#i want him to really look like a traveler. a jack of all trades.

[nikoisme]

so i'm trying to figure out a design for hermes and,,

I'm genuinely obsessed with this style. You don't understand my notebooks are filled with silly guys like this.

#it's quick and sweet and it gives me life #i want him to really look like a traveler. a jack of all trades. #and i want to incorporate the psychopomp aspect of his character #so this is not final. just a rough idea.

[ya-boi-haru]

You know what, I like you, let me share my headcannons/thoughts on an AU I recently mentioned...

Fable smp Coffee Shop AU...

• Sherb runs a 24/hr (or late opened) Cafe, The Alchemist Brew. They specialise is mixing different coffee flavours to create a new taste and can even create one for a persons specific need or even mood.

The people that have often come in say it was exactly what they needed; students coming in to study found they work best with Icarus' creations - jokes that they put a focusing chemical drug in it. People on first dates say they added an ingredient that was a big ice breaker for them to bond over. A few cases come in home sick and the drinks taste like home somehow.

• Rae runs another cafe in a different part of town. It's a more traditional place, more old fashioned, rustic aesthetic.

Rae got to take over this place a lot sooner than he thought.

His mother went missing when he was young and his step-dad, Fable, left a few years ago. Icarus' was supposed to take over the buisness but they wanted to do their own thing, especially since Rae and Icarus had different ideas on how they should run the place.

So Rae runs the Gilded Cafe. While keeping the more traditional things on the menu, Rae also explores the history with Coffee. Makes ones how they would make it 30, 50, 100 years ago and happily, shares it with their customers.

• Athena is learning how to open their own bakery (Flour Garden) with Jamie. They offer their goods as a trial to both Gilded and Alchemist Brew Cafe. This way they get to try new foods and have people taste test them and both Cafes get a unique item on their menus each week. The feedback from customers is always appreciated and it sparks new ideas for foods and types of foods.

• Momboo runs a flower and tea shop, The Pink Tulip, both as a seperate transaction but has a talent for getting sweet tastes out of nature's prettiest petals

• Which is a dramatic comparison to her sister, Ocie/Kai, who runs a bar, Sea Dragon, iconicly known for its underwater sailor/pirate aesthetic and strong drinks to match

• Wolf is a business analyst and has helped with the businesses as well as a few others around town

• His partner, Centross, helps manage the Sea Dragon. A couple years ago, he tried to start a buisness with Icarus and Easton (who is a real estate agent), but it crashed and burned real quick. Wolf talked to Kai and she was generous enough to help Centross get back on his feet and they ended up working really well together.

• Aax works in the Gilded Cafe with Rae. He came to Rae looking for work - one in a new town with no connection to the Telchin company. They were awful, treated their employees terribly, and they would use special artificial chemicals in their drinks to make it taste like flavours (Hazlenut, vanilla etc), never the real thing, even their machines were designed to cut corners with brewing.

• Ulysses is still with Telchin, casual, but is still in the town with his Partner. He used to be able to do beautiful coffee powder art, but since the accident in the shop he can't even hold a cup steady.

• Will runs little a Cafe - The Traveller - based on flavours around the world, some places he's been lucky to actually travel to. Seven helps him run the place and really good with machines so they never have to worry about things breaking.

• Now all these businesses have their challenges, but Icarus feels they have an extra one...

A night club across the street 2 doors down, "The World Port". It's an exclusive place and Icarus had heard a few things about it.

It's a jack of all trades types of place, has accommodation for any events, Bachelor party's, birthdays, buisness meetings, heck even wakes.

Icarus' problem is that - for some reason - the owner recommendeds The Alchemist Brew to their customers as a place to sober up. Which would be fine if that didn't mean nights of drunks coming in, making a mess and passing out. They somehow get their mail mixed up as well, and The World Port is loud and makes it hard to focus on work.

• The World Ports concept is to be a place for everyone. It's main area is a bar with a dance floor and great music. They have sectioned off rooms, identified by colour, each room can accommodate for certain events. You could hold 3 different events in once.

• Smaller Headcannons/Notes:

• Caspian comes into the Gilded Cafe as a place to write his stories. He started going there for the nice coffee and cozy vibes, but the manager seems really nice and passionate about his work, so he kept coming in and is now a regular. And the Barista working there is cute nice to talk to as well

• Rae grew to appreciate the small talks with Capsian while on shift. He's even made it into a few pages of Raes sketch book - that will never see the light of day - but that has nothing to do with anything! Rae always draws random customers for practice! Despite Aax pointing out that he draws Caspian more.

• Aax and Rae are dating and are peeking interest in Caspian.

• Wolf and Centross are dating, though Centross is showing interest in Kai. He would deny it to hell and back even though everyone can see it.

• Icarus gets new ingredients/inspiration from their friends. Athena and Jamie's creations, Momboos flowers etc

• During the business Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to run, Icarus made a purple drink that turned out to have an addicting side effect. Part of the reason thee business failed.

• Since the World Port is exclusive, Icarus can't get in to talk to the owner. However, there have been times when they've come into the Alchemist Brew, and Icarus has just not been in there at the right time to see them.

• If they don't want to deal with maintenance companies, the other owners ask Seven to come over and fix their equipment, especially if it should be a simple fix.

• Galahad works at The Traveller and suggested their own mix of a spicier blend

Feel free to add onto or suggest things!

#i kinda wanna cosplay from this- #partially cause i cant draw #itd be cool #fable smp #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fsmp #fable smp au #fable smp coffe shop au #coffee shop au

[ride-a-dromedary]

i would like to hear more about halsin's family, but especially han and ari, if you would be so kind

Oh, I can absolutely talk about Han and Ari - they are giving me the ring around in my brain atm

Overview: Ari (Arikathan) and Han (Sehaneth) are my versions of Halsin's parents that he mentions in game. I am going off solely two pieces of information, which is Halsin looks like his father, and that Halsin's late mother knew him very well. Everything else completely made up in my mind (where it is real to me).

Sehaneth (often shortened to just "Sehan")

Direct Meaning: "sehan" = "to travel, journey, walk" + "-eth" = "eternal". Interpretive meaning then: "he who eternally wanders", which speaks to his travelling. Also derived from "seh", which means "soft" - something his father called him...not in a good way. Oft referred to as his childname "Han" by Halsin's mother, as they had known each other as "youngins", and spent 300+ years in each other's direct orbit.

Born: 761 DR (Originated from what is now called the Misty Forest, not called so at the time, but he had little to say regarding his initial childhood there - they left rather abruptly due to a raid that also took the life of his older sister)

Died: 1162 DR (Age 401) (COD: Unclear cause, but had something to do with his heart giving out from what the healer was able to discern. Patrol found him collapsed just on the outskirts of their meager borders.)

Sehan was taller and stockier than most of their fellows (likely due to his primarily wild elven heritage, his mother having been a wild elf and his father half*), pushing above the taller side of 193 - 195 cm, with broader shoulders and heavier set as he aged. That, plus the relatively solemn and serious expression constantly on his face (Ari called it "mountain misted") gave him the reputation of being intimidating at first glance (and he could be intimidating, if he wanted to, and in fact would use it to his advantage if he was in a situation that called for it). But he was mild mannered and nimble, more content to stay out of things and observe, and kept more prominently to himself and his own head.

He was a very quiet man, to the point that one may assume he was unintelligent or off-putting, but neither of those things were the case. He just had little desire to use his words beyond what was necessary, and much preferred to think everything out before solidifying anything out in the open, and it usually took him a moment (but he was still incredibly communicative to those who knew him, in many different ways; Halsin claims they could often tell exactly how he felt about something in the way he would hum at it - and if they didn't catch that, it was often given away by his mother's reaction because she would bloody well tell him when he was underreacting or his response was not matching her energy; the two of them had whole conversations where Ari would talk and Han would listen and move his head and somehow end up with a mutually satisfactory conclusion between them)

This tendency towards silence also may have stemmed from him having been treated poorly emotionally and verbally by his own father (generational gaps and all that), which affected him psychologically a lot more than he let on, feeling consistently like he wasn't good enough to uphold really...anything he had (their relationship was strained to the point where Quevanae's death was almost a relief because he felt like he could *breathe* for the first time, which he told Ari he felt horrible for even entertaining). Ergo, he was one of those individuals who refused to treat his children in the same way he had been treated - Halsin recalls perhaps once when he ever raised his voice at any of them.

Jack of many trades, master of none - the gumption and tendency for one track mindedness was very evident in Han, and likely where it stems from in Halsin. When he put his mind to something, it *stayed* on that something until he accomplished it. He loved having problems to solve and muddle out, even if it was outside of his area of expertise, and would often remember things he saw or heard. When Ari's hands started getting too stiff to hold her tanning and textile tools properly, Han managed to make them more ergonomic for her in spite of having no idea of how to go about that. He made each of his children their lithathel ("baby" hunting bows) in spite of only having baseline knowledge of bow construction from an apprenticeship under a bowyer he held for a few years, and ended up customizing each of them so they were better suited to their abilities. Very "give me twenty minutes and a knife and I'll figure out how to fix this". Unsolved little problems like that would often distract him. If he disappeared for hours at a time and emerged with a cheeky smile on his face, he'd cracked something.

Sehan's main desire in life was - as his name suggested - to be out and about exploring the world; blessed with a constant feeling of displacement in his skin, he spent most of his days scouting when he was younger, learning a lot of the land by mostly memory, and then later going out to trade for and bring things back to their community. Sometimes, he was gone for weeks or months at a time. He would bring interesting things he happened upon back for his family, insisting that he didn't have anything at all in his pockets when they asked. Ari would often respond to his asking whether she wanted anything specific with something completely off-coloured and out of the blue, stop to think a moment, fake sigh, and conclude with: "But if you cannot find that, I suppose just you is enough." (He used to bring her back things like white sugar and lace and replacements for the little silver rings she wore in her ears)

Arikathan

Direct Meaning: "ari" = "silver" (also dually means "springtime", and derived from the descriptors given grizzly bears as "great silver bears" or ari're - this is coincidental) + "kathan" = branch. Literally "silverbranch", or "silverbough". One of the surnames Halsin has been known to use is "Va'e Iarikathan" which translates directly to "son of Silverbranch" as an honourific of his mother. Oft referred to as "Ari" by Halsin's father, for similar reasons as above, but she tolerates few other people continuing to use the childname aside from him.

