#if u see typos no u dont!

[barry-j-blupjeans]

"Can I be honest for a second?" Magnus asked, which was always a good way to start a conversation. Lucretia paused, her hand stalling over the drawing she had been doing of him. Magnus was sitting cross-legged on her bed, trying to figure out the Fantasy Rubik's Cube that Taako had given him earlier. Lucretia had no plans of telling him it was enchanted to never be able to solve.

"If you want to be?" Lucretia said.

"I'm..." Magnus glanced over his shoulder as if someone would be listening in on them. Lucretia was pretty sure that if anyone wanted to do that, they would have given up fifteen minutes ago when Magnus started yelling at the Rubik's Cube. "I lied. On my application."

Not so subtly, Lucretia opened to a new page in her journal.

"Oh?" she said.

"Not like, a big lie," Magnus said. "In fact, it probably doesn't even matter anymore, because technically it's not a lie anymore. But I feel bad about it. And I figured that no one can really kick me off the ship anymore, with the resets and everything, so!"

"You've intrigued me," Lucretia said. "Go on."

"I'm not actually twenty-two," Magnus said. "Or, I wasn't. I'm twenty-one."

"I already knew that," Lucretia said, slightly disappointed. She was hoping for something like "I killed Greg Grimaldis before Lup got the chance to" or "last cycle when I said I didn't steal your hair conditioner, I actually did, I'm so sorry, I'll buy you some more" or even something like "It's actually me that's been eating all the dirt from Merle's greenhouse, I'm just letting Merle take the blame."

Maybe the lack of drama is something she should be thankful for what with the yearly apocalypse.

"What!?" Magnus said, dropping the Rubik's Cube. "How??"

"Davenport had me do background checks on everyone before we left," Lucretia said. "You lying about your age is not the worst thing I found on you, Magnus."

"Well now I wanna know what was the worst thing you found," Magnus said, leaning forward.

"You got kicked out of your middle school football team because you punched your teammate. That also got you suspended."

"Darwin deserved it and I stand by that," Magnus said, lifting his nose into his air. Lucretia chuckled. "What else you got? Anyone else get suspended? Ooh, ooh! How old are Taako and Lup actually? Because they said they were four-twenty but I think they're just fucking with me."

"I can't disclose that information," Lucretia said. Magnus groaned, rolling his eyes. "But one time Barry got detention for throwing a pickle in someone's face and hitting them in the eye."

"Oh hell yes," Magnus said. "Give me more."

"Merle's got a criminal credit on the account that he has repeatedly tried to steal various plants from different areas, including the IPRE's director's office."

"Sounds about right!"

"Taako was one admitted to a hospital for severe burns on the same day Lup conveniently nearly got arrested for setting a store on fire," Lucretia said, getting into it now. "Davenport's got six older siblings and four younger ones. Merle got caught eating mulch from Fantasy Home Depot's garden department. I'm actually nineteen. Barry is banned from a Fantasy Party City in a town called Redwater because-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Magnus said. "Repeat that again."

"Barry got banned from-"

"No, the one before that," Magnus said. "You're nineteen?"

"You just told me you lied about your age too!" Lucretia said. "If anything, I was just following your lead."

"I added six months to my age!" Magnus said. "Not- not-"

"Four years," Lucretia said before she could stop herself. Damn. She needed to stop talking.

"How the hell did I think you were twenty-three," Magnus said, staring at her. "You look so young!"

"You told me literally yesterday I looked like I could be thirty," Lucretia said drily.

"That was a joke," Magnus dismissed. "Luce. Lucretia. Oh my gods."

"Magnus, please-"

"You let everyone make fun of me for being the youngest for the past six years!" Magnus said, throwing his hands up into the air. "Six years, Lucretia! And you never thought to help me once?"

"It was pretty funny," Lucretia said.

"It was not," Magnus said. "I can't believe you. How could you do this to me?" He turned his head away dramatically. Lucretia rolled her eyes. "I feel like I don't even know you anymore, Lucretia."

"I think being the youngest is more of a mind frame at this point," Lucretia said. Magnus huffed. "And you just proved my point, thank you."

"I'm gonna tell Dav," Magnus said.

"You can't," Lucretia said.

"I can," Magnus said, delightedly. He started to get up from the bed.

"You won't," Lucretia corrected. "No one will ever believe you."

Magnus paused, halfway off the bed. He narrowed his eyes at Lucretia.

"You're nineteen," Magnus said. "You can't tell me what to do. I'm older than you." He was grinning again. "I'm your superior now, Luce!"

"I'm not sure that's how it works," Lucretia said, but Magnus was already launching himself towards the door. She sighed, watching him throw it open and run down the hall. There was a faint shout of the word "nineteen!" and a very loud yelp from Barry that followed.

Lucretia turned back to her journal and continued to draw. Maybe she'd be able to sketch in peace before someone else burst in here.

#lucretia #magnus burnsides #taz #taz balance #taz stolen century #mine #ise cube writing #a weird lil thing that i wanted to do #getting the words out for this was Hard oof but it's the best I got sldfsd #just didnt wanna lose the idea #if u see typos no u dont!

