freddy:

- The Poster Boy™, seems to be squeaky clean and looks like he has it all together (and he does but... He does have his moments too)

- Gets attached very quickly even if he tries to take his time to get to know someone. He just can't help it! May not be as clingy as Sun but he's definitely a close second-

- Very curious, and enjoys exploring whenever he gets the time too (usually when it's after hours and no ones really keeping a close eye-) may or may not have seen things he shouldn't-

- As nice as he is, he also has favourites and it's more obvious than he would like it to be. He feels bad cause he does like everyone but he can't help himself (Case in point, Monty and Bonnie-)

- Is a chatterbox, he loves talking and more often than not, given guides to new people when they first come to the pizzaplex (it's not in his programming to talk this much but they don't mind it cause it works in their favor)

- Mother Hen is just his nickname (it's not but w/e) he will make you get better and his mechanical heart won't be at peace until he's 100% sure that you're okay (going as far as to even scan you twice-)

Glamrock Chica:

- The queen of staying in her lane. She's observant of what's going on but is more than likely to either handle it quietly or just leave it be if it's something severe.

- You'd think it'd be Freddy but Chica is the one with best advice and knows what to do. Don't let her ditsy and bubbly demeanor fool you!

- Is on good terms with everyone, considers all of them to be her closest friends since they're all she really has in the first place. On that note, it's super easy to be her friend, is the most outgoing besides Freddy.

- Ambidextrous. And her fingers are real nimble, has no issue performing tricks with her guitar and may or may not have shown off her tricks more than she should.

- Can't cook for shit so she likes to eat whatever she can get (which are usually extra pizzas and she would tell you that she just borrowed it with no intention on ever giving it back-)

- Has the loudest laugh you'd have ever heard. You can hear it all the way from the top floor if someone's told her a particular good joke. Is a sucker for dumb jokes and good comebacks. (She ugly laughs and she's proud of it)

Montgomery Gator:

- An insanely good cook, those mystery mixes ain't rare for no reason. A spice guy, for sure, his cooking is not for the faint of heart and will make your face red.

- Being tough and aggressive is a part of his personality trait, but he also may use it as shield to protect himself after... It's a long story.

- God, he's such an ass but it's kind of endearing tbh. Definitely the type to tease you more often than not, it's his love language. (Also would nudge your face with his snout as a form of affection, I had to get this out hmnnh-)

- More of a social butterfly than you would think. He's close with both Chica and Roxy, the daycare attendants are funky lil weirdos to him but he vibes with it. Freddy tho...

- His bass is his most prized possession, takes such good care of it. If he's about to trash his room, he will make sure to put it somewhere safe first before going ape shit.

- Is the "bad boy" of the group, and you know what? He digs it, anyone asks why and his reply is, "ya gotta be achieve an insanely high level to unlock my tragic backstory"

Roxanne Wolf:

- Is the most reserved of the group. She enjoys entertaining but it's all at a distance, it's hard for her to get close to anyone. But, she is somewhat close with Monty since they both can relate to essentially being "replacements".

- An adrenaline junkie, loves to make a competition out of everything. You guys making out? It's a competition for her to overpower. Hugging? She's gonna squeeze you so much more harder. (She means well, I promise)

- Has a very snarky sense of humour. She loves being sarcastic and is both bite and bark, she can absolutely take it and dish it. (Though, don't cut deep unless you want her to stop talking to you.)

- Tends to linger around Kids Cove sometimes late in the night. She'd make sure no ones there but sometimes she'd talk to the Foxy cutouts, hoping that she could live up to expectations now that she's taken his place.

- Is very private about her issues but sometimes she does talk it out with Chica if she's having one of her much darker days. She can't really talk to Freddy without feeling like there's a clear distance between them.

- She sees kids who struggle with their issues and though she's a little awkward when it comes to comforting, she does try. Definitely gives good advice but never tries to follow it herself.

Sun:

- (Both him and Moon are feral crackheads, I'm sorry-) Is a little too self aware about himself, and tries to force himself to not think about it and it almost works except when the daycare is closed. Knows he's a little too energetic for kids to handle but it's a bit of a struggle to go completely against their programming.

- A little too good at creating the perfect distraction for kids. Easily luring them away and he does use it to create a much happier environment for every child. People think this is only towards kids and all of a sudden they find themselves being directed to try out the candies themselves :)

- Wants to sneak out of the daycare and see what's outside of it but it's so difficult when he's active when kids are there too. Seeing the sights that Moon sees when they go crawling about only causes him to crave it even more.

- Naturally very touchy but respects people's boundaries. They're much more advanced than previous animatronics, they can tell what people feel and work with what he has. A lot smarter than many would think, he's just not as cunning as Moon is.

- Talks to themselves a lot, it usually comes from him being alone a lot but sometimes it slips when they're in front of others, too. They crave for companionship and being around young toddlers can only sate that for so long.

- Doesn't beat around the bush to what they want (Well, around adults, anyway-) He will absolutely say things with zero filter whether it'd be dealing with a pushy parent or a huffy worker who's not paying attention. They're the same way when it comes to romance as well-

Moon:

- The red eyelights are infrared sensors since they deal with the dark. It's to avoid kids from leaving the daycare when it's dark and unsupervised.

- Is more cunning than Sun is since he would have to deal with kids that didn't want to sleep and had to trick them into it. Whether it'd be them asking him to carry them around while flying only for Moon to just go barely an inch above ground :)))))

- Has unintentionally scared the others and is kinda amused to how he can even make The Freddy Fazbear be spooked by doing nothing. They were just taking a breather mid air (he posed like that one Spongebob pic but since it was dark Freddy saw something else-)

- Feather light touches babyyyyyy. They're very gentle despite how they may come off and have freakishly good control over the pressure of their grip. Holding hands is quite the experience with them.

