#let him have birds!! 🕊️

[thatswhatsushesaid]

huaisang, do you have spurs that jingle jangle jingle as you go ridin' merrily along--

#to that niche subset of cql/mdzs fans who are also fallout new vegas fans #i am sorry for the song that you now have stuck in your head #but in my defence #if i have to have the jingle jangle song stuck in my head this morning #then it's only fair that you do too #mdzs shitposting #mdzs #cql #the untamed #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #let him have birds!! 🕊️

[jaskierx]

republic of pirates dashboard simulator part 2

thanks to @sherlockig for the screencaps 💕

part 1

⚓️pirate-tats-tournament

and the winner is...

BLACKBEARD'S SNAKE TATTOO with 78.6% of the vote

thanks for voting!

#pirate tattoo tournament #poll result #next time i'm gonna seed it properly so we don't end up with the final 8 tattoos all being on the same guy smh

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🐶saltyseadog

hi everyone i'm fang/kevin and my pronouns are he/him 🥰 looking for more people to follow so like or reblog if you post about:

cute dogs

goats

leather

piracy

art

fishing

stories about demon boys

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🍖knivesareknives

#if you picked 2 or more let's be friends

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🌊keeptheseaclean Follow

friends don't let friends throw rubbish into the sea. THINK before you THROW

🎣managainstbeast

can everyone report this account for harassment please. i know the guy in the photo and he is lovely and has really nice hair and he hasn't given his permission for this image to be used.

#posts from the fishing boat #also one man's foul projectile is another man's lovely letter. just saying. broaden your horizons #there's only one thoughtless dipshit here and it isn't stede

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🦈sharkinfested

who the fuck is 'anti ship'. i didn't even know that was a thing. this website is something else

🌴palmtreeappreciationclub Follow

people who don't support incest. it's that simple

🦈sharkinfested

that doesn't make any sense. i literally live on the same island as every generation of my family. if i was against ships i'd have a much harder time finding someone to fuck who isn't related to me

#how am i supposed to get anywhere else without a ship? fucking swim?? i don't think so #but sure keep virtue signalling i guess #💿🐴

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🔪notafuckingmermaid

reblog this if you ARE POLYAMOROUS, SUPPORT POLYAMOROUS PEOPLE, or ARE CURRENTLY COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES 🩸

#3/3 😌

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🕊️see-which-sea-witch Follow

To love the sea as she must be loved requires change.

🌊keeptheseaclean Follow

to love the sea as she must be loved requires NO MORE THROWING RUBBISH INTO HER

🐙krakenmyjoints

bro you're literally replying to a bird

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🐳calicojackwhippedmyballs

you'll see a post that's like 'HRRRHRNESDGJNKDFG I NEEEEED HIM I NEED HIM SO BADLY HE'S SOOOOOOOOO HE'S HGURIESGHDKLJG' and then it'll be a picture of the soggiest white guy you've ever seen

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⛵️gentlemanprivates

hrresrgjerskdghklgjfdgdkl i need to get him PREGNANT he's EVERYTHING he's SOO ASDJHGKLFJSDG

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#ofmd #our flag means death #dashboard simulator #lyse.jpg

[localwhoore]

hey its me again 😁

todays topic is why you freaky ass bitches are into dark! driver shit like Ok babesters !!

people can read what they want but ts is actually fucking weird bro rape kink is crazy 😭

thats weird as fuck like youre into…. being kidnapped…….. and raped??????? have you considered seeing a therapist? and speaking about your issues? and what if the drivers see what youve been writing??? WHAT IF LANDO OR MAX OR WHORVER SEES THAT YOUVE WRITTEN A FIC ABOUT HIM LOCKING YOU UP IN A BIRD CAGE AND VIOLENTLY FUCKING UR “innocent pure pink pussy with his 40 inch schlongus🥺🥺” LIKE BRO HES NOT GNA “breed u so ur stuffed w his fertile seed and stuck w him forever” ??????? WHY ARE YOU WEIIIIRDDDDD

I LITERALLY SAW A FIC WHERE THE READER GOT KIDNAPPED????? AND GOT FUCKING BABYTRAPPED????????????????AND SHE WAS OK WITH IT BECAUSE CHARLES WAS HOT???????? THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE THATS SI FUCKING WEIRD BRO I JS CLOSED THE FIC AND WENT STRAIGHT TO SLEEP BRO LMFGFKAOOO 😭

