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twstedrabbithole · 3 years

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Dorm Leaders With A Chubby S/o Hcs

This boy wouldn't really care about your looks honestly. Though I will say that it's most likely that his mother has set up standards in his mind about his partners.

That said, he very much would try to not have what his mother drilled in his head to influence him. He may make a mistake or two when on the subject of weight and looks but he tries very hard.

If he does say something, tell him immediately. Help him see the error of his and his mother's views. With time he will unlearn what his mother has taught him. He truly does love you.

If someone does make a comment about your looks or weight, Riddle will immediately go all red in anger. He will not tolerate anyone, not even his mother, saying such comments about you.

If you do want to lose weight or not sure how, this guys will go through many books and websites just for the sake of helping you. He has said he's wanted to be a doctor before, so this research will help him for his future.

You think this guy would care how you look? No, he doesn't. He also wouldn't let anyone "talk shit" either.

But I will say there is a slight difference if your feminine or masculine. If your more feminine or female, he's way more protective. He was taught to respect woman because of how powerful and strong they are in the Afterglow.

If you're more masculine or male, he won't be as protective honestly. But if he sees it's affecting you then he'll be the shoulder for you to cry on.

He may not understand fully on how much flack chubby people get. But he can greatly sympathize because of how he was treated because of his unique magic.

If you want to lose weight, Leona isn't the greatest for advice. He can give support, that's not a problem. But he mostly would want to sleep then work out with you. You have a better chance with Jack for advice on both diets and workouts.

Like Leona, Azul would not care at all how you look. But dare I say, he would have a preference for someone with a bit more meat to them. After all a restaurant owner has to know what food lovers like huh? I jest, he knows how you look doesn't have to be correlated to how you eat.

He's the most supportive one, in rival to Kalim that is, towards you. You don't have to prove anything to him that's related to your weight or looks, he loves you for you.

If you're confident in how you look that gives him more confidence actually, enough to where he might even openly eat his favorite foods if your with him and encourage him.

If he even hears a scoff in your direction, he's already scheming in his head. Even if it has nothing to do with your weight or looks, he already has a plan to doom any negative student. He's very, very, protective of you. Even the tweels actually, since they see how much Azul cares and loves for you, it would be a shame if someone decided to use you as a way to get back at him.

If you wish to lose weight, Azul is very much supportive. He may not be fully happy, but he will try his hardest to help you. He'll make meal plans, have vegan or vegetarian options on Monstro Lounge's menu, even count your calories if you ask. While he may do this, he'll allow you to have a cheat day with him. After all everyone deserves something fatty once in awhile.

Another boy who absolutely does not care about how you look! He only ever sees how you are as a person than how you look. Honestly he wouldn't even notice you're chunkier than most until you point it out. Well actually he would know, it just never registered.

He would most definitely spend so much money on tailored clothing for you, if most clothes didn't fit. Anything you want, he'll get, that doesn't change.

This includes the parties he hold, they're the same in the terms of having your favorite foods and activities. Jamil will practically have known all your favorite foods by heart because of Kalim requests.

He actually does get very defensive, but not in the way you would think. If he hears anything negative about you, he'll immediately but into the conversation and have compliments leave his mouth at a fast pace.

Kalim doesn't fully understand if you want to lose weight. But he'll still be supportive and ask Jamil for advice on what you and him need to do. He'll workout and go on a diet with you as well! Because it's more fun if you're not alone!

I'll be honest, this guy will care. But hear me out, it's not how you think. Yes he'll make a few subtle comments, but he believes it's to make sure you're in your top form and your most beautiful self.

If you're happy the way you are then he'll promptly be quiet, he would never actively hurt someone with words about their appearance. He knows everyone is different, everyone has their own qualities that make them beautiful. And as time goes on, he'll see that your extra weight is what makes you beautiful.

If say, your weight is do to something you can't control. He'll be very supportive and understanding, we all can't control how we look after all. If you feel sad over it he'll be there to be your shoulder to cry on and even give you a comforting spa day.

If he hears others talk negatively about you, then they have angered Pomefiore's queen. He won't tolerate anyone harassing nor belittling you. He may have been harsh with you at first, but he learned his own way and so he'll make sure others know better as well.

If you want to lose weight, Vil is the perfect person to ask for help! He may be harsh and tough on you, but it's to help you and motivate you. If you do need someone more comforting and soft Rook will be there to compliment and encourage you as well. It's very...contrasting, but it'll get the job done so you can be you're most beautiful self!

I'd say he doesn't care either, maybe also someone who prefers someone with more meat to cuddle. After all, I can see him actually having a cold body temperature even with the fire hair. Those with larger bodies are warmer actually, so you're perfect for cuddles!

He would want to give you loads of compliments, but his extreme shyness gets the better of him. So instead he plays games with you and even makes mods that let's you have your character be as chubby as you!!

Surprisingly Idia always cuddles you. You're just so warm and plush he can't help himself! Don't point it out though, or his hair will turn red and may cause another fire in his room.

When he or Ortho hears anything negative about you they immediately come to your defense, Ortho more often than Idia. Ortho sees you as another big sibling, so he defends you just like he does for Idia. Idia usually hacks his way into any naysayers phone to mess with them for a day, not usually anything too bad but something to make sure they don't say anything hurtful again.

If you want to lose weight, Idia will scour the internet for any info on how to help. He even would go outside to help you! Ortho will also be there so you have someone to workout with, meanwhile Idia is playing on his switch...he may also make exercise and active games at some point so you two can play together while working out!

This man also wouldn't care how you look. He may say one thing about how "humans have always looked so different from each other" in a way to comfort you.

He wouldn't really treat you differently, but he would give you all the support and compliments you need if you're insecure about your body.

You two do have lots of ice cream together, but if you ask for the sake of any medical reasons he's happy to get you your own sugar free or low calorie frozen treats!

If anyone in Diasomnia hears word of someone making negative comments about you, you have a whole dormitory behind you. The faes of the dormitory just can't understand why humans turn against each other over something as small as having a different body type.

If you wish to lose weight, Malleus won't know exactly what to do to help. He'll ask his dormmates for help, which will lead to Lilia trying to make home cooked diet meals. And for Sebek and Silver to have you join in their duels. Great Seven have mercy on them when Malleus finds out.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #unbirthday cake

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kyber-heart · 4 years

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#3, 26, 40 for Jag and/or Matai? (For the Character Solidifying questions!)

Hey tysm for asking! Sorry I’m getting to this a bit late.

Also giving me the option to do this for two characters is giving me more power than I deserve so I apologize for this in advance 😂

Jag Chaade

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

Jag is the second youngest of five children. He had two older sisters, Sydal and Ijaa, one older brother Beviin, and his youngest sibling Cabe. Growing up he was closer to Bev and Cabe than he was his sisters who had a near eight year age gap on him.

When he was younger he had been jealous of Cabe as he had been somewhat of a miracle child and thus doted on more than Jag had been. Cabe is only a year younger than Jag so it was present early on. The resentment pushed him closer to Bev who was 2 years his senior. While he still loved his brother deep down, he held that jealousy for most of his childhood. After Sydal’s, Ijaa’s and Bev’s deaths on Ord Radama, Jag and Cabe really became inseparable as they only had each other to rely on. However, if you ask him, his brother is still an annoying little ‘osik’ that still expects things to be handed to him.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Jag like’s homey things. As their clan was nomadic, they only ever had what they could take with them when travelling. It’s a trait that Jag continues. Everything of what little possessions he has are usually personal and always practical. His clothing is similar in that he owns very little and mostly just flight-suits and body suits that and his armor of course.

Hair on the other hand I think is where he gets a bit wild. He enjoys bleaching, dying and cutting it in unique ways. While living on Alderaan, he sported a pink mohawk

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

Jag has a satirical sense of observational humour. He's quick to make fun of something or someone though it’s more reserved for people and places that he doesn’t like.... so basically most people...

Matai Shayn

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

He’s an only child, so no biological siblings. However, over time he comes to see Vette like a sister. Their working relationship began tensely, as one would imagine. After being “gifted” to him by Baras, Tai immediately removed the shock collar and offered her the chance to leave. She instead decided to stay with him, at least temporarily until she could leave Imperial Space safely. However, through mutual respect and getting to know one another, they became good friends. They don’t particularly fight over anything and neither does Matai despise anything about Vette.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Tai has been upper class since he was born. His parents lived in a penthouse in New Adasta, one with luxurious furniture and art covering the walls. His own penthouse apartment on Dromund Kaas is quite similar. multi-roomed with luxurious chairs. His private sanctum on the second floor is decorated with many relics and statues from across the Esstran Sector.

His personal style can be described as elegantly practical.

Tai enjoys luxurious clothing, with clean designs. His robes during his time as an apprentice to Darth Baras were made of lashaa silk, and later of veda-cloth which was tailored to him. He joys cloaks and long jackets especially with big hoods. He prefers cold colours, grays, and blacks as he considers they compliment yet contrast with his skin. His piercings are all engraved silver, as are his Lightsabers. His hair is kept shaved at the sides and back while the top is longer and slicked back to be both stylish yet practical.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

Dry and sarcastic, with a quick wit. He can be a little bitchy too when he wants to be. It’s partly why he and Vette get along.

Thanks again for asking!

[’Character Solidifying!’ Questions by rockinrpmemes]

#tysm for the ask!#gothwarlocks #swtor ocs #oc: jag chaade #oc: matai shayn #ask meme answers #this got long fast #whoops #but thanks for the ask

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safflowerseason · 4 years

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veep rewatch - 3.03

Season Three, Episode Three - Alicia

aka - The One with the Announcement

Tracie Thoms is well cast in the role of Alicia.

When Jonah runs across the street, you really get a sense of how ill-fitting his clothes are (and also how freakish they make him look as a result). His pants are at least two sizes too big.

Amy back in a skirt suit very reminiscent of her S2 outfits.

Love the behind-the-scenes quality of the scene in the Veep’s office, with Selina getting fitted while her staffers work on the speech.

Sue: Ma’am, it's Amy. She sounds uncomfortable. Like she's with a member of the public.

And now Amy in a beautifully tailored purple dress! This is not my personal favorite shade of purple (I would have preferred something a few shades darker…this is a bit too “crayola” purple for me) but the dress is super cute and it looks wonderful on Anna Chlumsky and fits her like a glove. I adore the peplum detail on the skirt and the little sleeve flaps.

Selina in another black and red outfit, in yet another episode where she wrestles with what she can say publicly versus what she actually believes. Definitely a consistent fashion theme of S3 so far.

Gary: It's like SNL is going back in time and abusing a child.

Love the ongoing balloon bit in this episode.

Kent: We need to rewrite the speech! Dan: I can’t rewrite the rewrite, Kent. I'm still writing it! Kent: That’s the reality, Dan. If you don't like the reality, go live in Oregon and make quilts with my mother. She could use the help.

Dan/Amy parent!watch Amy: Do…do I take her hand? Alicia: Yes, hold Miss Amy's hand. Mike: Amy was born to be with kids Amy: …Peeing is fun…!

Amy: Okay…great pee. Dan: I wanna know who's responsible for that sketch, you cock…*sees Amy and Halo*…tail napkin. Yeah, you heard me! Doyle: Dan. Amy. Dan: Shit, I gotta go. Amy: Senator Doyle. Doyle: I have a meeting scheduled with the Vice President right now and it is "right now” right now. Amy: Dan, you take this…right now. Dan: What?!

I always thought this little tussle, as well as Dan and Amy’s very brief interactions with Halo, indicate that while parenting would have represented a chaotic (and comedic) learning curve for both of them…it’s not like they don’t grasp the basic reality of what it means to be responsible for another human being. Both of them willingly hold Halo’s hand. Dan cuts himself off in the middle of cursing out the SNL guy, Amy doesn’t really know what to say to a little girl but she still tries to make her feel comfortable…these are small things, but there’s an awareness, however limited, of what it means to manage small kids. Yes, Dan and Amy are dramatic and completely obsessed with their work and have limited emotional intelligence. But they are also technically functional adults who have a base level of propriety and social awareness. In contrast, during S7, Mandel’s attitude toward the idea of Dan and Amy as parents seemed to be that they would be practically criminally negligent, monstrous in their grotesque selfishness and sociopathy. Which, like, sure, I wouldn’t want Sex-Psychopath Dan anywhere near my daughter. But it doesn’t track with the earlier seasons of the show.

Ben: Because then they sound like they're the result of war. Kent: It’s the curse of the unintended narrative. Dan: Okay, but you still want military first? Selina: Yes! Dan: *grumbling* Yeah…I’ll just say them simultaneously.

The show never gets into it much, in either era—and it seems like BKD was always tragically doomed to be nothing more than a plot device—but there was always a little spark with Ben, Kent, and Dan’s dynamic. It’s not hard to imagine that the three of them, together, could have grown a very successful business in DC (…I have imagined it). Dan always works best around people who stomp on his ego and boss him around, which Ben and Kent certainly have no qualms about, but he’s also active and ambitious in a way that they aren’t, so they actually make a decent team. Also, Dan views Ben and Kent as men in a way he doesn't with Mike and Gary, which affects how he interacts with them.

Doyle is a real dick in this episode. His presumption. It is so infuriating. It reminds me of all the male senators during the Kavanaugh hearings.

Selina: Seniors are the easy vote. Child care is a principle. Ben: Ma’am, you have plenty of principles…you just gotta pick another one.

Dan: I don’t do offended…but I am affronted that you’d even think that. A classic Dan line.

Selina: I'll tell you what happens. They get bullied when they're little at school, and then they perpetuate the cycle by bullying me.

JLD’s face when she sees Catherine’s dress…masterful.

Amy sends Gary a great “oh shit here it comes” look right after Selina starts to blow up at Catherine.

Also JLD’s fake laughing reaction to Doyle’s “L’il Selina” line. Brilliant.

Selina: So…I’m supposed to let a bunch of dead-eyed white guys shit all over absolutely everything that I stand for? An iconic line that is sadly even more applicable in 2020 than it was in 2014.

Selina, in a rage: I have DECIDED that I'm going to LET them dictate to me. Because that is MY decision. Do you understand that? I am LETTING them do that! Get it? Ben: Yes, ma’am. Selina: Right! But they do NOT own me! Ben: They really don't, ma’am. Selina: No, they don't! No, they don’t! *flings herself into the armchair*

Gary doesn’t do much in this episode, but he gets in some great little physical comedy bits, like trying to sneak Selina something to drink and then shying away.

Mike calling Dee a “stupid cow” opens up such a dark crack into the normally sunny Mike. Matt Walsh really nails it, though, his own horror at his words…you really feel for him, even though it is a truly awful thing to say. I wonder if it’s a line they would have given to such a sympathetic character (for Veep, comparatively) in a post Me-Too world. Like, the audience just watched Mike get married! To Kathy Najimy!

Catherine: Amy, what the fuck is happening?! Is Mike on crank?! Amy: That’s actually the least of my worries right now. Your mom has gone quiet.

Ben to Mike: You gotta go lower! You gotta go lower than the lowest lowlife. You gotta dig and dig and dig until you get to the point where you wish you were dead. Okay? And that's base camp.

Dan: Is there any way to snap her out of this Diving Bell and Butterfly shit? She should be rehearsing my speech right now. I mean…I am just impressed that Dan “only watches movies with Owen Wilson” Egan knows about The Diving Bell and Butterfly.

Catherine: Your entire life has been leading up to this moment. And as a result of that, my entire life has been awful. Sarah Sutherland’s delivery of this particular line is extra great…that little waver she puts on ‘awful.’ This whole monologue is so funny and spunky!

All of the Selina/Dan interactions and miscommunications re: the speech and SNL once again foreshadow that their partnership is going to be a disaster. I appreciate how subtle the foreshadowing has been…while also undeniably consistent.

I like that after an episode of being totally shit on by Doyle, Selina manages to get a win over him at the end, manipulating him in front of Alicia and Halo because of course he can’t say no in front of potential voters. Of course, she’s also manipulating them, but it’s a nice instance where Selina’s public machinations actually pay off for her.

#veep rewatch #veep season three #alicia #I am AFFRONTED #selina meyer #dan egan #amy brookheimer #mike mclintock #ben cafferty #kent davison #jonah ryan #gary walsh #is mike on crank #veep style

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mercifuldeaths · 5 years

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Nothing Hurts Like A Woman Can

Michael Langdon x Reader

Summary: You aren’t aware of Michael’s resurrection abilities. and when you find out, you decide some revenge may be in order.

Notes: This has been something that’s been on my mind since December. I submitted it to @wroteclassicaly‘s kinkhour and was never the same. Some anons have submitted similar concepts since then and I hope I do all you proud. Thank you @langdonsinferno for making me finally write it. I’m not too happy with the outcome, to be honest, but I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: *all consensual*// bloodplay, knifeplay, murder kink (is that a thing? idk), character death (and resurrection), choking, nsfw content. I’m saying consensual dub con, but it is explicitly stated that this is something both partners agree to.

Word Count: 5.6K

Thank you to @yourkingcodyfern for the beautiful gif.

Outpost Four was unlike any of the others, each designed with specific instructions and layouts, of course, but for some reason, the interior was somehow lighter than any of the others you had accompanied Michael to. Everything bathed in white with cathedral ceilings, somehow still placed safely underground, far from the blasts, was refreshing after the dark corridors of Outpost Two. From what Michael told you, Outpost Three was going to be similarly dark and eerie, so you took in the reflective marble that decorated the floors and walls.