[notdysfunk]

Oddly specific Sun/Moon comfort comic.

#sundrop #sundropfnaf #moondrop #moondropfnaf #fnaf moon #fnafmoon #moonfnaf #sunfnaf #fnaf sun #daycare attendant #daycare attendant fnaf #moon x reader #moondrop x reader #comfort comic #fluff #this is oddly specific #and for an oddly specific audience #also oooo u dont see the typo on the second to last panel oOoOo #*hypnosis swirl* #dont repost :p

[pcktknife]

OKAY so you know how when I draw or edit inklings/octos I add tails I finally did a thing about it !

#splatoon #splat2n #splat3n #octoling #inkling #off the hook #squid sisters #deep cut #< only their heads but they r here #myart #i forgot to add it but inklings tails tend to help them w balance #as per usual i type fast so if you see a typo no u dont *knife emoji x3*

[veneritia]

april 2024 camp nano wip intro - when comes the dawn

this is just something silly :)

taglist: @bloomingwrites @writinglyra @zmwrites @trapped-inadystopianovel @inky-duchess @aalinaaaaaa @seasteading @kaatiba @lazulis-stuff @serpentarii @sourrcandy @charlesjosephwrites @marrowwife @forever-and-almost-always @halcionic

Slide transcripts under the cut!

[TRANSCRIPT BEGINS]

Slide 1: Title slide

When Comes the Dawn, book 1 of 2

Slide 2: wdym my fantasy story has to have magic?

Set in a fantasy world loosely set in the late antiquities/early middle ages., where everyone alive has the capability to harness magic. But actually using it requires strict and intensive education (and maybe a phD or 5) so most people only know very basic spells.

In Trinitarian belief, it’s believed that the goddess Meidther gave her blood to bring humans to life, and because of that people are imbued with magic. No living person can be alive without magic because it’s literally impossible! Wait -- the emperor of Aetier has a what????

So there’s this weird phenomenon where on very rare occasions, babies will be born without magic. Called “deadbornes”, these babies are incompatible with life and usually end up passing away minutes to days later. With one notable exception (we’ll circle back to this later)

Slide 3: the set-up

The Empire of Aetier (or if you ask any local: “the gods’ specialist little empire”) has a very unique way of handling succession in the imperial family. That way is murder. Just murder. All heirs plot against one another in a formal-informal system called “The King’s Game.” It’s supposed to be a competition of skills, but it’s kind of warped itself into state-sanctioned fratricide (NOT to be confused with a battle royale. That’s just uncouth /j)

The last King’s Game ended 22 years ago, when Dantalion vi Aetier defeated and killed his half-sister in battle. As the victor, he crowned himself the new Vasilier of the empire and proceeded to bring in a new golden age of prosperity for his people. And nothing is wrong and everything is beautiful, and there is no way this can go wrong

... right?

It all starts on the day Fenice was born... where instead of being the healthy and uber powerful child Dantalion expected her to be, Fenice turns out to be a deadborne. Deadbornes are considered harbingers of ill omens, and siring one is a terrible way to start your new reign. And even stranger still is the fact that Fenice...doesn’t die? Someone call the priest and ask them what does it mean if your death omen refuses to go away

Slide 4: The plot

The end of the Hesperia-Aetier war brought new lands under the Empire’s rule, and with it, new ways to gain power and prestige in the Imperial Court. The biggest thorn in the empire atm is that Hesperia’s last king is still wandering the lands somewhere, waiting to strike.

Imperessa Fenice vi Aetier (who’s still alive and kicking) just lost her mom in the war, and now she’s desperate to prove herself to her estranged father that she’s more than a disappointment and wasted potential. And what better way to do that than to succeed him as the next Vasilier?

The problem? Only those that undergo an Ascension are considered legitimate contenders for the throne. The other problem? Dantalion won’t give her one.

Fenice: “Trade offer: I receive my own province to rule and an Ascension. You receive the head of the deposed king of Hesperia.” Dantalion: “Deal. But you have to marry his brother though” Fenice: “What”

[in big, bold, italicized font] disclaimer: this is not a romance

Slide 5: The plot pt. 2

Now wedded and gifted with a province of her own to rule , Fenice actually has to set-up her own power base and follow through with her end of the deal to find and kill the runaway king, as well as extinguish the rebellions he’s so keen on igniting.

But the more she looks for him, the more she realizes he’s being backed by someone much more powerful. But who?

And on totally unrelated note, there seems to be some weird rumors going around of some guy claiming to be Aretos vi Aetier, the son of the very same person Dantalion killed during the King’s Game 20+ years back. But that’s obviously fake news. Surely no one will fall for it!