“ur mine…… and mine only 😈😈😈 grrrrrrr daddys here kitten witten schmookulicious🐺🐺⛓️🖤” be so fucking fr rn if someone said that to u irl TELL ME TO MY FACE u wld not be SPRINTING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION 😭😭😭 AINT NO F1 DRIVER BOUTA SCOOP UR FATASS UP AND SWEEP U AWAY TO THE BED TO REPOPULATE THE EARTH WHILE UR CHAINED UP AND HAVE TO FILM VIDEOS ASKING FOR RANSOM MONEY 💀

almost all the plots are;

reader talks to a rando, driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader is a hissy brat and driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader is casually spending time w her friends like a normal person and driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader gets manipulated into a relationship and then driver violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

driver violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance” to babytrap so that pookie reader will 🥺never leave themmmmmmm🥺

to end things off,, lets play a drinking game! every time u see a dark fic, check the warnings. if it says somnophilia take a shot. if it says breeding kink take a shot. if it says size kink smut take 2 shots. if it says manipulation, obsession, controlling behaviour, gaslighting, or dubcon take a shot for each that shows up. now u can read the fic. take 5 shots every time a driver growls “youre mine”. take 3 shots for every ooc thing ANYONE does throughout the whole story. take 2 shots if the setting is in a random bar. take a shot if the driver gets jealous somewhere along the entire fic

and what do you get? whats your end result?

𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰🕊️🕯️🛁🫧🎀

#🧼 rants #dark fic #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #max verstappen #lando norris #charles leclerc #f1 smut

[lanwangjihouse]

tag of the week:

#nhs is not surviving the zombie apocalypse on his own ✳ @jaggedcliffs #me too huaisang 〰 me too 〰 i wouldn't know what to do either 〰 let the other two handle it 〰 they seem better equipped 〰 i'll go hide behind a rock 〰 you guys deal with the not!zombies ✳ @icarus-suraki #the fact that Huaisang doesn’t bring his saber with him when he crashes their sidequest is forever hilarious to me 〰 ‘good thing my fan is made from a precious metal from a beloved unrelated novel!’ he says 〰 not acknowledging the ENTIRE BLADED WEAPON he owns and decided not to take with him 〰 god bless ✳ @poorlittleyaoyao #poor huaisang 〰 someone rescue him 〰 let him have birds!! 🕊️✳ @thatswhatsushesaid

#tag of the week

[merakiarchives]

The Acquaintance

Characters: Bryon & GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff fic

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Prompt: You notice a certain windwhisperer has been eying you up for a while now

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Warnings: Flirty banter/teasing.

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm trying to post at least 1 fic per day. So please be patient if I miss a day or two! Also not my dumb butt forgetting to put tags on this fic until I remembered at 11 at night.

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Bryon had never been one to fall in love. With him, it was only focusing on his academics, Wind-Whisperer duties, and taking care of Elona. He never thought he'd fall in love

Until you happened of course.

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"Yeah, he's totally whipped." Lyca snickered as she nudged your shoulder and nodded towards Bryon who seemed to be focused on watching you. "Congratulations! You've officially got the best Wind Whisperer wrapped around your finger."

You could only stifle your giggles. You turned your look, of course, like Lyca pointed out. Bryon was admiring you, or at least you think. The blindfold makes it hard. Elona perched on his shoulders only tilted her head, and cooed at you.

"Oh, come on, Lyca, me and him wouldn't work out. We don't even know each other. Besides, he doesn't really date people."

"You might be different!" Lyca laughed. Playfully wiggling her eyebrows as she took a sip of tea

"Sure, sure. Believe what you must Lyca" You groan, carefully taking the tea kettle and pouring tea for yourself. "Although, I must admit Elona has been seeking my attention every-so-often."

"Wow.. y'know. I never thought I would see the day that Bryon would let Elona stray from her duties." Lyca laughed

"Sure, Sure. I'm sure it's because Elona loves stealing my apple slices." You sigh, "That and also a few forest creatures have come over too."

"Yeah. Bryon has got it bad" Lorsan chuckled, suddenly joining the conversation. "Has he let you listen to him whistle?"

"A few times yes, that, and also he had asked me to help him with cleaning Elona's feathers." You shrug, making no interest of it.

"The poor man. So whipped" Lyca & Lorsan said in sync.

"Look, Bryon refused to even talk to us when we first tried to be friends with him." Lorsan explains, "It took Granny Dahnie to convince him to try!"

