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tsublue · 10 months

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Chiron & wounds ASTROLOGY

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What is Chiron in Greek Mythology?

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Chiron, in Greek mythology, one of the Centaurs, the son of the Titan Cronus and Philyra, an Oceanid or sea nymph. Chiron lived at the foot of Mount Pelion in Thessaly. Unlike other Centaurs, who were violent and savage, he was famous for his wisdom and knowledge of medicine.

Chiron astrological explanation:

The asteroid represents the strength of vulnerability, healing wounds (of trauma sometimes), what were given to you from generations before you/ancestors.

Chiron is the strongest in Saturn & Uranus and said to be it’s ruler metaphorically since asteroids do not have an official ruler.

Astrology can point out some things that are possibly relevant to you. Please do not blame it on the placement or anything as such. Astrology is not what, but how. Use this for your advantage and 110% seek help and support if needed.

Chiron in Aries/1st house/1, 13, 25*

You may have been raised to be independent / or have superiors project such quality onto you. You are longing for justice. When going into wounds then there can be a feeling of having an unimportant purpose & uselessness. There is a chance of an unfortunate event in sports has happened on a mental/psychological level that can be hurting you.

Chiron in Taurus/2nd house/2, 14, 26*

You may have an insecurity for your soft side and struggle to either let out feminine energy or even have trouble with things surrounding your voice.(Either for an example struggling to let out your mind for others.)

There can be an insecurity for material possessions like insecure about your house. There will be a fear of losing things surrounding vocal abilities, vulnerability & material possessions.

Chiron in Gemini/3rd house/3, 15, 27*

The feeling of being unintelligent and poorly communicated is the stepping stone. There can come a feeling of being different from others which means you are not meant to fit in, but stand out and shine. It is not an embarrassing thing and should be embraced and used to your advantage. Since gemini is the sign of communication there is a possibility for social anxiety or due to moving to a different country there could he a language barrier troubling you.

Chiron in Cancer/4th house/4, 16, 28*

There is a possibility that you have uncleared connections with a family member/superior or more troubling you, even possibly would that be on a subconscious level that needs to be worked out. You may have a feeling of being unloveable or abandoned in the family. You can feel like you don’t receive as much care as some other members and it can upset and hurt you. This can highly affect self esteem mentally and psychologically and cause emotional pain and feeling of emptiness.

Chiron in Leo/5th house/5, 17, 29*

This placement can make you feel like others don’t see you as an individual and more of a “background” character. Like you may feel like you are not noticed that much. This can show any type of performance anxiety. You can feel unnoticed and ignored mostly. This can show an insecurity about some talent that should be used by you to your advantage and it’s important to find a right kind of social circle for your own good.

Chiron in Virgo/6th house/6, 18*

There can come an unpleasant feeling of being unclean, incompletement, unorganized and it relates to self-worth. You may have an intendancy of trying to “fix” yourself, but it 11/10 times just backfires until you realized you really cannot and that’s okay and normal.

Chiron in Libra/7th house/7, 19*

You seek for close and true relationships of any kind, but mostly have failed in that. You may spend time trying to find things that can complete you. You may feel inept and unsuccessful at communication and that can also create insecurity leading to even more difficulties creating the relationships.

Chiron in Scorpio/8th house/8, 20*

There can be an uncleared or an unpleasant relationship with a deceased individual that you may feel guilt over. You can be really terrified of change and transformations. Risk taking is also a not so relevant theme for you and may sometimes relate to earlier memories with bad causes around such topics that have kept you from doing it yourself.

Chiron in Sagittarius/9th house/9, 21*

There may be a traumatic experience from or just not having an interest in overseas travel. You’ve felt a disconnect in religion and feel like it’s not something for you and feel that it is or has been kept you from some things that you value. You can be very skeptical and non believing of spiritual practices. This can also mean an existential crisis since of finding no point in such themes including higher studies and see that it’s not something for you.

Chiron In Capricorn/10th house/10, 22*

In it’s home.

Can cause anxiety of financial gains. There is an desperate need for achievement. There can come a feeling of being unheard, unrecognized in non beneficial situations. This placement is good since once in a while you will be reminded of your wound and it pushes you to work on it and get it in harmony. You constantly have a need and strategically think of every situation and how beneficial it can be and is for you.

Chiron in Aquarius/11th house/11, 23*

In it’s home.

This can show that you might’ve been raised on a screen or an electronic item has been a part of your childhood. It can show an insecurity in the technological stuff like not knowing how to do something on a computer. This placement can show a struggle of finding what you like and your purpose since it’s something different from the usual. There can also be a possibility of not wanting to show your face on the internet.

Chiron in Pisces/12th house/12, 24*

You don’t like to be alone with yourself in solitude. There can be anxiety surrounding being left out. There can come a feeling of “life is unfair”, but only to realize (when healed) that every individual is on their own path and they do not align with each other. Due to not enjoying your own company and other factors can result in emotional disconnect. You crave the universe/any religion god you believe in approval and as such and when being rejected can cause the person to shut down.

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firefirefruit · 3 months

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twenty-Three

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Twenty-Three: Children of the Beyond

What’s the worst thing that could happen to a person who treasures knowledge?

Simply, they’re refused education.

Well - let’s refine that a little bit further:

They’re refused the education that actually matters, and they’re given the one that’s supposed to turn one into a highly-esteemed Wano lady.

You were not the ideal female blueprint of what they were expecting. When you came out of your mother’s womb, it was barely a private matter; the Kozuki higher-ups of the clan circled around the event of your birth, watching, waiting to see what would come out of this woman.

Was it going to be a prideful and celebratory matter - an honourable boy, prepared to carry the Kozuki title for another generation?

Or would it be…something else. Something not even dared to be uttered between each other in the fear of it rendering true.

Another pretty face added into a group of closed-mouth, fluttering pretty faces? Albeit their feminine forms and minds graceful, as composed as wolves that prowl before a rippling moon, they will never amount to anything in the Land of Wano.

Instead of being allowed to embrace their true forms, they would become domesticated. By man.

And when your mother would grunt and scream for one last push, sweat donning her back and face in such an overbearing substance of what could only be called hope, she would think in that moment – ‘Curse all these men who watch me. They will never understand the pain and joy of offering life.’

And with her last breaths, with her last warrior-like pushes and her last venomous thoughts, you would come into the world.

Not in the hands of your dying mother, but in the scrambling hands of those desperate to see your sex. You scream like a ferocious animal within those hands, wriggling away like an uncontainable soul.

“A girl,” someone would say in gasping breath, their voice faltering immensely.

There’s a crushing silence within the bedchambers. No one even attempts to look at each other, their breaths lodged in their throats like a large, repulsing bone in the midst of what was supposed to be a delicious meal. Instead, their eyes droop furiously onto the woman that lays dead in her bed.

“Even within her last breaths…she was a disappointment,” one hisses, slamming his cane against the brushed wooden floors. “Dishonourable woman!”

Kozuki Sukiyaki was in that room. Not often did he utter a word within those four walls. Not often did he react to the news of his granddaughter, or even the death of his daughter. He merely stood next to the closed door, his expression unreadable within the shadows of the daylight.

“Raya,” Kozuki Sukiyaki would manage to voice out loud, one of the few things he would say within the history of this moment.

Everyone would turn to their Shogun, the shuffles of their footsteps could only be described as flustered and clumsy.

“I…I’m sorry, my lord?”

Sukiyaki looks up to the clan, the beams of sunlight crossing the stricken face of a man who just lost his child, and he tightly purses his lips.

“If you were listening to my daughter’s last words, you would have known the child’s name,” he growls. “Raya. That is her name. The child of the Sun.”

They look down at the howling baby in their repulsed fingertips, not knowing how to react, or what to say, in the midst of their Shogun.

Raya. The child of the Sun. Born within light, and roaring like fire, you would rise like the sun for the next generation of Wano.

What you would not have known, though, was that for the next eight years of your ferocious life, you would try to be extinguished. A hand cupped over your small, brimming flame, pinching at the light that dared to seep in through the cracks of your eyes, you would merely be trained to become a lady.

That’s all they would try to do to you – to contain, smother and cool you off like a promising young lady.

And while you sought for knowledge – and, you mean, the real type of knowledge – within the literacy of what they gave you, it was not enough.

You wanted to read. Fuck, you wanted to swear. You wanted to be improper, and get dirty, and fight like a boy. To get bloodied, and muddied, and scream for the first time in your life.

So you did exactly just that.

You would steal books; read about the sciences, medicines, how to cure or bandage different injuries. You would read of true literature - illegal scripts of fictional stories about girls who acted like boys.

You would run away from home – to fight with the boys in the army, to grasp the hands of reluctant girls at your age, trying to show them a different way of freedom.

You would sneak into Sukiyaki’s workshop to play with his swords – slam them with no finesse against blocks of wood sprawled within a box of scraps, and then accidentally hit your head on his anvil.