It was more...innocent. Maybe that wasn’t the word, but it just felt like a vacation from Michael’s duties. This outpost was full of more military personnel, so he felt a bit safer having you roam free. Obviously, he was still overprotective. It seemed his piercing eyes were around every corner waiting and watching, almost like he knew something was coming.

The plan had been the same as it had been for the other outposts. Simply find those worthy of salvation and kill the spares. Typically you let Michael do the work, much preferring to sit back, maybe pull a few strings to cause some trouble just for fun. It never failed to make Michael laugh a little, the way you might hide all the forks and watch the servants scramble or accidentally misinform General Maddox of a nonexistent situation in the outpost he was supposed to be in charge of.

But it was a different energy lately-especially with Michael. You were kept on a tighter leash, your lover more wound up by the day. Something wasn’t quite right and you had asked Michael what had been going on, but he explained that things were falling into place as his interviews with the occupants were coming to a close. Nobody was chosen. There would be no survivors from Outpost Four.

The small thing that Michael intentionally didn’t mention was how that somehow the General was clued into the fact that he didn’t have a spot reserved at the Sanctuary. Keeping a closer eye on you was just a precautionary measure as Maddox wasn’t a threat to him, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from just ensuring your safety. He expected everything to go according to plan, as it usually did. For this group of survivors, Michael figured a hail of bullets would be the way for them to go. They were military after all, he was sure they would enjoy it as much as one can enjoy the thing that kills them.

Michael didn’t say much about the exact nature of his plan, he never did, but advised you to stay away from the library. So naturally, you headed down there immediately.

It should have been expected, really, with Michael being who he is and all, but still the sight of sticky red blood against the white of the marble still surprised you. He typically chose more subtle fashions for the occupants to depart whatever physical plane this was. He really was never one for getting his hands dirty.

So the splashes of blood painting the floors, walls, the furniture, everywhere was a bit of a surprise. The crimson was smeared from where the occupants clearly tried to scramble away from...not Michael, right? Guns were not his thing. Peering around the corner you remember seeing one of the issued guns that the outpost security once held, lying abandoned. You picked it up and felt it sit heavy in your palm, flicking the safety off just in case. Behind one of the massive doors leading into the corridor, you saw the trail of bodies leading to nonexistent freedoms. Following them probably wasn’t the wisest idea, but it was probably a good direction to find Michael. Maybe you really should have listened for once.

Your steps on the marble echoed no matter how softly you placed your feet due to the nature of the arched ceilings that once made things feel so open, but now made you feel exposed and like an easy target. Maybe this was Michael’s doing. But maybe it wasn’t.

Stopping, you heard steps continue to echo- a quick staccato beat against the polished surface. Because of the layout, you couldn’t tell which direction they were coming in but it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, the person was practically running.

Michael had to do a double take when he finally reached the hall he knew you to be loitering in, still on edge and ready to crack a skull with the snap of his fingers. Likewise, you had to stop yourself from taking aim on him, but you’d recognize that long silhouette in tailored black anywhere. Sighing in relief you started towards each other but Michael looked less than pleased. That wasn’t a surprise, really.

Before he could say anything there was another gunshot that ricocheted across the hall that drew both your attention to Maddox with his pistol aimed at Michael. He may have missed the first shot but the second one…

Your scream was louder than the sound of the shot, even amplified in the large, open space. Michael’s long hair spread out around his face as he hit the floor looking like a halo even as the blood seeped from the wound that now decorated his temple. A kill shot. Maybe you would have even appreciated his aim had it been anyone but Michael.

His eyes were still open but evidently lacking life, the bright blue almost looking like a dull grey without their usual spark. You tried not to look, you really did. But the blood just kept going, spreading out across the floor and meeting your knees where you kneeled next to him, hands instinctively trying to cover the wound.

You were sure you were sobbing, but everything was clouded-feeling completely unreal, even as your hands were stained with Michael’s blood, pieces of his skull chipped away from where the bullet made contact. You could only guess the other stuff to be brain matter. The air was practically sucked from your lungs. He was dead.

Maddox laughed, you could still hear that even though you didn’t want to. His gun was still trained on you but at some point, you must have done the same to him as you were staring down the barrel towards him. Slowly standing, you were sure to not look at Michael’s form crumpled at your feet. There would be time to grieve. All the time in the world, now that any world you planned was gone with a singular bullet to the head.

‘Seeing red’ was the saying, but you didn’t believe it until it was happening. Your hands were already covered, red and sticky and still warm so why shouldn’t your mind be drenched in the same? Everything came back in sharp contrast when the general’s body was slumped against one of the many doors that lined the hallway, now a far distance from where Michael lay. Maddox was dead along with all of the other inhabitants and the fact that Michael was included made your stomach drop and chest tighten.

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn already knowing the sight that would greet you. Him, sprawled out looking somehow angelic despite you knowing he was probably in Hell that very moment. Or...maybe not. What even happens to the Antichrist after they die?

After a few strangled breaths, looking at the general's body, which was strangely soothing. Probably because a small piece of you felt that at least you avenged him, in some small way. He was obviously laying there, you knew it. But looking back, less adrenaline running in your veins, made it more real. An eternity without Michael.

Your sobs drowned out the sound of shoes clicking against the bloodstained floor, clearly walking towards you. The tap to your shoulder couldn’t be missed, however. Neither could Michael’s cocky smirk when you finally turned to see him standing there- alive and more smug than ever.

All of that tucked in the back of your mind, Michael did a sweep of the outpost to be sure there were no survivors while you made your way back to the bedroom, reluctant to leave his side, but also deciding to listen this time.

The bedroom you shared during your stay there was much the same as the rest of the architecture. It was somehow made to be airy even though it sat underground, the white marble reflecting the candlelight and making it look like a holy place. It vaguely reminded you of this cathedral you visited on that vacation to Italy years ago. A sort of gradient effect, really. Where the floors and lower parts were bright and the further up the arched ceilings went the darker they got until in some of the rooms you couldn’t see it. It wasn’t like architecture was a passion of yours or anything, but for some reason, this one outpost fascinated you.

You almost didn’t hear Michael enter, nearly scaring you for the second time in a few minutes. You watched how his shoes left bloodied footprints behind him. Red bottoms, indeed.

He sighed relief when he saw you perfected the end of your bed, still covered in a mixture of his blood and Maddox’s.

“Now I’ll answer any questions you might have about--”

“Yeah, you fucking will.”

He stared at you obviously a little confused as to why you were mad, but he could make a pretty good guess. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened but it was the first time he knew you witnessed it. It was accidental when he learned that he could resurrect like Jesus himself, just a bit faster much to Michael’s delight. An intense ritual had gone a bit too far and he felt the life flow out of him with the viscous blood gushing from the slices on his arms. To his surprise, he awoke with most of his blood replaced and very much circulating if his throbbing pulse was anything to go by. It was good to know, he supposed but never planned on it happening again.

Of course, it did.

“I know you’re probably surprised, but-”

“Yeah, I am.” He eyed you willing you to shut up. He hated being spoken over but it wasn’t like you could help it with the mix of shock, fear, and relief flooding your senses. All underlined by steely anger. A small tilt of his head told you to shut up, though. And you were ready to listen if only to get some answers.

“I can’t exactly die. As far as I know,” he said, voice lilting. His shoulder shrugged as he slipped out of his velvet jacket, now stained with his blood. “I mean, at least from blood loss. And now headshots.” He couldn’t keep a smirk from painting his lips. “Who knows, maybe Range Rovers are my only weakness.” He absentmindedly tried to rub out one of the dark patches on the jacket, thumb rubbing over the soft texture.

When you didn’t respond he looked up, eyes wide. “That’s it. That’s all I know about it,” he said a bit defensively. Giving up on the dinner jacket, he tossed it over onto the chaise lounge poised in the corner.

Looking a bit weary, the tension and stress getting to him, he quickly stripped out of his blood-soaked clothes and left them abandoned on the floor. “I’ll shower later,” he mumbled, face pressing into the mattress he lay on. The blood on his skin, still not dry, rubbed off onto the stark white comforter with every small movement.

“So you really can’t die?” you asked, needing just a bit more confirmation before you let your mind wander any further into the spiral you already felt it heading down. It was something about the red staining the white...Michael’s body already laying in the middle of it. The undercurrent of rage you couldn’t suppress still tinting your vision the crimson color you’d grown so fond of.

“Not that I know of,” he said offhandedly.

“Good,” you noted. You knew you were being short with him and that would only make him more frustrated with you but god you loved Michael when he was a little agitated.

He still lay in the pile of blood surrounding him on the bed looking as if he had no desire to move, arms folded over his eyes to block out any light. Michael didn’t want to admit it, but dying was a bit of a process. And coming back even harder. It left him a bit tired and dare he think...weak. He was just looking forward to sleeping one more night in the now abandoned outpost before heading back to the sanctuary to regroup with his Cooperative consultants.

Feeling the bed move when you climbed in beside him wasn’t a surprise as he was sure that it would take some coaxing to get him into the shower. It was a surprise, however, when instead of you curling up next to him he felt you straddle his hips, your thighs easily settling over him.

He peeled his arms away from his eyes to see you looking down at him from your position above, hair framing your face. “What are you doing?” His eyebrows knit together. It was precious when he pretended to not know what was going on. He was obviously pretending because his hands easily found themselves resting on your hips, already pulling you closer to put some friction on his half hard cock.

“You already know. Don’t be stupid, Michael.” Your hips moved of their own accord to grind against him.

With a roll of his eyes, you knew he had given up the act. That and how he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you down to his lips and crashing yours together. He pressed your bodies together and you could feel some of the blood that painted his chest transfer onto yours, the heat between you.

There was no pretense of gentile actions. Michael, although exhausted from his resurrection, was still a man, after all. He couldn’t help but grab wherever he could, your hip, ass, breast, anywhere he could touch while you continued nipping on his bottom lip. He knew his fingertips would leave bruises but the simplicity of feeling his pulse again was almost invigorating. He couldn’t help himself.

You felt Michael start to roll his hips up into the heat of your cunt, already wet and throbbing for him. It was so rare that he let you take just a bit of control, or initiative, rather. But when his hand reached down to either rub into your clit or to align himself with your entrance you would never know. Before he could make a proper move, your hand wrapped around his wrist and pinned it to the bed next to his head.

Pulling away from placing messy, open mouthed kisses to his neck, you saw him looking at you with wide eyes. “What?”

He offered a small shake of his head. Nothing’s the matter.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you managed to thread his cock through your folds and continued to circle your clit against him. Michael let out a low moan as you moved.The hand that wasn’t pinned down tried to reach for you again but you were faster to lightly wrap a hand around the column of his throat. No pressure, but a warning nonetheless.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his words dripping with smugness.

“I’m finally doing whatever I want,” you said matching his tone. “Now that I know there are no repercussions.”

Michael quirked an eyebrow but actually moved both his hands to reach above his head, wrists crossed, making it all that much easier for you to hold down. “Who said that there won’t be repercussions?” he challenged, but applying the slightest about of pressure to his throat seemed to get him to stop trying to mouth off.

“You’re in no position to talk, Michael.” A grind of your hips reminded him that he was, in fact, not in position to be talking back. You both knew it wouldn’t stop him.

“My mouth seems to be very free to use at the moment,” he sneered, knowing he was getting under your skin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cunt on your face?” Your free hand grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look directly at you, nearly hovering over him. “I’m really fucking mad, Michael,” you nearly spit out at him, lips centimeters from his.

The quirk of his brow wasn’t missed as he took a moment to remember what exactly had transpired. A laugh echoed through the marble room, cold and hard. It was a laugh you had heard hundreds of times-always directed at others. It was Michael’s pity laugh.

Your back straightened, hands pulling from Michael’s body and just sat on him, your palms rubbing your own thighs just to keep your hands busy. Sobering up from the lust that clouded you gave you a moment to think while a pit settled in your belly. Humiliation.

“Ohh…..you were scared? You thought you lost me…” his lilting tone continued in his mockery of you. “My sweet, Y/N. you should know better than that.” This time his now freed hand snaked up to cradle your now flushed cheek. “I’m much more resilient than you think.”

Turning away from Michael’s touch, burning you even further into a pit of embarrassment, the bedside table caught your eye. Why, you would never know. But it did. Something about the shiny handle reminded you of exactly what was inside it. Laid in a narrow, velvet lined case was the knife Michael used for his rituals.

You glanced back at Michael, his face still one of pity and felt yourself swallow whatever sort of humiliation you were feeling. He was not going to make you feel like that-no. Not when you could feel your blood boiling against your skin, your breath coming faster.

“Oh!” he let out when you slapped his hand away from your face. “Well you’ve got some bite, don’t you?”

“I’m not just angry, I’m furious,” you deadpanned, eyes still glued to the drawer. Close enough for you to reach into…

Michael’s hands gripped your hips suddenly, hard enough that they were already bruising. He slid himself up, coating his cock in your arousal, between your folds. The obscene moan that fell from his lips rivaled the pitying laugh that reverberated moments ago. But you didn’t forget.

He continued to pull you down by your hips, creating friction on himself while teasing you and coaxing more wetness from you.

“Well what are you gonna do about it?” His lips parted and were taking in deep breaths while his eyes fluttered shut.

You allowed him to keep his hands on your hips, now more trailing to your ass. It wasn’t the fact that you couldn’t wait to wake up bruised and marked from him, a small reminder of this night. It wasn’t the fact that Michael knew your body almost better than you did and dragged his cock against your slit so expertly you were already almost cumming--it wasn’t that. It was because...it kept him busy while you extended a hand to wrap around his throat again. This time you gave a delicate squeeze and saw a glint of something in his eyes. It couldn’t be fear. He had nothing to fear, right?

“What am I gonna do about it?” you quoted back to him. “I’m going to use you however I damn well want to.”

Michael scoffed and you saw red. You grabbed his cock and sunk yourself onto him in one swift movement managing to hide the slight discomfort from being split so wide so fast but not hiding the small gasp at feeling him stretch you. If Michael’s choked sigh was anything to go by, you took him by surprise. Good. That wasn’t the only surprise in store.

Immediately, he started thrusting up into you. Hips snapping with practiced ease at the pace he knew you hated. You liked to tease and be teased. So did Michael. The fact that you two usually started a bit slower wasn’t a surprise. But he was needy, desperate. You could tell in his flushed chest and strangled moans.

“Stop it,” you bit out. To your surprise, he did with narrowed eyes. “You don’t get to move.”

“I don’t get to move? What the hell has gotten into--”

He couldn’t finish his sentence with the speed at which you managed to reach into the drawer, open the box, and hold the knife up. He watched the shining blade with wide eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips when the smug look on his face was promptly replaced with one of hesitation.

He took what was supposed to be a steadying breath but came out more nervous then he had expected.

“Why so nervous, Michael?” Your voice raised an octave while false innocence slipped in. You couldn’t help but circle your hips on him, his cock still buried deep. His choked groan only made you satisfied. “I thought you could survive anything. Then why are you so scared?” you growled in his ear.

Something took over him and he turned back to face you with a challenge in his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. I have no reason to be scared of you.” The pity colored his voice again but he was quickly shut up with a quick knick of the knife against his throat, just below his ear.

Michael gasped and looked to you. You couldn’t pay attention to that though, the way that the red seeped out of the small cut and onto the white linen under him was mesmerizing. You needed more.

“You’ll really be okay?” You asked just to make sure. A smile grew on Michael’s lips and he gave a small nod. By the way his dick twitched inside you you knew he was on the same page.

With a sigh, you started riding him. Working yourself along his thick cock and throwing your head back with the feeling of him stretching you. Michael snapped his hips into you, thrusting deeper as he pulled you down to meet him face to face. He liked to hold you there but not kiss or touch. It was a power play on his end-a reminder that even though he’s letting you play out a fantasy that he was the one in control. Always.

“Stay still,” you whispered, forcing your lips to brush against his. He didn’t stop his now relentless pace and you were left almost at his mercy as he gripped your hips, forcing you along his shaft. He was using you. You knew it. And usually you wouldn’t mind as he typically didn’t chase his own pleasure without thoroughly reciprocating. But tonight was different. The energy was electric and you knew what you were after. “I said to stop moving.”

Michael smirked, the smug bastard. He managed to roll you over onto your back so he was on top, more in control than ever, more selfish than ever. His thrusts slowed enough for him to watch your hips buck up, chasing him- needing him to fill you again. “Michael…” you mewled, almost losing your composure and energy. Literally belly up and offering yourself to him.

But it was his “It’s incredible how easily you give in,” said in a drawl that made your cunt tighten around him that made you almost snap. You managed to stay quiet for just another moment as he slowed the pace even further. The sounds of your bodies against each other ceased as he dragged himself out of you almost painfully slow.

You hid a moan with a small hum of satisfaction and felt a weight in your hand. The blade was still resting in your palm. Michael, too enraptured in his own pleasure and the way you looked laid out in front of him like a delicacy, didn’t notice the sharp gleam. He did notice, however, the sharp pain that radiated from his side.

“Ugh!” he yelped as hit hips unintentionally thrust deeper into you from his reflex. This time you couldn’t hold back the debauched moan that tore from you, feeling him push deeper, open you wider, split you open. “What was that?” he hissed. His hand pulled away from the wound red and bloodied.