"That, and also Bryon will actually murder someone if they try to even touch Elona. Just like how Elona is so loyal to him." Lyca chimes in. "So, I would say just go ask him. He might just play it off as nothing though."

"Fine, Fine. I'll do it later. He seems busy with Arden" You shrug. Watching Bryon and Arden converse with each other while Elona just watches you.

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A few days later, Elona chirps loudly at your window. The bird had opened it and was staring you down expectantly.

"Ah. Good morning Elona. Did Bryon need something?" You mumble, sitting up from bed and taking the note Elona had in her beak. "Come to the library..? Alright, here please take this back to Bryon." You shrug as you write 'Okay, I'll be there at 8."

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As you enter the Library, you notice the Wind Whisperer quietly reading through a book. Elona resting on the chair next to him

"Bryon..? You needed to see me?" You mumble softly. Waking the Wilder up from his phase and chuckling as he smiles slightly at you.

"Yes, Thank you for coming." He mutters, placing the book down and sighing. "Uhm.. As you may have, noticed or Lyca and Lorsan pointed out. I have been admiring you from afar. However, I'd like to confess I- uh. I like you, would you care to be my significant other?" He mumbles quickly.

Chuckling softly, you pull him close by his belt & carefully kiss him. "I'd love to be your significant other Bryon."

#afk journey x reader #afk arena x reader #meraki_archive writes

[puella-1n-somn10]

🕊️Puella Magi Madoka Magica x Team Fortress 2: Medic and his Witch Form🕊️

word count w/o intro text: 10,651

(Over...two...months...of writing; thank FUCK I've managed to get this all down right on time for Halloween!)

This has been a long time consideration, and, according to one of my last few polls, ya'll really wanted to see how I would interpret Medic's witch form! Well, after a long-time wait, here's the rundown of how Medic's witch would look like in my mind!

Before we start, I highly recommend that you look at the list of trigger warnings present in the tags; the Team Fortress 2 universe, both in-game and outside of it, is no stranger to gruesome elements, so I strongly urge you to take a long look at them before proceeding. If any of the mentioned makes you uncomfortable in whatever form, look away now for the sake of your own health.

As expected, spoilers for Madoka Magica, Kazumi Magica, Tart Magica, Magia Record (especially the anime), and the Team Fortress 2 comics ahead! We are going to talk about one of the many stingers of the Puella Magi universe, after all! On top of that, there will be mentions of Heavy x Medic x Engineer, so if the ship doesn't sit right with you, I must sincerely apologize in advance; it is recommended to click away from this post if said ship is not your cup of tea at all.

With all that being said, let us begin with this mess of an analysis/ficlet post!

-The Wish, Possible Powers, and Soul Gem-

"Oh ho hoh! I have been in zhe wrong profession. I must learn zhis magic!"

Let's be blunt here for a second- he's already laid waste to whatever concept of "morals" present within the human consciousness that would prevent him from furthering his medical and experimental endeavors, and he's done so much without the use of an incubator's powers; from granting his teammates invincibility to bringing them back from the clutches of death. Ludwig's immoral, sickened mind, coupled with his medical skills and treatment of the human body as an art canvas, has allowed him to play God.

On the other hand, though he did align himself with the opposing Classic team for some time within the comics, he explained to the newly-resurrected Sniper that it was purely for financial reasons, and that he never harbored any ill-will towards his teammates. In fact, it would be safe for us to assume that he, in his mind, genuinely cares for his team, and made it one of his missions to turn them into unstoppable killing machines- into gods. He cherishes his fellow mercenaries...albeit in his own twisted, inhumane, and silly way.

Building upon the above, it is also clear that Ludwig is a responsible pet owner and genuinely cares for his doves, especially Archimedes. Yes, he does resort to using animal organs - especially the exotic kind - when fit in order to further his experiments and enhance his teammates' performances, but the contrast between that and his care for the birds is kind of a testament to how he treat other humans - especially the classic team - vs. how he treats the mercs and others close to him. For goodness' sake, he's put Classic Heavy's demands on a back burner and allowed Sniper to escape while he was too busy reviving Archimedes! Ludwig does have a heart and the capacity to care, but not much in terms of morals, if at all.

Wow, he would definitely get along with Alina Gray, huh?