- Is painfully aware of how people think of them and it does get to them. Sometimes. He can't really help how he looks and the way he acts (even though some things are entirely their own doing-)

- Has a slight possessive streak. He doesn't really get to have things to himself so Moon does try to savour anything that is his entirely- (The only person they don't mind sharing with is Sun. The others would need a little more persuading-) (and by a little I mean a lot)

#fnaf sb #security breach moondrop #security breach x reader #fnaf x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #montgomery gator x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #glamrock chica x reader #monty gator #fnaf moondrop #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf sunnydrop #fnaf daycare attendant

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carminite-wyrm · 3 years

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A Genshin Impact Hermitcraft AU Idea, God Help Me

Last year, on September 28, a particular gacha rpg game was released and I, occasionally regrettably, fell straight into playing it. In honour of the fact that this will mean I have lasted nearly a whole year (I got the game a week after bc uni) determinedly not spending any money on Genshin whilst also trying to roll good characters…here’s a bunch of Hermitcraft Genshin AU ideas that I initially came up with at roughly 2.40 am.

The general idea of this AU is that the Hermits end up in a new world that has Genshin-esque mechanics, on top of the usual Minecraft shenanigans. So, Visions and stuff. Also, we’re gonna just…briefly ignore the actual Genshin lore in regards to how Visions and Gnosises (Gnoses?) come about, for this one.

Post-S8, the Hermits are travelling to a new world, ready for another season.

The moment they arrive, it is clear to them all that…something is different. Something is vastly different with this world, for all that it appears much like the previous servers that they have lived in and travelled to. There is something of a…presence to it, in a sense.

When the Something Different doesn’t appear immediately, being the demigods/almost-deities that they are, they go about their days, setting up starter bases, gathering the basic resources and tools, the usual beginnings.

Things change when Doc wakes up one morning after a hard day at work building a new redstone machine, to find a small glowing chess piece lying next to his head, crackling with an ethereal purple light

Upon picking it up, he feels a burst of energy, almost like that one time in the previous world where he and Ren built a lightning-summoning tower

However, the changes it has wrought become apparent later that day when Scar comes out of nowhere with the recording of a creeper’s tell-tale hiss and explosion, and Doc sends him flying backwards with a startled blast of lightning

At first, they chalk it up to ‘Something Funky With Doc’s Current Project’, but after some tests, some experimentation to confirm if it was a one-off reaction…they end up confirming that they may have found out what the Weird Thing about this season’s world is

The duo go to Xisuma with their findings, and, to their collective surprise, X can’t find anything blatantly broken in the server’s code, but he does find a few interesting lines within.

By all appearances, this is not a glitch, but simply an intended feature of the server

Seven lucky hermits, designated as Archons in the server code, will receive a Gnosis, an artefact of elemental power that the server can assign, given to the ‘player who best suits the element’

The server notes speak of how the power granted (and represented through the chess-piece-shaped item) will grant the receiver the capability to shape the land around them

By random chance, other players on the server will also be gifted a Vision, a somewhat lesser artefact that will still grant them a form of elemental power

Given that the Hermits are practically gods in their own right, considering they are already capable of shaping the worlds they arrive in as they see fit…are more curious than worried, at this point

They agree to keep an eye out, to see how chaotic the sudden acquisition of elemental powers will turn out

The next person to receive a Gnosis is Grian, who delights in the bursts of wind he can use to buffer his flight, gliding across the server with naught but the turquoise magic the server has seen fit to grant him

After that, most of the Hermits soon receives some sort of Elemental power from the server

A Summary of Who Gets What (That I can think of so far):

Doc: [Electro Archon]

Can summon lightning, without need for a trident, a thunderstorm, or a machine that can generate an ongoing thunderstorm for as long as its activated

Can also generate an Electro shield, though it does require his active concentration to maintain for longer than a few seconds. This shield appears like a charged creeper’s aura, except purple

Capable of generating a thunderstorm at will, but rarely does it on account of mob spawning dangers

Has found that by channelling a low level of Electro energy, he can in fact power redstone machines just by tapping them/being in close proximity to them

This has proven to both be a blessing and a curse, considering that on occasion, when startled, he has short-circuited some of his machines

Grian: [Anemo Archon]

Generally, uses his powers as a free rocket boost for flying around the server

Upon finding out that he can use the Anemo energy to create pockets of energy that can boost flight, he takes to leaving them all over the server, in convenient locations to make flight that much more efficient

Yes, he absolutely sets up a fancy elytra course that makes use of his flight-boosters to send players rocketing around a course at breakneck paces (poor Scar experiences many instances of kinetic energy)

Bdubs: [Geo Archon]

Suddenly, making mountains and other works of major terraforming is a lot easier

Certainly, he still prefers to sculpt them and detail them by hand, but bringing the basic shape of the mountain forth by brandishing the power of Geo is something that he can do with ease, in this world

A new shop pops up in the shopping district rather quickly after this realisation: Bdub’s Landshaping Service, Now offering quick terraforming at a budget price! (it is, in fact, a service that makes him quite the amount of money)

And when he wants to sleep, without the other hermits breaking his bed? A glowing shield of steadfast golden magic takes care of that.

Gem: [Dendro Archon]

The patch of the server that Gem has claimed for herself quickly springs to life as plants of all varieties grow to surprising proportions, energised by the power that she now can radiate

The effect is most notable in and around her home, of course, but wherever she travels, the plants grow more vibrantly for days afterwards

Adding a forest of birch around her house takes little more than a thought, a fact she uses to prank some of her friends, those who in the last world were rather vocal about their dislike of non-stripped birch

Another power Gem finds herself with is the ability to summon vines even without a surface for them to initially grow upon, and thus it is not uncommon to see Gem building or resting in a hammock of woven vines

Cub: [Cryo] (cannot make up my mind if I think he’d be Archon material or not)

Gathering powdered snow has never been easier, as instead of waiting for a storm to form and last longer than it takes a Hermit to get into the nearest bed, he can simply clap his hands together and a lump of snow shoots out from just above his shoulder.

It does hurt, getting hit by the sudden snow barrage that Cub is now capable of, but except for the occasional snowball fight, his newfound snow-creation ability is used for making increasingly more insane mob farms and snowy building decoration

False: [Pyro]

The magic her Pyro Vision grants her doesn’t become apparent, not for a while, until she visits the Nether for the first time in this world

A mis-swing in a bastion, and suddenly a horde of piglins and hoglins are chasing after her, and there isn’t enough time to pillar away.