Taking your moment, you managed to flip him over again so you straddled him, cock still sheathed. “You’re weak, Michael.” His lack of response, as well as his acceptance of your maneuvering, told you enough. “Blood loss? Or just dying in general?”

Michael still didn’t respond. His mouth dry, he nervously licked his lips as he watched you balance the knife between delicate fingers. It was a small one, designed to cut deep and offlet the most blood, the most sacred offering to his father. Michael’s blood, tainted with sin, was sacred. Wasting a drop would be sacrilege. Perhaps that’s why his father made it possible for him to uptake it again, should any be spilled.

His mind wandered considering the implications of his shed blood as you placed kisses against his collar bone, open mouthed and warm against his smooth skin. Behind your lips trailed the blade. It didn’t hurt the way it did when he performed a ritual, he mused. It felt good. But then again maybe it was just the fact that he was still buried to the hilt in your dripping cunt. With that realization he couldn’t help but give a small upward snap of the hips, hoping-no, praying- for some friction against your walls that he could already feel fluttering against him.

“You’re gonna cum for me already? Poor thing, we’ve just started.” Michael’s lofty voice pulled you from leaving the small map of curves along his torso, arms, traveling up to his neck. From the shallow nicks, dark blood flowed. It almost looked black all beaded against his skin, seeping from the puckered slice and flowing red over his pale body. You couldn’t help but run a hand over them, painting him further.

“You’re right. We have only just started,” you stated and pulled a deeper cut along his chest just under his left pec. Michael choked out a strangled sigh. “Oh you liked that?”

His mouth was still cotton dry- but he managed to gasp out, “Keep going. Even if I pass out, keep going.” You nodded and were more than happy to accept his order.

Trailing the knife further, you placed a matching mark on the other side- deeper this time. He jumped a bit causing his cock to hit your cervix just a little too hard. You both hissed. In retaliation, you ground yourself onto him before starting up a slow pace. Michael’s mouth fell open as he rocked his hips up into you.

“No, no. Don’t move,” you managed to murmur. Your fingers slipped over the cuts you left on him. The map of lines was blurring together for form a bastardized pentagram over his torso. “So pretty…” You ran your fingers through the drips to cover your hands in the smeared blood.

You continued to work yourself along the shaft of his cock, riding him slow, teasing. Losing his patience, his hands flew to your hips to press you hard against him, needing you to be full of him.

“I said not to move,” you nearly shouted as you started to feel the rage rise again. Michael didn’t listen, his eyes shut and he reveled in the feeling-your wetness smearing over his cock as he drew you against it again and again, the stinging of the cuts that had already started to heal, the still wet blood-warm against his skin.

Michael was starting to look utterly debauched below you. Shaking, gasping, painted in red-but his skin was starting to look a little pale. Maybe from blood loss, twice over now, or maybe it was because he had just risen from the dead. You quickly pushed the thought out of your mind and watched the way his blonde hair had started to tangle under your hands and how pretty his eyes look practically rolling into the back of his head.

“Mmmmm,” he whined as you dragged the blade again, this time over his clavicle. You continued your steady motions on him. Your cunt tightening around him as his cock twitched with desperation. You knew he was close….just needed to be pushed over the edge.

Abandoning the knife just off the side of his head, you laid yourself flush against him, changing the angle. Believing he was free from your spoken constraints, his hands found themselves wherever they could gain purchase. One pressed to your lower back to push you even further onto his throbbing cock causing you to whine.

It was almost animalistic. With Michael’s thrusts meeting you, still not yet used to the sensation of him filling you-making you feel as if you were split open every time, your hands went to tug on his hair, just a little. His mouth fell open and you swallowed the moan that came from him, wanting even that in you.

“Michael…” you hummed and felt your fingers wrap around the engraved handle of his knife.

“Yeah?” he gasped out. You ignored the yelp that he let out when you bit down on his collarbone, sucking as if to release the marrow.

“I asked you not to move.”

“What?”

The blade met his torso, hard. A full stab between the ribs and Michael was spilling into you, painting your insides with his seed. You continued to ride him, allowing him the pleasure of his high while still chasing yours.

The red of his blood was dark as it pooled and spread over the white linens below the two of you. Thick and viscous, it stuck to you as you continued to fuck him through his orgasm.

Michaels vision went blurry, but you were a sight to see. He felt his cum dripping out of your tight heat and back into his cock. He couldn’t be positive it was cum, though, as he knew his warm blood was seeping out of the long lines of cuts that decorated him. The lightheadedness from resurrecting was unlike any other. That in conjunction with more blood loss, he was weak. He knew it. And as much as he hated it, he loved it.

He felt another point of pressure, stabbing pain-deeper than when he did rituals. He wasn’t sure if he came again, but it felt like it. It wasn’t even painful anymore, just a feeling, the sensation of his life rushing out of him. You taking it from him. No-him giving it to you. Because as weak as he was, Michael knew he was the fucking antichrist and could take anyone down with the snap of his fingers- no matter how exhausted he was. But he handed this power to you, allowed you to defeat him. Temporarily at least.

“Come on,” he breathed out. “Come on my cock like the scared little girl you are.”

It was no secret that you were close. Michael could read you like a book and your sloppy movements, still taking him to the hilt each time, were losing rhythm. That and your ragged symphony of gasps and moans were indication enough.

Michael was holding on by a thread, wanting, needing, to feel you cum on him. Needing that tightness as you milked his cock, needy and grabbing onto him, needing to swallow one final whine from your lips, needing one last grasp at control. He needed to know that he did that-he made you cum for him.

His head continued swimming as he whiteknuckled onto consciousness just to feel you tip over the edge. With one more piercing sensation , this time right above his heart, he knew he wouldn’t last. The world faded with you hovering above him.

He couldn’t feel his body. Nerve endings starved of oxygen, muscles sore and empty. He did hear “You don’t deserve to feel me cum,” before a high, strung out whine as he completely blacked out.

You looked over to him where he lay, still sprawled on the bed. He was back and you could tell from the flush that decorated his chest and cheeks that his blood flow was probably back to normal. The sheets that were soaking and stained red just minutes before were back to being a crisp white. Every drop found itself back in Michael’s veins and being put to good use. His tired eyes open just wide enough to see you standing next to the bed where you were working on washing some of the drying blood off of you with a cloth.

“Can’t die, right?” you drawled as he continued to watch you from the corner of his eye.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Didn’t die just now. Bloodloss...passed out.”

“You’re just mad because I fought back. So condescending, Langdon,” you said but kept a playful tone. Michael gave a half smile at the use of his surname.

“I let you do all that.” He placed his hands behind his head and lay as a picture of relaxed confidence. Seemed like his ego came back even faster than his heartbeat did. Maybe he never lost it.

Your eyebrow arched in response and you smirked. “Sure, Michael.”

The only reason you let him and his ego win was because it just meant you’d get to do a better job. Michael was already thinking of the next time if the way his gaze lingered over the blood that still streaked your body was anything to go by...and red really was his color.

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Revenge of the ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest: ENTRY ROUNDUP!

Twenty three wonderful monsters were submitted by twenty three wonderful people to the second ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest. Let’s give them all their due before the winners are announced, shall we? Just as with last time, I went ahead and sketched them all, because I’m a masochist who enjoys hurting his carpal tunnel ridden hand, and because I feel like it gives every monster a fair shake.

@bugcthulhu starts us off with Rohobaron, a hot-headed retrosaur/crocodile chimera that can superheat his body to ignite the landscape and incinerate enemies with a touch. Despite the fairly nasty powers, Rohobaron actually has a somewhat sweet personality, being quick to make friends and staunchly loyal to his allies, though his short fuse can also make him drag his friends into danger.

Design-wise, Rohobaron’s got a very solid concept, with those dynamic fuckoff-big arms and horns being the most obvious selling points, along with little dashes of character like the gharial lump on his nose and the heavily armored plates on his chest. You wouldn’t confuse him with the other retrosaur kaiju in the series, that’s for sure. The idea of a monster this burly and gnarly looking being a sweetheart is the kind of “appearances can be decieving” thing that ATOM thrives on, and giving a kaiju powers that reflect its personality (in this case, hot-headedness = heat powers) is always cool. There are some minor continuity issues with the bio given what’s going to happen in ATOM Vol. 2, but Rohobaron doesn’t lose points for not reading a book that isn’t fully written yet. All in all, a wonderful submission!

@akitymh is next with Charlotte, a retrosaur of the herbivorous persuasion. Exactly what clade of herbivorous retrosaur it belongs to is intentionally unclear, as Charlotte has a thagomizer like an armored goliath, but also shares some quirks with horned goliaths, despite lacking horns itself. A missing link, perhaps? She’s also unusually large for an ATOM kaiju, which suggests she’s been around for a long time - reinforced by her calm and sometimes protective nature, as the older kaiju tend to be less fight-focused than the young ones in ATOM.

Charlotte’s design is very interesting, and I like the idea of having some retrosaurs who don’t quite fit into any one given clade - it makes it more like real life taxonomy to have some oddballs here and there. Her smattering of armor plates gives her and interesting look, and I like how her long hind legs allow her to go bipedal as well as walk on all fours. Her neutral personality also makes her stand out among the mostly fight-happy monsters of ATOM. All in all, a solid entry!

We continue the prehistoric theme with @ariccio50‘s marvelous armored retrosaur, Scolosurtr! An genetically modified armored goliath, Scolosurtr’s most prominent features, as you have no doubt noticed, are the two massive yet hollow spikes on his back, which are connected to the kaiju’s two massive hearts and occasionally shoot projectiles when he’s pissed (though this is painful for the reptile to do). Scolosurtr can superheat his blood as a defensive mechanism, which in turn allows him to melt the ice that often clings to his body in the frosty countries he tends to roam. The armored monster is very easily stressed out, particularly by his fellow kaiju, and will even bite his tail in an attempt to calm down.

Scolotsurtr’s design is rad as hell - I love a giant monster that looks like a mountain, and the mini-volcano shaped shoulder spikes are such a cool pokeon-esque design feature (I say that as high praise). His icy, antisocial personality is a fun contrast with his fiery look, and the personality tick of biting his own tail to calm down is a very endearing quirk. Also, can we appreciate how wide this fella is? Just an absolute unit. His powerset allows him to stand out from the mostly tooth and claw fighters of ATOM, while still being balanced thanks to the pain it causes him to use it. A very well rounded entry!

@scatha5 brings us our fourth entry, the enormous armadillo Rerradon! Shy but willing to fight when backed into a corner, Rerradon is a formidable enemy when roused, with thick armor keeping him well defended and enough claws and spikes to make other monsters rethink their choice to attack him.

Mammalian kaiju are, as many have noted, very rare, and Rerradon is an excellent contribution to their small but growing ranks. I’m a sucker for armadillos too, and Rerradon keeps all the traits I love about them while still having a unique and monstrous look to him. My favorite detail on this fella, though, is one of his alternate names - “Dracula’s Weird Dog.” Why? Well, because of the fact it references some obscure monster movie trivia - both in the 30′s when the Bela Lugosi Dracula first came out, and the 50′s when it was prominently re-released, armadillos were not a particularly well known creature, and would have been considered exotic and strange by most Americans. As a result, the film-makers of Dracula put an armadillo in the vampire’s haunted castle, banking on viewers thinking it was some sort of strange monster. And, at the time, it works - most people who saw the film had no idea what the strange lizard rat thing was, though I imagine anyone living in the Southwest probably wondered why the hell an armadillo was in Transylvania. Obscure references to monster movie minutia are exactly ATOM’s jam!

Our next monster is @quinnred‘s flying saucer mimic, Mogul! An enormous descendent of the sea cucumber, Mogul needs both Yamaneon radiation and water to survive, and causes a great deal of chaos in the process of feeding until scientists realize dehydration can drive the creature away, While too simple in nature to exhibit much of a personality, Mogul’s mysterious nature and accidental imitation of interstellar travelers allows it to leave a mark nonetheless.

An incredibly clever design that I wasn’t quite skilled enough to capture in my sketch (you should always check out the links to the originals here, folks), Mogul is tailor made to a great 1950′s style monster story. You have the initial mystery with an inherent red herring built into it (i.e. everyone thinking the creature is initially a UFO), the startling discovery of what we’re really dealing with, and a creative solution that scientists come upon when studying the monster’s biology. While Mogul’s simple nature means it might have trouble in a kaiju vs. kaiju story, it’s incredibly well suited to a stand alone tale, the kind that could really flesh out ATOM’s giant monster crisis.

@cerothenull brings us our first big arthropod, Acanpetax the enormous assassin bug! A gnarly insect that wears the bones of kaiju its killed as armor, Acanpetax is a cruel and vicious hunter of its fellow monsters, though over time its vicious ways soften.

Kaiju bones turn to Yamaneon when they die, and Yamaneon crystals are shaped in a way that would give them a very coarse, spiky texture (if my muddied memories of Geology 101 are correct, anyway), making the insect’s armor even more evil-looking, which is great for a monster that (initially) plays a Heel role. This guy has the makings of a great villain monster, and I like that, in ATOM fashion, he still manages to get a heroic turn over time, especially the implication in his bio that it comes from communicating with the spirit of the snake monster whose skull he currently wears as a hat. It’s delightfully weird! A big bug with a solid visual to work off of and a great role and character arc baked into his personality, Acanpetax is a strong contender!

(no seriously you really need to check out the original postings, my sketch here does not do this fella justice)

@evolutionsvoid also shows ATOM’s big bugs some love by bringing the fungus infested Megaria into their ranks! Originally a larval cicada that was parasitized (and likely to die) by a fungus, Megaria’s sudden transformation into a kaiju brought her into a more balanced symbiosis with her parasite. Neither an attacker or a protector, Megaria is a spectator of kaiju fights, and will eagerly watch her fellow giants battle without participating herself. She is a force to be reckoned with when backed into a corner, though, as Megaria’s fungal growths have given her a variety of sound-based abilities, many of which she is not fully in control of.

It hasn’t been touched on in ATOM much yet, but plants and fungi are affected by Yamaneon radiation in a very similar manner as animal life, and Megaria presents a fun opportunity to explore that. The idea of a parasite and its victim becoming partners post-mutation is really interesting, and Megaria’s design is just as interesting to look at as its concept is to think about. Her fungal symbiote also gives her a great number of unique powers and abilities to make any fight scenes she’d be in unique, while her personality as a kaiju spectator allows her to stand out (I can see her making cameos in other stories as a background monster). Another solid contender for the contest!

@highly-radioactive-nerd takes us back to the past with the helmeted retrosaur Tsunoking! Technically a paleo tyrant, Tsunoking sports several defensive adaptations that are similar to those sported by many herbivorous retrosaurs as well, though perhaps his most notable adaptation is the crown of horns that gives him his name (see, he’s pointing to it in my sketch! It’s a nice crown.). A proud but honorable monster, Tsunoking is a powerful fighter who prefers to fight similarly powerful foes, and is also rather fastidious when it comes to personal hygiene.

I love the chimeric mix of features here - the dragon-y snout, the pachycephalosaurus dome skull, and the ankylosaurus tail club all give Tsunoking a very unique silhouette among the many carnivorous retrosaur kaiju in ATOM, and would no doubt provide some fun speculation for ATOM’s paleontologists. The vanity gives his heroic personality a fun flaw to work with, and I likewise think his Samurai-esque honor code could be interesting to work with in a story. A wonderful prehistoric monster to add to the roster!

@dragonzzilla brings us a very strange and melancholic monster, the bipedal caribou Najjuk! In addition to its striking humanoid stance, Najjuk emits a great deal of toxic gas as a byproduct of its Ice Age biology, and its inability to cope with warm temperatures results in it becoming incredibly aggressive and dangerous whenever it leaves its arctic environment.

There’s a clear (but not too heavy handed) metaphor for global warming in the threat Najjuk presents, as the warming of the earth leaves it less cool spaces to seek refuge in, and the caribou’s methane emissions actually contribute to the problem that’s destroying its home. The monster also has a great deal of pathos built into it - a herd animal that is the last of its kind, forced to live in a habitat that’s too inhospitably cold for most other kaiju to tolerate, making it an incredibly lonely monster. Combine the symbolism and pathos of its plight with a very striking mammalian design and you have an incredibly unique entry into ATOM’s menagerie of monsters!

@virovac gives us a truly bizarre entry with one of the most clever descriptions I’ve read so far, the low budget monstrosity known as Nematerror! A mutant roundworm, Nematerror is one of the monsters considered too simple in nature to have a personality, though it still seeks what it needs with enough voraciousness to be considered a threat.

The really ingenious thing about this entry lay in its description, as virovac chose to describe how the creature would look if it were an actual prop in a low budget 50′s monster movie. Made from a garden hose, stuffed socks, and some other trash, Nematerror is the kind of cornball monster puppet idea that could only be carried out in the atomic era of creature features, the kind that Joel and the bots would have a field day with. There’s even a description of how its hose nozzle could be turned around to represent a nematode’s malleable mouth parts! It’s very clever, and definitely the sort of idea that suits ATOM’s love of cheesy monster movies.