You would look through his books of swordsmithing, read the ways of the Samurai, of sword-wielding and Ikigai, and you fell in love with the art of it. You fell in love with not only the idea of becoming a powerful Samurai, but of creating the very weapon that would lay within your fingers, become a part of your sought-for honourable identity.

You would get thrown into your rooms, locked for days. You would get slapped. Hit on the areas that were not visible, of course, because heaven forbid they mark the face or hands of a woman. Because then, she wouldn’t be desirable, but merely an opened and tainted piece of food.

They would scream at you, as the tears you would try to furiously suck back in would inevitably stream down your angry little face. They would point at the blue-haired girl in the corner, who would always stare at the tongue-lashing, wide-eyed and frightened every single time it would happen to you.

“You are an animal!” they would scream, spitting with such hatred - for when they looked at you, they saw your dishonourable mother within your glittering eyes. “Follow in your dear cousin’s footsteps, or you shall be thrown away!”

You turn around to the direction of their venomous pointing finger, and you stare. With loud, furious tears in your eyes, you would stare back at the little girl who, in turn, had quiet, sad ones painted across her rosy cheeks. Hiyori.

Hiyori, the child of the Moon. The perfect epitome of what a woman should be.

Raya, the child of the Sun. Tainted, animalistic and sunburnt. Marked as dishonourable.

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saturnsoups · 9 months

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Divinity of Gojo Satoru

a vedic astrology perspective

keep in mind that every system of knowledge serves some purpose so lets be respectful towards different schools of astrology. keep in mind I'm using

Vedic depictions ( with Hindu deities of nakshatras (constellations) with Vimshottri planetary rulers for each )

Sidereal measurements for planetary placements in the sky

Whole house system

let's begin

time and time again me and my astrology friends have noted that Gojo Satoru is "the stereotypical Sagittarius" according to the tropical astrology - you know the larger than life personality, the "teacher" and the classic funny guy who is known to not commit to women (still not expressively seen in the mangas or anime itself). Moreover his technique is very jupiturian in it's own way - expansive and divine, note the word divine because he has actually quoted few religious and spiritual references during major rebirths of his ( gojo vs toji arc ) and if you don't know what that is I suggest you to read the mangas or maybe wait for the season 2 of the anime. but today i'll be discussing on the sidereal astrological significations of Gojo, the strongest and show you how he embodies this nakshatras and their archetypes surprisingly well.

Gojo satoru is born on the 7th of December 1989 and because i was unaware of any specified birth place i searched up the location of the actual Gojo Shrine which is in Tokyo. Gojo is known to be a kuge family descendant of the sugawara clan, which dominated the imperial courts in kyoto during the heian period.

Sun in Jyeshtha nakshatra

the vedic astrology system uses the current planetary placements in the cosmos thus it is 24 degrees late than the tropical zodiac as vedic astrology uses sidereal calculations.

Gojo is a sagittarius sun in tropical astrology but a scorpio sun in sidereal but don't worry we are on to the same person ( or character ) here.

His sun falls in the nakshatra of Jyestha meaning the eldest and it's nakshatra lord is mercury. An extremely hot nakshatra which is jyestha makes the native be very fire like in nature. Now all of this doesn't go together with satoru right? Well guess who is the presiding deity of this nakshatra - Indra the king of the gods.

jyestha natives are known to be extremely skilled with mercury as their nakshatra lord and mars as their zodiac lord - scorpio - giving them extreme powers to excel in activities like politics and fighting and indra grants the native extreme wealth and its symbol talisman manifests as the native having power and authority. Indra manifests his power on the material plain making the natives have an authoritative position given he was mythologically a warlord aswell.

This highly powerful placements makes the natives the best at their fields, high achievers. and aces very often due to their make it or break it nature along with their often found entitled nature Indra indulges in theatrical pleasures like watching dances and entertaining courtly rituals and also indulges in a sweet drink called soma. Unlike modern myths Indra is one of the most crucial gods behind the 6000 year old hindu texts of wisdom from which we derive this knowledge from thus making it's native wise and clever. Jyestha is the last nakshatra of the second phase of nakshatras, the phase of gaining and nurturing personal power and self identity and vigor and thus is this is where the natives showcase a lot of their prowess.

Connecting that to Satoru we see quite a few themes repeating itself a number of times namely him being the eldest in his friend circle - Geto and Shoko are both a year younger than him, making him the eldest. Gojo is said to come from an rich and esteemed clan giving him the bag in that aspects - riches are at his footstep. Not only that he is the head of this esteemed clan - an imperial clan in real life out of the anime but still - the authority - the king. Not only is he the head of his clan but an important figure in the entire jujutsu society so much so that his birth alone shifted the balance of the jujutsu world. He is the best - the strongest - the only honored one through the heavens and earth. He is the strongest fighter, the strongest sorcerer - sidereal scorpio's ruling planet mars' raw strength matching with the nakshatra lord mercury in magic and sorcery as mercury is between the air and earth realms - between the heaven and the earth. He is the teacher now teaching the basics and essentials of the jujutsu society. he is the head, the King and is supposed to know better than other because no one is above the God King.

Satoru is known to eat sweets, he has a sweet tooth just like how Indra indulges in Soma rasha before wars because it fuels him adds vigor - Gojo consuming sweets to stimulate his brain but ultimately getting a sweet tooth - which unsurprisingly Indra is known to be a very regular customer of Soma aswell.

It's surprising how the nakshatras manifest through characters. More info in future. I don't think i'll be considering the moon sign and the rest of the chart yet as we know very little of gojo satoru even though the significant events of his past does strongly show his moon nakshatra purva bhadrapada where one has no limitations and is free but needs to reign themselves in to pass through the spiritual tests and attain self mastery. i think i'll be making another post on that later on.

#satosugu #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #vedic astrology #vedic astro notes #vedic astro observations #astrology #astro observations #scorpio #sagittarius #pisces #geto suguru #sukuna #taurus #capricorn #aquarius #virgo

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 1 year

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Rassilon = Rassilon /ɹˈasɪlˈɒn/

Name, Singular. Non-gendered.

Definition There once was a Time Lord named Rass, Who studied relative mass, While stating a theory His cheeks became weary From talking out his own ...

[CENSORED BY THE HIGH COUNCIL OF GALLIFREY]

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AKA the "Conquerer of Yssgaroth", the "Overpriest of Dronid", the "First Earl of Prydon", the "Patris of the Vortex", and the "Ravager of the Void", blessed be High Lord Rassilon, for it is they who created Time Lord society and hath made much sacrifice for us that we might be mighty in the universe they hath gifted unto the Homeworlders.

Example ↪ Romanised: Oxasai'Maezol-Rassilon! ↪ English: Serve mighty Rassilon! ↪ Audio:

↪ Sollifreyan (font v1):

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Etymological and Morphological Breakdown:

Ras- (Stem): The stem 'ras' in 'Rassilon' is deeply rooted in the Gallifreyan language, signifying 'strength'. This association is directly linked to Rassilon's character and his foundational role in Time Lord society. It reflects his status as a figure of immense power and capability, whose legacy has shaped the very fabric of Time Lord civilisation.

-lon (Suffix): Gallifreyan scholars are not in agreement, but it's posited that the suffix '-lon' in 'Rassilon' may be derived from 'lop', relating to 'light'. This part of the name could symbolise enlightenment, guidance, or illumination, qualities that Rassilon, as the founder of Time Lord society, embodies. Some scholars also posit that the '-n' suffix could be related to future tense, making '-lon' akin to 'light of the future', but this is disputed in academic circles.

Usage and Additional Notes:

Honorific Title: Maezol-Rassilon (High Lord Rassilon): Rassilon is one of the few individuals in Gallifreyan history to receive the highly honorific title 'Maezol-Rassilon', meaning 'High Lord Rassilon'. This title underscores his esteemed position and the high regard in which he is held. 'Maezol' is a term that elevates his status, indicating a level of respect and reverence accorded to few others.

Cultural Significance: Rassilon's name, and particularly the honorific 'Maezol-Rassilon', carries immense cultural weight. It is a name that's invoked with great respect and is synonymous with the foundational principles and achievements of Time Lord society. His influence is so profound that his name has integrated into the language as a stem for words related to strength.

Symbolic Representation: The name 'Rassilon' symbolises a blend of strength ('ras') and enlightenment ('lon'), reflecting the dual aspects of his character as both a powerful leader and a bringer of knowledge. This duality is central to understanding his role and legacy in Gallifreyan history.

Modifiers: ↪ Plural: Rassilon-ua (Rassilons) ↪ Negative: yapki-o (not Rassilon) ↪ Honorific: Maezol-Rassilon (High Lord Rassilon)

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#doctor who #dr who #time lords #gallifreyan language #conlang #GIL #gallifrey institute for learning #GIL words #TOTW: Rassilon #whoniverse

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purplekoop · 2 months

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Do the characters of War Bots have a base and/or team name? Do they have roommates? Are there wacky sitcom-esque situations between them?