Slide 6: The POV characters

[image description, the slide is split into two parts with fenice on the left and nikephoros on the right. end image description]

[heading ] fenice vi aetier

[image description: a face claim of the character is displayed on an arched frame, the model is female,has long red hair, pale skin, and an intense gaze]

20, she/her, imperessor of Aetier, Kaisarim of Isidore

the deadborne child that just won’t die

The most calculative and petty bitch you will ever meet

Has the constitution of a sick Victorian lady

Has an inferiority complex so bad it loops back around to a superiority complex

May have met god. not entirely sure

(Debuff) (unremovable) an off-putting aura that cancels out all magic in her immediate vicinity

Ginger

She’s soooo aroace

[heading ] nikephoros deominos

[image description: a face claim of the character is displayed on an arched frame, the model is male, has short light brown hair, is wearing a red sweater, and has his chin tucked into the crook of his arm, while leaning off the arm of a sofa. end image description.]

24, he/him, prince-consort, prince of Hesperia

has been having the worst day of his life for 5 years in a row and counting

his country? conquered. his brother? in hiding. his sister? captive. himself? trying not to die of liver failure

the opposite of a wife guy, the only person he hates more than his wife is his father-in-law loves his family, would be nice to see them though.

generally a nice guy but recent events has him very stressed and angry 24/7

has murderous urges almost all the time

At the bottom middle of the slide it says "married in body but divorced in spirit."

Slide 7: Major characters (spar's notes edition)

(no pictures bc face claimsare hard :(

[heading] dantalion vi aetier

47, he/him, vasilier of the empire

a living legend that all history nerds of the future would study

the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf

has many kids. is a father to maybe one of them

has many wives. is a husband to one, maybe two of them

canonically extremely pretty

surprisingly the only vi aetier to recieve the “kinslayer” epithet despite all previous generations also...slaying kin

Is a wife guy but for a specific wife only

conquered Hesperia as a pride thing

[heading] titania of taul

45, she/her, late vasilia of the empire

the most badass woman to ever walk the face of the earth

mother to fenice and first wife to the guy on the left

she dies before the book starts but she’s still present in the story because death has nothing on her

has many fun epithets such as “the strongest mage,” and “the scourge of men”

Titania is to Hesperians as Hannibal was to the Romans

A+ fighter, B+ mom

Not brought up or relevant in the story, but did you know no one knows who her mother is. One day, her dad just walked out into the wilderness to hunt and then a couple weeks or months later came back with Titania. no explanation was given

Slide 8: major characters cont.

[heading] andras vi drochona

44, he/him, imperessor of Aetier

Dantalion’s only full-blooded sibling, and also his only living sibling

the vasilier’s right hand man

lopped off his own sword arm to prove his loyalty

Designated a forever bachelor by the government

terrible at being comforting

likes to mess with his nieces and nephews

[heading] charles vi aetier

18, he/him, imperessor of Aetier

dantalion’s second child

everyone’s favorite person and can do no wrong

has to always be ok or he’ll detonate like a nuke

achilles coded bi-disaster, take that however you will

a disney prince trapped in game of thrones someone please help this boy out he just wants his family to get along

absolute mama’s boy

[heading] sola eidos

27, he/him

that is not his real name, he made it up

could be the star of his own book ngl

primarily deals in information nowadays but sometimes he misses the adrenaline rush that comes from a well-executed assassination. this is what lands him in fenice’s hands

his secrets have secrets, that’s why his hair is so big

slide 9: major characters cont.

[heading] isandros deominos

28, he him, king of Hesperia

Nike’s older half-brother

Had the worst start of a reign ever. He’s proclaimed king and then immediately has to flee into hiding

hates Aetier with a burning passion

is Stressed TM and in dire need for some hot cocoa

[heading] leda vi bryennia

48, she/her, honored fidari

long story short, she once witnessed Titania fight and covered in blood and had such a massive girl-crush she swore to be Titania’s knight the second she was asked

helped raise fenice and is now serves her as her guardian/protector. that is her child thank you very much

had a shounen-style rivals-to-friends-to-lovers arc with fellow fidari Thetis. It’d be great if it wasn’t for their explosive break-up

[heading] sartore vitae

28, he/him

he can mansplain, manipulate, and manwhore his way into and out of any situation

has a cool eye-patch

is maybe a little too invested with Fenice’s relationship with her father

he WISHES he was as cool as lelouch lamperouge

+ many more characters! (seriously this cast is huge)

slide 10: featuring

way too much extraneous worldbuilding

court intrigue

morally dark gray protagonist

family as your allies and family as your enemies

lots of near-death experiences

no romantic subplot!

too many code geass references

slide 11: camp nano goals

write everyday

2wrte 15,000 words total

reach 50,000 words on my draft

slide 12: fin

[image description: the final slide is full of discord screenshots of funny jokes and commentary about the wip. ]

[end transcript]

#pls don't take this seriously #if u see any typos no you dont #wtwcommunity #writeblrgarden #writeblr #collection.my projects #series.wctd #collection.events #event.camp nano april 2024

[sexygaywerewolf]

I am a simple human being

I see Lloyd art I like, I follow

#i love u lloyd artisrs #and artists who arent lloyd artists but still sraw him #lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #like #thats my baby right there ty for making him known and making me happy by seeing ur creative outlook on him #or sometimes i follow tbh I'm scarterbrained 100% of the time and i dont check to see if im following someone or not #theres so many typos here...