@skarmorysilver brings us the old and crusty mole monster, Gnomoran! A sadistic curmudgeon, Gnomoran is a deeply unpleasant monster to face in battle. With venomous spit and caustic pus secreted from its many facial sores, Gnomoran’s natural weapons give it a revolting edge, which is made all the more nasty by its mean-spirited personality. However, Gnomoran is also in immense pain, as its healing factor has been thrown off kilter, giving it the kaiju equivalent of cancer.

The design of Gnomoran is excellent. Like many of the previous ATOM CKC entries, it plays on the secret connection between ATOM and my Midgaheim stories, in this case using my mole-derived Gnomes/Dwarves as a starting point, and working back to show their more explicitly rodent-like roots. The star-faced mole nose, long beard, big ol’ horn, and lumpy tumors all give him a bunch of iconic design details, and his power set of venom and caustic pus is uniquely gross. He’s a great Heel monster, with a nasty attitude to match his equally nasty looks and power set, all while still having the ability to be sympathetic. Figuring out how to explain why his healing factor has gotten so out of whack presents a bit of a continuity hurdle - Gnomoran has symptoms of both cancer and old age, which normally aren’t possible in an ATOM-verse kaiju, so that would need a good explanation. But design and personality wise he’s a damn good fit!

DA user Lediblock submitted the chicken/retrosaur hybrid Galiente! Made by splicing DNA from Tyrantis’s blue nemesis, the Terror, with that of a chicken, Galiente is a panicky, defensive monster who is tormented by the knowledge that other kaiju find his flesh ridiculously delicious.

Galiente’s design is a freakish mix of reptile and bird that goes for body horror, with a patchwork mix of scales, feathers, and raw skin, twisted limbs, and, somewhat inexplicably considering the two animals it’s a mix of, velociraptor feet. The result is a very tortured looking creature, which fits its nervous and tragically aggressive personality - Galiente is a monster that picks fights because it fears it will get hurt if it doesn’t make the first move. There’s a sadness that goes along with its wretched appearance and attitude that’s very sympathetic. The monster’s backstory would probably need some tweaks, though - the many ways it is tied to Tyrantis specifically seem a bit unnecessary, with the “people mistake it for Tyrantis” angle being a bit implausible (and somewhat redundant, given Tyrantis already has two enemies that are his twisted doppelgangers as is), and I’m not sure a monster hunting organization would recruit a chicken farmer into their ranks, no matter how good his business savvy is. Still, a plausible backstory wasn’t one of the contest requirements, and design and personality-wise Galiente is a very solid concept.

@protagonistprepblog submitted Gentil, an armored monster with a sweet disposition! Gentil is designed to be something of an earth elemental, with a mix of traits from various creatures associated with that element. He sports a healing mist/aura, a poison blast from his mouth, venomous claws, and the standard kaiju powers of strength and nigh invulnerability. He’s also smart enough to join an organization specifically to help people.

Gentil has a very striking design, albeit one that’s (intentionally) hard to place taxonomically. He would probably be the result of genetic modification in ATOM’s world, though the way his creator described him as the kaiju of the Earth Element makes me think the intention is for something more magical in origin. The sweet personality suits his name very well, and as far as monsters go he’s very friend-shaped. Most of Gentil’s information was shared with me by his creator via DMs, and he’s a very thoroughly developed concept, albeit one that seems to fit a story of protagonistprepblog’s creation a bit better than ATOM. A wonderful submission nonetheless!

@dinosaurana submits the nuclear gator known far and wide as One-Armed Louie! Already a menace when he was just a big, one-armed alligator, Louie became a true menace when he survived the explosive failure of a nuclear power plant, resulting in a number of wild mutations that, among other things, allow the massive crocodilian to assume a semi-bipedal stance. Louie’s aggressive nature and history of getting into mischief ironically make him a pretty good kaiju to have around, as he will more often than not turn those shit-starting instincts on his fellow giants and end up keeping them in line as a result. Even Jim Madson, a gator hunter turned kaiju wrangler, can’t help but appreciate how the “rat bastard” has become something of a boon to humanity since becoming freakishly large.

One-Armed Louie brings a true crocodilian to ATOM’s cast, which warms my reptile loving heart. One could argue that the retrosaurs are all just very weird crocodiles, of course, but while that may literally be the case, most of them don’t look like crocodiles - they don’t have that pure crocodile vibe - and Louie makes up for their deficiency by being very much a big ol’ crocodilian. Big ol’ gators and crocs are a giant monster movie archetype just as much as big ol’ bugs, and Louie gives them their due very well. He also looks absolutely hardcore, which fits his aggressive “rat bastard” personality to a T. A very solid entry for the contest!

@iamthekaijuking submitted the modified martian monster Nyergolep! Originally from the planet Mars, Nyergolep was kidnapped by the Beyonder Alliance and experimented upon until it developed psychic powers. Designed to be a sort of anti-Kemlasulla, Nyergolep is a nervous wreck who hates combat and desperately wants to escape the Beyonders.

Nyergolep’s design takes a lot from Kemlasulla’s, albeit with a lot of twists - fitting for the “Anti-Kemlasulla.” Its tentacles are much more massive than its legs, with the roles of each set of limbs being reversed (i.e. using tentacles for locomotion instead of grasping, using legs for grasping instead of locomotion), and it lacks all of the armor Kemlasulla has, including the bony plates protecting the head and eye. The result is a very fragile looking martian, the squishy mage to Kemlasulla’s rough and rowdy fighter. I like the wiggly line of its upper jaw the best - don’t ask me why. “Nergle’s” design is a little too closely tied to Kemlasulla’s for me to give full marks in that category, though I do love that wiggly mouth. Its personality is pretty damn good though, fitting with the other shell-shocked war veterans in the Beyonder Kaiju army.

@dragonseeker-rex submitted the cactus/bird hybrid Orothorn! In a story that feels like it came from one of the more light-hearted Twilight Zone episodes, Orothorn began as a normal gilded flicker that happened to befriend an cowboy actor named Mick Auricson (specializing in playing cowboys was A Thing in the 1950′s) after Mick nursed the little bird back to health. An ill-placed dynamite explosion near a hidden Yamaneon deposit not only supersized Orothorn, but fused it with some of the nearby cactus (violent bursts of Yamaneon radiation can do this kind of shit on occasion), creating a massive, thorny-skinned bird monster with a heart of gold and a fondness for humans in general, and Mick Auricson in particular. The feeling is mutual, as Mick even commissioned a special kaiju-sized scarf for the bird to wear (which I forgot to illustrate, whoops!).

Birds are lacking in ATOM’s roster (we don’t even have any in the core 50 files), and Orothorn is a unique take on the concept, with cactus thorns sticking out from between his feathers. Him being a kaiju that specifically emulates the heroic behavior of a cowboy (actor) is also adorable and so very in line with ATOM’s sensibilities, it’s genuinely cute and I love it. It’s a giant bird with cactus thorns that wears a scarf and thinks it’s a cowboy, how can you not love that?

Dracosaurus Rex submitted the enormous tuatara kaiju Tuatani! Initially mistaken for being a retrosaur, this three eyed reptile can shoot energy blasts from his third eye and carries a virulent disease in his blood that infects any who encounter it. A lonesome creature, Tuatani is very placcid during the day but will go on nightly rampages from time to time, apparently in a fit of vengeful despair at being the only one of his kind.

A clear homage to the Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, Tuatani nevertheless has a lot to set him apart from his inspiration, with a multi-eyed motiff that sports an actual third eye as well as several eyespots. The loneliness that drives him to lash out is a nice nod to both the film and the short story that inspired it, and his status as a Tuatara descendant would make him the last modern reptile missing from ATOM’s pantheon. The nature of the disease in his blood would need some elaboration, as the immune systems of ATOM kaiju are very strong (being able to regenerate white blood cells almost instantaneously makes it very easy for them to learn which micro-organisms need to be destroyed), but it’s an interesting power for the monster to have. A very solid entry!

@umbercario-sablesable gives us the giant silkworm, Munchy! A caterpillar whose head, jaws, and true legs are covered in a metal alloy. Munchy lives to eat, and with metal jaws he can eat quite a lot of things! While the insect will eat any non-living matter it comes across, it prefers not to eat living things, which makes it one of the few monsters who finds buildings more appetizing than the people inside them. Though Munchy has little desire in this world outside of sating its gluttony, it isn’t a malicious creature, and so long as your house isn’t in its path you have little to fear from the monster.

Silkworms have a short but important role in kaiju history, as Mothra’s larva form is based on a type of silkworm, so making a silkworm kaiju plays into a very grand tradition. Munchy goes for a more morally neutral route than Mothra, though, taking the voracious appetite of a caterpillar and exaggerating it to a proper kaiju scale. The simplicity of it actually makes for a rather unique kaiju, as Munchy’s single-minded desire to eat as much non-living matter as possible makes it a very different sort of antagonist than the somewhat more complicated kaiju villains of ATOM. Add to that the massive variety one can find in silkworms and you have a recipe for a very good monster!

(Apologies at the possible inaccuracy of my illustration - google could not find images of the wakabayashi landrace species of silkworm that he is specified as being, so I had to just look up silkworms and hope I was somewhere in the correct ballpark - and then I missed the detail about his first pair of false legs being long enough to give him a bipedal stance so uh... well I think he’s still pretty cute, that counts for something?)

Sir K brings us the lung/ryu kaiju Yokaigon the Incredible! Mistaken for a retrosaur by its initial discoverer (we certainly have a lot of scientists in ATOM who are very bad at taxonomy), Yokaigon is capable of affecting the weather like some of the few psychic kaiju in ATOM’s setting, suggesting latent psychic powers on the reptile’s part. He is also able to absorb electricity and may or may not be able to fly. Introverted and antisocial by nature, Yokaigon isn’t driven to seek out combat like most other kaiju, and prefers to be left alone.

With a backstory inspired by an absolutely terrible dub of Varan the Unbelievable!, Yokaigon is a fun homage that winks at some of the mythic creatures that existed in ATOM’s universe long before the series takes place - a surviving Loong/Ryu, much as Kraydi is a surviving dragon and Gorgolisk a surviving basilisk. While Loongs aren’t covered in my Midgaheim Bestiary project, I have done sketches of what they would be like before, and it’s fun to see them mixed with a suitamation look here. I don’t think a sea monster necessarily needs to make storms to still feel appropriately mythical, but the hydrokinetic ability to summon sea storms is plausible enough in ATOM (I’ve got a Yeti who summons blizzards in roughly the same way, so who am I to judge?). And people always want more dragons.

@toothlessloveshiccup brings us the prehistoric arthropod Insectra! Despite appearances, Insectra isn’t actually an insect, but actually a much older arthropod that is more closely related to horseshoe crabs. Forged in a conflict between natives and an encroaching military force in the South Pacific, Insectra protects the local human civilization of her island home while repelling those who would destroy it. With EMP blasts in her already powerful arsenal, she is a formidable enemy for anyone, man or kaiju, to face.

Insectra’s design has a great Hanna Barbera bug-monster vibe, the sort of thing you could see going toe to toe with the Herculoids or Space Ghost. It’s simple in some places, but to the point, with great big spears for hands and wide, stompy feet. Her motivation as a protector is a great nod to Mothra, while having an even more explicit anti-imperialist bent to it. A very well rounded entry for the contest!

Shadyserpent brings us the draconic reptile Karax! Another mythic creature sneaking into the world of ATOM, Karax is a serpentine beast whose vestigial wings allow it to fly (Yamaneon’s ability to defy gravity doing some of its most implausible work yet). With terrible venom and a better-than-average healing factor, Karax is a deadly opponent, the dragon-like beast is thankfully more focused on collecting shiny objects than waging war against man or kaiju, though his desire to add to his hoard sometimes causes trouble.

See? I told you people like dragons! Karax’s design retains the ATOM-approved level of scientific plausibility, with his wings being fairly simple/under-developed compared to the more fantastical dragons of my Midgaheim stories. He retains the prehistoric monster vibe that other Midgaheim survivors like Gorgolisk and Kraydi have, towing the line enough to fit in with ATOM’s menagerie while still winking at the mythic side of things. His fondness for shiny objects is both a nice nod to his draconic nature and a fun character quirk that can get him into the kind of trouble that stories are made of, and the fact that he’s also got more than a few references to the classic giant monster movie Reptilicus is also a plus! A very good entry.

@titleknown brings us Neuro-Idiom, a brain monster who creates psychedelic mass hallucinations! Formed from a bunch of aliens fusing their minds together, Neuro-Idiom conjurs other creatures out of thin air with its psychic powers, and has pretty much every other psychic power to boot!

Neuro-Idiom’s primary design, that of a big walking brain creature, fills a monster archetype that hasn’t been present in ATOM thus far - i.e. the big, ambulatory, disembodied brain, and yes, that is a SUPER popular archetype for 1950′s/60′s monster fiction. Its psychic projections also pay homage to various monsters in fiction that were actually just the manifestations of an unsound mind - the Id monster from Forbidden Planet, the crawling brains of Fiend Without a Face, and the Crackler from Godzilla: The Series are examples of this concept. The backstory of this monster would need to be reworked since it kind of ignores that “kaiju” in ATOM is a word with a very specific meaning (you can’t have a kaiju without Yamaneon involved), and the monster having amplified versions of EVERY psychic power makes it significantly more powerful than anything in ATOM’s canon, so that might have to be toned down a bit as well, but all in all it’s a lovely brain monster!

@drrockso20 brings us our final entry, the massive bison Chief Wrigley! With gorilla-like arms and enormous horns, this big bovine has the muscle he needs to protect his herd and territory from any creature that dares to challenge it! He’s not all brawn, either, as Chief Wrigley is clever enough to use the environment to his advantage, and even makes use of simple tools from time to time. He can telepathically communicate with others, and can sometimes generate electric blasts from his horns.

With a very unique design, power set, and personality, Chief Wrigley has the makings of an excellent protagonist/hero kaiju, the kind who could headline his own corner of ATOM’s kaiju-verse. Bison are a really underused basis for a kaiju, too - they have very unique heads, and their bodies are build in a way that’s very good at conveying mass. With just enough special powers to make combat scenes interesting, but not so many that he feels out of place in ATOM’s world, Chief Wrigley is a strong contender in this contest!

Those are the entries! Who will be the top three winners, and who will get the grand prize? You’ll have to wait a bit longer to find out, but for now, let’s appreciate how many wonderful monsters we made here! In a way, they’re all winners in my book, even if I can’t give prizes to the whole batch!

#Revenge of the ATOM Kaiju Contest #The Atomic Time of Monsters #kaiju #giant monster

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seasaltmemories · 5 years

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The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein Review/Analysis

Really expanding my pallet by tackling a book instead of anime like I’ve done in the past, but I have a lot of complex thoughts about this that I pretty much need to spill out immediately

Summary time:

Elizabeth Lavenza hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. Her thin arms are covered with bruises from her "caregiver," and she is on the verge of being thrown into the streets . . . until she is brought to the home of Victor Frankenstein, an unsmiling, solitary boy who has everything--except a friend. Victor is her escape from misery. Elizabeth does everything she can to make herself indispensable--and it works. She is taken in by the Frankenstein family and rewarded with a warm bed, delicious food, and dresses of the finest silk. Soon she and Victor are inseparable. But her new life comes at a price. As the years pass, Elizabeth's survival depends on managing Victor's dangerous temper and entertaining his every whim, no matter how depraved. Behind her blue eyes and sweet smile lies the calculating heart of a girl determined to stay alive no matter the cost . . . as the world she knows is consumed by darkness.