Ooh, this gives me a good general chance to talk about connected characters!

The biggest group (by a small margin) is Formann, Xenir, and Burnett, who don't have a formal group name yet but they're the building team! Because reconstruction and bot repair are vital jobs in this world, they tend to be pretty highly regarded positions. That said, this trio in particular tends to be more open to odd jobs since they're a neutral party between the big Haven government and the rebel Outlander factions, and tend to just work for whoever pays more without picking permanent sides since it's their belief there's no "right" side between the two. This of course tends to rub some people on either side the wrong way, but they manage to navigate both circles fine enough. I like to imagine their dynamic being vaguely like Team Chaotix with some traits mixed around. Formann is the rugged but caring grandpa-like figure, Xenir is the bright-eyed dreamer who wants to help people, and Burnett is the short-tempered practical one. They enlist as mercenaries in the Plantoid fight mostly because Formann and Xenir want to help people, and Burnett just begrudgingly does what she has to for a paycheck.

Aside from that group, most of the other groupings I have in mind are smaller pairings.

Calber and Navea are actually old colleagues from one of the prior Outlander wars, serving as esteemed high-ranking members of the Haven militia. They were both built as well... some of the few literal war bots in this cast, with Calber being a standard infantry unit while Navea is a more robust "juggernaut" model, so her model is much less common. Calber largely resents his time in action, detesting conflict between bots just as much as the conflicts that drove humans into extinction. Navea meanwhile is more of an optimist, still not liking conflict but seeing it as a necessary evil sometimes. Both of them were some of the first contacted to lead the fight against the plantoid invasion, though it took some personal convincing from Navea to get Calber willing to go back into action.

Not so much a proper group but more just a pair of character that I'd want to put together in an "official" story is Poppett and Martinet. This was actually a suggestion by my partner, since I didn't realize "poppet" was a british term of endearment, so they suggested they pair up as a sort of adoptive father-daughter duo. They both have some manner of leg-mounted wheels so I figured it makes sense, plus I like the potential interactions between the skilled but vaguely aloof parental figure clashing with the impulsive but still relatively grounded child-ish figure.

A pairing that I had in mind but scrapped due to one of the characters being scrapped was a dynamic between Wilderoad and a bot named Kashov. He was meant to be a money-based utility character back when the PvP mode had a money mechanic, but since that was scrapped in favor of the simpler loadout system, and I didn't know how to have a character exist in both modes where his main mechanic was only built into one of them. Because the PvE mode still has an upgrade shop (ala TF2's MvM), he's still planned to feature as the shopkeeper there since I like his potential personality. I always like the shifty spineless salesman characters, and he's always been especially pathetic in my head. Here's what he looks like, though uh. Be warned: old and not great art. Why does his right arm look like that.

Anyways, Wilderoad as a wandering vigilante has to eventually bargain for supplies with somebody, and their favorite self-preserving capitalist to bargain with is Kashov. Mostly because they don't feel bad about holding him at gunpoint until eventually his scams get negotiated down to a reasonable price. I like their dynamic of "has morals but not for this bastard" and "is the bastard but goes along with the one with morals for practical reasons, and yet will still try to be a bastard at any given opportunity". At this time one of Wilderoad's alternate weapons was implied to be something they stole from Kashov, since it was a revolver that increased money earned from dealing damage and getting kills.

Unless I'm forgetting something that's the main group dynamics I have planned at this moment. It's something I definitely wanna flesh out more over time, but since gameplay takes precedence over story it's more something that's more just connecting dots and building from there. I wanna figure out more connections, but individual character stories and the overall plot still have a lot that needs work in general.

Good question though, was looking for a chance to bring some of this stuff up at some point!

#koop's oc stuff #war bots #asks

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krystalklear21 · 4 months

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Introducing: Otto Octavius. A Battlemage who hailed from the Imperial City in Cyrodiil.

Name: Otto Octavius Race: Imperial and Nord Gender: Man Age: 50 Birthplace: Imperial City, Cyrodiil Alignment: Lawful Neutral MBTI- INTJ

Sexuality: Sapiosexual / Pansexual

Personality: Charming, ruthless, intensely focused, highly intellectual, driven by curiosity and innovation, disregard for social conventions. Condescending, arrogant, sarcastic, proud, snobbish, stoic, high standards, elegant. When he compliments someone, he offers praise with a touch of condescension, highlighting perceived shortcomings in a sophisticated yet critical manner. Otto can be a very strict and tough teacher, but his precious students mean a great deal to him.

Likes: books, libraries, Dwemer mechanisms, research, experimentation, innovative magic and technology, teaching and mentoring, and puzzle-solving.

Dislikes: ignorance, apathy, inefficiency, mediocrity, overly superficial pursuits, deceit, disrespect, research distractions

Fears: Unforeseen consequences of experiments or studies gone wrong, especially if they endanger his students or threaten Skyrim's magical balance, falling short of his high standards or being perceived as inadequate, getting hurt from vulnerability and emotional exposure due to his guarded nature (especially in forming close personal connections), losing control over situations (such as in experiments and magical endeavors), and losing the people he loves and cares about (especially Rose).

Character Class- Enchanter Skills- Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Conjuration, Sneak, Enchanting Occupation- Professor of Aetherial Physics and Dwemer Engineering at the College of Winterhold Relationships - Mentors students Sameth and Myvrana Giladren. Collaborates with faculty and scholars including Tarakel, Aicantar, and Calcelmo. Views Calcelmo in the highest regard but also as a rival in the field of Dwemer research. He hates Marcurio. Marcurio's (bisexual disaster) playboy charismatic charm and playful banter clashes with Otto's personality.

Bio: Otto Octavius, an Imperial Battlemage born and raised in Imperial City, Cyrodiil. He absorbed an education deeply rooted in arcane studies under the guidance of his esteemed parents. His mother, an Imperial sorceress, Maria Octavius, and his paternal grandfather, Tobias, a Nord mage, were positive parental figures in his life, while his father, Torbert, a Nord Battlemage, was abusive, negligent, and often drunk. His father used to be very harsh and strict in Otto's magic training, contrasting Tobias' and Maria's methods.

As he matured, Otto's scholarly pursuits expanded beyond norms, delving into the enigmatic realms of Dwemer Engineering and Aetherial Physics. His fascination with Dwemer constructs led him to decipher and comprehend the intricacies of Dwemer machinery, seeking to unravel the secrets behind their enigmatic technologies. His pioneering work in integrating Dwemer principles into contemporary magical and mechanical innovations earned both admiration and skepticism among magical circles, though his intense focus on knowledge often distanced him from personal connections, including love and sex. Despite acclaim in the Imperial Court, Otto felt at odds with its political climate post the Great War. Seeking enlightenment and sanctuary, he ventured to the College of Winterhold in Skyrim, embracing a role as a professor of Aetherial Physics and Dwemer Engineering.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he's a softie when it comes to his precious students and friends.

Otto doesn't fit the conventional image of a muscular Nord hero and harbors occasional insecurities about his weight and appearance.

#doc ock #doctor octopus #alfred molina #doctor octavius #skyrim #Skyrim mods #Skyrim modding #Roleplaying with AI #Doctor Otto Octavius #Otto Octavius #Elder Scrolls

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something-i-can-never-have · 2 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Hi, my name is rachii. just your average ADHD ridden young woman who loves video games and tons of other things!

Read more under the cut! ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬

(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁 (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

My brother and I were born prematurely, so I have developmental issues, like a horrible math disability, ADHD, vision impairment, and processing issues. Growing up, I didn't really connect with other girls my age, because I had different interests, and in turn was bullied when I was a child and in high school, so that severely damaged my self esteem into adulthood.

I thought everything would be fine, and that I could make friends, and yes, I do have friends online, and I've endured various harassment over shipping throughout the years. I do try to keep to myself and do as I wish, but I ended up getting bullied/witch hunted just last year ( 2023 ) on an RP site where I had roleplayed as my version of Volo from Pokemon Legends Arceus.

This annoying clique decided that I was a threat and a pedophile when all I did was roleplay canon Volokari ( Volo x Akari) with another person. And they said they had evidence against me, but in character RPs don't count as concrete evidence. And then, they started telling people new to the verse to block/report my profile, and to stay away from me.

All I ever wanted was to RP in a place without judgement, but I couldn't even do that. And the worst part? There was a user who ran in their circles and I never knew. Before all of this drama occurred, we RPed together and were pretty chill, but apparently she lied, and said she was never my friend. That betrayal hurt.

So yeah, after going through what I did, I’m obviously gonna have trust issues.

( More on the full story in another post I'm working on.)

More personal stuff!