Born: 762 DR (High Forest)

Died: 1178 DR (Age 416) (COD: They say sometimes there is a threshold for grief, and Ari reached it. After a handful of consecutive losses, Ari also fell ill, though Halsin to this day retains her illness was not so much of the body as it was of the spirit)

Ari was born in a small group of wood elves that were primarily nomadic, eventually settling tentatively near the southern borders of the High Forest on the bank of the Unicorn Run when she was in her teens; they were no more than a couple hundred strong at the peak of population, often moving from place to place to avoid being detected and avoid overtaxing the land with their survival.

Also on the taller side, standing somewhere between 183 - 187 cm, most likely due to the human heritage inherited from her maternal grandparents. She would joke this put her closer in line with the trees, and, therefore, she should be respected as such (...she'd half joke, anyway).

Started as a young elf as a hunter, and while skilled, grew bored of it very quickly. A healer primarily by trade, though focused far less on magical elements of healing and more on herbal and holistic elements. She was a figurative wizard at adjusting techniques and updating recipes to better fit situations, and was often experimenting with new ways to treat ailments. Like Han, she loved puzzles and things to figure out, but for her it was less of a matter of proving she was able to do something or a love language; it was a desire for efficiency and effectiveness. The last gift she left her son was a thin, small book with some of the guides she had written and gathered from her teachings - some of which were so old that the plants she listed were unavailable to access generally anymore - which she had started prepping as a young woman and kept in case there was someone to give it to down the line. Ari's mother was a druid, and while she dabbled slightly in the druidic arts, she never quite got the hang of it.

She also was a bit of a lore master, in that she was more often the one of the two parents who passed stories down to her younger children, regardless of how she felt about the situation or the individual whom she was passing stories about. As they had been displaced a few times, she deemed it important to keep the familial and community lore alive and passed down; she encouraged questions and interpretation, and had a knack for breaking complex topics into smaller, digestible pieces.

Ari was a fierce woman ("like thunderstorms in summer" Han would say); brusque and to the point, very outwardly affectionate and passionate towards the people she loved (sometimes to the point where she would get emotional *for* them), but reserved around people she didn't know or trust. She would stay dreadfully calm during most situations, in the way a lake is calm while churning dangerously underneath, and did not hesitate around telling others the truth if the truth was needed. Ari was also dreadfully intuitive, to the point where you quite literally could not hide things from her - she would figure it out, somehow.

The copper coloured tinge of Halsin's hair came from her, which in turn came from her father, though Ari's lacked the brown undertones. She wore it long and braided, and it always smelled just faintly of chamomile. She also had dimples that were more prominent on her right cheek because her smile was crooked.

General/Both (And some familial history that you didn't ask for)

Sehan and his father made their way to Ari's neck of the woods (figuratively and literally) when Han and she were in their early twenties; he and his father were fleeing a raid that had cleared out another section of the High Forest. They didn't mean to stumble on the clan, but it lucked out that way, and though his father was not the most trustful of others, they ended up staying (for longer than initially planned which turned into the rest of one of their lives).

Ari took one look at the slightly spacey looking elf with dirt all over his face and branches tangled in his curly dark hair and nodded to herself, decisive, and made a beeline. Ari liked people, and she particularly liked figuring people out, and Han was a new mystery with intriguing layers, and gave her the instant feeling that he would be important to her down the line (and she was right! For 300+ years he was her primary partner and all of her children were fathered by him). It helped that she also looked at him and decided yeah smash for sure, and he just happened to be very amendable to that fact

They didn't actually get together beyond casual fling here and there until later in their mid 100s -they had become very good friends in the time between their meeting and that point, and realized they just...liked being in each other's company. A lot, actually. The two of them got along and balanced each other out. And suddenly he was in her house every day (they had separate residences very close to one another, but Han spent most of his time *at* home at Ari's)

While not in its vicinity (the High Forest is like the size of a small continent),  they were both old enough to remember the collapse of Eaerlann, which sent their settlement deeper into its hiding as word of most of the northern High Forest fell to various ruin reached the southern portion, and more of the elves started fleeing.**

They had their first baby in 1049 DR (Han was 288 and Ari 287) which is a surprisingly late time for elves to be in the frame of mind to conceive, but it just...wasn't really happening for them for the longest time. Semi-amusing in hindsight, considering their next pregnancy near twenty six years later resulted in twins, which is not an incredibly common thing with elves - though on a less than amusing angle, considering what happened, perhaps it also was an omen of some kind. Their final child was born when the two of them were nearly 400 years old.

After their eldest son died, and as the High Forest continued to fall in its exceedingly more dangerous conflict that was spreading, Han and Ari made the difficult decision (along with several other elves on advice from the elders and the druid who had been advising their council for the last century) to gather their remaining children (well, Halsin - the twins were - by all technicality - not children at the time, but they came along anyway) and leave for somewhere new. Neither were pleased by this development, for various reasons, but Han had mentioned several places he'd seen on his travels that would be good to at least stop in.

Neither of Halsin's grandparents (Ari's parents) were up to the trip, so they remained to live the remainder of their days in the ancestral homelands; while this was part of the reason that Halsin (and Ari) very adamantly *did not* want to leave (along with leaving his little friends behind, one of which was who we now know as Francesca, whose family stayed on), he also kept insisting that he did not want to go because there was one friend in particular he couldn't leave; he had promised he would help them and they'd stay together - Han and Ari were concerned because he started talking more about this "friend" at length after his older brother died, and they thought perhaps he was making things up to cope with his grieving (see: I have a theory regarding Thaniel and how he ended up taking up in the Reithwin realm which is both convoluted and very simple, but that's something different - not to worry, Halsin didn't break his promise and child!fey don't follow rules). They ended up in the then more sparesely, but unpopulated wooded area nearby what is now Reithwin Town, called "relthwin" by the elves who settled there before the more predominantly human settlement took over a century or two later (they avoided the Wood of the Sharp Teeth and the Reaching Woods like the plague though).

(Side note: Halsin has been back to the High Forest several times since; once specifically to take his father and mother's (and siblings' eventually) ashes back, as they so often talked about wishing to return and how the lack of density in the woods was something the two of them missed in their new home, a few times as a druid to visit the Shadow Top Cathedral and visiting with Francesca and the druid councils there, on his way back from Menzoberranzan because he was *not* about to travel back through the Underdark, etc.)

I've said as much before, but Han and Ari were nice people - very hospitable and opened their home to everyone - HOWEVER, they both could (and would) rip you apart with their bare hands if they felt so inclined, and they both had very firm lines they wouldn't cross. Neither of them took kindly to any sort of threat, upon their person, their peace, or their children. They were both relatively neutral on most conflicts that did not concern their interest, but if they *were* involved, you knew they were and you should likely be afraid.

Han and Ari spoke different elven dialects, which slowly morphed into one household dialect that combined elements of both, so Halsin's elvish is very reminiscent of what he heard. Tonally, it's all over the place, sounding more like laughter than song.

One of the things the two of them took up when they re-settled was beekeeping, which was a traditional Wild Elven practice that Han hadn't really done in centuries, but that gumption won out. That became part of their stock when he would head out as a trader.

*The FR canon is dicey depending on time of lore development on whether elven subraces actually mix genetically or are just Either/Or/Dominant Species Genes offspring; because I do what I want, and since they made subspecies in the first place, and I find the trope/lore to be inherently illogical for many reasons, especially in humanoid species, I'm pulling on multiple strings of homebrew shenanigans. The games don't follow the lore to a T either, so...

**FR canon is also dicey about what was going on in the High Forest anywhere other than the Northern part between 714 - 1200s DR, as the main conflict and complete devastation occurred mostly in that section of the forest (and most canon was established in the 1300s) - the remaining elves of the High Forest didn't fully leave the forest until the 1300s, coming back late 1300s

#BG3 Musing #Halsin Posting #BG3 OCs #Halsin BG3 #Halsin #i don't want to put this in the character tag because it's technically not about him but also...it is so #i tried really hard to just do baseline stuff but you ended up with several small essays #and there's more stuff but i was like this is already ridiculously long

[camilleroses-blog]

dogfight football

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader cs: angel

fluff

“for training tomorrow meet at the hard deck, be ready for a workout” mav said as he ended the training session for the day. you looked over at phoenix with a intrigued face but shrugged it off as everyone got up to leave for the day.

you arrived at the hard deck and found everyone inside sitting down and talking. you took a seat next to jake and joined in on the conversation. “what are we even doing?” bob asked. “don’t worry it’s probably something we can handle” jake said. “well most of us” he said, adding on as he gestured to you, phoenix, and rooster. you slapped his arm and smirked at him as he put his arm around you.

the door opened and mav walked in and headed towards penny. her face lit up when she saw him and they started talking. “they’re so cute together” you said as the whole group looked over at them as they laughed together. “there is definitely something going on between them” fanboy said looking in their direction. “dude where have you been?” coyote asked. “i’m a slow observer” fanboy replied, taken aback. as you were all gossiping about penny and mavs relationship he walked up to the table.