All my reviews are extremely personal, but this is going to get even more personal bc of the unique relationship I have with the original Frankenstein, I read that back in my senior year of high school and while it wasn’t a favorite of mine, I had my fun with it, I wasn’t the most diligent student, skipping much of the latter half bc I wanted to focus more on my senior thesis, but I really enjoyed Victor as a protagonist. In contrast to how adaptions portray him, he’s a pathetic teenager/20-something who drops out of college bc he gets offended when his science professors laugh at him for wanting to study alchemy instead of a real field of science. He gets sick at the drop of the hat, is so self-centered he really only acknowledges others when they are right in front of him, and a coward who can’t take responsibility for any of the problems he creates, all without being particularly malicious, I more enjoy laughing at him than fangirling over him, but there is a lot of humanity there that I find endearing in its own way

But I was an Elizabeth fangirl, the girl goes through equal amounts of hell without knowing it is all the fault of the man she adores. While the narrative mostly kept her as “love interest” I felt their could be a lot of pathos to her tale and even wrote an essay about it. However as I looked for academic material/retellings, I couldn’t find any that shared my sentiment

Recently I was brought back to Frankenstein because of a local writing contest that was celebrating its 200th birthday. While it was looking for horror submissions in general, I wrote a modern retelling with the intent of giving it a female perspective and subsequently won first place for it

So when I discovered this book, published around the same time as when I wrote my own retelling, it seemed made for me. And oh those first few chapters were a treat, it felt exactly like something I might even write: Elizabeth is someone who plays the angel bc she fears she won’t survive if she is anything less perfect, and no matter the situation this suffocating anxiety grips her every action as she tests people’s reaction to her, I was on cloud nine for all of act 1, other reviews seem to dislike the slow past of that part as it all takes place in one slow day with lots of flashbacks, but I loved marinating in Elizabeth’s inner world as I hadn’t be able to before

Act 2 is where some complicated feelings mixed in, and to talk about then completely I’m gonna go into spoilers. If you are interested in it so far or tend to like my writing of worn-down girls trying to survive in worlds where their image can decide their fate, then I recommend it. For full effect it helps to have read Frankenstein since there is so much of the novel is tied to the original and it pays a lot of love to the cultural icon it has become as a whole, but apparently other reviewers have enjoyed it without that prior knowledge. If you are still on the fence/don’t care about spoilers, let’s dive into the next 2/3rds of it

First of all, this novel reads so much like fanfic. I say that as not a measure of the quality of its writing, bc at its core it is fanfic, and since it falls into that genre, it shapes many of its strengths and flaws. For example, Act 2 is the weakest section of all bc so much of the plot is recounting plot point by plot point or the original, and aside while the POV switch makes certain events, like Justine’s death hit harder and in a different way, it also inherits some less tightly-written sections, like Victor traveling to England to build the bride. But in a way I can excuse that because by then I had started to treat it like fanfiction and took that as a sunk cost that couldn’t be avoided bc of the format

What really shows that this is fanfic is the fact that rather than simply retell the original, it uses the material left behind to build an original story of a woman trying to find an identity that has never felt her own, and I don’t find any fault in that because I have done the same, hell I’ve written about blonde teenage Elizabeths in the 19th century who tailor their entire personality for their dark, morally ambiguous cousin that they are in love with it, but because I can so closely relate to the mere concept of writing a story like this, I find I am much more critical of matters of personal taste than I would be otherwise

To put it bluntly, TDDEF’s Victor is not Shelley’s Victor. And while it tries to play that “untold story” angle to explain the discrepancies, it does not work. Here Victor is like one step away from being a literal demon child, lacking any care for anyone besides Elizabeth and always ready to cut someone/thing open with a knife. He is completely obsessed with her, being inspired to conquer death not because of losing his mother, but because he realized her morality when she catch a life-threatening illness, and while it works for the story TDDEF wants to tell, it is not the Victor I know as he goes on to do even worse things than Shelley’s version

Now again I am faced with having done the same before, taking much less morally gray characters and in fanon dying then a few shades darker, but while this is nitpicky, it makes a lot of the details between the two works not line up so well, even before the narratives diverge

Like for example I never bought Victor’s love or even obsession for Elizabeth here, like Shelley’s version they are often apart and even when together Victor is stuck in his studies, yet here she becomes his entire motivation, part of this was because TDDEF wanted to highlight the problematic elements of the original relationship, but I feel like it still could have been done while veering closer to the original depiction, like despite all Elizabeth does for him, he treats her more like a pet he has to remember to feed and allows her to go through a lot of trauma to save his own skin, that’s still a damning portrayal without falling into the evil cartooniness TDDEF’s version sometimes does, but even within that criticism I can see my biases getting in the way bc I like and write male love interests who mean well but can still fall into toxic behaviors

Regardless, Act 3 is where the narrative really comes into its own, and while I still prefer Act 1, it preferable to the safeness and predictability of Act 2. It is completely unsubtle about the message it wants to send, and while I can’t fault it for it, that’s when the YA label really starts to show, my feelings about the YA genre could fill an entirely different post, but to explain what I mean about feeling YA in the most simplest terms, well I would have absolutely adored it if I was younger, sometimes it may get cheesy or self-indulgent but I know if I was the target audience it would have shaken my entire worldview on what books could do and say. And a lot of that is bc it caters to the adolescent appeal of fanfic, like the narrative could have ended two chapters before its true end, but it instead goes on what feels like a fan’s post-canon imaginings, which while a bit too sappy and simplistic for me, is the type of closure younger me would be starved for

So I am in an odd position, feeling on one hand almost betrayed for it drifting from the vision I found perfect, but also knowing it did so to be true to a vision younger!me would have needed, I guess the best way to describe it is that while Act 1 is still something I personally enjoy, the rest is something I more appreciate from an academic/impersonal perspective. And while I can’t say I am completely satisfied to be there, I feel like maybe a high school girl who reads Frankenstein for her English class and falls for Elizabeth like I did may now be able to find others giving her the type of love she needs Elizabeth to get

#the dark descent of elizabeth frankenstein #my reviews #seasalt talks #whoo boy this is the longest one I've written so far #partly bc I have such a more personal relationship with it than anything else #if any mutuals have read this/or decide to read this bc of me then PLEASE talk about it with me #bc like I said so my feelings are so specific I feel they can't be mirrored in anyone else's opinion #so I want to know other's take #on an unrelated note apparently the author has written a genderswapped Vlad the Impeller #Impaler*#I might check it out bc I'll likely be less loyal to the historical account like I am to Frankenstein #and the trashy part of myself is just like 'Yo Alucard!'

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

I’m not subjecting anyone to this horror. Stolen from @crimsonfluidessence

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Vesevont Nevelaux

NICKNAME: Ves, “Cap”

AGE: 49

BIRTHDAY: 15th Sun of the Second Astral Moon (March 15)

ETHNIC GROUP: Ishgardian Elezen

NATIONALITY: Ishgardian

LANGUAGE(S): Common Eorzean

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

CLASS: Dragoon (OOC only, IC a mere knight)

HOMETOWN / AREA: Coerthas

CURRENT HOME: The Mist

PROFESSION: Ex-knight of Ishgard's House Durendaire. Currently: none

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Blond

EYES: Amber

NOSE: He has one(1) nose.

FACE: Scarred, eye bags, wrinkly, crow’s feet, a little gaunt, aged

LIPS: Probably dry to be fair.

COMPLEXION: Light or, probably just pale

BLEMISHES: We all have ‘em

SCARS: One over the right eye, one across the left cheek and nose. And others.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 6′6″

WEIGHT: Average for his height

BUILD: Lean, fit

FEATURES: He’s got pretty big ears?

ALLERGIES: Bananas.

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Short, blond, shaved on the sides.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Resting bitch face

USUAL CLOTHING: Old knight-attire with green cloak, or his blue outfit later in SB

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Abandonment, his kids or friends getting hurt, Carbuncles, Voidsent

ASPIRATION(S): Being able to settle down with someone

POSITIVE TRAITS: Tenacious, Loyal, Polite, Caring, Merciful

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Stubborn, Confrontational, Harsh, Impulsive

ZODIAC: Ironically a Pisces (Thaliak on the Eorzean calender)

TEMPERAMENT: Guarded but usually optimistic

SOUL TYPE(S): He has a soul or he wouldn’t be alive.

ANIMALS: He’d want to be a shark

VICE HABIT(S): Stress-eating, boredom eating, eating

FAITH: Unknown

GHOSTS?: Reluctantly yes

AFTERLIFE?: He hopes so

REINCARNATION?: Maybe

ALIENS?: "Who?”

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Probably really liberal

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: Don’t ask him things like this he doesn’t know.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: Refer to the above

EDUCATION LEVEL: Life experience. (He was a knight. Cannon fodder.)

FAMILY.

FATHER: Yes; Dead

MOTHER: Yes; Dead

SIBLINGS: No

EXTENDED FAMILY: Probably

NAME MEANING(S): Vesevont is the made up version to his OC actual name, Vsevolod, which hilariously means ‘lord of everything/everybody’. It’s also a name that hasn’t been used in centuries so anyone with that name is looked at very weirdly irl.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: No.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Particular towards fiction, because he likes happy endings.

MOVIE: If there were movies, rom-coms.

5 SONGS: He doesn’t really listen to music anymore

DEITY: Not currently

HOLIDAY: Maybe Starlight

MONTH: Doesn’t matter

SEASON: Spring

PLACE: The Ruby Sea

WEATHER: Warm and sunny

SOUND: The ocean, the breaking-the-sound-barrier sound Sihl makes when flying

SCENT(S): Fresh cut flowers

TASTE(S): Savory, spicy, chocolatey

FEEL(S): Warm hands on his icicle hands.

ANIMAL(S): Again, sharks

NUMBER: 13. A baker’s dozen

COLORS: Yellow

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Destroying property, taste-testing, withstanding harsh environments

BAD AT: Acting normal and well integrated into society, social anything

TURN ONS: Intelligence, Kindness, Snappy Wits and Sarcasm, Prim and Proper

TURN OFFS: Cruelty, Unforgiving..ness, All Out Bad

HOBBIES: Flying with Sihl and exploring, sometimes people-watching

TROPES: Anime-Reactions, Dopey Dad, Seems to Survive Everything

AESTHETIC TAGS: Birds, the sky, flying, the sun, dragons happy, uplifting and airy

GPOY QUOTES: "Uh oh.”

FC INFO. (I dont know what ANY of this means.)

MAIN FC(S):

ALT FC(S):

OLDER FC(S):

YOUNGER FC(S):

VOICE CLAIM(S): WS!Cap definitely was lip-syncing Ronan Harris’ voice due to the sheer multitude of VNV songs that were part of his character. But Ves specifically?? I imagine something probably deeper and more rough but I haven’t heard anything I liked in particular yet.

GENDERBENT FC(S):

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:

If it were up to me, the movie would be emulating a war movie in style, with muted and often cold colors and much darker themes and tones. Occasionally there’d be bursts of color or uplifting scenes to remind everyone that people are still human and contrast all the darker stuff, so a balance between the two.

That’d be the most important part of it for me personally. Many references to all sorts of symbolism, though not too heavy-handed with it, allegories, metaphors, etc. To explore the spectrum of the ...for lack of better term, human condition.

Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:

Completely orchestrated, done in a romantic style so that, in case someone weren’t watching the movie itself, they could simply listen to the music and imagine their own scene to it as the composition of said songs would ...in a perfect world, be very specifically tailored to fit certain sequences of emotion and whatnot.

And of course some violin/piano duet pieces sprinkled here and there.

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:

Ves is just one version of an old OC I’ve had for a long, long time. Maybe eight or so years. Give or take. He’s got several different iterations thus far.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:

My love for war movies and such to be honest. Along with my insane fascination and interest in historical narratives and European warfare and the like. Typically, Ves’ character is usually pulling all sorts of things from WW1 from fashion to mannerisms, and his whole world is constructed to emulate that as well (though, not set on Earth.) Not the FFXIV version of course because Ishgard is there, but other versions of him such as WS and his original counterpart.

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:

If I had to pick the largest thing I have against him (and I mean this character in general, not specifically FFXIV,) it’s the need for historical accuracy in most cases. I’m a die-hard for things like that and spend a lot of time doing research (usually just for fun but I get carried away easily.) Considering reference material isn’t always the easiest to find for really specific things from a time period that old, it becomes frustrating VERY quickly when I don’t feel I’m portraying him ‘authentically’ enough.

Elsewise, as far as his personality goes, he’s just like any dad. The need to always be right drives me absolutely insane. The good thing about him though is that he’s fictional and I can make him change and grow and learn. >:) Now that’s what I call sexy.

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:

We both love to eat and eat way too much too often and yet are like twigs. And we’re too particular about certain things.

I dunno, your characters technically are just facets of you.

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:

He’d be extremely annoyed but I don’t think he’d do anything about it. I am but a CHILDE.

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

Thus far? There’s Lowrey who won’t leave him alone and is always trying to wrangle Ves in like a bucking horse, and they’re VERY entertaining to watch with their weird and aggressive banter (on Ves’ part anyway, he can’t stand the guy. Lowrey just rolls with the punches with a big grin and keeps on pushing. Ves is gonna clobber him one of these days for real this time. For REAL this time.)

And then there’s Ves and Caudecus’ very polarizing and almost jarring but still extremely funny interactions with one another. They’re roommates right now so, typical roommate shenanigans, laugh track plays here. There’s something sinister hidden underneath it all and I think Caud may just get a laugh out of stabbing Ves verbally, which is also something I enjoy laying witness to.

And of course, Mei and Ves. He has NO idea who she is, he just kind of met her out there in the wilderness I suspect and thought she was weird, but she’s very fun and loves to go exploring and flying too and that’s something he can relate to. Plus Mei displays a very clear sense of justice and that is something he appreciates VERY much. She’s just whacky and weird and a mystery but he likes it and doesn’t know why. It’s probably all the pink.

Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?:

Anime stuff probably, war stuff. I dunno, depends on my mood for the day. I don’t need inspiration, my characters are just on a roulette wheel. Which one do I feel like using today.

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:

About an hour, but I had to constantly rephrase things that didn’t make sense.

#vesevont nevelaux

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In the days when Babylon was the greatest city on Earth, mankind lived in placid ignorance of the grandeur, vastness and horror of the cosmos. Following cataclysmic events on Earth the fragile veil between reality and the Void was shattered and the truth of existence revealed. As mankind cried for salvation they were torn from their homeworld by Void-torrents and the surviving peoples of Earth were scattered among the stars. Countless were lost and mankind seemed all but perished. Over the decades the survivors, stragglers and ragged remnants of mankind’s tribes struggled for their lives across countless uncaring worlds. However, a few managed to go beyond mere subsistence and travel the Void-currents to congregate in fabled Llyhn, epicentre of the cosmos.

BLACK VOID is a dark fantasy tabletop roleplaying game revolving around the fall and subsequent resurgence of humanity after cataclysmic events have torn them from Earth. Pursuing power, prestige and enlightenment - humanity is struggling to find a new place and purpose in a vast and unfamiliar cosmos. Players can focus on the personal struggles and stories of their characters or expand their scope putting emphasis on the fate of humanity as a species and the part they play in this.

BLACK VOID core book: A high-quality, 400+ page, full colour and hardcover book with everything you need for players and game-masters. The book is filled with original art, novel species and monsters, extensive descriptions and rich lore, detailed maps and much more bringing the BLACK VOID to life.

Game themes: The game takes place in a distant past which is both familiar and outlandish in its dark and exotic ambience. As descendants of the survivors of Earth, characters can adopt many roles such as:

Serving as emissaries, defending the enclaves and last remnants of human civilization.

Travelling the Void-currents as explorers seeking riches and glory across the cosmos.

Venturing to find Earth, the long lost cradle of humanity.

Seeking influence and claiming a new home for mankind, taking their rightful places as leaders of mankind.

Diving into the intrigues of Llyhn or perhaps building an empire in the dark depths of the city’s underworld.

Discovering the true essence of existence finding enlightenment beyond the veil of reality; in a Void filled with mindless abominations.

Game Concept: At its core the game is about the exploration, struggle for survival and will-to-power of humanity as it encounters an outlandish, bizarre cosmos. This is not a typical game of “good versus evil”. Rather, it takes a less rigid approach and probes the grey areas where morals are point-of-view. The game revolves around three main concepts:

Into the unknown - How does humanity fit into a cosmos it knows little about and where the possibilities are endless? In a cosmos where humanity’s ideals and tenets are insignificant mankind needs to adapt or succumb!

Beyond the horizon - Exploring the cosmos and faced with adversity, political intrigue and cultural tension on a scale unknown to humanity, players must cope or risk becoming collateral damage in the struggles of uncaring factions. In the end humanity must claim its place in the cosmos or perish trying!

What is humanity - Humanity is exposed to strange and oftentimes bizarre philosophies and ideals. As a result the characters must define, establish and decide what humanity is and what its place will be in the cosmos!

Rules: The entire system is based on a few basic principles, making the rules easy to grasp and implement, which in the end gives more time for the fun bit, namely playing the game. The point of simple rules is that they can be made to fit anything an inventive Game Master or player can come up with, granting endless possibilities within the game.

Game mechanics: Actions are resolved by a single roll using a twelve-sided dice to determine their success or failure. Actions have a difficulty rating, which is the value the dice-roll must equal or exceed for the action to be successful. Rolls are modified by adding Trait, ability and conditional modifiers - with the key feature that actions can be associated with differing Traits or skills enabling players to adopt their individual style depending on circumstances or personal preference.

Key features: Two main factors in the game are enlightenment and waastah. Each factor significantly impacts the game as enlightenment grant characters the ability to traverse the Void as well as extraordinary powers and abilities while waastah confers tangible and vital sway, authority and social influence with other sentient species. Aspects that are essential as mankind’s – and the character’s - very existence is threatened.

Versatility: Points-based character creation and non-linear progression allows you to create exactly the character you wish; choosing a homeworld and allocating points between traits (physical, mental and social characteristics), talents, background, skills, attributes and powers. Want to play a sly smuggler or a beguiling blood ritualist, a cheeky chatter broker or a mesmerizing mystic? Go ahead, all options are open.

Combat: Harsh and gritty, the manoeuvre-based combat system ensures consistently versatile encounters as combatants can employ a wide variety of combat actions tailored by their personal style, preference or strategic approach. Despite its versatility combat consists of only a few simple steps: Determining the sequence of actions, then declaring and resolving these.

Powers: There are two main powers in the game - blood rituals allow characters to imbue boons and fortunes from sacrifices, divine prophecies from the entrails and much more, while mysticism lets characters manifest esoteric phenomena, changing reality purely through acts of will. Both practices however, carry inherent dangers as backlash or calamity may strike the unfortunate.

Game-play: Encouraging and rewarding player creativity and ingenuity, this game is well-suited for gamers who are looking for more player agency and freedom of choice without needless restraints. A rich, versatile and ambient setting allows players to explore unknown worlds pursuing enlightenment, prestige, wealth, physical prowess or whatever their hearts' desire. The game is best suited for extended sandbox games.