As for my personality, I'm soft and quiet and sometimes I'm very weird bc of my ADHD, but I usually am very cheerful and a sweet person who just wants attention, but at the same time, is scared of opening up due to past negative experiences. I'm also incredibly very sensitive, and cry easily in some situations.

𝙼𝚢 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜

Volo from Pokemon Legends Arceus

Izaya Orihara from Durarara!!!

Master Chief from Halo

The Doom Slayer from DOOM

Samuel Hayden from Doom (2016)

Super Sonico from Nitro+ ( I love putting her in horrible situations with other men from various media lmao )

Jed Olsen | Danny Johnson | Ghostface from Dead by Daylight

N from Pokemon

Ryomen Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen

2B from Nier Automata

9S from Nier Automata

Lucoa from Miss Koyashi's Dragon Maid

Johan Liebert from Monster

( I have more crushes, but those are the ones I can pull off the top of my head.)

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴/𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ Video games! I like any game that catches my interest, but some of my favs are Pokemon, Animal Crossing, DOOM, Cyberpunk 2077, Halo, KinitoPET, Nier Automata/Replicant

Some of my fav mobile games are NIKKE Goddess of Victory, Reverse:1999, and Tears of Themis

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ Watching various media online, as well as anime.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ Roleplaying, although I'm highly selective about who I RP with due to negative experiences.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ Writing fanfiction. Even though I'm doing my best to get back into it, and not focus on what others do and not compare myself to others.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ I love creating character aesthetics and aesthetics of all kinds, especially vaporwave.

𝙸𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

This post is for proshippers, and anyone who advocates for anything in fiction, no matter how dark or taboo. This post is NOT for antis or minors. Stay a respectable distance away please!

Some more small facts about myself before closing

I vocally stimm a lot, and meow and hum!

I have no issue with skimpily dressed women in video games.

I'm not the most sexual of people, but I do enjoy dirty talking on occasion about what I'm into. ( Although, I'm more interested in fictional characters going at it, than talking about myself sexually.)

I LOVE sweets, like cheesecake, ice cream, and cake. Also cheese pizza is the best!

I am attracted to 2D girls in media, but am straight in reality.

I am the only one who enjoys horror in my family.

Anyway, I'm not sure how to close this out, but feel free to interact with this post and message me if you'd like my discord!

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lastwave · 1 year

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no energy or patience to write a full character study in character with plot. but i will write a lengthy post analyzing seward and his abusive tendencies because my autism rules. and unfortunately to write a good rewrite you have to have a good grasp on ur characters . so! under the read more . i have analyzed him. i break up my analyses in. semi chronological order

1. lucy

so like. seward's secondary motivation (the motivation that is easily pinpointed to keeping the character in the story) is lucy. not just because of his character but also the misogyny around lucy as a character but thats a whole other post. it'd be really easy to end it here and say sewards main motivation throughout the novel is an unrequited love and sense of dedication to her memory. but that leaves him very flat and a lot of his interactions with the main cast unexplained (how he acts with the other male leads, how he treats renfield, the fact even his proposal was so laden with self hate it became a guilt trip).

so then i need to ask. why does he propose to lucy? does he love her? it doesn't seem like it. in his proposal, he doesn't talk about lucy as a person, he talks about what she does for him. that it would make him sad if she turned him down, that he would be the happiest man in the world if she said yes. intentional or not, this isn't a profession of love, its emotional leverage. i mean. imagine if someone proposed to you like that. also keeping in mind that this is in the victorian era, its frankly a dangerous situation to put lucy in. had she not been sure that arthur was going to propose later, she wouldn't really be at liberty to say no, considering how much weight mens perceptions of a woman impacted how everyone in your social circle saw you in victorian high society. seward wouldn't even have to directly do anything, the people around her would deem her cold and uncaring for turning down the nice wealthy man propositioning her. it wouldn't even be a conscious decision on sewards part . point being, for a novel that writes a great example of a loving man in the victorian ages (jonathan), seward doesn't measure up. which leads me to my next point (i didnt even get to mention how he talks about her dead body, gross, but remember that. ok.)

2. authority figures, expectations and self esteem

so again we ask. why is he proposing? well. hes a wealthy, unmarried man nearing his 30s in victorian england. simply put that was seen as fucking weird. people start asking whats wrong with you that so many families turn you away. and seward cares a lot about his image. his image and accolades are half of what he talks about. theres three characters that are higher up the social ladder than seward is. arthur, avh, and renfield* (he gets hid own section). debatably quincey too but to be honest i think he just regards quincey as a curveball of a guy. and theres a lot of subtext implying quinceys an outlaw. again, another post.

easiest to break down is his dynamic with avh. he fawns to avh because to him, he's an authority figure. he's asking for his teacher's input, for approval. really thats what seward wants from avh, approval, that for one reason or another avh can't directly give (amsterdam medical laws had no bearings on wether or not a british citizen could be a doctor. avh is always trying to use lateral thinking exercises to get a message across to seward, that seward keeps missing. he seems used to this. this tidbit will be relevant later.)

secondly, arthur and quincey. lumping them together because their interactions with seward are kinda few and far between. seward fawns to them though, always speaking highly of arthur and quincey (more than enough examples in the text i shouldn't have to cite).

and you have to ask why. again, it goes back to his position in society. it's because he's expected to. you can't criticize someone above you, and it'd be even better to be in their good graces. he makes himself small, palatable to almost everyone we see him come across. its not a conscious decision, but he still does it. and you have to ask why. just like you have to ask why he refuses to take care of himself in his own privacy. just like you have to ask why he pursued medicine, psychology specifically.

that is where my thesis about his entire character comes in.

the fact of the matter is that seward aims to be someone everyone can like, that everyone will be proud of. when he talks about psychology, he doesn't talk about it with any sort of love for the craft itself, but rather the acclaim he could get. he talks about sonography with more love than he does medicine. psychology was in its very infancy, considered the cutting edge of medicine. they were still talking about fucking phrenology. in this pursuit, though, he lost what made him a person that people want to know. how well does any of the main cast know him, really? barring avh, who was there to see this whole development.

he wants to be liked. but he doesn't know the person he wants to like him is himself. hes a black hole.

3. renfield

"but hugh, you said he was an abuser, that doesn't sound like an abuser" that's because anyone can be abuser, especially when given institutional power.

renfield is everything that seward hates. hes smart, hes of good standing, he had friends, and yet and still he is unliked and unwanted by the world around him, and yet he is still assured of his personhood, of what defines him.

this is because renfield is psychotic. and seward is a psychologist. sewards been given the societal "go ahead" to be as shit to renfield as he wants, to exact everything he cant punish himself for onto renfield.

and, for the record, his abuses aren't even standard for the time. so stop using that as a justification lol. private asylums, like the one seward runs, at the time had a rudimentary idea of "don't encourage or argue with the delusion" (hey remember when seward considered encouraging renfields delusions just to see the end result?) and straightjackect confinement (still abuse. by the way.) was limited to a few hours by most guidelines (remember when he left him in a straightjacket for an entire day?)

and it just gets worse when he realizes he has parallels to renfield (both pursuing something unattainable, renfield wants undeath and seward wants to be liked by everyone). he won't hurt himself, so he will hurt renfield, because he can get away with it without hurting the reputation he worked so hard to make.

he cant stand the fact he has anything in common with a psychotic man, and that that psychotic man (who he fundamentally views as lesser.) once had what he never did. and you can only partially blame it on the times, bedlams reform happened nearly two fucking hundred years before the novel takes place. us psychotic people being. yknow. people is not a new idea

abusers arent going to be a caricature of evil. intentional or not, seward is actually a really well written example of an abuser, because abusers are people, and you'll rarely be able to just.. pick them out of a crowd.

#hugh txt #jack seward #dracula daily #r. m. renfield #lucy westenra #john seward #didnt touch on everything cause id get off topic so fast .#lucy and renfield stans rise the fuck up please.#ohh my brain is muuushy

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hinatasasuke · 2 months

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Naruto's Epic Odyssey: A Tale of Ninjas, Friendship, and Destiny"

I am going to review my most-watched series of all time. So Naruto is a highly popular Japanese anime series. The series follows the young ninja Naruto Uzumaki with a dream of earning the hokage title and the strongest ninja in the village(The Hidden Leaf Village). The story is based on a fictional ninja world filled with a lot of animation, fight, emotion, friendship, and love.

Ninja world :- this series introduced detailed info about each ninja village having its unique traditional, techniques, and leaders. Here, in this series you will get to see how people are ready to die for his comrades. The Naruto series briefly explains love between friends, family, and brothers. This series shows the perfect example of hard-work, mind-work, and skills.

Akatsuki:- Akatsuki is a powerful and notorious organisation composed of rogue ninja's with different abilities. Their main goal is to capture all the tailed beasts and bring peace to the ninja world.