[andypantsx3]

posting super early bc i gotta boogie, i hope i didn't miss anything lol

#love uuuuu #if u read it pls pretend like u dont see any typos thank u

[shellibisshe]

'Cause I'm not a secret / And I'm not a problem / Why did you it? / What the hell were you thinking?

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a tag list (ask to be added or removed): @loriane-elmuerto @queennymeria @statichvm @jackiesarch @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @socially-awkward-skeleton @roofgeese @unholymilf @indorilnerevarine @poisonedtruth @innocuous-lemons @strafethesesinners @nuclearstorms @inafieldofdaisies @heroofpenamstan @deputyash @katsigian

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 tav #bg3 #cringefail girlfailure warlock mess i love her #im still not done with corinne's save dw i just #was fuckin around in the cc and got attached. tbh #once again s/o to heather for coming up with all her lore #my edits #if you see typos no u dont #oc: soleil cloverhorn

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

I’ll let Dai speak for himself here. 🥹

[ Part 4/?? ] 🌹

@buglaur

#if you see typos: no u dont i did these at 3am #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #daithi murray by buglaur #|| #listen listen (grabs ur face) its not my FAULT dan keeps getting whims abt him ok #but it is my fault for posing them like this so i #i’ll take that heat 😎 #poor daithí 🥺 #he’s just so confused ok?? he kinda figured what this was going to be like but #its like seeing your crush in school like someone else #its hard!! #you just want to be the only person they think about #even if you understand why his attention’s spread around! #thing is: dan’s not been taking this seriously #he’s been avoiding the reality of the Feelings part of this #and dai is about to be our lil catalyst of realism #so everyone thank daithí for the rest of our contestants’ sakes djahdhja #also thank olli for burning the phrase ‘these fireflies are paid actors’ into my head #bc they absolutely are dhshhd

[eloquent-apollo]

in 2024 I am going to finish this silly fic where Boba decides Cody should give a pokémon card to Obi-Wan to declare his love to him.

Listen Boba is six years old and in his mind this is the way to express love to people.

anyway here is a sneak peek I guess

#codywan #commander cody #boba fett #also if you see any typos no u dont #I am sending u a subtle sign that nuh uh

[aroacefanartist]

i was thinking abt how usagi and leo are related (like via their shows) and realized they could technically met bc turtleverse

then i thought abt how that means they have an advantage on miles x mikey but then i realized they dont actually so yeah

basically what im saying is any of these characters could meet (especially bc of miles dimension hopping)

#its almost midnight and im tired #i might elaborate when i wake #who am I kidding i def will #gonna check smth before tho hm #if u see any typos no you dont #im tired #my only light source is my phone and flashlight #And im not wearing my glasses so its not my fault IF there were typos #which there arnt #im also just bad at grammar but shh #anyway #my rambles #rottmnt #samurai rabbit #(i finished s1 today ee) #leosagi #shellshocked #mikey x miles #spiderman itsv #i feel like i tagged either too much or not enough #eh whatever

[chinchillinator]

@olivepdf made a gorgeous little bingo card for joe and nicky bc we lost the sun/moon bracket this fandom needed some good mobilizing in these trying times (no new set photos or announcements) so i sat myself down n made a little thing for it.

for ‘meant to find each other’

“Why do you always come back to me?”

Joe hasn’t even looked from scrubbing at a spot on his counter, but he senses Nicky freeze. He adds hastily, “Not that I mind. Just, I’m sure Andy or Nile would love to see you. Booker maybe not so much, you did traumatize him that one time.”

“Well he shouldn’t have fought me,” Nicky says. Joe smiles.

Something heavy gets set gently on the floor and a chair at the kitchen table scrapes over the tile. Nicky always lets out a quiet, involuntary sigh when he sits, as if he hasn’t been able to for a very long time. Joe wonders if he knows that about himself.

“You’re easier to find, for one,” Nicky finally answers, once Joe’s nearly forgotten his initial question, content to enjoy Nicky’s silent presence. Joe gives up on cleaning away what must just be a discoloration of his countertop and turns to look at his guest.

Nicky always goes transparent in the moonlight. The beams from the window are cut up by Joe’s curtains and one side of Nicky’s face and his entire right arm is nearly invisible. The rest of him is solid enough that Joe wants to reach out and touch him. Which he knows better than to do.

“Well that’s a little disheartening,” he says, tamping down his worst, most self-destructive impulse. Nicky smiles.

“Yes, you really should get better at hiding from the non-human entities that visit you from beyond the veil,” he says. Joe laughs. Nicky leans toward him ever so slightly, unnoticeable except for the way his face has suddenly lost just a little more definition.

“I’ll work on that,” Joe says.

“Not that you would be able to hide from me,” Nicky says, in a tone that Joe thinks might be trying toward smug, though it doesn’t quite reach.

“That’s what you th—” Joe barely starts before Nicky cuts in.

“You’re like a beacon. Like the sun, if I’m imagining it correctly, brighter and warmer the closer I get.” Joe braces both hands on the counter behind him just to keep from reaching for Nicky. Nicky turns his head a little, cutting off that much more of himself.