She readies her sword and shield, ready to fight, and suddenly her blade crackles to life with bright flames, unlike the fire aspect enchantment in that it actually is on fire.

Every attack she lands, whilst her sword is alight, seems to invigorate her, return strength and stamina that was lost when she had first tried to flee the enraged inhabitants of the bastion

Xisuma:

The admin is one of the few to not receive a Vision or a Gnosis

Quietly, he does admit to being relieved, considering his powers as an admin are already much greater than that of the other Hermits, for all that they are still his equals

And then, one day, whilst X is placing his diamonds to sign up to one of Grian’s newest competitions, he feels a rush of foreign magic, so unlike the familiar ordered pulses of server code

The blast of wind that comes with a swing of his sword, much later whilst he is mob-farming, is greatly surprising, if not unexpected.

The funny thing about all these new powers, granted by the server itself in the form of artefacts that can easily sit in one’s palm, is that for all they are miraculous on their own, the natural capabilities of the Hermits are already enough to rival them

In the hands of an ordinary person, an ordinary player, the powers from this world would bring them close to the near-omnipotence of Creative, could even be the driving force of server-wide conflict.

Powers such as these, while they can build great things, can so easily be used to destroy, to cause war and destruction, and in other realities, they have.

Perhaps whatever trick of fate that caused the server to be capable of granting these powers hoped to create that conflict, to see what would happen when only a few of their number were gifted such strengths.

Later, when the initial surprise and rush to test out the limits of the server’s granted magics dies down, Zedaph approaches Xisuma, one of the few to not possess an artefact of elemental magic, with an observation

Zedaph notes that, from his studies of the Hermits’ new powers, almost all of them are oriented vastly towards combat, whether they be summonable blades of frost, elemental shields, or even the ability to soothe aches and hurts

And even though the Hermits have all found ways to make those powers work in the ways that they wish them to, it does not take away from the fact that the likeliest original purpose of this server’s magic was for fighting

Any other server, any other group, Zedaph quietly says, and there would more than likely have been bloodshed, given the inequality in the range of power granted

At the end of the day however, unexpected gifts of power or not, the Hermits, at their core, are a group that creates and innovates, a band of friends that shape entire worlds with naught but their own ideas and willpower, and regardless of what powers they now possess in this particular realm, that will not change.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #genshin impact #i tentatively tag genshin as well even though its only by a rather vague association lmao #in which i take some of the mechanics of genshin and go 'hey it would be funny if a bunch of practically-demigods got even more powers'#carminite writes

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itsthesinbin · 3 years

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Desecration (Happy Birthday Tori!) NSFT

Happy birthday @beansapalooza ! It’s her birthday today (11/4) and she wanted two of our ocs FUCKIN. This is a recreation of an rp we did where Mav (her demon oc) and Frankie (my human oc) fuck in Frankie’s parents’ church. Do NOT read this if you are under the age of 18.

Frankie is nonbinary and uses they (or he, but i almost only use they for them) pronouns. Misgender them and die.

WARNINGS: Desecrating/destroying a church (so if you’re overly religious/that makes you uncomfortable don’t read), vagina described, unknowing voyeurism for a couple paragraphs (Frankie is unaware, Mav is), demon sex and a demon being HELLA possessive.

I put it all under a read more bc it starts off RIGHT away with the church being fucked up. Also Frankie’s parents are DICKBAGS so don’t feel bad for them.

Mav already loved desecrating churches, but doing it with a funky little human added a whole other level to it. Repressed little bastard going feral on their pastor-father’s bible and ripping it to shreds was doing something to him. Frankie, shy little reserved Frankie, was tearing up bibles and dousing them in the holy water. Dumping the communion wafers onto the ground and staining the drapery with the juice saved for said celebration.

Mav grinned, looking to the podium on the small stage above the seating areas. He hopped up onto the stage, getting behind the podium and throwing his arms out. Frankie, seeing the motion out of the corner of their eye, glanced over to see their not-boyfriend smirking like a little asshole.

“Theydies and gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight! Sadly God couldn’t make it. A shame, really. He would’ve loved watching His house get ransacked.” Frankie snorted, making their way to the stage to join him. He grabbed their hand and shoulder, hauling them up to join him at his side. He brushed black hair out of his eyes, looking at the flat podium again as Frankie bent down to look through the compartments for anything interesting. Mav felt a predatory grin spread across their face.

“I got an idea on a way to give a real, final “fuck you” to your dear parents.” Mav grabbed their hips, startling them and making them stand up straight. He turned them around, pressing their back to the podium. A hand came up, tilting their head toward him as his other hand slid around their waist. They yelped a little as they were pulled up against his sturdy body. When his hand slid to their ass, they tensed up. Now they knew what he was hinting at.

“Mav- I dunno about that-!” They shuddered as he began to press kisses to their neck, pushing against his chest slightly in an attempt to make him move. As solid as a wall, he refused to budge. Instead he bit down on the soft flesh of their neck, causing the words to catch in their throat. He lifted them with ease, setting them on the podium’s flat top. His hands traveled up their shirt, pushing it and their sports bra above their chest.

He immediately began feeling them up, groping and grabbing their soft body with a smirk on his face. Frankie shuddered slightly at the shameless attention, legs spreading a little to allow him to come in closer. He had to suppress his instinct to purr. Hard to do when he was REALLY enjoying himself here.

Mav moved down, running his tongue over their chest before taking a nipple into his mouth. Frankie groaned in response. Their hand went to the back of his head, gripping his hair lightly. He couldn’t help the shiver that left him. Something about this human was intoxicating.

Mav yanked their pants down and threw them over his shoulder, making them yell out a protest. He pulled off of their chest with an eye roll, ignoring their glare. He pulled their underwear aside, grin growing wide as his thumb ran over their slit.

“Already wet just from a little fondling? Does the idea of fucking in the church get you off that much, Frankie?” Frankie tried to reply, but a couple slow circles to their clit turned their words into a shuddery exhale. Mav snickered a little, dropping to his knees in front of them. Their eyes went wide with delicious confusion. Repressed humans were so fun to fuck.