So, right off the bat, it wouldn't be farfetched for Medic to be curious over Kyubey's wish-granting skills; he did make a deal with the Devil himself on two separate occasions within the official Team Fortress 2 comics (though the initial deal's conditions is still unknown to us), after all. How he came to figuring out the existence of the incubators is anyone's guess at this point due to his unpredictable nature, but, in my opinion, it can range from old folklore surrounding the species or simply finding out that one of the mercs had already contracted (my personal bets are either Heavy or Solly). I recommend going off the walls with this one; for all we know, he could have managed to detect spikes in magical activity around the base/island and forced himself into the world of Magi, Witches, and wishes- all the while a certain little bipedal fiend began to showcase an equal amount of interest in him for reasons we are going to dive into soon.

On to the main topic of his wish, it's quite simple, really; it would be related to his hunger for power/knowledge and furthering his research/scientific endeavors; promptly dissipating whatever is limiting his experimental pursuits (maybe even financial, as presented to us in the comics).

Another possible wish that he could have made might be rooted to the bonds he had formed with the mercenaries and the surprisingly deep respect he had shown to each one them on numerous occasions. Such fascination towards his teammates is even presented to us within the beta version of Meet the Medic, where he made his goal of enhancing them and turning them into beings akin to the divine as clear as daylight. I won't deny the fact that this man just keep on finding out new ways to break both the Hypocratic Oath and Geneva Conventions with each passing minute - and it's usually for his own amusement -, but he also seeks to sculpt each mercenary into the best versions of themselves not just as a testament to his own prowess, but also because of his fascination towards them; he just likes those goobers around him and sees the mercs as his fellow pals.

With all that being said, I personally don't believe that whatever power he gained as a result of these wishes would be on a similar caliber as his canonical healing skills; after all, even without Kyubey's interference, he has shown to be exceptionally skilled in his craft to the extent that he had deemed himself to be a god on multiple occasions- and none of them were without reason. Instead, I believe that the core theme of his new magical powers relate to limits- whatever barriers that prevented him from unlocking his and the rest's full potential, and fully dissipating them. Perhaps he can manifest organs, transfer them at high speeds, all the while making his surgeries a little easier for himself. The option of him being able to create little animated "familiars" of his own from the remains of both ally and enemy alike is also there. If you guys have better ideas, please don't hesitate to share; I'll have to admit that this coming up with wish-related powers is a personal weak point of mine, and I will be accepting any and all criticisms coming my way.

Finally, to close this section and move on to the next, I would also like to discuss the matter surrounding his soul gem, and how I would personally interpret it. I am unsure if what I am going to say next has been backed up by canon or not, but a nice detail that I have noticed whilst looking into the soul gems present in canon is that they often correspond with the eye colors of their respective magi; which brings to mind the idea of eyes being the windows to a person's soul. Even if it's not a mandatory rule for when it comes to designing a Magi (especially when we take Nagisa Momoe into account), we can still see this metaphor being at play on numerous occasions throughout the Madoka canons, and where else is it more evident than within Kazumi Magica and the Magia Record anime?

Putting it briefly, aside from just looking at their soul gem, another indicator of a magi's slip into witchhood is by looking into their eyes during their final moments; Michiru Kazusa's sclera turned completely dark as her pupils began to shift into scribbles, and Kuroe - poor, sweet Kuroe - had the same corruption her soul gem was undergoing being displayed from within, you guessed it, her eyes.

So, while I do believe that red could be a nice color for Ludwig's soul gem, as it would also correspond with him being on the RED team - as presented to us on the cover of Fight Songs -, I can also see that a striking blue could also fit our crazy bastard.

As for the emblems present on his soul gem's egg form and its shape upon transformation, I'm gonna be honest; this is gonna be a little more complex than the color part - especially with the soul gems of Tart Magica and Magia Record in mind -, but I will do my best to summarize it to the best of my abilities-

To make this easier for my sanity's sake, the red cross he is already associated with in-game will be present as the emblem on top of his soul gem, though the the one on the middle would probably be based on either his bonesaw, the Ubercharge, a realistic heart (as a tie-in to how the Ubercharge works), or his doves instead. The actual shape his soul gem take on upon transformation, on the other hand, would resemble a large, anatomical heart placed on the center of his chest - connected to the rest of it and his shoulders through glass arteries and veins - due to its sheer size; usually, a magi's soul gem is only large enough to fit within the palm of their hands, while Medic's could be as huge as his curled-up fist or even an ostrich's egg.

The cause behind this peculiarity will be thoroughly explained soon enough, but, for now, let us close this chapter up and move on to the next...