“You’re imagining it correctly,” Joe says after a minute. His voice has gone soft without conscious thought and he clears his throat a little. “Is that true of all the souls that come back?”

Nicky looks at him again and cocks his head to the side, bringing more of his face back into the shadows for Joe to see it. There’s genuine confusion in his expression, likely because he did technically answer this question already, but also something fond and amused and affectionate.

“Funnily enough, I haven’t really got much data on that front,” he says. Joe scoffs and turns away to pick up the counter sponge and rinse it properly, hiding his smile at Nicky’s tease. “Most of the souls I touch tend to, you know, stay dead. Otherwise I’d be really bad at my job.” Joe shakes his head.

“Ha ha,” he says, deadpan. He’s still smiling. “So why do you think I get the special reaper-summoning powers?”

“I don’t know,” Nicky says. His voice ticks up half a pitch. Joe’s heart ticks up half a beat. He puts the sponge away and turns back.

Nicky’s hiding in the moonlight and Joe wants to drag his chair back from the table so he can see his face. Whatever expression he has that’s making him hide. How many more centuries will he live wishing to reach for the thing that could kill him.

“Nicky.”

He sees the shape of Nicky’s head turn, though, moments before the name passes his lips. The one hand he can see tightens into a fist on Nicky’s thigh. Joe wants to tell him not to go. Badly.

“I have to—” Nicky starts.

“What’s the other thing?” Joe interrupts, taking a step toward him

“The other?” Nicky asks, staying in his seat though the edges of his form are starting to blur.

“You said ‘for one,’” Joe says desperately. “What's the other thing?”

Nicky bends down to lift his scythe and for a moment his entire body is visible. For a moment, Joe can see the resigned sadness on Nicky’s face.

“Stay out of trouble, Joe,” he says. Like he does every time. Since the first, last, only time he whispered, I cannot keep coming for your soul.

It’s always the last thing he says, always the last word because he’s just a bastard like that, and he’s gone before he’s even finished standing. Joe stares at the empty chair, blinking through sudden tears, imagining that he can still see the faint outline of Nicky’s moonlit form.

There’s never enough time. For two immortal beings, they never have enough time. Joe wonders what’s worse. Seeing the wretched look on Nicky’s face when he has to collect Joe’s soul for however long his death lasts. Or feeling the wretched pull of his own heart every time he has to watch Nicky disappear.

Walking over to push the chair back into its place at the table, Joe takes a steadying breath and consoles himself the same way he always does. Always has for centuries. Nicky will be back. At the very least, Nicky will be back.

After all, Joe's very easy to find.

#sun and moon bingo #battle buddies #is that your sword or are you just happy to see me? #sometimes i write stuff #please dont say anything if u see a typo i pretend i do not see it #i now return to my goblin cave thank u

[forunholy]

lee junho. 33. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching HANBIN PARK. some of the public has dubbed them ZEUS because of ELECTRICITY MANIPULATION gifted by HIS CAR CRASHING INTO A POWER LINE. having been an extra ordinary since 2017, they’re doing a good job at hiding BLACKOUTS & INABILITY TO CONTROL HIS POWERS. when they aren’t working their day job as a CORPORATE LAWYER, they are fond of BOXING and are never seen without HIS WORK PHONE. at first glance they seem THOUGHTFUL & DILIGENT, though their close friends know them to also be WITHDRAWN & CALLOUS. they consider themself a ANTI-HERO

001.  GENERAL

name:  hanbin park. nicknames:  han. age:  thirty-three. date of birth:  november 15th, 1990. zodiac:  scorpio. place of birth:  seoul, south korea. current residence:  greenwich village, manhattan. gender:  cis man. pronouns:  he/him. sexuality:  pansexual. occupation:  corporate lawyer.

faceclaim:  lee junho. height:  5'11". tattoos:  none. piercings:  right & left ear. distinguishing features:  faint mole on the bridge of his nose.

positive traits:  diligent, thoughtful, independent, perceptive, intelligent. negative traits:  cold, withdrawn, callous, self-serving, rigid, resentful. mbti: intj - the architect. likes:  law, routine, cats, hot black coffee. dislikes:  messy spaces, incompetence, cerberus. fears: being left behind, failure. hobbies:  kickboxing, working out, cooking. habits:  cracking his knuckles, running a hand through his hair.

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience…  he'd blame his front-wheel drive car on the crash. it was raining and he'd been far too busy to stop and check his tires. a junior associate, working his ass off just to make it, as if he didn't graduate from one of the most prestigious law schools in the city. he was shoe-in from the beginning, studious and level-headed just like his father was. just as withdrawn too as the years passed by. he'd lived, but not nearly enough when the crash happened. the smoke from his car, sparks lighting up the dark, raining sky. hanbin could barely see, let alone know the pain he'd experience stepping out of his car, foot splashing in a puddle and immediately feeling a jolt of electricity course through him. he hated it, shook just thinking about it. yet some days, hanbin wonders if the pain he experienced then can compare to the aftermath.