Mav slid a hand under their thigh, hiking it up and opening it wide to allow him to move closer. With a strength Frankie didn’t know he had, he simply ripped their underwear apart. They jumped, mouth open to yell at him for it. A startled groan left them instead as he started to slowly lap at their clit.

He kept the slow pace, grinding his tongue against their clit before swiping it along their slit. Their hand gripped his hair again. He brought a hand up to push his fingers into them slowly, immediately crooking his fingers to draw out a lovely whine. Not bothering to even hide it anymore, Mav let himself start to purr appreciatively. Frankie was a little too busy to really notice, however.

Mav let himself start to change, digging claws into the flesh of their thigh as his tail slapped to the ground. That seemed to startle Frankie out of their stupor, head snapping down to look at him. He couldn’t help but grin as he pulled his fingers out of them, instead rubbing their clit in slow circles with his thumb.

“Something wrong, baby?” His cheshire grin widened as his body changed, going from human to demon right in front of their eyes. He stood up to his full height, leaning down close to their face. Black and white fur almost seemed to shine in the dark, and all Frankie could really see was ethereal white eyes staring down at them.

“You wanted this, right? Don’t wanna back out now, do you?” His wings unfurled, almost shielding them from sight as they curled around the small human. Frankie swallowed the lump in their throat. They were more into this than they wanted to admit. Not that they could hide their desires from Mav, of course.

“Don’t you want to ruin this church, Frankie?” They couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out. Mav shuddered slightly, moving to grasp their hips in his claws. He dug them in, lifting Frankie’s hips and grinding against them. They groaned softly, wrapping their legs around him to bring him in as close as possible.

“So shameless- letting a demon fuck you in the house of God. What would the humans say about you, I wonder?” Mav pushed in with ease, thanks to how turned on Frankie was. He immediately went into a slow pace, leaning down to kiss them roughly. Still keeping in mind his fangs, of course.

Once Frankie was more relaxed, Mav sped up to a pace that they both enjoyed. Frankie moaned as he pulled back from the kiss. He bit down on their shoulder, making them jerk in response to the sudden pain. He ran his tongue over the wound before he laughed in their ear.

“Sensitive little human. Pretty and willing… almost like you were made for me, weren’t you?” Frankie clenched around him, giving away how much they were enjoying this. Oh, he nabbed a lovely little human, didn’t he?

“I asked you a question.” Mav grabbed their jaw, making them look up at him. They let out a small whimper as he slowed down. They let out a shaky breath, reaching up to grasp his shoulders.

“I was-” they answered- “I was made for you, Mav-!” He purred, letting their face go and speeding back up. One of his hands slid around their back, almost cradling them to his chest.

Over Frankie’s moans, he heard a creak.

Mav’s head shot up, his hips slowing once again as he looked for the source of the noise. At the front door, there was a man peeking in. Young, plain- the man that had been hitting on his little human before they really joined him to prepare to leave town. Mav grinned. Oh, this was just too perfect.

“That’s right- a perfect little human made for their demon.” Mav unfurled his wings, exposing Frankie’s back for a moment. They were leaving town after this- might as well send off with a real show. He could see the fear in the mortal’s eyes.

“Tell me, Frankie, baby… What do you belong to?” He snapped his hips to theirs, setting a rough pace that had Frankie whining loudly. Their chest heaved as they looked up at him. He finally broke eye contact with the man, looking down at his beloved little human.

“A demon- I belong to my demon-” they were cut off at the end by a moan. Mav released their other hip, reaching down to rub their clit. A beautiful, high-pitched groan left them at the action. Mav grinned as he heard footsteps bounding down the street, away from the church. Time to wrap this up and hurry out.

Good, because his dick was hurting.

“Be a good little pet and cum for me,” he growled, leaning down and biting down on their neck. A mating mark to lay his claim on them. And the action that triggered their orgasm.

Their nails dug into his shoulders as they tensed up. Their head lolled back and let out a choked moan. Mav’s hips stuttered as he felt it happen, forcing himself to keep the pace as he chased his own orgasm. Frankie clawed at his back, sensitive and whimpering, as they endured the onslaught.

Mav snarled against their neck, bucking up into them as he came. He didn’t bother pulling out, knowing he couldn’t get them pregnant since he wasn’t in season, and they certainly didn’t put up a fight about it. Breeding kink- he’d keep that in mind.

Slowly, they both began to calm down. He slowed down to lazy thrusts, simply enjoying the aftershocks and afterglow. Frankie eased their grip off of him, looking up at him tiredly. Adoration lingered in their gaze as well, something that made Mav ever so slightly uncomfortable.

He finally pulled out, using their ruined underwear to clean them up as best as he could. He threw the torn, ruined underwear onto the piano nearby. Frankie snorted a little as Mav lifted them up. He grabbed the rest of their clothes, heading outside without bothering to dress them. Frankie squirmed.

“Mav! I’m still fucking naked-!” They shivered as they exited the old church, leaving Frankie exposed to the cold night air. He opened the back of his van, chucking them in onto the small mattress set up in the back. They yelped as their clothes were dumped on top of them. He crawled in the back for a moment as they sat up. He could see how exhausted they were.

“Get some sleep- we can talk later, alright? We need to get out of here.” He pressed his forehead to theirs, before letting them lay down on the mattress. He covered them up, only for Prince- his lovely little shithead of a cat- to dig his way under the blanket and cuddle up to their chest.

“Great, getting cucked by my own cat,” he grumbled, earning a laugh from Frankie. Mav snickered a little, shutting the back of the van. He shifted back to his human form as he entered the driver’s seat and began to drive off.

He glanced back at them through the rearview, seeing that Frankie had immediately passed out as soon as they got comfortable. Maybe he fed from them a LITTLE too much- it was hard. Humans like Frankie were just too nice to feed from. He couldn’t help but grin as he looked at the road again. A nice little human, all for him… He could get used to that.

#ocs #mav #frankie #nsft #mine #oc fic #religion ment #ask to tag

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cometkov · 3 years

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WONDER

/ˈwəndər/

noun

a creature that has been possessed by a spirit and subsequently undergoes a process of rapid decay.