-Descent Into Despair-

Before we kick off this angst fest and start hypothesizing, we're gonna need to take a good look at the nature of the soul and how this ties into the existing similarities shared between Kyubey and Ludwig- yes, this will get wild, especially if you're in only one of those fandoms from the outside looking in, so it's best for you to buckle up, hon, 'cause we in for a fucking joyride.

According to multiple religious and philosophical texts, the soul is a vital, non-physical part of a human being; it is an individual's very core of existence. The soul isn't exactly abstract, per se, as it's believed to actually exist between the lines of this plane of reality and that of the intangible world, and that each person has a unique soul that is distinctly theirs; it is, by definition, metaphysical- that person is the soul, as much as the soul is them.

Despite the limitations placed upon us by the very nature of the soul, it can be treated as a tangible and even physical object within both the TF2 and PMMM canons; in the latter case, Kyubey was able to turn them into magical gems for the sake of both efficiency and "incubation" - the goal of turning his victims into despair-riddled witches that spread the very misery they are drowning in -, all the while, in the Team Fortress universe, they are treated as nothing more than organs that can be removed and then reapplied at will by the very hands of, you guessed it, our very own Ludwig Humboldt for the dual purpose of conning the Devil out of the ownership of his soul and, in turn, extending his own life span.

This brings us back to the very moment where Ludwig made his wish with Kyubey; as presented to us via both Sayaka Miki and Homura Akemi, the process of making a wish and establishing a contract with Kyubey is proven to be quite the painful procedure, as they were able to feel their souls being pulled right out of their bodies by Kyubey in order to remold the very cores of their whole existence into these magical jewels known as Soul Gems; shining with the wishes that bind them to the life of a Magi until they inevitably reach their grisly ends.

Medic, of all people, would absolutely be the first to know exactly how painful it would be to have one's soul be forcefully ripped out of one's own body; he had already done so to 8 other people before grafting the extracted essences into himself. As result of this forced amalgamation, the size of his soul gem would be, as already stated, much larger than average. As for Medic himself and his reaction to his accumulated souls being turned into this grand artifact of magical potential, he would be in a state of shock, awe, and perhaps even a tinge of conflict - from the pain alone, he knew that his souls were tampered with; extracted and reforged -, but they were miniscule when compared to the wave of amazement that washed over him as he held the newly formed symbol of his status as a magi in his hands, shining a brilliant red with the wish he made with the white devil before him.

If Medic had to be honest, he would say, without a shadow of a doubt, that the incubators sure knew what they were doing; despite the tinge of bitterness regarding his souls being torn out of him, it was undeniable that having his life essences be turned into an all-powerful jewel was rather efficient, especially when stranded within the chaotic, unforgiving battlefield. Besides, this deal not only granted him what he desired most in life, but it unlocked a whole new world for him to explore; the realm of the witches.

After his first witch hunt went off without a hitch, he looked at his soul gem...yes, it had dimmed a little, and, according to his newly-formed, four-legged acquaintance, its brightness reflected what magic he had left; the very power he had gained from their infernal deal. This knowledge, combined with the grief seed taking in the impurities he had accumulated, had sparked inspiration within him, and, inevitably, that little glimmer turned into a raging, uncontrollable wildfire.

As his lips curled into that deranged smile of his, he arrived to the conclusion that he needed to research both his soul gem and these otherworldly monsters. Oh, was he was ever-so excited; a whole new world of possibilities had unveiled before him! He knew he had to learn more about these witches, for they were prime candidates for new observations and experiments...

Besides, if things were to go awry, he would have his backup plans as safeguards. He looked at the large jewel on his desk, its light reflecting on his glasses, with a look of complete confidence- after all, he was Ludwig Humboldt, the RED team's medic; he had already played the classic team like the money-hungry fools they were, defied all known laws of life, death, and nature on the regular, and bested the Devil in his own game! What bases of morality and human decency were little more than etches on the wall to him, and he was willing to go above and beyond to ensure his own and the rest's survival.

He cackled; oh, there was no need for any worries, my friend! Whatever that may come to pass, he shall find a workaround. So, with his lips curling into that toothy smile of his, he went to work-

Just like clockwork, it didn't take long for his signature obsession to dig its talons; day by day, he would salvage what parts of these unfathomable creatures and bring them back to his infirmary- even going as far as to capture their familiars and the smaller witches to bring back. After all, killing these wicked creatures outright would just cause them and their barriers to fade away, so he had to think of workarounds in order to harvest as much useful parts of them as he could.