“aviators. follow me” he said as he headed towards the exit. you all got up to follow him and ended up on the beach. “dogfight football. offense and defense at the same time” he said tossing a beach football to hangman and another to rooster. “we start in 10”

you stripped off your shirt, revealing your dark brown sports bra and put your hair up in a messy bun. you looked over at your boyfriend and found him staring at your chest. “jake.” you said. “mm y-yeah” he responded, his eyes glued to your chest. you inched closer to him and took his aviators off of his face and put them on. “i knew you would do that so i brought backups” he said as he held up his backup sunglasses. you smiled and pushed the glasses up your nose. “your turn” you said looking him up and down. “god please shut up” phoenix said as she cringed. jake took his shirt off and threw it next to yours. you’ve seen jake shirtless plenty of times but you will never ever get sick of it. never. ever.

you started stretching and realized bob was missing. “guys where’s bob?” you asked as everyone looked around for him. “i’m right here” he said as he stood up from a crouching position. he held a tube of sunscreen in his hand. “does anyone want?” he asked, scanning the group. you didn’t hear anything he said because you were in shock. he had pretty defined muscles and a six pack. your mouth was agape as you stared at him. “what?… did i not blend the sunscreen in well?” he asked as he noticed everyone staring at him. “bob. you’re ripped…” payback said, breaking the silence. “damn hangman, looks like i gotta trade you in for bob” you joked. bob wasn’t as jacked as jake but the last thing you expected was for him to look like that. “oh really? you want to trade me in?“ he said as that smirk of his appeared on his face. he slung you over his shoulder and headed towards the water. “JAKE” you exclaimed in between giggles. “you wanna trade me for bob?” he asked again. he put you down instead of throwing you in. you gasped with sarcasm. “i would never” you exclaimed with your hand on your chest. “that’s what a thought” he said as he smiled and took your hand to lead you back to the group.

mav split the group in half. you parted with phoenix and moved to the other side with rooster, coyote, bob, halo, and omaha. you had an understanding for football but have never played it much, only when you were little with your brothers. you lined up next to rooster, making eye contact with jake. you two were extremely competitive so this should be a blast.

it was a few plays in and the teams were tied. “ready to give up princess?” he asked as you all lined up. “not quite” you said as you bent over with your hands on your knees to give him the perfect view of your cleavage as you slightly squeezed your arms together. his eyes travelled down to your chest and lingered. hondo blew the whistle and you ran as jake stumbled out of his daydreaming to chase after you. you waved your arms at rooster to say that you were open. rooster saw you and threw the ball to you as jake charged at you. just as you caught the ball in your arms jake picked you up and slung you over his shoulder again. you held up the ball to your team as they all cheered for you. “that was evil” he said as he put you down. “all’s fair in love and war” you whispered into his ear seductively and walked away back to your team. rooster and bob greeted you with high fives and smiles.

jake scored in the next play and celebrated with his team mates. he pointed to you and smirked. you looked over at phoenix and smiled. you both started to boo him. “BOOOOOOO” you both yelled. “you’re on my team” he yelled to phoenix. “SO??” she yelled back.

eventually it was a tied game again. the whistle sounded and you ran so rooster could throw it to you. but jake had other plans. he ran over to you and blocked the shot. he towered over you so he easily destroyed your chances of getting the ball. you struggled with him to find a way around him. you jumped onto his back and tried to get good positioning. you looked up and saw rooster throw the ball. you and jake froze in your places to watch what would happen. both your eyes followed the ball and it landed in the arms of bob who had a surprised look on his face. “RUN” you and rooster yelled. bob started to run with payback not far behind. “touchdown” hondo said as he raised his arms up. you threw your arms up and cheered. you slid off of jakes back and bragged in his face. you all gathered around bob as he got lifted onto roosters shoulders. you all started chanting his name. “BOB, BOB, BOB, BOB.” he had a big smile on his face as he celebrated.

you all headed back and everyone started to leave. “guess you win this time princess” jake said as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. “i win everytime” you said as a smile formed on your face. you interlaced your fingers behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #pete maverick mitchell #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #dogfight football #hangman

[momonica05]

Jack Jack - my tav for the "jack of all trades" achievement!

My urge to info dump about an oc won so now please, meet my son: Jack Jack (I don't know how to make a good blog post on tumblr, so I apologize if the images are a little too big)

JJ wasn't born a tiefling. He actually came from a family of humans, but he has no recollection of it outside of his father and grandparents, whom he hates with all his heart

At the age of 6, his father disobeyed his patron (for a good reason, but he doesn't know that, hehe). But instead of punishing his father directly, JJ was the target. He was turned into a Mephistopheles tiefling that day, and his family was horrified. He remembers the look of pure hatred and fear from his grandparents, shouting at him, saying he was now a devil. He doesn't remember his father's face, but he remembers his fingers, pointing at the door, and his husky voice "get out"

Since then, he had to live at the city of Baldur's Gate all by himself. He had some friends, partners, and even a mentor (which the dream visitor had taken form of)... but he never got back what he lost that day: love and identity

He spent a good portion of his life, mainly his adolescence, trying to "fit in". He even cut his horns off, which he regretted later down the road as he's now more confident in who he is. Beeing cursed by a devil at the age of 6, as one might imagine, was no easy feat. And aside from gaining an appearance that everyone deemed as "hellspawn", he also gained powers. Powers in which he can not control very well, but powers nonetheless (sorcerer wild magic)

After a whole life of stealing, performing, trying out magic and needing to run because uh oh you accidentally sumoned a troll in a bar! He... well, his life continued shit, but he never gave up. He had some not so trustworthy friends, but hey, as long as they're not a devil or a warlock, he's a very social guy!

Before he was captured by the mindflayers, he was actually planning on traveling around! He wanted to get all his skills worked on. Maybe study a bit more of his magic, as a wizard.... maybe becoming a bard with his musical talent... hell, maybe he'd finally accept his calling for the rogue life! The opportunities were endless!

That is until, of course, he got a tadpole in his mind... but eh, he was planning on traveling one day anyways, so why not use this as an excuse? (definitely not frightened at all haha what do you mean?)

So far, he's really enjoying his adventure! Here's what he thinks about each companion:

Lae'zel: heh, she wants to kill me! (nervously sweating and trying to do what she says because he's terrified, but also really likes her interrogation methods!)

Shadowheart: she's hiding something. She ain't fooling me...

Astarion: he's also hiding something, never EVER trust the snobs from the upper city.... unless, of course, you want their money/sleep with them. (thinks Astarion is a less hot version of him, with how similar they act. Except JJ actually has a soft spot for children and little rascals, so he'll always help them. He's more chaotic good)

Gale: i really liked him and wanted him to teach me how to do magic safely, but never mind! He just ate my magic spear, which doesn't seem very safe...

Wyll: he makes me angry with how he challenges my morals, okay? you shouldn't be nice! You're a warlock! (has a mental breakdown watching Wyll get transformed like he did and wonders if his father was a good man like Wyll all along)

Karlach: I was deadset on killing her... turns out she's not a devil! just a person like me! i really like her (wants to kill Zariel and enter rage like Karlach one day)

BONUS:

He knew damn well what he was getting into but opened the door anyways and said he was gonna write a smut about it (he's batshit insane)

Anyways... I guess that's it. That's all I have for now, I haven't progressed much into the game... sorry if his information is a little scattered around, I don't have it organized and probably didn't mention somethings (he chose his name, for example)

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #my tav #tav bg3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #tav #oc tav #Jack Jack #tiefling #tiefling tav #tiefling bg3 #urchin background #I just wrote all of this in one go and post it #so yeah apologies for any confusion #shoutout to the one person who was interested on seeing him! #you rule! #in short he's a menace #a lil chaotic good #as he still thinks that people shouldn't go through what he did and wants to do good #but will kill someone he thinks is not cool #chaotic good

[momobani]

P1Harmony Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus head canons  - 1.8k

HAPPY PIWON DAY!!!!!!!  

*my contribution for Piwon’s 2nd anniversary, i can’t believe it’s already been 2 whole years like wtf time flew by!! Anyways, i was wanting to do something special for their anniversary so this is what i came up with, hope you enjoy <3

Keeho - Son of Aphrodite (goddess of beauty and love, fertility):

Dude knows his fashion, knows how to wear it and work it. Charismatic powerhouse as you might know (you do because you have eyes duh and if you don’t, I can’t help you).

Makes the orange Camp Half-blood shirt look expensive. Sometimes leads his cabin mates out for capture the flag as if the way to the Big House is a runway. Is the source of many a nymph’s jealousy since he has that *model* vibe.

Can charm speak but with his beautiful voice you could argue he doesn’t have to usually. Only uses it when it can be weaponised on a quest (or sassing harpies back when they invade the already pristine Aphrodite cabin) or that time in capture the flag where he charm spoke the opposition into giving him his team’s flag back before they crossed the creek and won the game.  

Loves to hang out with the Pegasi since the Aphrodite cabin looks after them usually. They like him because he’s generous with treats and so Theo accidentally on purpose started a nickname and it stuck (origin of the Keehorse nickname anyone? sdhsdihusnds jk).

Good at leading quests and gets sent out a lot, it’s all “Keeho do this” and “Keeho take Shota out for a walk and vaporise some monsters while you’re at it” and “Go rescue a dryad from a tree” (lmao he fell for that one when Jiung told him to do it as a prank, lol dryads are the trees). Honestly is tired and needs a vacation but you don’t get those when you’re a demigod.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Theo - Son of Demeter (goddess of grain, agriculture, harvest, growth, nourishment):

Here me out - plant husband Taeyang? Yes, no? Anyway. Grows amazing sunflowers, strawberries and what not. Very much in charge of the strawberry farm at Camp Half Blood, as well as some of the business part of selling them to mortals.  

Also the man is obsessed with fishing, he often gets into fights with some of the naiads (river nymphs) when he fishes in their territory, so he gives them some of the freshwater fish he catches as a peace offering because he knows that you do not get on a nymph’s bad side if you want to live. (little does he know, they only pick fights with him cuz they have a crush on him lol).

Is feral enough to fight but sucks at it. Makes bad decisions on the regular because of it; the time he sassed an Aries kid and landed in the infirmary for two days since he can’t sword fight for shit, the time he bet a crate of strawberries that he could win an archery contest against the Apollo cabin and lost miserably - it’s like he gets an adrenaline rush from setting himself up. Thus, rarely gets sent on quests and if he does, it’s usually with Jiung who has a self-preservation instinct.

On the other hand, he’s very athletic in other ways - excellent at climbing the lava wall and got really popular by coaching other people on how to do it, also organises a volleyball tournament every summer for all the cabins, where the winning cabin gets - you guessed it - strawberries.  

Jiung - Son of Hermes (trade, travelling, thieves, communication/ language, messenger of the gods, sports):

Very difficult to conclude Hermes, since he really could be an Athena or Apollo kid, but I have very specific reasoning; he’s an absolute ace and jack of all trades like I just think he can do anything, hence the god of literally everything.

Also Jiung speaks like 4 languages so communication king indeed, very big brain of him. He’s also very eloquent and thoughtful. Also responsible so is very often one of the campers sent out to seek out new demigods and deliver them to camp safely.  

In charge of beads every year (treats it like a hobby), generally really involved with Big House affairs and likes to be in charge of stuff, like organising camp fires, or helping put together quest teams, and even started an escape room club with Jongseob (more on that below).

Hangs out with the Apollo kids a lot because of his love for music. And also because Apollo tried to claim as his own before he reached camp (long story) but Hermes got pissed off and made sure that Jiung arrived at camp with some of those winged sneakers just to make sure everyone knew who he was. The entire ordeal was far too embarrassing for Jiung but because it happened, he’s a camp big shot who everyone respects since it’s rare for the gods to show up.

One time, he got so excited about a quest that he laughed really hard and a monster nearby revealed itself amongst mortals because it was shocked by the sound/frequency.The pure unhingedness of Jiung’s laugh vaporised it on the spot, talk about powerful demigods omg. (btw don’t get me wrong, I adore Jiung and his laugh haha).