I watched the Wonder stalk out of the forest, a silent fear blooming in my chest as the foul stench of rot and miasma took hold of me.

for wonder (v.) as in to be struck with awe and excitement, look elsewhere. you will find no admiration with these creatures.

WHAT ARE WONDERS?

OVERVIEW

to understand what a Wonder is, you first have to understand how the world works. energy flows through the Earth—through river and rock, through smoke and air, even through your very bones. when energy flows in a current, ley lines form; when ley lines intersect, energy hotspots form. these hotspots eject small blips of energy, like a fire spits out embers, called Sprites that are relatively harmless; however, if a Sprite is powerful enough, it can possess a living host and cause trouble. when a Sprite possesses something, it’s called a Wonder.

to most people, Wonders are indistinguishable from normal animals except in late stages of decay, where they may appear sick, injured, or rabid. however, a select few can see their true nature. these people are called Wondermongerers (or WMs for short).

although Wonders are not inherently evil, because of their nature of possession, they pose a threat to animals and people alike. it is the job of WMs to keep Wonders in check and prevent them from causing chaos.

when a Wonder is powerful enough to maintain a body for a long period of time, it gains consciousness and may even begin to integrate with its host, although these cases are extremely rare and very specific conditions must be met. this is generally the point in which a Wonder becomes dangerous. development of an ego means the ability to choose destruction—it is no longer a side effect of nature.

RELATION TO WIP

all main characters except Robin can see Wonders. because of this, Robin has become very aware of how Brier (and others) react in order to gauge a situation they cannot perceive. they also keep a hefty notebook with all the information they learn so they can still be of use.

MORE INFO

because i love these funky little creatures, here’s a short list of the current Wonders i have (though not all of them will make it into the actual story)

Oak; a powerful Wonder that has deemed herself the guardian of Pinnacle’s forest and made it her personal duty to scare the living hell out of Brier. she has the ability to shape-shift between animals and a humanoid form, but she has a giveaway sign of two tails.

Honey Bear; a bear with a body made of yellow, holey gelatin that looks very similar to honey.

Dust Bunnies; what Brier calls Spirites since they appear as fuzzy balls of light that vaguely resemble a rabbit.

The Corvids; the collective horde of crow Wonders that terrorize Brier by stealing her keys, snacks, shoes (it was only once but it was kinda funny) and various other items of importance.

The Ink Wonder; tentatively named the Grim Legend for its ability to posses stories, this Wonder is the reason Brier and Robin have to go to the city. Auster tasks them with sealing it and things go wry, to say the least.

M; it’s a secret, shhh...but i will tell you my favorite part about her design which is her scarlet and gold eyes that are simultaneously a painful and delightful experience to describe

#wip Skeleton Keys #wip sk #sk Wonders #sorry this is barely cohesive; the concept of Wonders has been brewing in my mind for a while but i cant figure out how to explain it well #if anyone wants to pop into my ask box with questions i will gladly answer them 👀

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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LMAO that’s why she’s called Kat. She’s not exactly the same as her brother. In terms of being very deadly in combat they’re both pretty similar, yes, they spar often, but Kat won’t go as far as mastering all weapons and picking a fight with strong looking people. Before Ajax fell into the abyss, his desire is to be an adventurer, explore the world and what not. But after the abyss, well things change. Kat knew that the minute she stare in her brother’s eyes, she knew she lost a part of him.

Her going on her merry way, exploring entire nations, meeting interesting people and over all just having a grand adventure was her way of fulfilling a part of Ajax that she thought she lost. She still loves her brother but she doesn’t know how to confront him with the past and the fatui. Speaking of the fatui, it’s not exactly hard to not suspect a few things. Honestly she doesn’t want to know, hopefully it won’t cause her too much in the long run.

For the most part she lived up to her Anemo Vision. She does what she wants with no regrets. Except on the topic of Ajax and his very questionable life choices. And you were right to assume that their parents have their hands full. Ajax likes adventure + Kat likes adventure = sneaking out a lot to have their own little adventures. Never mind the bone chilling climate of Snezhnaya or the fact this twins are getting pretty adept at climbing houses. Nothing stops them from rescuing a dragon and fighting a princess— no wait that doesn’t sound right.

In terms of sending souvenirs she actually doesn’t do that. Unless she’s going home then she’s sending the souvenirs in bulk. But if she’s still in her conquest of 100% exploration, one nation at a time, she’s only sending letters and recipes and for the sake of trolling her brother her will. Alright now for how she met Xiao. It’s actually pretty funny, after befriending Smiley by buttering him up with compliments he agreed to give her tips on cooking and teach her how to make their specialty dish. When she mastered that, it’s obviously going to lead with her making a few modifications here and there.

Once she’s finish with her version of Almond Tofu, she left it at one of the tables that give the best view on the balcony and went to fetch her Kamera. She’s planning on sending a photo to her family and the recipe. She went back to the balcony only to find her that her food is missing. It obviously piss her off that someone had the AUDACITY to steal from under her nose, her room was close to the balcony she would have caught them red handed!

At this point in time, she’s already a regular and a friendly face in Wangshu Inn. She stayed there whenever she investigate Sal Terrae and to collect horsetail for rice buns. So she’s comfortable whining like a child at Verr about how some punk stole her dinner last night. A very amused Verr told her about the Inn’s secret and Kat just dismissed it “Adeptus or not, won’t change the fact that they stole my food. They should learn some manners or something.”

She woke up the next day with an empty plate on her nightstand and a qingxin flower on it. All Kat could think at that moment was ‘Is this an apology or an insult?’ So that night she made an Almond Tofu. Her Almond Tofu. And she meet the adeptus that night as well. An unlikely friendship was born from this. I’m not gonna go into details because it’ll turn into a fic.

In summary though, their friendship dynamic consist of, a very free spirited woman with a Guardian Yaksha for a guard dog best non human friend. When the traveler arrived and also befriend the yaksha Kat wouldn’t help but feel possessive. They befriended him the same way she unintentionally did. So she cooly challenge them to a chess game, because fighting is her brother’s thunder and unlike some people she doesn’t steal anyone’s thunder. Also chess fights is what cool and sophisticated people do.