power…  being powerful was a curse in his mind, even if he was entirely biased after seeing the person he loved choose power over blood. as cautious as he's always been, he's secretly ruled by his emotions. something small as a little fright short-circuits his fusebox. something as big as a case gone wrong has his hands itching for release. burning in anger and damaging anything he touches, the sound of glass shattering in his office a distinct sound in his early days. as the corporate world became one with him, he became more cutthroat, determined to win and determined to be on top, using the smallest portion of what he actually knew to intimidate anyone, learning it was not only objects he could break, but people too.

as for its use, it varies between mind and touch. when he's angry, enraged with nowhere to place his anger, his mind will affect what's around him. something as simple as a lightbulb dimming out, or as severe as blowing up a vehicle near him or his apartment complex losing power. if he learned to master his manipulation, the effects could be much greater. his hands are his primary weapon, what he feels he has control over. a touch is a piercing shock, hurting both objects and humans the moment he touches them regardless of force.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  he lacks control, feeding off his emotions far too often and never knowing the bounds of what he can do. hanbin doesn't want to be a bad guy, but he makes far too many bad choices. hurting someone to get what he wants, enough to leave a scar as a souvenir. the corporate world is corrupt and cold, he's only doing what he has to do to make it. but then there's the blackouts. the pure and viseral anger that makes him lose sight of what's around him, paths of destruction in evidence. hanbin wakes up dazed and weak, bits and pieces the only thing for him to latch onto.

codename…  it's fitting, though he'd roll his eyes hearing the name zeus. given to him by his coworkers who are well aware of his brother, pointedly comparing the lawyer to the god. the youngest son, god of lightning, and self-righteous all while being morally skewed. hanbin thinks it's all a bunch of bullshit.

003.  WANTED CONNECTIONS

a best friend (definitely a civilian sorry to all my agent baddies </3). someone who's probably a little morally grey like him but they can easily confide in each other about anything. might be the only person to know about hanbin's blackouts.

flings/exes/hookups. hanbin has been in maybe one or two serious relationships in his life, mostly because he is so work-driven that it's hard for him to give his attention to anything that's not just causal. as reserved as he is though, he does definitely have a soft spot in his body and perhaps someone finally got him to smile??

enemies. maybe those that know he's greedy and uses his abilities to get ahead rather than help anyone.

i'm so bad at connections but anything and everything pls

#cc.intro #* hanbin: about. #this is so messy but if u see a typo no u dont

[tamsreblogs]

I kinda wish that,,if u blocked something or someone, all existence of that thing is gone from ur TL. like I do not want to know that this thing (that I do not want to hear of) or (this thing that is aggressively not my cup of tea) exists anymore in my periphery lol. Why is Tumblr taunting me with a greyed out 'this post is hidden because it contains a word you blocked/muted etcetc,' bec to an extent I still can guess what it is and blocking is literally supposed to help u with the out of sight, out of mind stuff, isn't it?

#listen this does include shipping #everyone deserves to live in peace with the stuff they like and they should have a choice of forgetting the stuff they dont ?? #no ill will that way #but this was mostly bec of the political stuff going on w the strike rn #like idk man this shit looks so bleak for the art/entertainment industry #will i ever get to work with a studio :') #i rbd that donationg post (and eill do it again) but now all i see are doomsday posts abt whats coming up and #...i am big sad #but also #if u are someone who dors take the time to tag ur posts #then ur the mvp m'dude #edit: the typos in these tags got progressively worse as i went on bec i was getting carsick writing this LMAO I AM SORRY

[cute-as-buttons]

happy bday @calamity-unlocked, this one's 4 u<333

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After their visit to the Church of the Doodler, Lark had gotten quieter. Although Nick might not have been the best person to judge that given 1. He spent most of his time in hell and 2. Lark had been quiet since everything went wrong all those years ago.

But Lark never lost that look of bubbling anger, like any second, anything might set it off and it'd spill over. Nick had seen demons, lived with them, was one, and if he didn't know any better, he'd have believed that Lark was from the darkest pits of Hell with all the darkness he carried inside him.

And Nick knew, maybe better than most people, that letting that darkness loose was a very bad idea, undoubtedly dangerous too. But some part of him wanted to see what Lark was kike drained of that anger, that hatred, see those eyes soften and those shoulders relax.

Maybe that's why, sick of his sulking, Nick dragged Lark to one of his favourite places.

"Where are you taking me?" Lark asked, hands in his pockets, sounding thoroughly annoyed.

"Have some patience," Nick replied, smiling a little, gently flapping his wings, trying not to blow Lark away from the force of it (It had happened before, and he wasn't looking to repeat the experience.)

"This," Nick said, finally stopping in front of an abandoned warehouse. "Is what I wanted to show you."

"You wanted to show me an abandoned and broken up place?" Lark asked, his voice rough and monotonous. Nick shook his head.

"Glenn showed me this place a few weeks back. Said he and the Glenn Close Trio used to use it, but over the years they found other, better places. Glenn used to come here sometimes, break stuff, get high. Said it helped him cope."

Even now the words feel a bit alien to him. He knows the story, he knows what happened, but it feels weird to think of a time where Glenn was his father and his mother was dead.