Intak - Son of Apollo (god of the sun/light, music, arts, prophecy, medicine, archery):

Kid literally glows, what can you do. All that passion and self-proclaimed swag, where does it comes from we wonder; it’s a no brainer. Born showman, ready to take the music world by storm. Throwback to the introduction videos and Intak talked about his shower concerts lol.

Very intuitive, handy with a sword (or most weapons cuz he practices) and has a hero quality so he gets sent on a lot of quests, usually with at least one of the 01’s so they can reign him in in case he decides to do something too heroic lol. Despite this, he still got stuck in an escape room with Soul that time (see below).

Apollo is also actually the god of dance, so of course Intak’s into dancing. He puts together dance performances for the camp fires since usually there’s only sing alongs and he wanted to spice it up. Organises the occasional flashmob at the pavilion also, just for fun, including not only campers but nymphs and harpies if they’re feeling favourable.

Surprisingly really bad at capture the flag. The poor boy isn’t one for strategies but likes to act on instinct, he doesn’t think twice (or even once sometimes), and usually gets berated by Jiung and Jongseob when they have to rescue his ass from the opposite team’s jail (Theo makes it a sport with Keeho, betting on how many times they can capture the Intak instead of the flag).

Because of his prolific quest resume, the gods know him by name, whether they’ve been helped by him or crossed by him, and when they need something (chaotic) done, they seek him out personally. Intak would just be minding his business, maybe shopping in the mortal world and an olympian would pop up out of nowhere in a cloud of smoke and startle him. In conclusion, he now gets his shopping done online, in which case only Hermes comes to him in a DHL disguise.

Soul - Son of Hecate (goddess of magic, witchcraft, night, moon, ghosts, necromancy):

Here’s the logic behind this: ain’t nothing on god’s green earth that can explain Soul’s existence lmao. The kid’s a mystery, can’t figure him out, but that’s his charm; a total enigma, so the answer is magic duh.  

Absolute expert during quests. His natural survival instinct is so strong that he doesn’t even need magic to vaporise monsters but likes to use it for fun. Begs to be paired with Keeho since he feels like he’s just going on a bro bonding trip instead of a quest.  

Once wandered too far into the woods during capture the flag with only a magical Swiss army knife and went missing for a week. Coincidentally some of the stray monsters in the woods were chased into camp by something or somebody that week, but it’s an unconfirmed theory that it was Soul. (jk it 100% was, they ran for their lives but you didn’t hear it from me).

That time he and Intak went into the beta testing for Jiung and Jongseob’s newest escape room and they got stuck because somebody (ahem* Shota) decided to use magic instead of his brain to try and solve the puzzle/riddle. Needless to say, lessons were learned and a sign prohibiting magical items was placed outside the entrance.  

Likes to dabble in magic of course, was once working on a new transformation spell and managed to turn himself and Jongseob into axolotls. BUT he forgot to make the antidote beforehand so they had to wait a few days for the spell to wear off. In the meantime, Keeho pleaded with the Hephaestus cabin to design them a temporary tank with a self-heating mechanism so they wouldn’t die. Soul now keeps actual axolotls in the tank since he thinks it’s too nice not to be lived in and turns into one to hang out with his pets every once in a while.    

Jongseob - Son of Athena (goddess of wisdom, reason, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare, battle strategy, handicrafts):

Smartest cookie around. There is a big brain in that head of his. Seriously, the way that Jongseob carries himself at his age and if you’ve been following him since debut (or even at YG treasure box) he’s so mature and thoughtful.

He’s in charge of the Athena cabin book club (have you seen his adorable plogs where he gives recommendations?) That but with all the other campers and he hosts the meetings at the Big House every week or so.  

Him and Jiung started an escape room club at camp using the Athena cabin’s ingenious designs and blueprints to create the rooms. Comes up with the most sophisticated puzzles to be solved intellectually, which led to Intak and Soul getting stuck in a celestial bronze lattice room for five hours before they could break them out.  

Besties with pretty much everyone since he’s universally beloved by all cabins and is everyone’s kid brother, but especially besties with Soul so is often the victim of his failed magic tricks/ spells - he has yet to forgive the axolotl incident. Permanently lives his life as a guinea pig basically.    

In his spare time, he’s designing an underground music studio that incorporates the labyrinth tunnels into it, since when you’re an Athena kid, architectural genius flows through your veins. So far he has blueprints for a retractable slide when you don’t feel like taking the state of the art escalators, as well as a comfy lounge where you can sit on a beanbag or whatever chair and be transported to a VR scene of your choice by wearing some sunglasses. He’s currently haggling with the Hephaestus cabin about how many of his ideas are physically possible to be built.   

 A/N: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated!! I’ve been a p1ece since debut and i’m super excited to see how well the boys are doing, it’s been a pleasure watching them grow and i can’t wait to see where we go from here. If you don’t stan p1harmony, do it - you won’t regret it!!! (also i love pjo and hoo so this was very fun, i might do it for more groups since i already did it for svt)

#p1harmony #yoon keeho #choi taeyang #choi jiung #hwang intak #haku shota #kim jongseob #keeho #theo #jiung #intak #p1harmony soul #jongseob #piwon #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony imagines #percy jackson headcanon #momobani.writes

[kiersau]

Idk why but whenever i'm reading a fic or just sort of looking at stuff of him in general, I think of andreas having all the background options applied. Might be the ADHD, but I love the idea of him just being this odd, eccentric, jack of all trades kind of guy. Like jumping majors, absorbing as much info as he can from all the classes like a sponge, traveling wherever he wants to/can. Like yeah some of it might be a bit contradictory, but that adds to it. Him just being a walking melting pot of informations, intrests, thoughts, ideas, and traits. Also him knowing multiple languages, maybe not being fluent/perfect in all of them, but he knows it well enough. I just think it's really interesting and nice. The thought of him having a conversation and just randomly throwing out some very niche information and confusing the shit out of people is also really funny to think about.

I’m so sorry I just realized I never responded to this. I love the idea of polyglot/varied interests Andreas because I am the same way

#pentiment #ask

[smartycvnt]

Roomies

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x Reader Summary: You're stuck in a room with Chuck for a night.

"Alright, you're in room 215 with Chuck," Tony told you as he placed the key card in your hand. You stared at it for a moment in confusion and disbelief. It was ballsy for non-couples to be put in co-ed rooms in the first place, but for Tony to place you with Chuck was stupid. This was supposed to be a calm and quiet weekend. Everyone and their mother knew that you and Chuck would end up at each other's throats within moments of being stuck together. Hopefully this room would have more than one bed because you could not fathom the idea of having to share such a close space with him.

"If you're sure," you said as you walked towards the stairwell. A freak snowstorm had shut everybody into the same hotel for the weekend and left it with no vacancies. The elevators were down to converse energy for the heaters, which were most likely running on generators with the rolling blackouts going through the city. This was an awful situation that you had just been informed was made even worse by your company for however long you were stuck here. Surely someone would be willing to trade with you, but you doubted that you could find someone before the night was over. Everybody was exhausted from having to haul themselves and their shit out of the arena with the blizzard going on.

"You're my roommate for this?" Chuck asked, as if he couldn't believe it either. "I told Tony I wanted Trent."

"Don't act like this is ideal for me. Do I look like I want to spend my weekend with a backwoods hick?" You knew that was a bit mean to say, but you wanted to make sure Chuck wouldn't try and make friends with you. You unlocked the door and placed your things on the bed closer to the window. Chuck shut the door behind him and booked it straight for the shower. He had wrestled a match tonight, which you were sort of jealous of. You hadn't gotten to wrestle in months because you weren't cleared to. You had hoped that whenever Saraya was clear, you would also be so that the two of you could work together again. Working with her had been the highlight of your career at NXT before it had come to an abrupt end.

"Is there a reason that you're staring at me?" Chuck asked you. You quickly turned away from him, not having realized that you had been looking nearly as long as you had been. You were certain that it was only a glance that you had stolen, but apparently you were wrong.

"You're not gonna go hang out with your buddies?" you asked. Chuck shook his head as he laid back in his bed. "Surprising, you idiots do everything together."

"It's a lot less lonely when you find your people. Didn't you used to travel with Saraya?" Chuck asked you.

"Yeah, and then it was me and Madison when I came back," you said with a small smile. Chuck had never heard you speak so comfortably around him before. The two of you swapped a few stories from traveling with various people. You learned that Chuck took care of his friends a lot more than you had expected, always having seen him as immature and annoying. Although, you had based all of that after the first couple of times the two of you had been around each other. Chuck had obviously done the same thing with you, having expected you to be a bitch all of the time. However, you were actually really fun and a bit of a wild child.

"I don't know if I would have bailed you out that night," Chuck said with a laugh. You had just finished telling him a story about when you and a few girls from Impact had gotten arrested in some small town while playing a game of truth or dare. "I mean, stealing a cop car is a big deal."

"They never found out I did that. Turns out we were in a dry county and we were walking around going between bottles of Jack and Tito's," you clarified. "I've cleaned my act up a bit now. It's hard sometimes, keeping on the straight and narrow when I'm not sure I'm even working towards anything anymore."

"You're younger than me, surely you've got at least another ten years to go. Just pace yourself in the ring, there's no need to be groundbreaking in every match if it means you only get half as many as you should have," Chuck told you. "You're too good to be putting yourself at constant risk."

"Was that a compliment?" you asked as you sat forward. Chuck ducked away bashfully, but you heard him mutter a confirmation. "Well, thank you Chuck. You know, you're not so bad to be around."

"I think that's as close to a compliment as you can do, so thank you," Chuck laughed. The two of you had a bit more of a back and forth going before he got tired and decided to go to bed. You rolled over onto your side and tried not to think about how your heart fluttered when he'd smile and laugh at your stories earlier in the night. Chuck was a nice guy, but there was no way that you could let yourself get feelings for him.

#aew x reader #aew #aew imagine #aew imagines #chuck taylor imagines #chuck taylor imagine #chuck taylor x reader #chuck taylor

[rphunter]

Hello! I’m a F21 roleplayer looking for a mildly 🕊️ roleplay! The themes include but aren’t limited to; substance abuse, domestic abuse, infidelity

The theme is a little niche as this takes place in a circus, if still interested continue reading!