They were good, more than that! The traveler actually made things challenging and interesting. Before she or the traveler knew it, quite a few hours had pass already. The traveler was close to dozing off but Kat still wants to play. Despite that, her big sister instinct kicking in, she gently coaxed the traveler to rest. She comfort herself that there’s still tomorrow to continue the game.

Uggghhhh I knew I was gonna word vomit about this. Things might get funky in my ‘descriptions’ because it’s honestly getting dangerously close to being a fic.

-Birdie

Yeaaahh these two would totally make their mom go bald and their dad constantly scolding them for their behaviour or something 😭😭 but you know I think its nice that Childe can have a sibling who is similar to him rather than protecting them 24/7 while hiding his secret life. I think they would share each other's burdens from time to time due to how close they are, at least thats the vibe I'm getting at xP Knowing that Kat isn't as extreme as her brother tells me shes probably the one who has to look out for him the most.

Oh would you look at that, now theres two cooks in the family (the moment I found out that Childe can cook was canon had me melt and vaporize 🥺) Maybe both of them would also have cooking sessions than just fighting ones? Thats some wholesome family moments uwu. Your OC kind of reminds me of a mix with Xiangling and Hu Tao because of their cheery vibes, but compared to their bold attitude, Kat sounds more brave (I guess its cuz she grew up with Childe). Xiao is a scary looking guy whom barely anyone goes near, unless they brushed off that glare like dust and just continue being their cheery self (I honestly love that dynamic as you can see xD). But truthfully, Xiao needs someone who is like that because obviously he's too secluded to do it himself ._.

I think his first impressions of her would be "presumptuous" but later he gets used to her company and it even grows on him. Maybe I'm just over analyzing this, the fact they both have anemo visions show how different they handle it's meaning. One wants freedom and the other knows how to live in it (eeek! Okok i stop before this gets off topic). In addition to the traveler coming into the scene, I bet they'll also become good friends too! After all, they both share the burden of loving their siblings too much (perhaps traveler would find some familiarity in her presence).

Hehe this was a fun read tho \(^0^)/ thank you for sharing! Honestly even if I said this many times, I really love reading people's ideas since it helps me get my inspiration back >_< The word vomit had just begun my friend, you might wanna keep it in a notebook LOL.

#birdie #anon #nya does stuff

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hellklein · 3 years

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[ HELENA KLEIN. 29. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 10 YEARS ] and are originally from [ NEW YORK ]. They are an [ ASPIRING ACTRESS / CLERK AT FUNKYTOWN THRIFT ] and in their downtime love [ ROLLERSKATING ] and [ COLLECTING VINYL ]. They look a lot like [ TESSA THOMPSON ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS ]

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wanted connections

musings

playlist

ABOUT HELENA

sexuality:

bisexual

astrology:

leo ☀, taurus ☾, virgo ↑

traits:

charismatic, down to earth, insecure, old-soul, nurturing, hard-headed, sensitive, persistent, strong, jealous, mature, fun spirited, passionate, idealistic

aesthetic:

roller-skates, old vinyls, disco balls, funky fashion, hollywood dreams, pink lemonade, responsibly irresponsible, vintage taste, dreams before day jobs, messy hair, dead devotion, bruised legs, starry eyes

BIOGRAPHY

[ tw: death mention ]

born & raised in nyc, helena trinity klein grew up as an only child with her two loving parents. her mother was a botanist and her father was an astronomer - two scientists with brilliant minds. her father always called helena his “little star”

helena had a close relationship with her grandmother who was once a popular lounge singer and actress back in the day in nyc. the woman shared music, musicals, and classic films with helena throughout her life. helena would dress up and perform scenes with her grandmother, causing a passion and obsession to begin.

helena took her father’s nickname a little too literally, because it didn’t take long for her to realize she wanted nothing more than to be a star. helena’s parents were supportive of her endeavors, but only because they assumed it was a phase.

it was clear from a very young age that helena was quite brilliant just like her parents, and it had always been expected she’d become a scientist as well. helena even attended a technical high school dedicated to science for a year until she convinced her parents to transfer her back to her regular high school where her friends were.

in high school, helena performed in every musical produced by the theater program and often landed prominent roles. she possessed her grandmother’s singing voice and the acting chops to match. she surrounded herself with like-minded people - all those who loved the arts. her best friend was an outstanding dancer, and together, they had big dreams.

helena often bonded with her father over older music. she later discovered that he once had a dream of being a musician like his mother, but never chased that dream due to his fear. it was that day she realized she could no longer pretend to her parents that she wanted to be a scientist. she wanted to be an actor, no matter how terrifying or foolish that was.

although there was clear disappointment from both of her parents, they didn’t stand in her way of chasing her dreams. all she ever wanted was for them to believe in her, though that seems unlikely even to this day. it often made her feel so small, especially when her own parents seemed to support her best friend’s dream of being a dancer more than their daughter’s own dreams. helena knew she wouldn’t be able to get the life she wanted in nyc, so she set sails for the west.

helena went to college at UCLA and lived with her cousin who lived in the area. helena promised to do her parents one last favor - get a degree in physics as a backup plan if the acting career never comes through. although she felt pressured to do it, she did it on their behalf and never once spoke about how awful it felt that her parents already envisioned her failing. she could tell they were coming from a good place, and so with that, she went to school for physics while doing everything she could to get her name out there.

modeling, acting in commercials, student films, and more. she did everything she could in college to work towards a career in acting.

when she wasn’t busting her ass between auditions and science projects, helena spent time with friends trying her best to have a life out there in california. she had ways of dealing with all her stress - going out with friends, listening to music, roller skating, and eventually even roller derby. skating had been something she’d done her whole life. being good on wheels even allowed her to be in a handful of music videos as a roller girl.

her grandmother passed away while she was in school, and the death came with a great toll on helena. she was heartbroken, because in her eyes, her only true supporter of her dreams were gone. that woman was the reason she lived and breathed the things she did. helena owed her everything, and she owed her everything to never give up.

once she graduated from school, helena didn’t stop chasing her dream of being an actor. she moved in the silver lake area with her friend from college, valentina, and got a job at a thrift store she always frequented heavily.

other than a handful of small guest appearances on tv shows, background extras, and a few viral tik toks with her roommate - she didn’t quite become the star she envisioned becoming. now on the brink of her thirties, she’s beginning to wonder if it’s time to hang up the acting hat. but for now, she pushes on and continues to go to audition after audition even when their answers are always no.