The original naruto series followed by its sequel,"Naruto Shippuden ''. Which continues naruto's journey with new characters and explores more mature themes.

The Naruto Series is fully loaded with learning objectives. This series is not only for entertaining audiences but also teaches valuable lessons about friendship, perseverance, indomitable human spirit, hard-work, and love.

"Naruto" has left a dedicated fan base worldwide and an indelible mark on popular culture. The series has spawned numerous manga volumes, anime episodes, and movies.

"Naruto," a liked Japanese anime collection, takes its target audience on a captivating adventure via the existence of Naruto Uzumaki, a young ninja aspiring to achieve the esteemed identify of Hokage—the most powerful ninja in his village, the Hidden Leaf Village. Created by using Masashi Kishimoto, the series transcends the everyday shonen anime, offering a rich narrative that seamlessly blends elements of action, emotion, friendship, and love.

Set in a fictional ninja global, "Naruto" introduces visitors to a universe brimming with unique characters and complex relationships. Naruto's story unfolds in a village in which ninja abilties are paramount, and desires of greatness are woven into the very cloth of its society. Abandoned via his parents at delivery, Naruto faces ostracization from the villagers who view him because the host of the Nine-Tailed Fox, a powerful and malevolent creature. Despite the adversity, Naruto's indomitable spirit and determination to show his worth pressure the narrative.

At its core, "Naruto" explores subject matters of identity, acceptance, and the pursuit of 1's dreams. Naruto's relentless quest for acknowledgment and his dream of becoming Hokage function powerful anchors at some point of the collection. The individual improvement is profound as Naruto matures from an impulsive and misunderstood boy into a powerful ninja with a strong feel of responsibility.

The series intricately weaves a tapestry of relationships, depicting the bonds Naruto paperwork along with his comrades. His close-knit circle consists of Sasuke Uchiha, pushed by a desire for vengeance, and Sakura Haruno, who evolves from a seemingly fragile man or woman to a professional ninja. The dynamic among those characters evolves thru severa trials and tribulations, creating a narrative that resonates with audiences of all ages.

#chainsaw man #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #spy x family #tokyo revengers

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husseinhussein · 2 months

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a letter found in hitler's bunker in 15 march 1939

Highly esteemed Gemlich! If the danger represented by the Jews today finds expression in the undeniable dislike of them felt by a large section of our people, the cause of this dislike is on the whole not to be found in the clear recognition of the corrupting activity of the Jews generally among our people, whether conscious or unconscious; it originates mainly through personal relationship, and from the impression left behind him by the individual Jew which is almost invariably unfavorable. Antisemitism thereby acquires only too easily the character of being a manifestation of emotion. But this is wrong. Antisemitism as a political movement must not be, cannot be, determined by emotional criteria, but only through the recognition of facts. The facts are as follows: First, the Jews are definitely a race and not a religious community. The Jew himself never class himself a Jewish German, a Jewish Pole, a Jewish American, but only a German, a Polish, an American Jew. From the foreign nations in whose midst he lives the Jew has adopted very little more than their language. A German who is compelled to use French in France, Italian in Italy, Chinese in China, does not thereby become a Frenchman, an Italian, or a Chinese; similarly a Jew who happens to live among us and is thereby compelled to use the German language cannot be called a German. Even the Mosaic faith, however important for the maintenance of this race, cannot be considered as absolutely decisive in the question of whether or not someone is a Jew. There is hardly a single race whose members belong exclusively to one particular religion. Through a thousand years of inbreeding, often practiced within a very narrow circle, the Jew has in general preserved his race and character much more rigorously than many of the peoples among whom he lives. And as a result, there is living amongst us a non-German, foreign race, unwilling and unable to sacrifice its racial characteristics, to deny its feeling, thinking and striving, and which none the less possesses all the political rights that we ourselves have. The feelings of the Jew are concerned with purely material things; his thoughts and desires even more so. The dance round the golden calf becomes a ruthless struggle for all those goods which, according to our innermost feelings, should not be the highest and most desirable things on this earth.

#quotes #wwii #adolf hitler

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todoscript · 3 years

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how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

#bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #tamaki x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #mha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha x y/n

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 2 years

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It's A Bittersweet Symphony And I Am Tone-Deaf

AND SO WE BEGIN, BABES. For the next 25 days, we will be writing small, bittersweet oneshots featuring a variety of OCs I've used prior and will be posting the full stories of after this challenge is over. After this, I will officially be going on hiatus for a bit, so I hope a 25 chapter fic of mini ficlets will be enough to satisfy for now

We're starting off with some lesser known characters, but also baby's first g/t OCs from waaaaay back in the day, Alama and Cassius! For a quick rundown, Cassius is a fox who serves as a knight for the kingdom, while Alama is a mouse who lives in a village of prey within the kingdom's land. Cassius was head over heels for her the moment they met, but Alama knows better than to think a predator can truly love her...

Day 1: Proposal (Alama/Cassius) // AO3 Link

To be invited within the halls of the elders was a highly sought out honor few were ever given no matter how desperate they were to prove themselves as worthy. Villagers were more likely to be cast out by those wise, whispering elders after their private exchanges than they were to actually speak to any of the members face to face. It was regarded as a sacred blessing to be seen as someone with equal poise and intelligence by the circle of leaders, to be worthy enough that they could be graced by their just presence and bestowed upon private insight. So many others would kill to be called upon, all of which were probably stewing in indignation that such a humble little mouse girl had been urged to come at once.

So why was Alama despising every minute of every word spoken to her by the revered ones?

Her heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of her chest, a nervousness that should not be mistaken for the same excitement other villagers might dream of feeling. Anxiety must be rolling off her in unmistakable waves as her mother reached over to clasp one of her clammy hands between her own. The warm touch did help to ground her slightly, but the tremble in all her limbs refused to dissipate as the elders continued to droll on about the most awful situation before them.

Cassius had asked for her hand in marriage.

Once upon a time, Alama could have laughed at such a ridiculous notion. A fox wanting to wed a mouse, purely out of the love in his heart? And not just the typical, towering man like so many other predators, but an honored knight as well, a protector to the kingdom that carelessly ruled over the gaggles of prey villages in addition to their own kind. It was preposterous, it was destined to fail before the honeymoon! They must think her a fool to believe there were any good intentions behind the fox’s desire to claim her as a bride. Sure, for the entirety of the self proclaimed courtship, he was nothing short of a proper gentleman, but she was not going to be persuaded so easily by his manners and bashful smile.

“No,” she caught herself saying after one of the elders finished laying out the terms of agreement. Her ears were pinned back into the waves of brown that she fussed into a bun, foolishly hoping her appearance would make a good impression on the esteemed council. Had Alama known this is what she would be subjected to, she might have made herself as decent as a nightwalker to dissuade the decision. Perhaps that was what she should have done the first time the fox had shown the barest amount of interest in her.

The elder formerly speaking, a man with far too many wrinkles to count, furrowed his bushy brows at her. “I beg your pardon?”

Alama swallowed nervously. Gods, who did she think she was to defy the council so boldly? She could sense her father bristling next to her for speaking out of turn, though he did not dare to punish her while he was also in full view of the elders. “No, I…I do not wish to marry him.”

“This has nothing to do with your wishes,” the same elder said, the multitude of wrinkles morphing into a hard frown. “Sir Cassius has agreed to a most generous offer of continuing his personal service of guarding our village in exchange for your hand. We will not be refusing.”

We? You act as if you all are being forced to be his bride! The mouse wanted to scream. How could they tell her this union had nothing to do with her desires when she herself was one half of the marriage! Cassius, ever the noble knight, had already been doing a valiant job in protecting the village in addition to his actual, important duties to serve the kingdom that ruled over them both. He had taken it upon himself to prove that he was a sufficient protector of Alama and her people the first time he requested to court her, mere days after their first formal meeting, and now it seemed he was ready for his payment.

She couldn’t believe this. Her life was really being negotiated in a contract, to sell away her very being to repay the cost of a guard no one asked to hire. Of course, she had known the fox was in this for the long con, but no one ever believed her claims. It didn’t matter how many lovely outings he took her on, how he never touched her without her express permission (of which she rarely granted), how he looked at her as if she were a goddess rather than a palm sized maiden. Predators and preys just simply did not mix, not as allies, and certainly not as spouses. True, Alama hadn’t the faintest idea of what Cassius could be planning that would require them to become husband and wife, yet she didn’t care to find out.

Alama squeezed her mother’s hand. “And I have no say in this?”

“You can say you agree,” Another council member said, leaning forward to steeple his bony fingers. “And it would be very wise of you to do so.”

No, she couldn’t stomach the thought and she shook her head as now her throat was threatening to close up. Her mother cooed to her, drawing one her hands away to cup Alama’s flushed cheek and turn her towards her. “Sweetheart, you said it yourself, he’s a kind man. He wants to take care of you, is that so bad?”