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Cirque de Versailles is one of the biggest circuses in Europe, having people from all backgrounds of the world traveling and partaking in their circus. They’re well known for their elaborate shows and interactive performances, dating back all the way to the 60’s

Their ringleader has been with the show for longer than most can remember, as his family had been ringleaders for as long as time could tell. However, with time the respect ringleaders had for their fellow circus performers dropped down and Mark had to be the worst of them, between his egotistical behavior and sexual harassment of his female colleagues

However, he seemed to have a favorite; Velvetine. She had been a jack of all trades in the circus, helping out their resident magician with duo acts, doing tightrope and other assortments of aerial tricks. She was more well known for her aerial silks, as she had been one of three girls who could do it. And had been at a more advanced level as she had been partaking in the act since she was very young, and though she loved it the harassment from Mark was overbearing and no one spoke on it due to his lineage.

It wasn’t much longer before Velvet was asked out by Mark and though he was originally rejected after her being ridiculed by him and shunned by the owner due to his complaints, she eventually caved and agreed to date him. And it has been the unhappiest she had been in awhile, only being able to get a break when she had been doing acts as he had been suffocating. Following her during days where she wasn’t occupied with circus work or training

Her life felt like a downward spiral up until the addition of a new performer to their crew

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I’m looking for hurt/comfort, settling for midnight meetings, holding back rage from seeing the other in pain! I’m really looking for someone who wants to build and shape characters together!

I want the pinboards, Spotify, TikTok’s you name it I want it!

I roleplay exclusively on discord if this is your type of thing reach out!

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#oc roleplay #oc rp #dark

[pretzelpizzapuppy]

Silly doodle of the peepaw for @sonic-oc-showdown ! plus the oc questions thing under the read more :3

Name: Ignatius

Species: Domestic Cat

Home: He travels wherever the wind takes him!

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I think I just looked up like, old people names LOL I don’t remember for sure tho.

🧑‍🦳 How old are they?

He’s in his 60s!

💞 Do they have any love interests?

Ehh not anyone specifically! Might make him a husband eventually.

🥞 What is their favorite food?

Hmmm... Probably belgian waffles with far too many toppings.

💼 What do they do for a living?

He’s a freelance detective! Sort of. He’s supposed to be retired but it’s hard to keep him in place.

🏐 Do they have any hobbies?

He loves anything to do with puzzles! Puzzle games, actual puzzles, escape rooms, murder mystery media... He also enjoys beach sports like volleyball but it’s a bit hard on his body now. He also likes to bake and mix drinks. He’s a jack of all trades honestly, he’s quite restless.

🎯 What do they do best?

Solving mysteries of course! He’s also a pretty darn good cook, if you’ll allow him to toot his own horn.

🥊 What do they love? What do they hate?

His one true love is puzzles, if it’s not clear enough yet! He also loves the beach and relaxing in the sun! He dislikes dreary weather, feels it makes him far too serious and stern! He’s also not one for stuffy museums, he’d much rather be learning from communities themselves! He’s a very knowledge focused guy but enjoys the experience of learning from enthusiastic people rather than textbooks. He really enjoys watching older shows too! MASH and ST:TOS being among his favorites. Imagine those in the Sonic universe however you please LOL

📸 What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Hmm... really, he savors the feeling of helping people! Each and every person he’s helped is slotted into his brain like a polaroid!

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Yeesh, he’s too old to dwell on these things! If he kept track of every failed case and the homophobia and ableism he’s had tossed his way in life he’d have no time for the things he enjoys!

🏚️ Is their current design their first one?

Sure is! I tend to stick with designs once I make them. Little changes may happen here and there to make them easier for me to draw but typically, my designs stay the same! His fur pattern might be choppy or smooth depending on the amount of time I want to put into drawing it though LOL

🧠 What originally inspired this OC?

Sara was drawing Sonic OCs and I hadn’t ever really put the time into making one. So I sat down, grabbed a pelt pattern I liked, and took a LOT from Benoit Blanc from Knives Out. Someone in the tags of his poll said he’s got Columbo energy but I haven’t actually watched it so I can’t say for sure whether he carries those traits or not. My favorite color is purple so it tends to sneak into my designs. I made him about a month before the Sonic Murder Mystery game hilariously enough.

🎬 What genre do they belong in?

Mystery of course! Maybe comedy/mystery?

🏳️‍🌈 What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Gay for sure, trans maybe? I haven’t decided for sure and I don’t think he’s the type to really care too much for labels for himself. He uses He/Him mostly but won’t go out of his way to correct people.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 How many siblings does your OC have?

I haven’t really thought about it honestly. I’ll probably give him a sister. Feels right.

🧑‍🍼 What is the OC’s relations w/their parents like?

Not great. He was outed in his late teens and they. Did not react well. He already had a rough time from his undiagnosed autism and it never really got better. He’d liked to have improved things with them but he just... never really got around to it.

💜 What do you like most about the OC?

I just think he’s a silly guy :) I am pretty happy with his design too! I’m quite proud of how my skills have improved in that aspect.

🖍️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

This is honestly the most I’ve done since making him LOL I work a full time job and my brain is more focused on Warriors atm tbh

🔪 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Oh absolutely not. I’m the type of guy who makes ocs for fun and to push them together like dolls! Maybe if I made him as a teen things would be different.

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Sort of? He’s got a lot of mental things going on about germs. Washes his hands a LOT and is very aware of just how much others don’t. Maybe snakes too since he’s a cat.

❤️‍🔥 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

His own mind if truly his greatest enemy tbh. Turns out that constantly being on alert for clues can make you a little paranoid.

⏱️ How long have you had the OC?

According to discord, since January 17th, 2023!

#sonic oc

[jacksparrowfanpage]

Heartstrings - Chapter 1

hello! i have decided to bite the bullet and finally start a chapter story. i'm gonna be honest, its a lot like your basic enemies to lovers but you can't really go wrong with enemies to lovers!

pairing - jack sparrow x reader

warnings - mention of death

They all say you are crazy, but don’t believe them. 

Something about the rush of the wind, the rough swaying of the seas have called you. Joining the British Royal Navy had been a desire for you since you had been a young child with dreams. Something that you thought would bring great honor, and maybe you would even be famous. Being a female in the Navy wasn’t something that was very common, but you always finished first before even the strongest man. Being a woman in these times was harsh, but you always got through it. 

Soon you had sustained a rather harsh injury, and an overall decision your commander had transferred you underneath the East India Trading Company. It wasn’t much of a change to you, there was just less sea time involved. 

Boots clicked against the polished wooden floor, as you walked through the lamp-lit hallway. A stone cold expression masked your face, as you walked through the hallways for what seemed like for hours. Another pair of boots could soon be heard coming towards you, “Y/N. Lord Cutler Beckett wants to speak with you.” One of your commanders said, and you nodded. Turning on your heel, you walked up a flight of stairs. 

Everyone in your section knew how powerful and crazy you were, and they tended to steer away from you. Your sword skills were suspiciously similar to a way a Pirate would. Some people had questioned you about it, but it was just the way you had been taught growing up. 

Pirates were something that you absolutely despised, and you hope that you could stay as far as you could away from those rum soaked squabblers. With all your time in the EITC and the Royal Navy, you had only run in with pirates about a half of dozen times. 

The most infamous pirate you had met was the one and only Jack Sparrow. You had only met him once, but you would rather keep it that way. The way he spoke, or even breathed angered you. 

The sectional you had been placed in kept rather close to shore, even when on ships. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to travel across the sea, even to the northern side. The Caribbeans, The Bahamas, something new. Of course, it was a small choice that you would be selected to go to those types of places. As they said, women were too weak to do those types of jobs. You didn’t really understand why you couldn’t go places like your male comrades, but you didn’t complain. 

Raising a hand, you knocked on the door to Lord Beckett’s office. “Enter.” You heard a voice enter, and you entered the room. “Y/N.” You saw the Lord sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of tea. “Please, sit down.” You nodded, sitting down across from him. T

The Lord poured a cup of tea for you, gently setting it down in front of you. “I called you in here to talk to you about something, about a certain pirate.” The word pirate caught your attention, and you raised a brow at the mention of a pirate. “I don’t entangle myself with beings like that, I’d rather keep some kind of dignity.” You said, taking a sip of the black tea. 

“You see, there is a certain pirate, you may have heard of him. Jack Sparrow?” The word made you keep a deep breath, setting down the cup of tea. “I know you haven’t had much time on the sea, and this is your chance Y/N. If you can kill him, I will guarantee you a more honorable role in the East India Trading company; Instead of patrolling the hallways every single day of your miserable life.” You looked at him, taking a few deep breaths. 

“I only have one question, Lord Beckett. Why me? Why one of the only women here?” You asked, and which seemed to catch the Lord a little bit off guard. “Well, you see Y/N. I’ve seen the way you fight, and I think you have a genuine chance of killing Jack Sparrow. It seems impossible, half of my men have given their own lives trying to take that man's life.” He said, swirling another sugar cube into his tea. 

You nodded, thinking for a moment. “I will take the deal, under one condition.” You said, standing up and pushing your chair in. “Which what is?” He asked, a devilish smile on his face. “If I successfully kill the notorious Jack Sparrow, I’ll need help from a crew, if i’m not mistaken? I want to be able to choose my own crew, and I want your best men.” 

Lord Beckett nodded, “I will allow that, under one condition. Your husband cannot go, we don’t need any distractions that may disrupt your mission.” You nodded, agreeing to his terms. 

#james norrington #captain jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow oneshot #oneshot #curse of the black pearl #angst #fluff #elizabeth swann #potc #hector barbossa #at worlds end

[augment-techs]

Torn between "That noise... keep making it" and "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me" for O&A SkullBilly... so writer's choice 👍

SHORT VERSION. I feel the need to expand on AO3...

Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress-- 'We're getting into those dangerous heart attack years and I'm not one to look forward to waking up in the morning without you on the other side of the bed.' Billy let out a deep breath, hands holding fast the the doorway he stood in, back against one side and fingers kneading the wood of the other, careful not to tighten too much as his reinforced Ranger strength was still active now after all the shit that had gone down in the last year. That issue with mentoring the Cosmic Fury team, getting Mr. Akana a therapist that treated Rangers so he could start to healing process as well as take up some new social skills he'd been desperately in need of (poor thing; it was a wonder he and Amelia had dated at all—her being so sure of herself and his being all front and cover. Billy wasn't at all surprised when they had an actual mutual break up and started seeing Javi and Aiyon, respectively); then losing Trini and taking up Minh with Zack and just...everything. The tip of a clever tongue flicked against the head of his cock, snatching a gasp out of his throat that curled into a soft moan as the flat of the tongue pressed further down and slid under Billy's foreskin, circling in earnest to cause little sparks of delight as warm fingertips smoothed against his balls. Another hand reached up to smooth against his cheek, Billy blinking his eyes open languidly as the tongue pulled back, but the fingertips kept on; lovely eyes with crow's feet at their edges stared pointedly up into his bright Blue. "Hey now sweetheart, don't close your eyes," Eugene smiled, whispering at the head he continued to play with, thumb and two fingers tracing up and down the baby soft skin to lightly jack his partner, "Look at me. I'm right here and you're going to have a good time and not think about anything else." "But--" Skull opened wide, tongue relaxed and accepting Billy's length into his throat with the practiced ease of years. His upper lip smoothed to cover his teeth as he started a steady bobbing motion that worked open Billy's mouth into a pretty little 'O' at the appreciation of his technique and practiced trade. Billy let go of the doorframe with one hand to steady it at the back of the head with lovely thick black hair that was starting to get little streaks of grey the genius well and truly adored spotting and combing his hands through in the mornings. He didn't clench against the roots, but he palmed the little hook at the meeting of head and neck when his hips canted a little. The jeans Skull had expertly worked open when Billy had come home after pulling yet another all-nighter slid further down so Skull was no longer playing with his balls through the open fly; his hands now traveled to the 'goddamn righteous' ass. Billy made another deep noise as those fingers—completely expert on most instruments and more than serviceable with Billy's body—pulled his cheeks apart and brushed against his hole as Skull really started working to swallow. Skull's nose was in the little dusting of blond pubic hair that Billy often whined about wanting to shave because he thought of it as, "A very 70s state of cleanliness," but Skull always talked him out of since, "You need the protection, babe. You never appreciate the soft stuff until you're all skin and vulnerable and then it starts growing back and you hate wearing literally everything. And also, I like it."

#boom! comics power rangers #Power Rangers: Once and Always #Billy Cranston x Eugene Skull Skullovitch #mmor #ask fill #prompt fill #mature | sexy times

[ryker-writes]

Hey! Congratulations on 1.2k!!!! That's Amazing!!

This is my about me for the matchup event. (I may have went overboard).

I go by Caine! (and a few other names)

I'm considered an ambivert, but lean more towards introvert. I'm very socially awkward. I'm autistic with ADHD, anxiety, and depression.

I love collecting monster high dolls, cats, Alternative subcultures, oddities (ex: bone collecting), the color teal, true crime, horror media, cartoons, anime, taking naps, my plushies, drawing, and listening to music.

I strongly dislike spiders, mean people, people who hate on others for things they can't control, really little kids (under 1 to 2 y/o), hot weather (bc sensory issues), snow, mosquitos, itchy fabrics, pickles, olives, most spicy foods, and eating mushrooms (looking at them is fine).

I want someone around my height. I'm around 5'4 (162 cm).

My love language is physical touch. Though my second highest was words of affirmation.

Thank you so much! I love the theme of your blog and the Draculaura profile pic btw! I used to be a big monster high fan too and my favorite was Abbey Bominable. She's so cool. Anyway, onto the matchup!

"Caine! Welcome in! I'm glad you asked for a matchup, but I must admit, I almost immediately knew who to put you with. Maybe it's just so clear that he's perfect for you, or maybe my...matchmaking powers are particularly strong right now. Either way, I know who to give you.

Lilia is obviously the perfect man for you."

he would definitely be interested in Monster High and no one can convince me otherwise

Lilia is a jack of all trades and likes almost all the same things you do!

he will bring you back so many little things from his travels

late night horror dates? Heck yeah

cuddling together and watching horror sounds amazing to him

he will help you in any social situations that you need him too, he's great with people after all!

Lilia's going to cook for you and he takes great care to avoid the foods you don't like...that doesn't mean it's good though

he's constantly giving you affection with physical touch and words of affirmation

it's natural for him to just give you hugs and compliment you and tell you how much he loves you all the time

honestly, it happens every time you see him

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

May please ask how did ocs react to Valerie?

Ehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheh

Their first meeting was all with Valerie being a lovely host for dinner and were amazed

She's so pretty and strong and takes care of seven kids mainly by herself so they were impressed

Though sadly there was a slight issue. . .

When Valeria is welcoming everyone, a little force habit of being very welcoming since they seem like her actual children, Charles flinched around her. He tries to smile and laugh it off as he walked it but it was obvious. He was abused by his mother and only knew that and the gentle touch of the nurses when he was being treated for his injuries. He wasn't really allowed to touch his new guardian due to her own injuries so most times he hugs his friends or his pillows

Aya was the most eager to meet her, there was just something about these two meeting was strong

Sia, though she had fun, was a bit thick walled at first. She found it hard to trust her as a mom at first until she started seeing it first hand in not just her own kids but her treating them, her guests, as if they were her kids as well and often praising each of them so much

Joseph was kind of a mix of Sia and Charles with him not having a real mom vibe for a real long time and was distance with her at first, that fixed fast

Maria was flustered cause Valerie was actually treating her like how parental people should

I'll put what I put in their dinner reblog here:

"Oh, I have some baby pictures of my kids, wanna see them?" "MOM!" "YES!"

Heads turn and look at Janice who's eyes shimmer with herself nearly out the table. She LOVES kids and baby pictures are a must to see

Between pictures being passed and conversations being made, pretty much everyone began to feel comfortable around Valerie in her home, especially the ones who lack a mother in their lives

At one point in the night Joseph's phone goes off hinting someone's trying to call in which he asked Valerie if it's okay to answer on speaker, she agrees and hit's answer to hear his step-mother instantly bickering in the phone which he kept calm and silent as he let her go off about how the place isn't cleaned and how she was out shopping all day and his dad is mad and blah blah blah

After she was done he hung up and stated "And this is why I get high."

He stops and looks at Valerie before stammering, "In high I mean, high in my grades. Like, wow, my grades are through the roof..heh... Wow..wow.. this uh...this chicken taste amazing Mrs Kemonohito.." While Jac tries to not laugh

Suddenly Sha thought of something

"Oh yeah, Nadia, your brothers mentioned a boyfriend you had. What he do?"

The table thought long in hard how to explain Mozenrath without informing the whole he's an immortal demisexual sorcerer who has a floating talking eel as his only friend

"...He does trades. Travels a lot."

Later in the night when desert was about to be present Marie looked at her phone and began to gather her things, "Sorry everyone. I have to go help father at the church tonight."

Janice sighs, "You help every night, I'm sure Mr Stick-Up-The-Butt can let you have fun just this once."

Maria chews her lip and shuffled on her feet, "Yeah.. But me and Hugo got this awesome new booking cleaning set. Like it cleans faster than my old feather duster and plus the statues aren't going to wash themselves." She said with a semi forced smile

Janice playfully pouts before standing and going to Maria, "Want me to want you home princess?" Maria blushes, "Oh no no no, I..I can walk just fine Jan, thanks for the offer."

Janice looks behind Maria to the table who just watches them in silence with Jac silently going to kissing motion with Jack staring at him confused and Wilhelm mouthing "Tell her, tell her"

Janice breaths in, "We'll see you tomorrow then."

Maria nods and walks out after thanking for the stay and Janice sits back in her chair where all her friends voice an array of disappointment

Wilhelm puts his head in his hands "I've known you both for years and that was hard to watch..." He mumbled

"Come on guys, it wasn't the right time-"

"You two could easily be in Paris fucking France, dancing in the moon light with roses everywhere while the Lady and the Tramp Italian dudes are singing that song where the spaghetti kiss happened and you'd STILL say it wasn't the right time!" Whined Aya as she slumped in her chair

"She could be straight-" She stopped when Sia stared at her like "don't even joke that idea"

Wilhelm finds her very fun

Janice is being her overly charming self as always

Ivan kept looking at his place not of embarrassment but cause Valerie kept filling it

Sha giggles as Valerie praises her

Jac was. . . really trying not to be his usual self

#disney villain recruiters #disney villain recruiter au #valerie kemonohito #wilhelm waldeck #joseph melissa #charles audley #celosia ariti #sia ariti #janice jones #janice k jones #jacques euston #ivan smith #maria moulin #aisha marwan #sha marwan #ayanna ejiofor #aya ejiofor

[bonesandthebees]

thoughts about the future of "the stars and their children", and future paths:

i'm unsure what philza's play is here for the fate of tommy and wilbur. at present, my hypothesis is that he's trying to antagonize wilbur to force him to learn how to play politics; this is a form of training in and of itself. i do not think he currently cares for his best interests, especially since wilbur is the spare and has tommy's ear, so dividing them would make it easier to influence tommy

gaining familial connections to crimeboys is probably the best way for emerald duo to gain political control over the planet; it's much easier to convince someone to make [x] decision if they've got warm ties to you, etc etc. unsure if the antarctic empire is a hegemonic one (like the delian league, or the early roman republic), but even if antarctica doesn't directly influence Eldingvegr's politics, it has a sizable amount of control over it

furthermore, it would make ruling much more palatable to Eldingvegr's citizens. tommy is presumably very well liked, and therefore that goodwill might extend to any of his psuedo family members.

actually in hindsight the antarctic empire is definitely hegemonic. mantle strikes me as a vassal state like the british raj lmao. it produces water (and fuel + oxygen for deep space travel; hydrogen and oxygen gas) and jack else so it's probably very profitable

the main cast is correct. tommy and wilbur do not have much leverage as philza's guests, and as political players in general. should crimeboys solicit emerald!duo's help in taking back their planet, that leaves a natural power vacuum for their benefactors to jump back in. i'm also curious as to why *themis* isn't kicking up more of a fuss—are they having internal conflict? have they decided to wash their hands of the situation for fear of entangling with the essempi or with antarctica? etc etc. tommy could make a plea for their assistance -> play up blood ties and sovereignty, and use the threat of themis's displeasure to convince philza to back off, but 50/50 on whether that'll work

crimeboys's main disadvantage is their lack of information; emeraldduo can throttle what they receive and how they get it, especially if it's offworld news. on the flip side, they're getting more intel on the dynamics of the antarctic empire by being in that palace lol

their other main disadvantage is wilbur's cratering mental stability

this is also speculation but imo one of their biggest advantages is time. the longer they wait, the more time dream has to ship blaziphane (100% i've misspelled that lmao), which makes emeraldduo jittery and forces them to play hardball with crimeboys to get them on board, or go all-in with an invasion to take the blaziphane trade back

and i don't think i need to mention that military campaigns are costly in terms of man-power and money esp as dream is probably not a pushover

anyway, thank you for letting me talk on your blog! looking forward to see what happens next :D -🦜

ooo interesting hypothesis ;) as always I don't comment on theories but again, interesting!