HEADCANONS

helena is seriously way too good at roller skating and you can catch her always skating to work. she’ll even skate around the store when her manager lets her.

she's on a roller derby team and has been on and off for years now since college. her derby name is 'helen de-stroy', a play on words of helen of troy.

she likes to stay active - when she’s not roller skating, she’s boxinng/kickboxing, doing yoga, and hiking.

though she loves to have fun and go out, helena is perpetually the responsible ‘mom’ friend of the group. she’s the one making sure you drink water and holding your hair back when you puke at the end of the night.

she’s been in only one serious relationship. she goes on the occasional date, but she’s all about having a meaningful connection with people.

helena collects vinyls and plays a lot of them while she’s working.

she’s very into fashion, though her looks have been deemed funky and thrifty. she likes bolds colors, chunky jewelry, you name it.

to be added ....

#reposting !!#ignore meeee <3 #slintro

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this-life-so-far · 3 years

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Growing Up: The Early Years

The earliest memory I have of growing up is being in the back of my dad’s white GMC truck and hearing the opening guitar riff of “Sweet Child O’ Mine” being blared on the cheap speakers that were in the back seat with me and my sister. I’ll never forget just looking out the window and being “happy” when hearing the music and not having to care about what was going on in my family. In this memory I have, I vividly remember my father driving down the mountain heading towards Marion NC. In my eyes, the window was the perfect frame for a stage and every blade of grass that was outside the window were dying fans wanting to meet me. It’s odd that I’ve recently just started thinking about this memory lately, however it seems to be one of the few memories I can think of from my childhood that actually aren’t filled with some kind of dread. Whether that’s good or bad, it’s honest. There’s a certain innocence behind the memory and I think that’s why I cherish it so dearly. Within the innocence is something magical and I think I’ve always carried that feeling with me throughout my life.

Growing up, my family was poor. We lived in an old run-down trailer that had holes in the floors and busted-out windows that had plastic put over them to makeshift a window. We never had money, sometimes no food and sometimes no love. I know my parents tried their hardest and I’m just grateful that they provided a roof over our heads. The trailer would decline in shape over the years, but growing up in it, I never noticed how poor we were at certain times. I had toys, I had video games, but sometimes I wouldn’t have food. The necessity that any child shouldn’t have to worry about; however, one thing that I had was music. Music would become, and still is, the foundation of how I view the world in many different ways. One of my fondest memories was when my mother surprised my sister one Christmas with a CD/Cassette player. The CD player was the nicest thing in our trailer for the longest time. Along with the CD player, my mother bought her a bunch of CDs from one of those weird subscription services that were in the back of magazines in the late 90s. My mother and dad had picked out a bunch of 80s hair -metal CDs from the 20 something CDs you got from this subscription service. After seeing all of the Def Leppard, ZZ Top, and Guns N Roses CDs that were littered through the box, my sister came across her portion of the CDs. My sister’s portion of the CDs consisted of Spice Girls, NSYNC, Jordan Knight, Britney Spears, and a CD that she quickly tossed away that would later become one of my most prized possessions which was a Backstreet Boys CD.

After my sister neglected the CD for some time, I would slowly start listening to it and getting that feeling I had looking out the window of my dad’s truck and pretending there was an arena of people out there waiting for me. When I would hear songs like “As Long As You Love Me” or “Quit Playing Games with my Heart” I would dance and sing in my home and people would notice me. I never had that much attention growing up, so imagine what was going through the mind of a six-year-old performing in front of his family and them actually noticing. It was an escape and one that I was proud of. If I got sad (which happened a lot during my childhood) I would put on songs like “All I Have to Give” or “I’ll Never Break Your Heart” and just sit back and think about how it felt like I lost something. I was a six-year-old kid at the time who couldn’t have lost too much besides a Power Rangers toy or a Pokémon card, however, I remember hearing these ballads and becoming sad. I knew there was some emotion of love coming from the songs, but I didn’t know what it meant to me. I’m not even sure how to describe the feeling now, I just knew if things were bad in the home; I could put on the slow songs and hideaway crying while singing the chorus and if things were good, I could put on the “funky” songs and dance and be the center of attention. It was the music that helped me escape the chaos of everyday life. Even at this young age, I was ready to “woo” the girl of my dreams into

My mother was always my biggest fan. When she was in her right mind, there was no one else in the world that could make me feel as special as she could make me feel. I loved more than my mother, but when she was on one of her binges, she quickly became my biggest enemy. I can remember so many nights watching my mom pass out on the floor, in a restaurant, or even falling asleep standing upright while cooking for me and my sister. I would find out later in my life that my mother used substances to keep her away from her past. Thankfully instead of turning to substances like my mother to hide from the ugly past, I turned to music and that helped keep me straight through a lot of rough times in my life. My mother did love me with everything she had in her. I have no doubts about that. I just wish that I could’ve had the mother I knew she could be all the time. She was someone who is special. I believe that if she didn’t have an addiction that she would’ve turned out to be someone who could’ve made a difference in the world. She was kind, beautiful, intelligent, and everything that I strive to be to this day still, however, she carried around a burden that never got any easier to carry.

Even as a child, I wanted to help my mom carry that burden, no matter the cost. I remember being young and my mother asking me to help her look for my father’s pain pills. I knew that if I found them and she took some of them, she would play with me and be the “super-mom” I knew she was capable of being. Needless to say, many days when my dad was at work and my sister was at my grandparent’s home, me and my mother would spend the entire day tearing up our small little trailer apart looking for that magical little orange bottle of pills. I knew every time she would find them. You would hear a little giggle that was followed by the sounds of pills shaking back and forth in the bottle. I’ll always remember those giggles and the little smiles. I knew my mother was happy finding the pills and I was just happy that she was happy. I wanted a playmate during this time. I never had friends over because even at the age of 6ish I was embarrassed by our house and the conditions we lived in, so I needed a playmate and someone to watch me sing and dance for them.