“He’s a fox,” Alama whimpered. “He serves the same crown that hardly sees our kind as anything more than…than pests. And you want to give me away to him?”

To her mother’s credit, there was a similar shining of unshed tears brimming in her eyes. She gave her daughter a watery smile, though her ears remained downturn. “He adores you, Ala, surely you can see that.”

It was true, she could see the utter devotion Cassius inexplicably had for her and it was sickening. How could he care for her so much? Did he not comprehend that on the social hierarchy she was nothing to him? Even within her own colony of mice, Alama did not bear any high ranking status that might catch the eye of a suitor. She was a common maiden, and a tiny mouse at that, yet everyone acted as if she was the hysterical one for being wary of the fox’s hidden intentions. She should be grateful. She should feel blessed. Instead, she only felt terrified.

Alama sniffled, resisting the urge to hide in her mother’s chest as if she were a little girl. She was already putting on an embarrassing display of pitiful defiance before the elders, there was no need to worsen their sour opinion of her. “But why does he want me? Why can no one else see how deranged that is?”

“Love makes the heart do strange things,” her mother crooned.

“But I don’t love him!” The tears were on the verge of running down her flushed face, her trembling voice cracking at her confession. Could it still be considered a confession if she had made her stance on this one sided romance as clear as ice since the first time she caught the knight looking at her with such desire? Previously, she had mistaken it for a hunger all predators instinctively felt when catching their natural prey, yet somehow the revelation that he wanted more than a simple meal from her was all the more distressing. “Why do I not get a say in my own marriage!?”

“You’re acting like a child,” her father snapped. It was a miracle he was able to hold his temper for this long, especially while his daughter was blubbering away in front of the council. He grabbed her roughly by the arm to yank her out of her mother’s embrace, forcing her to sit straight and forward in front of the burning eyes of the elders. This was feeling less like an honor and more like a sentencing.

Her nose and throat burned, but the simmering injustice within her soul was sparking far hotter. She pulled her arm from his hold, directing her anger towards him rather than face the men who were trying to send her to her doom. “I am a child, I am your child! Your only daughter is to be married off to a predator and you feel no sympathy?”

Another elder at the far end of the sprawling desk scoffed. “It is you who should feel sympathy, girl. This betrothment is what will guarantee an era of peace and protection. A member of the crown is willing to give up his time and energy to ensure the safety of an entire village, but you want to be selfish.”

“Do you really think a woman in your position is more valuable than the community of a near hundred?” The wrinkled elder added. “All you’ve told us is that you believe the village that sheltered you, the people who raised you into the ungrateful woman you are now, are not worth the comfort of protection in exchange for a few vows.”

“There are princesses in arranged marriages who are married off to cruel kings. You should be grateful to have a husband who can find it in his heart to care for you at all.” The bony one said.

The barrage of accusations on her character stung worse than any backhand her father would be delivering to her in the privacy of their home. Tears dripped down Alama’s chin as she ducked her head in shame, the rage that wanted to spread into a wildfire for her bodily rights extinguished just like the many women who had tried to stand up for themselves before her. “N-no…no, that’s not, I-I didn’t–” It was a useless debate to begin with. The answer was never hers to make and had already been decided long before they requested her to be present. The council wasn’t seeking her permission, they were simply letting her know the terms of agreement before she would be whisked away as a bride.

Her mother’s hand caressed her now dampened cheek again, but Alama refused to turn and meet her eyes. “You don’t know that this will be an unhappy marriage…”

She did know, because they were not even wed yet and already she was unhappy. She was unhappy during their courtship. She was unhappy when he continued to stalk around the village, a blushing fool whenever their eyes met. She was unhappy the moment the fox had been spotted by the other mice as he made his rounds on the royal land. And every time, her unhappiness was shoved aside by the insistence of others for her to do the right thing at the expense of her wellbeing. It felt as if her happiness in general did not matter, no matter how much her future fiance insisted it did.

If Cassius genuinely cared so deeply for her like he proclaimed, he would have left Alama the hell alone.

The elder with spindly hands clapped them once. “The matter is settled then. Alama Pernelle shall wed Sir Cassius in exchange for his continued services. We will tell him her answer at once.”

Her answer was no! It has always been no! Yet Alama knew better than to expect her honest answer to be the one that was given. Her brooding silence was close enough to a ‘yes’ for all parties involved in this affair, just short of the new bride herself. When all the elders stood from their lines of seating, her father had to pull her shoulder to make her rise as well. She blinked away a few lingering tears in confusion, watching as the men impatiently waited for her by the grand doors that lead to the courtyard.

“N-now? We’re telling him now?” Alama squeaked. After all she had just been put through, they now expected her to face the man who would soon be her husband in this state? Her eyes puffy and dress wrinkled from how tightly she balled the fabric in her fists, voice ready to choke on an ill timed hiccup. Well, perhaps that wouldn’t be too miserable of a display to put on for Cassius. Maybe then he would finally get it through his head that she was not worthy to be doted on by such a glorious predator, never mind wedded to one.

“Yes now. Do you not listen?” Her father grumbled, shoving her forward to follow the men outside while her parents exited behind their daughter.

Just as expected, Cassius was waiting for the group to appear, looking as imposing as ever in his steel gray armor that encased his slim figure. Upon seeing the flock of mice approach him, he dropped into a kneel, though Alama did not miss the way his orange tail began to swish once he had spotted her amongst the others. His eyes refused to stray to any of the other smaller beings, a warm smile that twisted her heart gracing his handsome face. Had he been of similar size, the mouse was certain she’d be swooning. However, it was because of the size Cassius was cursed with that she felt so faint. She couldn’t bear to look upon his brilliant expression when she knew she was unable to mask her own and kept her head lowered.

The moment she looked away from him, the delight slipped from his features, immediately assuming his question had been met with rejection. And he was right, but her rejection didn’t matter as it was effortlessly outvoted by the elders. Still, Cassius, the wonderful lovestruck fool that he was, had the audacity to put her emotions before his own and hesitantly reach a hand towards her. The fox didn’t touch her, he never dared to touch her unless she allowed it, but the silent offer was presented to her.

“Alama, are you alr-”

“Sir Cassius,” The wrinkled elder cut in. “Your proposal has been accepted.”

This took him by surprise as Alama’s disposition did not invoke the same energy as that of a blushing bride, much more like a recent widow. “It…has?”

The elder nodded. “Alama Pernelle has agreed to become your wife, and in exchange we ask that you continue on with your gracious task of preserving her homeland from threats.”

“Oh, oh yes, right, I mean, that was always a given,” Cassius chuckled nervously, still eying up Alama’s suspicious lack of joy. Really now, what was he expecting? It wasn’t as if she ever presented herself as a bundle of sunshine whenever she was asked to be in his company. The mouse had always closed herself off around him. There were a few times she had found herself actually…enjoying his personality, allowing a few smiles to slip through and a handful of giggles to be hurt. These were the moments that hurt her the most because she knew she was teetering on a dangerous ledge. One wrong move and she may go off the deep end, head over heels the whole way down to her demise.

If only fate had been a little kinder. If only she had been born into a family of cats or wolves, a species that could offer him a better wife to fawn over.

She heard Cassius’s breath hitch. “Alama, you’re crying.”

Was she? Oh, gods, she was. Hastily, she rubbed the backs of her hands over her eyes to rid herself of any more tears that might give her away. She sniffled, a noise which immediately morphed into a strange sobbed that she barely had time to muffle behind her hand. No, no, no. She couldn’t lose her composure like this. Not in front of the council, not in front of Cassius. Surely this was a sign for a doomed engagement if the bride was on the verge of breaking down into a fit of tears.

No one else cared, though. Her mother was quick to wrap her arms around Alama’s trembling shoulders, but she offered her comfort to her future son rather than her own daughter. “Tears of joy,” her mother reassured the wary fox, “A wedding can cause so much excitement for a young woman, why, there’s just no other way to express it!”

“She’s always been an emotional one,” her father chimed in. Though her vision was blurred from a fresh wave of tears, she knew Cassius didn’t believe him for a second considering she forced herself to show the fox only the bare minimum. Besides, all women were hysterical weepers to men like her father. She hardly doubted her mother was also sobbing tears of happiness this late into her union with him.

“And you’re sure this is what you want?” Cassius asked, lowering himself further in an attempt to make Alama look at his sweet, trusting face.

One of the elders stepped forward. “Of course this is what she wants. It would be nothing short of an honor t-”

“I’m asking her,” The fox said. His tone was clipped, but it wasn’t as harsh as many other predators would growl. Regardless, it was more than enough to make the man clamp his mouth shut and move away towards the group of other council members yet again. “If she wants to be my wife, I want to hear her say it.”