yeah you see the main reason philza and technoblade are still negotiating with tommy and wilbur is precisely bc they dont want to deal with the fallout of the population hating them if some random strangers took over. having tommy, the royal heir, on their side or possibly even having a familial connection to them would certainly help make the situation more palatable

also yeah I'd say hegemonic definitely isn't wrong. I'd say most of the planets under AE's rule are vassal states in some way or another, but the level of control AE exerts over the planets highly varies just depending on the individual planet. the thing is, schlatt is pretty content to let phil and techno have final say on a lot of things regarding mantle, and it IS a very profitable planet for them to have under their control. but even if schlatt wasn't okay with that control, mantle really didn't have a lot of power on its own prior to joining the Empire, so the situation would've ended up the same anyway. in comparison, phil exerts far less control on kinoko, primarily because kinoko was a fairly powerful planet on its own prior to becoming part of the empire, so they still have quite a bit of their own standing

i'm hesitant to compare any of the planets under antarctic rule to real world examples like the british raj mostly because so many real world examples like that were heavily rooted in racism and/or white supremacy and the idea that western culture was the 'civilized' culture, whereas stars is sci fi space fiction about block men. I just don't want to risk people thinking i'm trying to put real world things like that in a positive light, or think i'm not portraying those kind of power dynamics accurately and making them out to be better than they were, because that's not what i'm trying to portray. i'm just trying to write complicated space politics yknow?? that's just a disclaimer i wanted to put out there

themis will eventually be brought up again! though I will say, it's been mentioned a few times by a few characters that themis doesn't seem to care a whole lot for tommy and wilbur, so keep that in mind :)

the thing is, even though you're right and emerald duo have access to more off planet information that tommy and wilbur don't, pretty much no one in the galaxy outside of Essempi knows wtf is going on on Eldingvegr rn. the planet has essentially been cut off from everyone else, so emduo really doesn't have a whole lot more info on Eldingvegr than tommy and wilbur do atm

hm, while I see the logic, just curious why phil and techno would need to try and get moving before dream ships out the blaziphane? it's not as if they can't just get more blaziphane after they take Eldingvegr over. there's not really a race against that I'd say. it's not like there's one singular shipment of blaziphane for the rest of time. it's a continuous source that they regularly send shipments out for

oh yeah military campaigns are very costly, so taking Eldingvegr back won't be a walk in the park

tysm for the thoughts!! love hearing what you guys think!

#long post #ask #parakeet anon #thats what im gonna call you i cant tell if thats actually a parakeet or not #but it kind of looks like one so #thats what you are #the stars and their children

[septicbadger]

The Beginnings of an Ego Story

So, this is a story that I wrote in creative writing sessions in GCSE English. I’m sharing it today to celebrate 10 years of Sean’s amazing channel. I hope anyone who commits to reading this will enjoy past me’s take on the characters.

Jack of All Trades:

One – The Shop Seán passed many kinds of faces, locals and visitors. There were young couples, school trips, families, people of all varying culture. Today was the day he decided to take a break from his busy work schedule to take an evening walk down The Lanes of Brighton, looking out for cool merch and gifts for his girlfriend. He stopped, his dyed green and puffy hair coming to a stop from its bouncing. There was a new shop opening that caught his eye. When he had first moved there in May after travelling from Ireland, it was just an old wooden framed building, run down and built around. He had gradually seen it, an antique shop with a mystical feel, be bought and reshaped with a new sign out front and a basement level as well. Maybe he could find some décor to line the walls or something for a project he had planned? As he chimed the little bell dangling over the entrance door a sudden smell hit him, like dusty old wood or an old carpet or a damp ceiling. There were so many treasures haphazardly strung around in disarray, old chests and tables, stuffed animals and skulls, dirty but dazzling ancient mirrors. Those were just a few things his ‘baby blue’ eyes found first. Silver cutlery and models were on a table in front of him and as Seán shuffled past, he noticed a little old shopkeeper, crammed away with balding white hair, a monocle and waistcoat. He almost looked like a stuffed antique himself. “Hello,” let out Seán. “Good day to you, young sir. Welcome to Marvin’s Antiques. We’ve only just opened so... is there anything in particular you are looking for?” he asked as he stood in a slightly unsettling way. “No, er, not really thanks. I’ll just have a look around thanks er... Are you Marvin?” “No... ha, no. Marvin is downstairs; he’s the spirit of this place...” the shopkeeper paused as he saw the change in Seán’s face. “Not a phantom or anything like that, just an old mask on the wall downstairs. It hangs over the magic section, on the left as you go down those stairs... Do you want me to show you?” “Um, no... I mean no thank you.” “Oh, no, I insist. I can tell you are interested. I can feel it. Let me show you.” “Okay... but I think I can manage by myself. On the left, down those stairs.” The old man nodded as Seán navigated his way to the back of the shop. What had he gotten himself into? He never liked being the only customer on a shop, especially one that gave him the creeps as much as Marvin’s Antiques. A deer’s head seemed to follow him edge down the first step. “Be careful of the paintings!” Seán took the warning and moved with more timid urgency to the basement. The smell seemed even mustier down there, and colder.

Two - Marvin Seán gravitated to the left, pulled like a puppet from his head and chest. He almost knocked over the ‘magic’ bookshelf which held not just books, but a crystal ball, old playing and tarot cards in piles, strange gems and coins, artefacts and necklaces and more... But above it, their eyes met. Well, Seán’s eyes were transfixed on empty sockets. A mask. It was porcelain but looked eerily primeval. A mask with a strange neutral, blank expression, almost so you could never tell the wearer’s feelings behind it. But it was also a stage mask, probably belonging to some semi-famous old magician. It also had cat ears moulded on. And whiskers. And a cat’s nose. The feline features had been painted on with peeling reds and purples. On the mask’s forehead were the four card suits. A red diamond was in the centre, with a red heart below it. On the left was a black club and on the right was a black spade. Seán reached for it, like he was a child reaching for the cookie jar. His mind was split but his hand made the decision. It, Seán’s right hand, twitched and convulsed as he found himself touching the mask. Light, like a glitch in reality, green and brighter than the sun, blinded Seán and sent him back into an antique red leather armchair. As his vision returned, Seán saw the aftermath. Two playing cards had somehow found themselves by his feet. On the left was a black joker, and on the right was the jack of diamonds. What had happened? A strange vial holding pickled eyeballs, that Seán hoped was fake, had smashed. Glass was spattered along with the green goo from the vial over the old planked floor; it seeped through the boards. But one eye, dyed green with a blue iris, had escaped the glass and seemed to look right back at Seán from its position by the jack. What the hell had happened? Many other ‘magic’ objects littered the floor but Seán didn’t observe them as he realised his right hand was going red, still holding ‘Marvin the Mask’ like it was the oxygen he needed to live. Luckily, he didn’t die as he carelessly chucked it on the ground. He needed to leave. Tentatively, Seán stepped in the direction of the exit steps. He slowly moved his feet over an old revolver, recognising it as probably real. A few steps away from freedom from this hellish, crazy experience Seán felt a crunch. Who would believe him anyway? Who was that old shopkeeper? Turning, Seán saw that he had trodden on an old pocket watch with a raven insignia on it. But, as he turned back the head up the stairs, the old shopkeeper, monocle and all, was grinning, grimacing back at him. He had a strange glint in is eye, a sparkle that shone into Seán’s soul.

Three - Running In moments, the old man had sped down the stair, much too quickly for his apparent age, unnatural. Seán found himself staggering backwards over the revolver which seemed to draw him to it. No, Seán told himself in his head. He couldn’t use it. He wouldn’t. But, nothing about this was normal. Now, Seán found himself side by side with a trophy on a wall-mounted shelf. It clattered as his shoulder bashed the shelf and in the same moment, in a lightning-quick, jerky, robotic motion, the shopkeeper reached for the revolver and kicked aside a vintage stethoscope. It seemed to pull Seán to it with a shimmering, burning drive, like the mask, the two cards, joker and jack with the eyeball, the pocket watch, the revolver and now some old eye mask, blue glittering fabric which had also fallen to the floor. But what good would a stethoscope do him in this moment anyway? The gun was pointed at him as his thoughts raced even faster than his heart. “Oh f-” Seán was cut off from his profanity. “Found Marvin alright?” The old man’s voice was like sandpaper, evil sandpaper that was pointing a gun at him. He continued. “Are you... feeling different? They’ve been craving for release, for a new bod-” Now it was the shopkeeper’s turn to be cut off as Seán grabbed the trophy and found his mark. He knocked the gun away from the old man’s grasp, giving Seán enough time to belt like a rabbity chased by death, past him and up the stairs. The old man seemed to let it happen but as Seán knocked into and knocked over piles of antique books, he suddenly appeared again by the counter, like a teleporting apparition. Seán shoved past him and out the shop door, the jingle of the bell now a welcome sound, a freedom. He would not be followed into the street by the shopkeeper from hell. Hell—that was what Seán thought he was in. Running, running, running. Running down The Lanes. Focussed on his goal, his idea of safety, in this current moment the seafront, where he knew his friends would be, taking their two pugs for a walk to the burned down old pier. Running, running, running. Wait, what was that?

Four – Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? No, it’s a hallucination! Stopping, Seán turned to gaze atop a four-floored building, nearing the seafront. As abruptly as he stood still, heads turned like moths to his lightbulb head. Some teen on a bike let loose his limited vocabulary. But Seán paid no attention to their judgement. What was that? Who? A man was perched on the flat rooftop, one leg kneeling. He held his arms to his hips. He wore a tight red spandex bodysuit which went from his ankles to over his head as a stretchy hood. Tied across his face and over his ears was a blue eye mask. However, what concerned Seán the most were the details he could see, even from across the street. Tufts of green hair escaped like waves from under his hood. And he had the same trimmed beard. In fact, everything was the same. Seán rubbed his eyes. That was him up there, the same proportions and mannerisms for holding himself, the same everything. Seán had always wanted to be a superhero, like Spider-Man on the city skyline. This ‘superhero Seán’ turned his head, a smile brimming beautiful white teeth. “Don’t worry citizen! Jackieboy Man is here to save you!” Nobody else seemed to notice the shouting clone on the rooftop. And ‘Jackieboy Man’, what kind of a hero name was that? Well, the Jackie part Seán could maybe understand; his mother had always called him Jack when he was younger, his friends called him Jack, his girlfriend even called him Jack sometimes. Was he going mad? No, after the antique shop, the creepy shopkeeper and the mask, this was magic! He would never have thought it possible; he’d wanted to, but why would this happen to him? “Citizen?” Jackieboy Man called out again to Seán, but he was already back on his run to find his friends. Before he could get to them, though, he saw something else, a third him, leaning against the wall of an alley. This was perhaps even stranger.