The Black Void RPG is set in a dual reality: A vast cosmos and beyond this evident world an intangible void. The cosmos is the universe we know; home to mortal species such as mankind and many others. In contrast the Void is an entirely alien and bizarre domain; an ethereal ocean constantly fluctuating and inhabited by unimaginable life forms and in its depths the mindless ghostly abominations. The void is chaos and catalyst as opposed to the order and constancy of the cosmos.

A metaphysical entity, known as the veil, divides and screens these contrasting spheres from each other. But the veil is unstable and occasionally perforated allowing the influence of one to emanate into the other and people to cross the boundary and travel between worlds.

The central arena of the game is Llyhn the eternal, a median port and cosmopolis at the heart of a massive convergence of void currents. Llyhn is a vibrant melting pot of species from across the known worlds as well as more esoteric entities, attracting cultural tensions, social intricacies, religious polemic and political rivalry. It is here that humanity is struggling for survival, staring up from filthy alleys and shanties at opulent alien palaces beyond the shadows of looming walls under the watchful eyes of the masked Hohr’loh’kin, the extended arm of the unseen rulers of Llyhn.

In addition to character creation and game mechanics the core book comprise a game master chapter, extensive lore sections, rich world descriptions and numerous original species and monsters. The GM section provides everything the discerning game master needs to know about the game and how to bring the unique flavour and atmosphere of the setting to life.

The key areas of the setting, including Llyhn, multiple core worlds and numerous other notable areas are annotated with enticing plot hooks as well as many flavourful NPC's. In addition to a one-shot adventure introducing central themes and concepts of the game an extensive compilation of tools are presented for developing flavourful new worlds, NPC's, adventures and exciting stories for the players to explore.

To learn more about the BLACK VOID RPG visit our website and follow us on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter.

Kickstarter campaign ends: Sat, May 12 2018 7:39 AM BST

Website: Black Void Games

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Yukata VS Kimono: Here Are The Major Differences

Yukata and Kimono have long been the symbols of the Japanese culture, and for good reason. These traditional garments have been around for centuries and steeped in history, but remains very much relevant to the present day. They come in a variety of colors, patterns, shapes, sizes and can be worn by both men and women. There’s so much you could say about this beautiful piece of clothing!

But before we get into that, what's the difference between a kimono and a yukata? This article will help you distinguish the key differences between the two.

What Is A Kimono?

Kimonos are a traditional garment worn in Japan. For centuries, they were only for the elite upper class of society but today anyone can wear them and not just on special occasions like weddings or funerals anymore! They’re made from silk brocade that has an inner lining and outer layer to ensure comfort while wearing it with two collars so you get the best protection against cold weather no matter what time we year is. Kimonos come in all sorts of styles depending on whether its summertime or wintertime as well as if you want one tailored more specifically for men than women who also find this piece very fashionable even though it was originally designed exclusively by straight-to-the point males

Find out more about What Is A Kimono

What Is A Yukata?

Yukata are cheaper and more casual than the kimono dress. They’re meant for summer time, in cotton with a variety of colors on them such as reds and yellows. An accessory that can be added to give it even more character is an obi or belt which often has beautiful patterns on it like flowers and animals!

Japanese Yukata VS Kimono: What's The Difference Between A Kimono And A Yukata?

Design:

A kimono and yukata in Japan are both Japanese garments which can differ in design, material, or silhouette. A common difference between them is the collar; a yukata has half-width and stiffer collars due to its fabric whereas a kimono typically has at least two collars: one close to the neck called juban (sleeve) collar that leaves an opening for your arms with another underneath it. This second but lower type of collar helps keep warmth from escaping out through any gaps where sleeves end on top as well as maintaining modesty by covering more skin than you would without anything below when wearing just pants!

Fun fact: Some people attached decorative ruffles to yukata collars for fun, but it’s a very different look that the appearance of a juban collar under a kimono collar.

The second design difference between the Yukata and Kimono are their sleeves length. The average sleeve on a kimono will vary according to different factors like age or the solemnity of an event but traditionally unmarried women wear very long sleeves that touch the floor in order for eligible men to recognise which woman they may want to marry! On top of this, some traditional types also have medium-length sleeves as well so you’ll be able find one perfect for your taste no matter the preferences. In contrast, the sleeves length of Yukata won't reach more than 50cm.

Materials:

Traditional Japanese garments are differentiated by the type of material and their use. A kimono is made from silk or brocade, worn with two collars to reflect its high price point and luxurious fabric. Comparatively, a yukata was originally used as an after bath cooling garment for Japan's nobility due to its cotton or polyester construction that allows it be cheaper than a traditional kimono.

The more casual option when it comes to traditional Japanese attire, yukata is traditionally made from less expensive materials such as cotton or synthetic fibers. However, both kimono and yukata Japan can be found in variations of silk today.

Seasons:

Yukata are often worn during summer, and while they can be worn in other seasons inside a Japanese inn or onsen building, it is rare for them to be seen outside during colder times of the year. Unlike kimono - which have many layers that come with all sorts of accessories suitable for any season- yukata only provide one layer; but there's nothing wrong about adding some extra warmth by using fur shawls when winter arrives! There also exist special types of yukatas called "hitoe" (single layer kimono type) because unlike regular ones these don't require an undergarment underneath.

Occasions: When And How To Wear Yukata?

The Japanese traditional wear, kimono and yukata have a very varied range of functions. Kimono are typically worn to more formal occasions whereas yukatas tend to be for less formal events such as summer festivals or other casual gatherings. As they're not traditionally used in day-to-day life, you'll find that many people don't own one but might still go out wearing them anyway now and then just for the fun of it!

Footwear:

When you are unclear about the type of clothing someone is wearing, it can be difficult to identify whether they are in traditional Japanese attire or not. If a person does not appear to have on socks with their kimono then there might still be hope that she may actually be in yukata and if he appears with funky patterned socks... well good for him!

Accessories:

One of the reasons so many Japanese girls choose to wear yukata over kimono is because they are much simpler. Yukatas require just one or two strings, while a kimono requires three or four and can be difficult for beginners to tie properly. It’s also easier with an informal obi than it would be with a formal/semi-formal one depending on what you need your outfit for; this way, players have more freedom when tying their own knots in creative ways!

There are many types of obi for kimonos, but the one I find most interesting is heko obis. These wraps can be soft and scarf-like or they could also have a stiffer fabric that makes them great to wear with other kinds of formal clothing besides just kimono. Some people use these separately from an actual belt while others combine it with another type of waist wrap like false obi jime which helps keep your bow in place if you're wearing more than one piece at a time on top. If you’re in Japan and see an obi twisted or folded at the front, then it is most likely a yukata. Obis on regular kimonos are both decorative and useful (helping to hold up the bow), but with yukatas they serve only as decoration.

For centuries, there's been a debate on which garment is more appropriate to wear for the changing of seasons and the difference between yukata and kimono. The kimono vs yukata battle has raged on hill and dales alike but today I'm going to declare one victor in this ferocious struggle: both! Kimonos are traditionally worn at formal occasions while yukatas often make an appearance with friends or loved ones during festivals such as Tanabata (also known by its Japanese name "Star Festival").

Now you think who wins? Despite their differences, both have one important rule that you must keep in mind when choosing which of these two outfits to wear, if not both: the left panel should be over the right. Wearing them incorrectly would cause a faux-pas because it is how they dress their dead as well!

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Chikusa Kakimoto, Assassination, and Rain Flames

subtitle: Mukuro Rokudo, do not use your fragile assassin DPS to fucking tank, you melodramatic asshole

[image: three panels from the Kokuyo Arc after Chikua has first attacked Gokudera. Gokudera: “This guy... He’s no ordinary junior high schooler. Whether it’s his killing instincts or his fighting style... He’s a professional hitman!”]

I’ve talked before, if briefly, on why Chikusa Kakimoto is actually a pretty talented character. In the Kokuyo Gang lineup, he’s pretty identifiable as the “brains” to Ken’s “brawn”, even if they both ultimately follow Mukuro.

Not only is it debatable how much education he received while growing up under the Estraneo (who were gunned down in the streets, even if they were children, if they showed their faces), it seems pretty likely that the Kokuyo Main Trio lived on the fringes of both regular society and the underworld. I mean, Mukuro up until the events of his arc wasn’t even recognizable as himself.

Yet despite this huge setback, Chikusa still has grown to be pretty intelligent in knowing poisons, their antidotes, a second language, dealing with Mukuro, and how to handle extremely unique weaponry (which I feel as though he created and maintains himself, because that’s not a regular weapon at all). And yet it feels like he tends to be passed over pretty easily, even more than what often happens to KHR minor characters, whether in canon or in fandom.

A part of that is probably his personality. As someone who RPs and writes Chikusa, it can be hard to puzzle out his personality or what’s going through his head. He’s a very quiet character who prefers to let his partner or leader do the talking. Thus, he can often fade into the background.

But I think there’s something else, too, and it’s this:

Chikusa Kakimoto sucks ass at fighting.

Oh, he can manage in fights against regular people, or average mafioso. Sometimes even above-average ones. However, in a shonen fighting manga, that’s not going to mean much for long, and Chikusa is a minor character so he has even less of a chance for any thought to be put into him.

However, it’s not just that he’s bad at fighting... To be more specific, he’s bad at upfront fighting. Chikusa isn’t meant to be in this genre, because what he really excels at, what really makes him a dangerous force within the underworld...

...are assassinations.

We see this a few time throughout the manga, although Chikusa’s only two big fights are with Gokudera. (He participates TYL in the Big Clusterfuck (tm) and also during the fight against Team Giglio Ner in the final arc, although not with much attention paid to what he’s doing.) Both times, it’s not even a win, at least in the traditional sense. The second battle has Gokudera succumbing to the leftover poison effects and Ken coming in for an assist. And in the first battle, the way he wins isn’t that of an upfront fight, but rather...

[image: Gokudera looking to where he thought Chikusa had fallen after he blew him up to fucking smithereens. “What-? He’s not there!!”]

Chikusa uses the smoke as a smokescreen for his own ends, vanishes from view, and reappears once it’s become certain that his REAL target (Tsuna) is there. That’s an assassin’s technique, and it shows that he’s pretty good at it for Gokudera to not have noticed at all until Chikusa makes his presence known a panel later.

There are a few other places in which Chikusa very clearly demonstrates an assassin’s mindset and technique, even in his very first spoken lines.

[image: two panels. The first panel has Ken saying “We’re boys from the next town, here for our away game, or something?” Second panel has Chikusa saying, “Quit fooling around. Finish it quickly, Ken.”]

Mukuro and Ken are very different from Chikusa, and like to draw out things in some ways although for different reasons from each other. Ken does it because he thinks it’s fun, and he clearly loves the thrill. Mukuro does it because he thrives on melodrama, and probably injects his veins with sheer Extra (tm) every morning.

In contrast, Chikusa has no interest in hanging about. There’s no reason to fool around. To an assassin, you finish your target off quickly, and leave. That’s that. When you start thinking of Chikusa acting with some degree of an assassin’s mindset, a lot of other things and talents start becoming clearer. For example, in my last post talking about his talents, I brought up this moment:

[image: a pane of Chikusa watching the fight between Tsuna and Lancia. “The Arcobaleno fired an instantaneous shot in under 0.05 seconds. It must have been a special bullet.”]

An assassin’s skills of observation are probably their most valuable skill, besides being able to murder someone and get away with it. Not only is this true in general, but I feel as though it’s especially true for Chikusa in trying to be valuable for Mukuro personally. (Chikusa tailor making himself for Mukuro’s use being a whole big post for another time, people willing.) Chikusa doesn’t have the multi-purpose eye that the Estraneo gave Mukuro, or Ken’s versatile Channels, or Chrome’s illusions. He’s had to make himself useful in other ways, and one of those ways means being able to observe, deduce, and keep up with Mukuro’s own train of thought. There’s a reason why I feel like Chikusa is essentially his Number 2, in a way that mirrors Gokudera very fittingly.

(ANOTHER thing to babble about at a later date.)

Other characters pick up on Chikusa’s abilities as an assassin as well, although they don’t outright say it as Gokudera first did. Going back to when Lancia is struck with the needles, consider his reflex time. It’s very clear that he realized that an attack was coming. If it had been aimed directly for him to silence him from giving away any of Mukuro’s secrets, he likely could have avoided it. However, instead, Chikusa aims for Tsuna despite Tsuna being the body Mukuro wants to possess. The implication is that Chikusa was banking on the idea that Lancia would focus on Tsuna’s protection over his own safety, only able to save one body and not two. It’s a move that proves successful.

And in the moments immediately following it?

[image: Panel 1, Gokudera: “It’s the yoyo freak!” Panel 2, Reborn: “He’s gone. A hit and run...”]

There’s two main things to note in this sequence of events. The first is, obviously, that absolutely no one picked up on Chikusa’s presence until he had already attacked.

The second is that, even as everyone is reacting to the sudden attack, Reborn confirms that Chikusa is long gone. He’s so gone that there’s no point in trying to attack him, or make a chase after him. This is Reborn, best hitman in the world even while stuck in the body of a toddler, making that call.

Chikusa is really really good and really really dangerous... When he’s allowed to do things his way.

So why not have done things his way in this arc?

[image: two panels. Panel 1, Gokudera: “You were pretty easy about letting them go, eh?” Panel 2, Chikusa: “Those were Mukuro-sama’s orders.”]

Again: Chikusa might be the brain to Ken’s brawn, but he still defers to Mukuro. In most cases, anyway. If Mukuro wants to be a melodramatic dumpster fire (which is always), then Chikusa will go along with it so long as it’s not a Really Stupid Idea. This means that, even when Chikusa is well aware that he’s being asked to do something which isn’t particularly in his skillset, he’ll go along with it, trusting the ends to justify the means and that Mukuro will be happy with the results.

Also, I would just like to point out how Gokudera continues to recognize Chikusa’s talents. While he was more obvious about it when he identified Chikusa as a legit hitman in their first encounter, he’s also subtly acknowledging him when he addresses the fact that Chikusa could have been a much bigger problem for Tsuna and Bianchi (especially with them going to the only entrance to the next floor). Not only is Chikusa’s observational skills good in chaotic situations, as I mentioned before, but his weapon of choice also means that he could have gone for a wide spread of areas and been guaranteed at least one hit.

And when the weapon involves poison... Sometimes a single hit is all that’s really needed.

In all honesty, I think that some of the only reasons Chikusa even gets through the fights he does participate in would have to do with his dexterity... and a certain theory of mine.

Let’s rewind back to the first fight he has with Gokudera. For all that he technically won it, Chikusa is still in incredibly shitty condition. But....

[image: three panels, depicting a group of adults and announcements that the police have arrived. Chikusa: “You’re Ken’s prey... It’ll be trouble if I intervened.. I need a shower...” And he shuffles off with a trail of blood behind him.]

I want everyone to bear in mind that, at NO point in his battle with Gokudera does Chikusa actually.... react to the attacks that are being leveled against him. Oh, sure, he responds to the physics of it all. When there’s an explosion, he’s blown back, or whatever, but he doesn’t really show any indication that he’s being hurt. That he’s feeling pain.

And then he just... Shuffles to his shitty base. In the middle of nowhere. While evading police. Despite leaving an actual trail of blood behind him.

When he finally arrives back in front of Mukuro, I’m fairly certain the reason he collapsed was because his actual body realized it couldn’t go any further, not because he was tired from all the pain he SHOULD HAVE TECHNICALLY been in.

Here’s a question for any reader that’s beared with me this long: If all the Estraneo family experimented on all of the kids... What was done to Chikusa?

We know what they did to Mukuro, in giving him that eye. We know what they did to Ken, in giving him his teeth. Yet Chikusa does not display any such abilities so blatantly. While Mukuro and Ken showcase their abilities in all of their fights, Chikusa just comes to the party with yoyos and stubbornness.

However... I think we’re given a hint of what was done to him, although it is only shown in the manga and the anime shows absolutely nothing similar to it. It’s only a single panel, and it’s not commented upon in any way. It’s during the final chapter of the Kokuyo Arc, where Ken is talking about their history with the Estraneo. In just one panel, we see a pair of Estraneo adults with one of them commenting “We’re still far from being able to use it.” At their feet is a small boy, with short black hair, bandages wrapped around his head, glasses on his face... and flames burning from his extremities.

For anyone who pays attention during the Future Arc, it can be seen that Chikusa wears a ring with a blue stone in it. Thus, we can be pretty sure that Chikusa has Rain Flames, like Yamamoto, or Squalo.

So.... What I feel happened is that the particular Estraneo experiments that Chikusa was subject to had to do with manipulating Dying Will Flames. Really, from what we can tell, most of the (successful) experiments were! Mukuro’s eye relies on the spiritual, an aspect that Mist is extremely connected to. Ken’s Channels are probably extremely reliant on the Sun Flame’s activation attribute.