Oh no. Please, gods, no. Though his intentions appeared noble, he had no idea what kind of pressure he was putting on her at this very moment. He was leaving the decision to wed entirely up to her, something she wanted more than anything as her answer was the one that went against the grain. It was a chance to express her true feelings, to set the record of their relationship straight, to stand up for herself as a young woman. But she couldn’t. The fallout that would come of it was a weight too heavy to bear alone. The village would shun her for her selfish deed, perhaps even execute her as punishment for leaving them to succumb to the fate of a predator. Whether or not that would be Cassius who tore the village to shreds was undetermined, but either way it was a massacre waiting to happen.

“Alama,” No, please, no. Don’t say it. Don’t ask. “Will you marry me?”

With a struggling gulp of air, Alama managed to silence any remaining sobs that fluttered in her chest. She shrugged off her mother’s unhelpful touch, mustering her courage to look up at the fox who even now, with her tear stricken face and burning cheeks, still revered her as if she were the golden sun. Beautiful, bright, warm, all things she could never be.

“I…” She swallowed again. When his hand inched closer to her, she did not refute his touch and let him rub his thumb against her face to wipe away the wet trails that still clung, brushing a few waves of hair out of her eyes in the process. It was unreal how gentle he could be given his size and profession. A man like him shouldn’t exist, at least not in the body of a predator. “I-I do.”

The dazzling smile Cassius flashed made her want to throw up.

#g/t #macro/micro #giant/tiny #gianttiny #g/t ocs #g/t fearplay #g/t fluff #size difference #g/t angst #oc alama #oc cassius #fairy tale rip off #g/t writing

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Hello! I found your blog today and I have to say that your writing skills are amazing and bring out the best out of the characters, would it be okay to request Azul 'after birthday' fluff with a gender neutral reader? Like, after the party he would fall asleep in his office, on the sofa and reader would come in, generally worried about him? Then maybe cover him with a blanket so he doesn't feel cold? 👉👈 bonus points if reader decides to stay and keep the Leech Twins out of Azul's office, poor man deserves some good sleep. ^-^

I KNOW IT TOOK SO LONG, BUT HERE IT IS!! Hope you still enjoy it!

And thank you very much for your nice words, I really do appreciate them 🥺💖

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It was starting to turn dark outside, clock approaching curfew. Few people remained around Mostro Lounge to continue celebrating the birthday of Octavinelle’s dorm leader, the merciful Azul Ashengrotto.

As it was getting late, the ever attentive Jade started moving around, cleaning tables and taking dirty plates over to the kitchen to be washed. Floyd, who was in a good enough mood to take a break from the party, helped his twin clean up. “Better do it now. Tomorrow it will be a true bother.” Was his reason, or something along those lines.

A clinking glass could be heard, calling for everyone’s attention and silence for an announcement.

“Thank you for accompanying me on such a special day! Your presence here is much appreciated, I say this with all sincerity in my heart.” Azul announces, bringing closure to the event. “Alas, the day must come to an end, and so does this party. It was wonderful to share moments with all of you as delectable food and refreshing drinks courtesy of Mostro Lounge chaperoned our evening and made this celebration ever nicer. Remember to dine with us if you desire to replicate the experience~!” A small laugh and smile dotted his words. Of course he had to plug his restaurant some way or another.

Ashengrotto cleared his throat. “But truthfully, I am grateful to have shared my birthday in your company. I hope everyone who attended had as much of a good time as I did. Please, enjoy these few last minutes of the party wholeheartedly! Thank you for your attendance!”

The crowd clapped and cheered, in a very civic and controlled way, much similar to the whole Octavinelle dormitory aura. Elegant people are quite peculiar, you must admit.

At the absence of the tweels, [Name] approached the dorm head ready to lend a hand any way they could. They became close to Azul in their time at NRC, the silver haired octomer welcoming them into his group workflow. Thus why the [hair color] orchestrated the preparations and organization for Azul’s birthday party, along with Jade and other Octavinelle students.

“Nice speech, Zuzul. Anything you need help with?” They asked, smiling sweetly and with a tinge of playfulness after using their nickname for the boy.

Azul sighed at said nickname, but decided to ignore it. “Thank you, [Name]. Can I trust you with bidding our esteemed guests farewell? I need to attend… some business in my office."

They nodded, "No problem, Azul. Leave it to me!" Off the [dorm] student went, taking on the role of host to kindly send off everyone as they left the building.

The dorm leader made his way to the VIP Room, closing the heavy door behind him with a sigh. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, taking some time to let out a drawled out yawn.

"It truly is late, and all that food is making me terribly sleepy…" He stretched before replacing his glasses on his face and resuming his walk towards the dark desk. "But I must write a letter for Granny before going to bed, to ensure it will be sent away first thing in the morning."

As he sat down, Ashengrotto uncovered the leather notebook on the desk's surface, notebook in which many short-term contracts had been written and signed. Shaking his magical pen a couple of times, he took off the cap and allowed the ink to flow into the paper, in shape of words filled with gratitude and affection.

Being versed in the matters of public speaking and effectively convincing people, the octomer had no problems writing out his every thought in an eloquent manner.

Memories of his grandmother's loving embrace and wonderful bedtime stories aid him in portraying his admiration and care. She did send a beautiful rare coin to add to his collection for his birthday, and with it a lovely postcard with a heartfelt message.

A thank you in return, and an update on his school life were the things Azul wrote down on paper.

Minutes passed and all that was left was for him to sign his name on the last page of his extensive letter… but the sound of the clock ticking was so peaceful~♪

A sudden feeling of weightlessness as his head nodded forward snapped him out of a trance. Thankfully the pen did not splatter ink on the neat paper after his flinching.

However, as he tried to sign the written message, once more his head started nodding on-and-off, eyelids growing heavy and vision going blurry.

Yet again, his sharp senses stopped his hand from letting the ink pen touch his letter.

"Snap out of it, Azul, just sign the card and put it in the envelope." He pep talked himself. With some harsh blinking, scrunching his face up to achieve it, Azul chased the sleep away.

Swift movements of his wrist had the letter signed in no time. Delicate hands folded each page precisely yet hurriedly, he did not want to let sleep catch him before completing the task.

Soon enough, the envelope was sealed and a simple waterproof spell was casted on the entire card.

Another yawn ripped through the tired birthday boy, who allowed himself to slouch on his comfortable cushioned chair in order to relax after such a busy day.

He remained like so until his eyes began closing on their own again.

"I suppose… a couple minutes of sleep here wouldn't hurt…" Nodding to himself, Azul stood up and stretched his body. The birthday sash and ribbon neatly laying on top of his leather notebook and pen.

"It's been so long since I last did this. It feels… nice." A small smile came to his lips.

He sat down on one of the sofas in the room, enjoying the cool surface of the pleather with his hands before removing his shoes, letting them neatly rest on the foot of the couch. Then, he brought up his feet, pointing them to the same direction he placed his shoes. Slowly, he laid down on the plush seats to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

His grogginess was so much, however, that just laying face up on the sofa for some minutes allowed Ashengrotto to fall into a deep slumber.

~Meanwhile, outside of the VIP Room~

A pair of twins finished cleaning and rearranging tables and chairs back to the usual order Mostro Lounge keeps for the daily business.

And a host bid goodbye with a polite smile to the last person leaving the party.

"Whew, I think that is all~! Ah, what a lovely party it was!" [Name] cheered after their combined success.

Floyd agreed, "And all the food prepared was enjoyed thoroughly~ huuuh... but I'm tired now, I want to go sleep…" His smile turned to a bored expression.

Jade chuckled lowly. "I must concur with you this time, Floyd. It is late, we should all go back to our rooms to sleep."

"Mmmh~" The taller twin looked around, "Where's Tako-can?" His brows furrowed and a pout scrunched his lips.

"We cannot leave without him."

The other two also looked around the area in search of Azul. It was Jade who spoke first.

"My my, seems like we must search for him before going to bed." Floyd's loud grumble of protest was all that was heard.

Until [Name]'s lightbulb turned on above their head. "Ah, I think he must be in his office still! That's the last place he told me he would go, and I don't believe I saw him come out of there."

Suddenly, a dark, mischievous aura emanated from the twin eels as they shared a pointy toothed smile with each other.

"Is that so?" Jade asked.

"Hehe, let's go, Jade~!" Floyd began his trek towards the closed door.

The [ x ] year shivered, quickly running over to cut off their path.

"Azul looked very tired when he last spoke to me, it's highly probable he fell asleep in the room. These guys will definitely wake him up in a cruel way, better stop them!"

"Jade, Floyd! Ahaha..!" They tried to compose their nervous self, "H-How about you go ahead to your bedroom? I-I'll take care of Azul here..~!" A trembling closed eyes smile on their face as an attempt to deter their advances.

"Eh~? Are you sure? A small fry like you surely can't drag Azul out of there, when he becomes absorbed in work…" Floyd crossed his arms.

Jade brought his right hand to his chin in a pensive manner, teasing smirk still on his features. "Indeed, allow us to help."