Five – The Good Doctor “’ello zere!” Do you need any... assistance?” The first thing Seán thought was: Why am I now a doctor with a bad German accent?” “I am Doctor Schneeplestein, or Schneep as my friends called me before zey died! Hehe...” “Why? Who? Schneep? Another one?” “Anozer what? Doctor? I just came out from my practice for a little smoke- ah... little break. It’s just through zis alley and to ze left.” “No... sorry doctor... I- I need to go.” “Oh no, don’t be in a hurry! Just relax. Breathe. Zis is vat I do vith my patients before I operate on zem. I don’t know vy zey vorry; my record is four out of ten non-fatal operations! I am a one-hundred certified doctor!” It was getting dark and this doctor, with a bad survival rate, was edging closer to Seán. Then he realised that Schneep was looking at where Seán’s tattoo still had red skin around it. It was of a symbol, a fictional design from a video game. It suited him well since he had had it done four days ago. “Oh... I see some irritation around your lovely tattoo.” This uniformed, stethoscope-wearing doctor clone of Seán held his arm and there was a strange feeling, a pull like with all the objects in the antique shop. “Do not vorry. I could get some cream or lotion for you. It won’t sting!” “No thank you doctor. I think I’ll be fine. I- I don’t want to keep you from your practice any longer. Have a nice rest of your day!” People walking by stopped to regard Seán as crazy and then moved on. What were these... hallucinations, these visions of alter egos? He needed to catch his friends, Felix and Marzia, before they walked their pugs back home. He was close now; he just needed to get to the burnt down pier where they usually stopped and sat on a bench, and he could tell them what was happening, he needed to tell someone he could trust. “Okay goodbye! I hope to see you again! I am quite a friendly doctor! I just hope zere vill be no bad circumstances ven ve do!”

Six – You Have to Believe Me! Having escaped his encounters with Jackieboy Man and Doctor Schneeplestein, Seán finally caught up with Felix and Marzia who were in fact sitting where he thought they’d be. But what had that mask done? Was he being haunted? The creepy old shopkeeper had said something about ‘They’ve been craving for release.’ Where they ghosts? But why did they both look exactly like him? Out of breath, Seán landed himself on the bench next to Felix, careful not to tread on Edgar, one of two pugs. “Jack!” Felix exclaimed in his Swedish accent. Seán and Felix had met over long distance through work. Now they lived in the same city at least. “Jack, what’s wrong?” asked Felix and Marzia hugged their other pug, Maya, closer to her chest in worruy. “You’ve been running, is this part of a new ‘get fit’ routine?” “No, Felix. I think- something... Something had happened. Antique shop,” Seán exhaled. “Creepy shopkeeper, magic mask, strange ghost clones, superhero... doctor- I'm being hautned or-” “Woah, calm down Jack. Go slower, breathe. You’re very out of breath,” said Felix, worried for his friend’s wellbeing. Had he spent too long in a VR headset again? “Jack?” began Marzia. “What are you looking at?” “They’re everywhere. More spirit mes...” Seán let out after his questioning. In total four more Seáns were standing on the burnt down pier. “Marvin! And... who are those?” “Jack what are you on about?” Loosely standing in the back of the group of hallucinations was another him, dressed in a blue waistcoat and a bowler hat, very dapper with a pocket watch glinting in the fading light. Another version seemed to be holding a green and orange nerf pistol and wore a grey and red snapback. He stood further in front than the other, pistol aimed through a gap for an impossible trick. But the other two really scared Seán. The first of these two wore all black clothes but held a gleaming kitchen knife. There seemed to be blood around his neck. Had he killed himself? Then he disappeared and the air around him seemed to shift in lines. The last one had a black cloak around his neck and a blue stage shirt to match. And he wore Marvin’s mask, a strange aura around his hands. “JACK!?” Felix and the rest of the world came back to Seán, and so did a few passersby’s stares. “Wha- who... Felix, you can’t see them can you?” “See what? We’re here to help and it’s getting late; why don’t you start from the beginning and go slowly as we walk you home.” “No, it’s okay.” Seán sat on the bench next to Marzia, leaving Felix standing. “I decided to visit the new antique shop...”

Now Felix held his hand on Seán’s shoulder and was consoling him. Seán now had a pug on his lap; it looked slightly scared. “It’s okay now Jack, we’ll walk you back. You can’t see them anymore. They’re gone. You’re gonna be fine. We can sort this out tomorrow.” “Thank you Felix, and you Marzia for listening.” Seán’s own girlfriend must be worried. “You’re right. Let’s go...”

Seven – Two-Faced Marzia had taken the pugs home so now Seán and Felix walked side by side, striding down the main shopping streets that had seemed a lot more packed earlier. The visions seemed to have disappeared and Seán felt more fulfilled inside. He felt sane with Felix next to him, like a bodyguard against the world. They stopped a few times to look through shop windows and Seán mocked an item he could see through the glass. Felix noted Seán was becoming himself again, but it was only a short happy thought. Abruptly Seán’s face dropped as if lightning had struck and killed his best friend. But what he saw in the glass rippled through his soul. The same version of him, the same spirit dressed in black, hair crazier than his and smile wilder than a grinning hyena’s. His skin looked slightly green. The demon held a knife still and began moving it just above the cut line on his neck, a jesting tree-feller stuck with the saw. “Over and over...” it said in a voice, high and gleeful like a child but with a base drum’s deadly undertone. It sounded slightly... artificial. “Tired of playing pretend. Stuck in that mask. I thought I’d be stuck forever... inside,” it chimed again, hauntingly. “Say goodbye.” It lifted the knife behind Felix, ready to strike. Seán turned as Felix was oblivious and concerned again with his behaviour. “Felix!” Seán called out. Swish! The knife fell through the air as if a waterfall had suddenly burst to life. But Felix was fine. He lifted a hand out to Seán. “Oh Jack... shh. It’ll be okay. I’m fine, let’s move on.” Seán was not fine. His face changed. He looked down. He was wearing all black. And he held a knife. Seán could feel his limbs moving, the knife heavy in his hand/ He wasn’t in control. That demon spirit was. “You stopped paying attention, Felix. You just watched as this happened! Powerless. He is my puppet now.” Felix was now the one with his face in shock. He couldn’t see the black clothes or the knife but... that voice. Had one of his best friends really gone insane? “Seán?” he asked feebly. “I wonder what will happen to your best friend this time?” Seán could see himself raise the knife, its blade pointed at Felix like a magnet to another magnet. He was screaming inside, for help, to help Felix, for this whole thing to have been false. He prayed this wasn’t real. All of this crying out was over soon as the knife edge slashed down. No blade stabbed into Felix but he staggered and tumbled onto the road. The concrete made his knee gush red as the warm liquid was soaked up by the fabric of his jeans. For a second Seán was himself; his face returned with an expression of a thousand words. What had he done?

Eight – Alter Egos Engulfing “Ah... ’ello zere. Felix is it? I am Doctor Schneeplestein. I see you have a bit of a graze zere. Let me get my suppliez...” “Seán?” “Seán? Who is Seán? Don’t worry Felix. You must be concussed.” “No... I... Oh...” Felix just gave up. “My hero,” he muttered darkly. “Did somebody say they needed a hero? Don’t fear Swedish citizen, Jackieboy Man is here!” Felix stood, debating whether to run from his crazed friend. People were gathering all around now, a crowd around the scene, unsure of what was happening/ “What kind of magic show is this?” one spectator asked. Seán posed differently again, feeling the cat mask on his face, the black cloak trailing behind him. He waved a wand around as he muttered, “Gather round, gather round! Marven the Magnificent is here to entertain one and all!” “Seán... please... stop... I’m...” Felix’s voice was so lost in despair it seeped through the spirits’ souls and to Seán himself. Suddenly Marvin was no more. These spirits were still weak but he could feel that demon one twisting inside. Seán was so shocked though, at what he had done, at what was happening inside him and he covered his face as it flushed red. He held his hands to his face all the way through the crowd until he was far from anybody. Seán collapsed on the ground in a dark alley, the stars over his head. He was alone again, lost in this torment. But what could he do? He tried to focus on all that had happened since he had entered that shop. He didn’t know how long it took but his brain locked onto an idea. Obviously, the mask was magic, but when he touched it, and the spirits had entered his body, those other objects that had fallen seemed infused with the same power. And he had the strong suspicion that the spirits that were overtaking his body each had an item they were tied to. He repeated the list in his mind, of all he had seen. Repeating over and over which spirit related to which object, lingering on what a twist of fate it was that a jack had fallen. And that eye... He had to destroy the items. But before Seán could hatch a plan, his eyes looked to the wall at the end of the alley. Something or somebody, compelled him to vault it. He stood, not by his own accord, and looked against a blank wall as if he was talking to an audience behind a camera. “Hey guys! I’m Chase, and welcome back to Bro Average!” Seán could tell he was now controlled by the spirit that had been holding that nerf gun, some mind-mockery of the revolver. He felt the cap on his green hair. “Today, we are attempting something I’m calling... The Back Alley Wall Hop.” He felt his legs come to life, breaking into a sprint... but then he saw a familiar knife in his hand. “Not so fast Chase. I’m in control! It’s all over now. Say goodbye!” The knife-wielding demon spirit pushed Chase aside, fighting to gain control of Seán’s mind. “I am eternal! You shall not beat me to this body! None of you!” He felt like his brain was being attacked from all sides and there were glimmers of hope of all the other spirits inside. He preferred being Chase, Jackie, or even Schneep... Somebody walked past the alley. Seán raised his arms and strolled towards them. The knife shined under the light of the moon... The man turned, laughing. His monocle glinted in the same light too.

And that was as far as I got. I don’t think I had a real climax in mind, just the egos fighting for control of the one body.

Thanks for reading!

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