As for Chikusa... It’s hard to say what the intention could have been for Rain Flames. The flashback has the adults saying it’s essentially an incomplete experiment, and there’s no telling if they ever finished it before Mukuro slaughtered the entire Family. Yet I don’t think it’s much of a leap to say that Rain Flame’s “tranquility” factor could be adjusted until its owner couldn’t feel pain at all.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn!#chikusa kakimoto #kakimoto chikusa #long post #image heavy #no one else gives as much of a fuck about chikusa kakimoto than i do #i can guarantee you this #kokuyo

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Yours is not to wonder why, yours is to do or die! || GW

☾♔; March 21, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: idk ☾♔; comedian otd: JOHN FU.CKING OLIVER* ☾♔; GW NPC Audition II ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc ☾♔; mod(s): @themadmonarchist @maybones et moi

*oh yeah, he's gonna be comedian of the day all fu.cking week long. As of this moment, his book (Last Week Tonight with John Oliver Presents A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo) is number ONE on Amazon's bestseller's list, outselling not just the Pence's Marlon Bundo book, but James Comey's upcoming tell-all or whatever book about the crazy sh.it at the Trump white house and his firing, and the audiobook version of the Last Week Tonight book is number FOUR, the kindle edition is number FIVE, and all three are ahead on the list than the Pence's book (which is number 7). Guys, I don't have much faith in humanity, we as a species suck (case in point, Trump won the US presidency and so many other problems), but sometimes, like this moment, I love us!

Title: said by Blair Waldorf (my role model in life tbh)

Me: *petty af* Also Me: *passive aggressive af* Thus Me: *manifests pettiness in my oc's*

Preamble Ramble: FINALLY! I've finished one of my auditions! Next up, hopefully Svea, but probs Nika, I'm on a Russia kick, my Swedes will have to wait.

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Nickname: Volodya, Vova (but only people with special permission can call him either, call him "Vlad" and he'll end you) Gender: cis-male Date of Birth: May 7 Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia Nationality: Russian-British Ethnicity: eastern Slavic (he's also of anglo-saxon and Karachay descent) Accent: Russian Blood Status: muggle-born

Profession: Student

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Face Claim: Jon Kortajarena

Hair: dark brown, positively luscious and better than yours could ever hope to be.

Eyes: green

Height: 1.88m

Weight: idk

Body: tol, fit, and ridiculously handsome.

Any Scars/ Marks?: - a long horizontal scar near his right 4th rib. Looks to be from a knife wound or some other blade type weapon, but refuses to explain where it came from (was he stabbed? Sword fight? You don't know! I don't know. Mostly because my answer will be lame compared to the "cool" way he refuses to explain it)

Any Tattoos/ Piercings?: a crowned double-headed eagle on his left shoulder blade and an ouroboros, but as a dragon instead of a snake on the inside of his right arm, near the wrist, around half the length of his forearm (there's a picture of it in his moodboard).

Quirks/ Mannerisms: - uses terms of endearment sarcastically for everyone, such as "darling" or "dear" - identifies the nearest 6 exits every time he enters a room - makes weirdly, somewhat threat-like jokes like "don't move to England if you're a professional traitor, people tend be hanged, thrown out of windows or are poisoned" and "those who serve us with poison will eventually swallow it and poison themselves."

Style: expensive (of course). It's quite preppy, and classy, when not in uniform he prefers well-tailored suits, waistcoats, blazers, has a collection of designer watches. Kind of modern Victorian (well, my view of victorians is endless suits and prefect ettiquette, plus many moral values that contrast my liberal views, but their style was, eh meh. Like, their male style was pretty cool, but I'm not really into around 98% of their female style).

Additional Information: n/a

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Head cannon: Vova is a rather intimidating person, in the terrifying sort of way. He carries an air of malice and death everywhere he goes, when he does act "warm and fuzzy", it's always jarring and seen as completely out of character, and possibly the sign of an illness. He is generally seen as the restrained, the quiet kid in the back with a perpetual "plotting your murder" expression on his otherwise handsome face. However, he is also seen as a rather extravagant, and somewhat suspicious person, he always seems to have access to illegal things (in both wizarding and muggle worlds), and seen as impervious to consequence, as regardless of what he does (or is suspected to have done), never gets in trouble.

Personality (+ 5, - 5): Ruthless and shrewd, if you're not careful, he'll screw up your life. He's incredibly manipulative and self-centered, a true stereotypical Slytherin through and through (well, minus the pureblood thing. He's a muggleborn). Definitely overdramatic and decadent af. He is alluring, very much in the evil way, he's attractive, but he does nothing to hide how dark he (seemingly) is. Like, I guess you could say "bad boy attractive", but he's borderline murderous, and possibly a psychopath, so calling him a "bad boy" is not really all that accurate. He's a very proud and arrogant individual (especially about Russia), and quite malevolent, and vicious. He's patient and holds grudges for a long time, and never forgets a slight. He will legit back at you for something said years ago, he doesn't forget that stuff. He's both a great friend and not, he absolutely provides for his friends, buying them things, etc, but cross him in the slightest, he'll ruin you. And on that note, he also doesn't really have "friends", because if you're depending on him for his wealth, you're not really friends, and he's aware of that, he looks at such people more as "minions" than buddies. They're job is to agree with him and do as he commands, otherwise, what's their point. For people who hang out with him whom he doesn't support financially, it's more like tolerable existences, he's a difficult person to like anyway. However, he is capable of befriending people, usually under the guise of "I hate people, but you, you're cool", luring them into a false sense of security and making them feel special at the same time. However, having said that, he is not a pure psychopath, so he does have feelings. He genuinely cares about his family, animals in general, himself, and select few friends whom he does actually care about, but struggles with expressing that to them, since differentiating with people he pretends to befriend and actually considers friends is difficult since "I hate people, except you" is something he says to both types. It'd probably only come out in a life and death situation, since he'd put himself in harms way for people he genuinely gives a sh.it about, and wouldn't bother for the minions.

Any mental health issues: He's probably something between a sociopath and psychopath, like, he does have actual emotions, as limited as they are, so he's not a true socio/psychopath. The argument is made (and a theory that I personally prescribe to, as a shi.tty psychology/sociology student, so don't put any weight or authority behind my opinion) that a psychopath is simply a more extreme and refined sociopath, so under that logic, Vova is basically a less extreme sociopath. (also, also, I have a problem with socio/psychopaths, I make too many of them, and they turn out to be my favourites. This is really worrying guys.) Anyway, under DSM IV (or possibly DSM III, I forgot which one changed the classification), he'd have what was called "an AXIS II Personality disorder", they've gotten rid of that classification now, but it basically listed narcissism, anti-social, sociopathic, and psychopathic personality disorders.

Favorite Quotes/ Sayings that your character would use: - "the fact that you need that explained is just so fu.cking sad." (literally said to anyone who doesn't understand any concept, whether it's something as simple as 2+2=4 or complicated as "imaginary time" -- don't ask, it's one of Stephen Hawking's theories and I don't understand it, I know my son would make fun of me.) - "what a fool" - "don't be attempt to be a comedian fool, you'll only embarrass yourself." - "darling, you have no idea what's possible." - "want to see what true power really looks like?" - "urg, don't be such a pleb/plebeian." - "of course I love Beyoncé, I'm a human being who lives on this planet." - "when better to have truffles and tiramisu than at 3am in Milan on a Thursday?" - "that jacket looks fine." - "dear, when will you learn? I know everything." - "Mudblood? Is that supposed to hurt my feelings? I don't have any of those, so what else are you going to do?"

Additional Information: - never on time. He's always late. You will literally start crying before he shows up he takes so long. - Loves crushing people's dreams (basically his hobby) - has an uncanny ability to suck the joy out of anything (his ex has said "unfortunately, he is a vampire", but in a muggle jokey way and basically the dracula stereotypical view muggles have of dracula, as in dark and not fun, and not an actual vampire) - Chess (muggle and wizard -- a proper, "normal" person hobby) - Has a bit of a smoking habit - has an endless list of blackmail material on people (a lot of which is infuriatingly revealed by GW at various times), and also has a tendency of taping people doing various things which he uses as part of his blackmail library. Seems to have cameras' everywhere and claims to "know everything" about everyone.

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Relation to your OC: classmates, housemates (possibly more, formerly, I'm still developing him)

♣️ Family Background

Vova comes from a largely muggle family, however, he is not the first wizard born into their family in recent history, so it wasn't completely a left-field shock when he started displaying magic. The first wizard in their family in the last few centuries (approximately) was Vova's uncle; Ilya Dmitriyevich Shostokov, who attended Koldovstoretz. Vova was the second in recent history, and his younger sister made third. Whilst virtually unknown in the magical world (with the exception of Ilya Shostokov, who has a rather dark reputation in the wizarding world), the Sokolov's are very prominent in the muggle world, particularly in Russia. Vova's grandfather is an Oligarch, who in Russia are effectively businessmen who run the country, the only curtail on their power and influence being the Russian President, and even then, the Russian administration is extremely corrupt, in the last presidential election, the incumbent president was able to literally choose his opponents (not a joke, btw. Putin actually did that in the recent Russian election). Anyway, the Sokolov's have a monopoly over the media industry in Russia, most of which run state-friendly stories, and shut down anything that could potentially insult the presidency. Their family, specifically the current patriarch, is also often accused (mainly in rival papers, magazines, shows, etc) of not only being corrupt, but having involvement with the Zima Bratva. As whole, they maintain an unfavourable public image (as most oligarchs do in the eyes of the Russian public), but are close with the Kremlin, so they remain influential with the government.

Family Members: - Vladimir Yakovlevich Sokolov // Marc Lavoine // Father // 47 // Politician // alive - Catherine Elizabeth Sokolova née Olivier // Emilia Fox // Mother // 46 // Socialite/House-wife // alive - Yevgeniya "Zhenya" Vladimirovna Sokolova // Antonina Vasylchenko // younger sister // 16 // student at Hogwarts // alive - Yakov Lʲvovich Sokolov // Charles Dance // paternal grandfather // 71 // Oligarch/suspected Bratva leader // alive - Ilya Dmitriyevich Shostokov // Nikolaj Coster-Waldau // paternal uncle, once(ish) removed // 43 // dark wizard // alive

♣️ Family Affiliation: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin House, Russian Government (the muggle one, as a fam they support United Russia, because Vlad Sr is a member. Personally? Who knows whom Vova supports), other Kremlin-close Russian Oligarchs

♣️ Socio-economic status: rich as fu.ck. The exact number and position is actually quite shadowy though. They are amongst the wealthiest muggle families in Russia (Vova's grandfather is an Oligarch), but the retainment (definitely not a word) of their wealth also depends on how friendly they remain with the Kremlin, additionally, their family (mainly Vova's gramps) has been accused of having Bratva ties, and money from that alleged connection is definitely not counted on tax forms.

Quick facts: + Born May 7 in a Moscow Hospital, first son of Vladimir Sokolov, an emerging Russian politician (who eventually made it into the Federation Council). After his sister was born just about a year later, their mother, British-born Catherine Sokolova née Olivier, obtained dual British citizenship for them via "lex sanguinis" (which is a british citizenship law, giving to people who are born abroad is one of their parents is a British citizen by birth. I could've left this out, but I googled this sh.it and I like rambling).

+ Whilst close with his family, Vova was a solitary child, he liked to read and spend time on his own in a corner, or stay at their various Dacha's without anyone else. He never seemed to require any oversight as he never did anything bad (or least, he was never caught). However, he is closest to his grandfather, and would enjoy sitting in on board meetings, just silently observing from a corner. Some of his grandfather's employees (or Minions as Lev calls them, where Vova also got the habit from) found his silent starring creepy and unsettling.

+ Being a muggleborn, he is well-versed with the muggle world and has interacted with them from birth, his parents and grandfather all being muggles, and attended muggle private schools as a child before his letters came. Whilst they employ muggle servants (because they're muggles), his uncle (the first wizard he ever met) employs a house-elf (yes, he pays the house-elf, they might be part of an oppressive government and basically an organized crime family, but they don't do slaves).

+ Vova first discovered magically abilities on his own, when on a trip in Australia with his mother, he discovered a large snake in their hotel room one morning whilst she was still sleeping, being around 3 and not fully comprehending the danger, he just walked up to it and started talking with it. It later slythered (see what I did there) away of it's own accord when Catherine walked in and freaked out about a massive crazy Australian snake (because you guys have scary animals) coiled near her son. As he aged, he noticed he could do other things, such as making things float or disappear.

+ Vova first publically displayed magically abilities (as well as control over them) aged 7, when a board member of one his grandfather's companies was throwing a hissy fit about a child sitting in, and his tie suddenly tightened and started choking him. The man survived, at that instance, died suspiciously at a later date. Anyway, he survived that instance when Lev ordered the meeting to be over and broke Vova's angry glare at the dude. The two immediately then went home, and Lev called Ilya to arrive in "his" way (apparition) and had Ilya introduce Vova to magic and talk about whatever, Lev didn't know the specifics.

+ When his sister discovered powers (shattering all the windows in their Dacha in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky via screaming, she was told she couldn't keep a Siberian Tiger as a pet), he gave her the "magic talk", and they caused quite a bit of trouble for annoying students at their school, as well as a nearby "plebeian" school (who disliked the children of oligarchs, for very obvious reasons, Oligarchs rule Russia, and they kind of suck). Anyway, they would mess with their things, frame them for crimes that children their age literally could not commit. What 8 year old has cocaine their locker and why does another 8 year old know what it is?

+ He received a letter from both Koldovstoretz and Hogwarts aged 11 (because he's a dual-y), chose Hogwarts since no one in his family had ever gone there before (like, there's only one person in recent history whose ever been magical anyway, but still), also might have had something to do with the Zima bratva's recent (at that time) expansion into the British criminal landscape, who knows?

+ Although he denies any connection, Vova runs effectively a youth branch of his uncle's business, which itself is a branch of the Zima Bratva. Ilya is basically a magical fixer for the Zima Bratva, who, for a very hefty price, uses dark magic to assist/fix the problems of the muggles and magical alike. Vova does basically exactly the same, but for the students at Hogwarts, and for a different price. Instead of money, he collects information and favours to be repaid immediately at any time he demands. He also maintains an iron fisted rule over his "organization", whether they be customers or minions, snitches don't get stitches, snitches get buried 50 feet beneath the ground.

Additional Information: - he is a parselmouth, a trait inherited from a distant magical ancestor (like from back in the Kevian Rus days of his familial ancestry), his sister also inherited the trait, though their uncle did not.

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Is your character a student of Hogwarts?: yeppers If so, which house and year: Slytherin, Seventh Year If not, which house did they belong to while they were at Hogwarts?: n/a

Best Class(s) at Hogwarts: defense against the dark arts

Worst Class(s) at Hogwarts: none

Any Pets?: an ooc, cute af owl (tawny, spotted, he doesn't know. Okay, I don't know, but as a consequence, neither does Vova), it's smol and got big round eyes, it's name is Harold and yes, it is his best friend, and yes, he did get it at diagon alley at his sister's instance, and accidentally got attached to it. He does like animals though, the Solokov Dacha in the outskirts of Yakutsk has effectively become a cross between an animal hospital and habitat for, welp, animals. Vova spends most of his holidays there (often alone, not including servants, as it's cold AF. Yakutsk is the second coldest major city in the world, after Norilsk, but it's winter's are colder than Norilsk's), he's ability to visit has increased since he learned how to apparate. He's also really interested, invested, and active in wildlife conservation, and often goes tagging Siberian tigers and polar bears etc with various animal protection organizations in Russia (the muggle ones).

Reputation at Hogwarts: Volodya has a largely dark reputation, he's more infamous than famous. He's known for messing with people, and not in a fun way, and he's generally seen as some kind of criminal. His uncle is well known is the magical world as a "Jack of all trades of villainy", and Vova definitely fits that villain mold too. He probably wouldn't be too close to the elites, they're sort of glittering in their ivory towers, and his tower is dark and gloomy, and lacks joy because he finds it annoying. Although, he and E probs might've gotten along in her pureblood bully gang days, or actually would've been antagonistic, he's basically as evil as them, but he's a mudblood, so meh, maybe rival bullies? Idk, I'll leave that for plotting. Anyway, he's not got a "bad boy" rep so much as a "omg, he's literally the worst person alive, why are you trying to be his friend, does he have a incriminating evidence on you?" type rep.

Additional Information: n/a

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Wand: yew Wand Core: veela hair (acquired by his uncle through unknown means, there was a report of a veela going missing right around the time Uncle Ilya got that hair so...) Wand Length: 13½" Wand Flexibility: inflexible

Patronus: Eurasian brown bear

Boggart: appears as the corpses of his family, killed via poison/nerve agent. His fear being a government revolution and his family getting caught up in that or his family losing the Kremlin's favour. The result would be the same in both scenarios tbh.

Amortentia: citrus, gun powder, and mint

Affinity to any particular magic? - I dunno if you'd call it an affinity, but he is waaaay too into the unforgivable curses and it's waaaaaay too easy for him to perform them. - dark magic/dark arts (you guys know exactly why he has an affinity for it XP)

Additional Information: - whilst he loves magic, he also has a deep fascination with muggle weapons (particularly the ones developed by his country), and has been experimenting with magically evolving them, particularly poisons and nerve agents.

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Warning(s): Swearing, very slight Daddy kink at the end, suggestive sexual nature throughout

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You know, it wasn’t so much that she and Harry hated each other, per se, rather it was just that they had both developed a sort of, mutual dislike towards one another that, quite frankly, neither of them knew where it stemmed from. The pair had done nothing wrong to each other to deserve the hostility, but it was there and they both never really knew why. It was very much like an ancient feud between them.

Very Montague vs. Capulet-esque.

However, considering that they’d only had the pleasure of knowing of the other’s existence for about 2 years, the use of the word, ‘ancient’, seems invalid. Nevertheless, from the moment they first met, there seemed to have been an already established tension between the two personalities and needless to say, neither of them cared for the personality of the other.