"No no no! It's fine, don't worry!" The [color] haired one said, hands promoting the brothers to turn around and begin walking towards the exit. "So please, by all means! You must be tired after carrying out most of the preparations! Allow me to take care of this little task, it won't take long."

Tweels shared one last look.

"Fi~ne…" Floyd slouched forward a little, going ahead towards the door quite pissed.

"Very well, [Name], I shall entrust Azul to you. Have a nice night, sweet dreams." With Jade's last words, the tall merboys left the establishment.

"Goodnight to you two." [Surname] said before the door closed.

A sigh of relief left their lips. "Okay, let's go with Azul now."

They knocked lightly on the thick wooden door, but no response followed. They tried three more times before deciding to go in, regardless.

"Azul? Are you alright? I was getting-" Their words were cut off by the view in front of them. "Oh, how adorable!"

Curled up on one of the VIP Room's couches, Azul laid asleep. One could hear soft grumbles and airy sighs as a dream played in his unconsciousness.

The [color] haired circled the sofa, taking in their classmate's sleeping face.

"It will do no good for him to sleep with those glasses on." A couple of deep breaths were taken before their hands moved over to ever so gently remove Azul's spectacles off. They had to stop and step back a few times when the boy scrunched up his face or grumbled in his sleep, afraid of being caught watching him in such vulnerable state if he were to wake up.

"Perfect, there we go." The seeing aid was folded neatly and placed besides the sash and ribbon on the dark wood desk. "Now, where do they keep the blankets here? I remember they lent me one when dining in the Lounge once… They should be here, this room is the coldest." They pondered. [Color] eyes examined the room until they landed on a piece of furniture with drawers big enough to host sizable objects. “This might be it.”

The [ x ] year made their way to one of the drawers and sure enough, there was a fluffy blanket there.

[Name] got to work and covered the sleeping octomer with the blanket. They stood there for a while, observing and pondering to themselves. “Is he really that comfortable sleeping here? I hope the heat from the blanket suits him well… Coral Sea is on the colder side, isn’t it?”

“[N-Na...me]” Azul mumbled, a faint smile spreading along his lips.

“Huh?” The mentioned student was startled. Their eyes remained trained on Ashengrotto’s sleeping face, he remained peaceful. “But he said my name…”

“mgh… [Naame]...” He stopped squirming and finally found a comfortable position to continue dreaming.

Meanwhile, [Last name] remained there, confused… But the cute smile on the silver haired’s face had them cracking a soft smile of their own. “Surely he won’t mind.”

With that said, the [dorm] student sat down beside the pleather couch and folded their arms on a free space by the sleeping teen to rest their head on. The blanket was wide enough to drape over both of them.

“Goodnight, Azul… Happy birthday…”

[END]

“Stop snickering, Floyd! You will wake [Name] up!” Azul fuzzed about the tall eel carrying the sleeping student.

Twins shared a look before both of them chuckled. “It’s just funny that [nickname] fell asleep beside you… in your office”

“You know, [Name] was very adamant on keeping us away from the VIP Room… Wonder why that must’ve been~” Jade teased, walking ahead with his twin to leave the blushing octopus behind.

“H-Hey, wait up! You’ll wake [Name] walking fast like that!” Azul cleared his throat to chase away the bashfulness… but his heart was certainly fluttering with joy at the revealed news~!

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tell me abt ur oc ezra rn im so intrigued

oAaaaaaAaA OKAY ABSOLUTELY

Ezra is a level 5 tiefling arcane trickster rogue!! I made them for a campaign that I started with my friends about a year ago, and I didn’t have much of a background for them other than ‘chaotic neutral cowboy with mullet’ like that was the blueprint that’s all I had in my character sheet LOL. i took a couple things from pinterest and ran with it

they’re kind of a bastard! a snarky arrogant asshole! can outdrink you. smooth talker, a little bit of a slut, very good liar (high charisma), obsessed with theatrics, a little bit insane and kinda stupid (intelligence and wisdom are Very low). they’re one of those people that feel really easy to write off as reckless, stupid, morally bankrupt. and i think they do that on purpose. tragic edgy backstory below

Ezra is their fathers name, actually.

He was a highly esteemed scholar and (much to the annoyance of his colleagues) a skilled sorcerer, enlisted into the king’s royal circle. Their mother, in her youth, was a dancer and stage actress. In the peak of their careers, they had a girl and named them Asteria.

After marriage and the birth of her child, she became a courtier and spent her days amongst other monarch wives and raising Asteria. As a result, they became well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as dance, music and theater. As a child, Asteria was charismatic, so much so that adults and other children alike noted their uncanny ability to charm people around them. They were overly imaginative and theatrical, and dreamed of being an actress just like their mother. Their favorite role to play was the dashing marauder who traveled the world fighting bandits and seeking treasure. They’d don their father’s old hunting hat and run around the amphitheater with a wooden rapier.

The Hanans were a line of extraordinary tieflings. Like his father before him, Ezra was adamant on distancing himself and his family from the unsavory stereotypes surrounding his family’s infernal heritage. Yet despite him and his wife’s efforts to be extraordinary, to break the mold, it was never enough. The guards in the king’s employ still kept a watchful eye over him during his work. The court women still gossiped about his wife. The other children still teased his young one in the schoolyard.

One day, he said to Asteria, “They will never see us past what we are.”

He always knew that it would only take one slip up, a single mistake to turn the others against him. Even then, the court’s betrayal still stung. Amidst rising trade tensions with the next kingdom over, Ezra pleaded for diplomacy, arguing that war would displace the city’s poorest citizens, which consisted of a large population of other tieflings. Accused of nepotism, Ezra challenged the rest of the court,

“Is it so wrong to preserve the lives of my brothers? Of others?”

A clergyman laughed, clapping his shoulder, “Ezra, my friend, we both know that their loss couldn’t equate to ours. What else could they have given than disease?”

That night, the enemy kingdom’s forces stormed the castle, and the king and a few of his court members were murdered in his sleep.In the wrong place and the wrong time, Ezra was the prime suspect, sentenced to death for the crime of deposition. Ophelia was no longer a court woman, and was reduced to a serf, indentured for the rest of her life. Asteria was 13. On the night before their father’s execution, when the rest of the palace was asleep, Ophelia pulled her child back through the servant’s entrance, pushing a bag of everything she could save of her family’s old life– the expensive things that weren’t seized.

“I love you. Don’t forget about us.”

Weaving through the thicket of the forest under the blanket of night, they stopped in a cave a few miles to the north. The summer storms were beginning to roll in. Digging through her bag for food, they found their father’s hat folded neatly at the bottom– the one that they’d use to play all those years ago.

In the distance, they hear a violent crack of lightning. The castle they’d escaped from is engulfed in flames. At that moment they knew, it was their father’s work. A final ‘fuck you’ to the the ones who abused him, and a final goodbye to his family.

As the years pass, Asteria wanders aimless between realms, getting mixed up with all kinds of wrong people– bandits, mercenaries, outlaws. Yet throughout it all, they remain alone, never settling with one group for too long. On the rare occasion, they come across a good soul, one who offers to take them in and settle down. Sometimes they’re elders, lovers, or other tieflings. But no matter how kind their eyes seem, Asteria always disappears, moving forward without turning back.

Their current source of income comes in the form of bounty hunting and mercenary work. Though it comes with it’s own set of obstacles, it remains less dangerous and nefarious than drifting or thievery. They’ve built up quite the reputation over the past few years– the tiefling kid, the one in the stupid hat. New clients will come to them at the bar, contract in hand and demanding a name. They say the same thing every time.

“Ezra. My name is Ezra.”

In the quieter moments, usually late into the night, they’ll pull out their father’s old notes and study them late into the night, for magic is the last thing that remains of their family. In some distant dream, they see themselves just as powerful as their father was. A real sorcerer. A hopeful part in their heart believes that their mother is alive, and after slaying those who sentenced her father to death, they’d set her free and build her a house and give her a garden.

But for now, they live contract to contract. Being exactly what everyone wants them to be. A merc. A rogue. A trickster. A tiefling.

#yeah :)#i had this blurb abt them written for a while but like never shared it w anyone bc i kinda think it's ~cringe~#but also i lov them #they're afab but i think after the whole ~incident~ they just let their gender be 'fuck around and find out'#LEEEEEEE TY FOR ENABLING ME ILYYYYYY #and i love a good tragic back story #and might i say their pinterest board is very sexy :)#there is a lot of orville peck on there im sorry i dont know who he is im a fake fan i just like his aesthetic #also writing this out im thinking of another oc that ez falls in love with #a cute lil witch who lives in the desert who is immune to ezra's flirting #its one of those 'idiots dont know theyre in love' type deals ;)#aaaaaah okay im done thank u lee for letting me word vomit about my lil dude #oc: ezra hanan #madhyanas #answered

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