Nick cocked his head to the side, spreading his arms, as if an invitation. The room had it's fairly thick layer of dust, and the instruments looked more than a little worse for wear. Lark stared ahead for a moment before huffing out a breath and shaking his head.

"Don't need anymore things to break," he muttered, turning to leave. Nick reached to stop him, grabbing at his wrist. Lark went rigid under him, and that was when Nick remembered how Lark reacted to touch and waited for the moment where he'd yank his hand out of Nick's.

It never came. He simply turned to Nick.

"Why?"

Nick was wondering the same thing. Why try to fix something that is so beyond repair even touching i is going to hurt. Why bring Lark here? Why try indulging in something that wasn't going to end well?

"I don't know."

He expected Lark to scoff at him, but he nodded and stared at him for a moment before, almost like it was excrutatiting, pulled nick into a hug. Nick stilled for a moment in surprise, before melting into a comfortable shape of him.

Years would go by and Nick would pin this moment as the beginning of everything going wrong. He'd pin it as the moment where he made a decision that if unmade could've saved him a world of regret.

But right now he didn't know that and he simply stayed for a moment in the grasp of a broken boy.

#THIS IS A THING IDK IF ITS GOOD BUT ITS A THING <33 #nark #nicholas foster #lark oak #if u see any typo no u dont #dndads #fanfiction

[0809sysblings]

I may reblog to add dazai propaganda to that poll post because I read his propaganda and tbh I don't think either really fully hit the mark. I feel like I'm cheating on Milgram. I'm sorry John I love you and you absolutely deserve to be treated better. but just... god.

I think a single sentence that can put into words how misrepresented dazai can be is just "the studio and people in charge of adapting and producing his own anime he's in misrepresent him". just. god. he gets fucked over so bad and it's not even fully the audience's fault bc the studio over here producing the show prioritizes Coolness over Actually Showing The Very Different Parts Of His Character And That He's Human.

#milgran't #stray dog bosting #(yes that is meant to be spelled ''bosting'' it is not a typo) #if u dont want to see the propaganda block that tag lol

[velaraffricate]

Kaiaŋ! Now that I've got a couple of pretty well-developed conlangs I've been focusing more on the worldbuilding of Kena'ar, and in this post I'd like to share how the religion and magic system works. Any foreign words you see are in Ke'eloom, as it is the lingua franca of this world as well as the language universally used for magic spells and in religious contexts. Be warned that this is a very long post.

The elves were created by a 4+ dimensional infinite divine entity that split into sixteen aspects or minor gods. Each god-part rules over certain parts of nature and daily life. I won't go into too much detail about the different gods here, but the point is that every elf has a piece of this deity inside them, which is what allows them to perform magic. Because of this, magic is basically semi-sentient, and can react to the user's emotions, intentions, and environment. Magic is called samal, and is synonymous with our concept of a "soul", and magical stamina, or what is commonly known as "mana", is called naia. Naia is depleted when someone uses a spell, and takes a while to recharge. With training, one can decrease the amount of naia that is needed for each spell and the rate at which it builds up again, but even the most powerful wizards will run out of it at some point, and some spells are naturally more tiring than others. Most people can perform decently powerful spells, but only with extensive training and focus can one reach legendary levels of power. "Power" and "strength" in relation to magic mean that a spell lasts longer, takes less naia to cast, or is in some way more effective, but this all depends on the individual spell.

Everybody is born with magic inside them, and it can never be taken away. Even children can technically already cast spells, but, unless they have a rare special talent, they will be extremely weak and short-lived. One's magical ability strengthens slowly as one grows older, gains more experience, and starts worshipping one or multiple gods in a more serious manner. Disabled elves of all kinds can use magic, too. As mentioned above, it's basically alive in a way, and thus can be very accomodating to the individual user's needs.

There are many dozens of spells, but each is connected to only one or sometimes two specific gods. The stronger the user's connection to that god is, the stronger the spell will be. This god connection is called ronsu. One cultivates it by engaging in certain activities related to their god of choice and practicing mindfulness. For example, flowers are associated with the god Shati. Tending to a flower garden, focusing on their smell, texture, and colours, meditating near them, studying their life cycles, drawing them or otherwise incorporating them into artworks… all strengthen your ronsu with Shati and in turn make you more powerful in the spells associated with it. But this also means that no one elf can simultaneously be powerful in many different kinds of spells - you can only allot so much time in the day to worship, and if you try to devote yourself to too many gods your ronsu will only be very shallow and you will remain weak. The mightiest wizards are monks that devote every minute of every day to only one god, and as a result become immensely powerful in only a handful of spells. Everyone (except monks) can freely choose and change who to worship. Most elves worship different gods throughout their lives as their needs and preferences change.

Spells are triggered by a specific phrase that must be said out loud (deaf/mute elves can use sign language or write them down (if someone can't speak and also can't use their hands, they can just think about them very intensely or perhaps find some other way to express them)). Simply saying the phrase won't automatically cause anything to happen, you have to put all your focus into every word, every syllable, and visualize the spell's desired effect. Strong emotions and the influence of drugs can be both a hindrance and an asset when casting spells. Channeling your emotions into a spell may make it more powerful than usual, but they may also serve as a distraction or blockage and prevent you from using magic - it just depends on the situation. During the casting of a spell, the wizard's eyes, horns, veins, palms, and other areas with thin skin glow in the colour associated with the spell's god.