See, he was a private person, an introvert, you could say; despite being a household name around the world, and preferred to keep himself to himself regarding personal matters but being quite the socialite when it came to public appearances.

She, on the other hand, she was… loud, in Harry’s books. An outgoing and excitable character that wore her heart on her sleeve within the comfort of her inner circle in contrast to the shy, non-talkative woman he had met through a mutual friend during a party.

With him being the one to instigate the conversations the whole time with a drink in his hand and a wide, fake-looking smile that looked practised for situations like these, she found him pretentious and over-bearing. Talking to her as if she was a little girl who was too immature to talk to strangers.

And with her barely opening her mouth to answer his questions, nodding her head up and down or shaking it from side to side instead as an indicator of her feelings to avoid awkward stutters and embarrassing herself, all the while sipping from her glass and avoiding the glint in his eyes as he talked to her, he found her dismissive and arrogant. As if she didn’t have the time to converse with someone like him.

Despite their feelings towards each other, though, they had wound up spending extended amounts of time together over the course of the 2 years seeing as she had managed to pick up the job of his fashion stylist ever since the band went on a hiatus and he launched his solo career.

Although, the former cold-shoulders and silent treatments as they went on with their own tasks for the day started to dissolve. Their prejudices were still upheld, just shown in a slightly different manner as they became more accepting and comfortable towards their mutual distaste for one another.

During the first year, scornful glances and tight smiles were shared as they conversed briefly as to what Harry would be wearing for his next TV appearance. This was to be replaced during the second year with extra touchy-feely advances to tease and sarcastic remarks followed by cheesy pet-names to piss each other off were exchanged as she took Harry’s new measurements.

“You should buy me dinner before you get on your knees, darlin’.” A dirty, but snide, comment was normal from Harry and she had honestly been expecting it from the moment she had started to measure his inseam.

“’S a good thing you pay for dinner then, innit? That way you can get on your knees for me.” She spoke in rebuttal before leaning back into a squatting position and standing back up. Her heels adding a good three inches to her height but still not nearly as tall as the, quite frankly, lanky man in front of her.

She pivoted on her heel to place the measuring tape back in its rightful place before recording the numbers into her little journal of everything important she needed to know about Harry in order to fit him perfectly to his tailor-made, brand-name outfits.

She heard him step off the mini platform at the centre of the room and stalk behind her, his warmth radiating from his body to hers.

“Why does he always stand so close, for fuck sake, it’s like he has no spacial awareness.” It was times like these where she thought to herself if there would be any chance in the world, where she could find a genuine bubble she could permanently place Harry in to avoid the close contact every minute, she would.

“Tell me again why we need to do these fitting things every six months? Seriously, I'm a grown man, my body doesn’t change that much in that time period.” Harry starting to fiddle with the pen she just used to write with as his minty breath fanned over the right side of her face.

“It does with your irregular fucking diet plans, Styles. Would it kill you to stick to one regime?” She spun around and leant against the grand table with her arms folded, looking up at the, now short-haired, tattooed man as he shifted to put his hands on the edge of the intricate furniture either side of her body.

“Mm, I think it’s just 'cause you wanna try your hand at seducing me during these sessions.” His voice lowered down to a sultry, deep tone in an attempt to fluster his stylist but she, as always, stands her ground.

“If I wanted to seduce you, baby, I would’ve done it by now,” She leant up slightly, the endearing term fell from her mouth without hesitance while their breaths mixed between their parted lips as she continued. “And besides, size 10 feet? Not that impressive.” She smirked subtly as she saw his face fall. He knew what she was indirectly referring to and, judging by the way he reacted, she knew she had hit a nerve in which she also gathered he would try to prove her wrong.

But before he could, however, she slipped out from underneath him and started walking towards the entrance to exit the room, her heels clicking against the expensive marble floors, not bothering to close the chrome door and yelling a, “make sure to lock the door when yeh leave!” to a rigid Harry who let out a sigh and rubbed his ring-clad hands over his face to let out some frustration towards the woman who was trapped in between him and the mahogany table not even thirty seconds ago, before slamming his hand on it and purposely leaving the door wide open in spite.

“Change.”

Was the only word from the judgmental, but somehow always right, fashion stylist that Harry heard as he did a twirl in his new suit. Having quite the admiration towards the look, if he does say so himself, after inspecting it in the mirror.

“Why?” He drew out the word to emphasise his annoyance with the constant change of outfits. He might as well be a marathon runner, he’s breaking a sweat from changing his bloody clothes.

“Because, honey, the shirt doesn’t match the suit at all. That’s why I told you to wear black, not white, but look who didn’t listen yet again.” She stood there behind him with her pen held in between her front teeth and one arm around her torso to keep her other elbow resting on top, catching his eye through the mirror.

He scans her choice of clothing today and, as per usual, she’s wearing the most stylish and trendy pieces that she matches so well with her heels. Harry’s never really understood how she so effortlessly throws together a look ready for the runway every day when she comes into work but still manages to keep it light and casual as if it was the first thing she found in her closet earlier in the morning.

He trailed his eyes up her body, tanned and fit, may he add, to her subtly made up face which was glowing. He assumed it was from the highlighter she applied, because why else would he describe her as 'glowing’? That’s disgusting. He doesn’t like her. Not one bit.

“Have you quite finished staring at me, or do I need to get the camera for yeh so it’ll last longer?” She allowed the tease to be projected as she approached him, standing on the tiny platform, meaning their bodies were now pressed against each others’ closely before she shrugged off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Hey, hey, hey. You normally need to get me drunk first before we can have some fun, love.” He smirked down at her, watching as she aggressively rolled her sparkling eyes at his comment. She continued to pull the shirt off of him and stepped down to grab the black shirt she had wanted him to wear in the first place.

As she turned around, she couldn’t help but notice a slight change in his physical appearance. His back muscles seemed more prominent. His thighs looked even more full than they already were when she last took a good look at them. His arms were bulkier. His torso now adorned with evident bumps of abdominal muscles. Even his cute, little bum seemed rounder and plumper which made her stifle a giggle.

“Awe, H, have you been working out?” She had to bite her bottom lip to stop her bursting out into laughter when she caught him standing up a bit straighter, looking proud that his work was noticeable.

“Nice to know you were checking me out back there. Like what yeh see, angel?” The pet-names were used as a kind of second nature to the pair of them now, but they were far from endearments. No, on the contrary, they were always laced with slight undertones of incivility and cheek. They were both familiar with them by now.

“Oh, most definitely. You been working out just for me? I know I'm the only one you strip down for lately.” She referenced to the multiple outfit decisions they had to endure with every appearance he made in public, which people would be surprised as to how often that is, and she had to make sure that he was not seen repeating a look. God forbid he wore the same trousers twice.

She slowly made her way towards the, still shirtless, male stood in the middle of the high-ceilinged chamber, decorated with mirrors, as she ran her hands up and down his back before rubbing at his shoulders. Harry’s head fell back at the sensation of the soothing motions on his shoulders, he had been meaning to go to a masseuse to get the knots out of his joints for a while now. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, completely forgetting that she would be the last person on Earth he would want to touch him like this a few days ago but he allowed the action.

“You know I was filming 'Dunkirk’, sweetheart, don’t flatter yourself.” He retorted as he pulled her round to his front by her waist and leant his body against hers, his frame towering over her smaller one.

“’S a shame, really. And here I was, about to let you have your way with me only if you had just admitted this is all for me.” She fake-pouted as she taunted him, something she has perfected over the years, with her hands resting against his naked chest. There was something about the way her clothed, soft chest was pressed into his bare, hard one that made the both of them lose control of the situation at hand temporarily as they focused on each other at that moment.

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” His voice switched to a low whisper, a threat almost.

“I don’t have to.” She replied with confidence, her eyes flickering to his raspberry-coloured lips that looked so inviting.

It was strange for the both of them, being in this position they’d never thought they’d see themselves in, but here they are. Through all the slight sexual tension covered up by distasteful remarks about each other over the years, clouded by the decision subconsciously made that they had a repulsion towards one another, they had failed to realise that attraction could’ve easily been confused with said repulsion, convincing themselves that it was a fact neither of them liked the other and that was final. Perhaps too afraid to confess and deal with the consequences of their feelings.

Just as they began to come to terms with the compromising position they were in, and even more conflicting emotions fluttering around the space, the door was pushed open and two flailing bodies broke apart at lightning speed. Harry quickly finding his black shirt and fumbling with the buttons as the flustered stylist violently grabbed her journal and pretended to write in it whilst holding the pen upside down.

Not another word was spoken between the two of them as they complete the fitting session, everyone coming to a conclusion that the black shirt was indefinitely better than the white, much to Harry’s dismay, and their day was done.

The two parted and went their separate ways, however, the mental image of the other never left their minds for the rest of the week until they had to face the music at the next session.

Harry was fucked.

Royally fucked.

So fucked, in fact, that he decided to wallow in self-pity at how fucked he was then he went out and fucked a random girl whilst thinking of fucking his attractive stylist he had now realised he had already fucked things over with.

If that doesn’t scream, “fucked”, I don’t know what does.

Though what he didn’t know, was that said stylist was also feeling the same way about him and was completely distraught over the idea that she might like Harry Styles. The same Harry that would make her want to rather die than converse with him for more than ten minutes. The same Harry that would tempt her to spit in his food whenever it got delivered during the fittings. The same Harry that would force her to socialise with large groups of people she didn’t know when he knew it made her uncomfortable.

But it was also the same Harry that when he held her in his arms that other day, made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. And it was the same Harry with pink, soft lips that she wanted to kiss so desperately whilst, at the same time, tugging on his curly locks.

Though, more importantly, he was her Harry. He had always been her Harry to tease, to taunt, to tantalise, and to mess with until he’d get all riled up and sometimes push her against the wall (which she didn’t necessarily mind). But now, she wanted to describe him as being her Harry in a different way, and that scared the shit out of her.

She didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore, it’s like her life lost all purpose if she couldn’t make fun of the Cheshire-raised lad, and now all she wanted to do was tell him about her family and cuddle. She had actually begun to suspect she had developed some sort of illness and hoped it would go away like a common cold.

Although, she figured this was not the case the next time she saw him, in all his elongated glory, at a party very much like the one they first met at two years ago. Sipping on her alcoholic beverage, she observed him from far away as he mingled, as he always does so flawlessly, with people she had never seen before in her life. The very mere fact that he was in her presence not even ten feet away made her stomach tighten with new feelings she never thought she would associate with the musician and she hated herself for it.

Turning her body away from him towards the bar, she asked for another drink, slipping the rectangular note of currency towards the bartender as he fixed her up yet another glass. She knew she had most likely needed to have stopped drinking so heavily around the 'two hours ago’ mark, but right now, she really couldn’t care less, she just wanted to forget about Harry and if getting her stomach pumped for the first time means achieving her goal then fuck it.

Her motive was short-lived, however, since the charming man that was swimming her mind plopped himself on the stool next to her and gave her a sly smirk.

“What do we have here?” He questioned, mainly to himself, as he observed the obviously intoxicated woman in front of him.

She rolled her eyes, hopping off the high stool, only to fall face first into Harry’s crotch which made him jerk back at the impact and let out a slight groan before cupping her cheeks and lifting her head up to inspect how far gone she really is.

“Helloo, handsomee.” She tried her best to imitate a wolf-whistle seeing as she couldn’t actually whistle so instead made a sort of high-pitched, 'whi-woo’, as she trailed her index finger down the curve of his cheek and smiling drunkenly, “I missed youu…” The slur in her words concerned him, not knowing how much she’s had to drink and she clearly could not stand up without support.

“I’m gonna take yeh home, okay, lovie? You’re alright.” He scooped her up into his arms without any struggle and started to manoeuvre his way out of the clammy air of the bar to the nippy, fresh air of the London streets. He set her down on her feet for a second, leaning her against him to keep her balance, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, knowing that even though his place was only a rough 20 minute walk from the party location, the chilly air would get to her more easily than it would him, she’d always been sensitive to the cold, and at this time of night, it certainly didn’t make the air more humid.

After a solid few minutes of walking to his abode, they finally reached the welcoming front door of his mansion, him fiddling in his pocket to find the right set of keys before twisting the lock and pushing the door open. A gust of warm, fruit-scented air hit both of them as he stepped inside, laying her down on his extended white sofa in the living room before closing the door.

“Mmm, are yeh gon’ sex me up now, Daddy?” Her sudden words making him choke on his own spit, as he cautiously walked towards the tiny figure resting on his comfortable seating area.

“No, no, I’m not, baby, not right now, yeh need to rest. I’ll get you some water and some Advil to take then we can go to bed, okay?” He spoke in a soft, calming tone that made her suddenly relaxed, only finding the strength in her to nod before he stroked her hair back from her face and made his way to the well-presented, expensive kitchen with more room than he needed.

As a matter of fact, all the rooms in this place were more than he needed, if he was honest, but he just didn’t know what else to use his money on.

Approaching the worn-out female sprawled across his sofa with a glass of fresh water and two pills in his other hand, he set down the glass on the side table whilst reaching his hand out to tilt her head up slightly and sit her up enough so she could swallow comfortably. He pried open her mouth by holding her jaw and placed the pills on the top of her tongue that had traces of alcohol left on it, bringing the liquid up to her lips and telling her to swallow gently. She obeyed and took the medication before slumping back onto the cushiony surface as he sighed, soaking in her beauty, even in this state of mind.

He watched as she closed her eyes and got comfortable, taking it as his cue to leave her to sleep, so kissed her forehead with care, and started to prepare to deal with whatever shit storm that was bound to happen, in the morning. Well, that was until he heard a small whine coming from her calling out for him.

“Harryy?… Stay wit’ me? I wan’ cuddles.” She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling gently at the sight. She was just so adorable, how could he say no?

“I’m right here, puppy, I’m not going anywhere.” He answered her before carefully laying down beside the inebriated girl he had grown fond of this past couple of weeks and tangled their limbs together, letting her rest her head against his chest and wrap herself around him in an attempt to snuggle and use him as her own personal pillow and blanket.

As he listened to her breathing become regular and so quiet he had to strain to listen to it, he knew she had fallen asleep so pressed another tender kiss to the crown of her head and whispered to her in her unconscious state.

“I’d never leave you.”

And it was in that sweet moment that Harry now realised that she had a hold on him, and he intended on not letting go.

Harsh rays of bright sunlight beamed through white, sheer curtains and hit her face as she stirred from her slumber. It was a Saturday morning and she was definitely not in the comfort of her own home so thought the worst and groaned inwardly in shame at herself for letting herself get so wasted. The first thing she did was just look down at her, what she expected to be, naked body, but instead found herself and the mystery man fully clothed. Confusion overtook her features and something she noticed right away was that her 'pillow’ was breathing and they’re not supposed to do that, right? Or was she still tripping from the after-effects of the amounts of alcohol she consumed last night?

A wave of pain radiated throughout her head as she groaned, bringing a palm to her forehead in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe it slightly. Her movements unnoticeably woke up her 'pillow’ and startled her when the familiar deep, raspy, and, dare she say, sexy morning voice sounded from underneath her.

“Oh, fuck me, not Harry. Anyone but Harry.” She thought to herself, although not truly meaning it since she found herself absentmindedly wanting the situation to have been more… wild.

“Well, good mornin’, sunshine.” He chuckled lightly at her facial expression following the pet-name he had chosen.

“What the fuck happened last night?” She asked half-heartedly.

Part of her didn’t really care what happened whilst the other part dreaded what his answer would be.

“You really don’t remember?” His voice was thick with an emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint but she did know that she felt guilty after hearing it, sensing that he was a little disappointed.

She merely shook her head and bit her lip, tilting her head up to read his clouded eyes, they always gave away whatever he was thinking, she detected this within the first few months of knowing him.

“It doesn’t matter, please can you get off of me, you’re starting to feel like a dead weight. I honestly can’t feel my legs.” His whole demeanour changed in a split second and she was a little surprised but what did she expect, really? He’s just the same old Harry, though she’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt a little.

“I’m not getting up 'til you tell me exactly what happened, Harry.” She was adamant. She was always the type of person to get answers out of whoever she wanted, he was starting to wonder why she wasn’t a fucking lawyer or something.

“Listen, nothin’ happen-...” He was cut off by her swollen lips pressed against his.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, he was bloody flat-lining on the inside but he quickly reciprocated the sudden, but passionate, kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist with her hands coming up to caress his cheeks. Her legs ended up either side of his torso and she pulled away just before he had the chance to poke his tongue in her mouth, just to tease, like normal.

“D'yeh want something to happen?…” She questioned him inquisitively, not one hundred percent sure that he shared the same feelings that she had pent up inside of her for, what felt like, decades.

He responded by flipping her so she laid on her back instead and hovered over her, leaning down to peck her lips once more before moving down to her neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

“All I’ve been thinkin’ 'bout for ages, darlin’. Let Daddy make yeh feel good.” He smirked into her skin once he felt her gasp quietly and visibly tense at his words.

“I called you, 'Daddy’, last night, didn’t I?” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once she heard him chuckle and answer with a muffled, “you did”.

“And it definitely won’t be the last time.” He commented in a sultry voice before raising his head to make eye contact with her and leaning down to connect his lips with hers another time.

He made a promise, and he was damn hell-bent on making sure he kept it.

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