I was always afraid of my dad. I’m not sure exactly why. He never was intentionally mean to me or my sister, he was just never really involved either. My father would come home from work and go straight to his bedroom and shut the door. It seemed like the only time he was up; he was fussing with my mother about the pills she had found and taken. I never appreciated that from my father in the younger part of childhood. I thought he was trying to make my mother not love me any more by not letting her have the pills that transformed her into “super-mom.” I really wish I had more to say about my father during this part of my childhood, however, it just seems like he wasn’t involved with me or my sister until a little later in our lives. I just know that if you made him mad and he came at you with the belt, he would be the s#!t out of you (there’s no nicer way to put it.) If that ever happened, it was time to cuddle up to the speaker of my sister’s CD player and cut on a ballad by Backstreet Boys. I used music to self-heal myself even back then. By the time we would get our whippings from our father, my mother could be found passed out somewhere. No one was there for us.

My sister was gone a lot during this time. She spent a lot of time with my grandparents during the summer days and almost every weekend with them during school time. I always loved my sister. I still love her and miss her like crazy. I know that with all of my heart. I’m just not sure how I felt about her growing up during this part of my childhood. My sister was made out to be a “golden child” of the entire family. She was pretty, nice, very smart, and she could actually sing too. She even had her own glamour shots done during this time and was deemed to be “destined for greatness” according to our peers. This left me estranged. How could I have any attention on me when she was that damn good? It wasn’t fair. She was better than me on all levels. I just felt like a forgotten puppy that someone left behind because they couldn’t care for it anymore. All I needed now was for someone to throw me in a van and take me away from my home and put me in a strange place (that would happen a little later.) I honestly don’t know if my sister ever knew how I felt about her growing up around this time. She would later protect me from a lot of evil caused by my parents, but during this time period of my childhood, she was my biggest enemy.

That never seemed to deter me from finding new ways to find attention. I know it sounds selfish, but as a kid, I craved love and affection. I needed it so I could build a solid foundation for my future self. I remember being younger and drawing a cartoon. I’m honestly not sure what the cartoon was but my mother was blown away by the ability I had to draw at a young age. After I amazed her with one of my cartoons, I just kept drawing. I remember vividly drawing pictures of Pokémon, SpongeBob, and even members of Backstreet Boys just hoping for her approval. I would spend hours on these drawings and once I completed them, I would rush to my parents to show them off. Years later when going through their things after a move, I would find where they saved some pictures I drew of Link from Legend of Zelda and that’s always meant a lot to me. They were quick to dismiss them, but they never threw them away to my knowledge. It was a weird dynamic, getting behind the scenes love, just give it to me now like they were with my sister damn it. I needed it to be stable because all around there were constant moments of doubt.

Within times of doubt, there was always something that kept me going. Just the tiniest little thing that would make me feel an endless amount of love. One night I remember vividly was my mother driving me around looking for Pokémon cards. She didn’t have a license and didn’t really drive often, but she knew how much I wanted them after getting my first Arcanine card from a girl in 1st grade and she took the risk to drive me around Spruce Pine looking for them. I was scared because looking now it’s questionable whether she was even sober when driving around with me in the front seat, but I just remember so vividly using passing lights from the neighborhood and town to light the card up so I could continue to look at the card. The card is long gone in my collection, but that memory is priceless because it just reminds me that my mother and father did have pure hearts despite the substance abuse issues.

There substance abuse issues would later lead to domestic discord and violence. One of the earliest encounters I remember from this time in my youth was when me and my father went to a yard sale. At the yard sale, I found some Mario Kart toys. The toys were of Bowser and Yoshi inside their karts if you were wondering. I was just in awe because Mario Kart 64 was a game my family always played together and to have toys based on the game, seemed like a foreign concept to me for some reason. I was eager to get back home to show my mother the toys, and when me and my father arrived home, I ran in to show off the toys. My mother acted like she cared but as soon as my father walked in, they started arguing. The arguing went on for some time, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I took my toys in the hallway and began playing with them. The stretch of hallway connecting my parent’s room to the living room was Rainbow Road and I was insisting on playing on this makeshift track for as long as possible.

After some time of arguing in the living room, my father decided he had enough and took off to his bedroom. Within moments my mother was chasing behind him and berating him to the fullest of her lung capacity. After my father slammed the door in my mother’s face, my mother went off and ran and got a butcher’s knife out of the kitchen and started charging at the door. My father had opened the door to see what my mother was doing and the next thing I know; she’s charging at him yelling “I’m going to slit your goddamn throat Pat.” I feared for my father and began screaming and crying. My father shut the door and locked it and after minutes of my mother kicking at the door, then finally she started stabbing the door with the knife. This was after my father had put his body up against the door to hold it shut so my mother couldn’t get into the room. I was crying and running away leaving my precious Mario Kart toys in the floor and after some time my mother quit stabbing the door and left the area. I don’t remember anything after that hardly other than my father putting up stickers and Pokémon poster on the bedroom door so DSS wouldn’t see the stab marks on the door. It’s so bizarre how you can remember the confrontation but can’t remember hardly anything about the cool-down period.

Thankfully no Mario Kart toys were harmed during this incident, only a child’s sanity. Times like these were the reason I truly hated my sister while we were growing up. She got to be away at my grandparent’s home, and I was stuck in the middle of the chaos. Don’t get me wrong, there were weekends that were perfect for a child to enjoy, but those weekends would get drowned out by the weekends I just mentioned in this incident. I had no protection during these incidents, but somehow, I was the one going to each parent to try and cheer them up. It’s just so cruel and unfair that I felt I had to be a support for both parents and try to pretend that everything was okay, especially while my sister was taking her weekend trips to Wal-Mart and restaurants with my grandparents. She was also getting NSYNC shirts too from them, where the hell was my Backstreet Boys shirt.

#self help #foster care #childhood

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