Some examples of spells and their phrases: kikh korukhaakha huf alaŋatam, "let me see through the darkness", gives one the ability to see in the dark; kikh loñaŋatam, dare okorehalaŋabar, "let me smell what I can't see", enhances one's sense of smell; kikh vitslane kikaŋatam, "let me run with the wind", increases one's running speed; kikh huf zhiksukhe saikhe ŋgi saaŋaŋatam, "let poison flow through me like water", gives immunity to venom and poison.

You can technically have as many spells active at the same time as you want, but each spell becomes weaker and weaker with each additional spell. Having three or more spells active will only get you very minor effects and is basically not worth it unless you're incredibly powerful. This would also drain you of naia much quicker than a single spell would, so it's not a very sustainable state. Spells only last for a certain amount of time, again depending on one's power. Elves can instinctually feel when their spell is about to run out. Afterwards, especially if the spell depleted all or most of one's naia, one might feel tired, groggy, sick, and confused, but nothing that can't be fixed with some food and sleep. You can end a spell yourself with the phrase samalkhe kil mbadëbëŋ kil tshi shiŋatam, which means "let my magic return into my body".

Spells can also be transferred onto another person. This is a rather advanced technique and requires a special phrase, and a transferred spell will typically be weaker than a regular once used on oneself. This is most often used with healing spells. Both the transferrer and the transferree can cancel the spell at any time.

But spells aren't all there is to magic. There are also "talismans", called mondarisa. They're small objects that come in many sizes, shapes, and materials such as wood, metal, clay, or glass. But they must be sculpted into or otherwise depict something associated with a specific spell. This spell must be focused on during the entire process of creating the mondaris. Once it's finished, the spell is enchanted onto it using a special phrase, which infuses it with a tiny piece of samal. It then acts as an unlimited external beacon of magic, giving an elf that holds it close the effects of its spell.

But of course, its effectiveness is highly variable and depends on both the mondaris's maker's and the current owner's power. Most mondarisa are still weaker than an average spell, but their magic never runs out until it is broken or otherwise destroyed. Many mondarisa can be worn as jewelry, and are usually kept close to the body part associated with their spell's god. As with spells, you can wear multiple mondarisa at once, but the more there are, the less effective they become. Mondarisa can be used in conjunction with spells without either one being weakened in their effects, as their sources of samal are separate. In fact, if you cast a spell and are also wearing a mondaris with that spell on it, their effects stack up. Elves can instinctually feel if an otherwise ordinary-looking object is actually a mondaris and which spell it's enchanted with.

Some examples of what a mondaris might look like: a glass eye or a piece of wood with a painting of an eye for the night vision spell; a clay sculpture of a nose for the smell enhancing spell; a sculpture of feet or legs or a carved footprint for the fast running spell; a sculpture of a snake or poisonous plant for the venom immunity spell. But do keep in mind that this is all very flexible, these are just common examples.

As mentioned above, some elves choose to become monks and live in monasteries. They devote themselves fully to only one deity, and in turn become immensely powerful in its related spells. Their duties are twofold: thanks to their power, they can produce very effective mondarisa which they then distribute among the masses. And in times of crisis, their powers may help hundreds of people. They're also scientists of sorts, spending a lot of time studying natural phenomena like the stars, the weather, and different plants and animals, and developing tools and appliances. Monks are very highly revered in elven society, and whatever material needs they have that they can't take care of themselves, they are given by nearby townspeople. The monasteries' locations depends on their associated god. Not all of them are solitary temples in the middle of nowhere, some are in fact vibrant community centers and workshops, museums, theaters, schools etc. Commiting to a be a monk is a very serious decision, as should one later decide to forgo this path, they will usually be ostracized by their community, forcing them to start a new life far away.

In conclusion: Magic is everywhere in Kena'ar and deeply affects everyone's lives, even if someone isn't particularly religious. It comes in many shapes, ranging from trifles like creating a small flame on your finger to act as a lighter for candles, all the way to huge feats like wind and storm bending, and everything inbetween. Magic is a gift from the gods, and never using it at all or even purposefully avoiding it is seen as a grave insult to them. Devoting yourself to it can be deeply spiritually satisfying, connect you to your inner self as well as your environment, and allow you to help yourself and others in both small and big ways.

We've finally made it to the end! I hope I didn't forget anything lol. More worldbuilding posts sharing further details about the monk lifestyle, the deities, and specific spells are hopefully soon to follow. Feel free to ask any questions! Thank you for reading, I hope this was in some way inspiring or interesting, and khosa tshon ekerebëlaŋa - may the gods be with you!

#hiiiiiii posting this is actually a bit scary i hope u guys like it....................... #sorry it got so long i dont think theres a concise way of explaining all this #if you see a typo please shoot me #kena'ar #worldbuilding #magic system #ke'eloom