All that, and that is without even getting into the details of the bargain he had made with the little pale ferret- why, that rascal Kyubey could be considered a new good friend of his in his eyes! He had even experimented on the bipedal fiend, and the Incubator held no grudge towards the quack doctor (hence how he came into the knowledge of his entire species and the fact that they were a hivemind). Back on topic- yes, the contract in itself was agonizing, there was no denying that, but at least he had gained a myriad of benefits from their mutual agreement.

Yet, as the saying goes, the higher they soar, the harder they fall.

Within every enforced law and in every deal made, loopholes were an inevitability- Ludwig and Kyubey knew that all too well as the roles of the recipient and contractor respectively. Time and curiosity have worked hand-in-hand in order to nurture their individual experiences and wisdom surrounding this unwritten rule of the universe. As several blazing days turned into howling nights, Ludwig's intrigue towards the limitations set before him as both a mercenary and a Puer Magi grew; his souls being turned into a singular, portable trinket was effective, yes, especially with the magic he had gained and his more than impressive healing abilities making both jobs a lot more easier, but, of course, so much could go wrong in the long run-

Ah, and these witches- at this stage, he had accomplished what many had deemed to be either impossible or far too risky; lining up the walls of his laboratory, amongst the butchered appendages and organs of their kin, were the captured forms of smaller witches and familiars- some were still struggling to be set free, while the others have resigned themselves to their fates. Whenever Ludwig wasn't on either battlefields or experimenting on his teammates, he would be slicing and chopping these poor souls away- trying to see how they functioned, or even analyzing their individual reactions to his little tests. Each of these curse-driven monstrosities' very existence brought forth a cluster of enigmas that only Ludwig could unravel, and the answer to these riddles must be tied to the very core of these beings- whether we're talking about how they would function as a living organism...or their grief seeds.

Besides...in his mind, there was nothing wrong with getting a few more benefits for yourself, was there? So long as such a possibility could help him continue on with both his life and work without any worries over the unknown, he was willing to take that chance. He was more than willing to rise up in the face of these hindrances- even if it took nearly pushing his soul to its breaking point, or unleashing what horrors mankind is not ready for once he manages to crack open a grief seed, he was certain he would find his way through this maze.

Unfortunately, his trickery of the devil himself had rendered him too confident. This unassuming little creature was no devil.

The further he descended down the inferno, the more barricades he had encountered on his way; wounding and injuring him to no end. Even with his soul gem on the edge of shattering, the grief seeds he had gathered were torn apart, watching as his own teammates neared their own limits as he caught up with them during their own witch hunts- the result was the same; he needed to research this even further. The fact that the two objects were apparently made of the same material had led Ludwig to several hypotheses - even coming close to the truth himself -, but, let us be real here for a second- if he did manage to figure out the truth behind the witches, which, logically speaking, he would, would it even come close to bothering him?

In fact...who was to say that, by learning the origins behind these creatures, that he wouldn't embrace the corruption of his soul gem? That he wouldn't lay his old vessel to waste, and treat his ascension to a higher plane of existence as a new experience for him? If that wasn't the case, then wouldn't he also inadvertently boost the process by going through meaningless hoops in the attempt to prevent his pre-written fate?

When looking at a man like Ludwig, a man already too far gone, only cold insanity and sadism irradiated from him- possessing an uncaring glee over the prospect of being able to experiment on the less fortunate souls who got in his way. His insistence on carrying on with his research came to the shock of almost nobody; such was his habit, and the mercenaries got used to his antics over time- yet, as time passed, his grip on his frustrations, desperation, and ever-growing drive continued to waver; everything about this new perspective on life filled him with a sense of wonder, even the countless roadblocks he had encountered still gave him a sense of awe...

His soul gem was as large as it was powerful, yes; it would take a larger accumulation of filth in order to actually affect him in any way or manner, and the reserves of magic he had- oh, how brightly must his gem shine when at its peak! Yet, one must consider at what point will the accumulated filth become...irreversible- how, at a certain threshold, the process of gathering up enough grief seeds to make sure it stays at its brightest at all times will yield more drawbacks than prospects of restoration? That the net value of the magic restored will inevitably hit zero if not the negatives?

How many times must this cycle repeat itself in order for the magi to inevitably give up on keeping their own soul completely pure at all times?

Ludwig still managed to keep his magic reserves somewhat afloat; though his cheerful and friendly mannerisms haven't wavered a bit, he couldn't keep his attention away from the developments that were unfolding before him. The experiments he had conducted on both his soul gem and the grief seeds he had gathered up did not help at all; further damaging and tainting his core only to satiate his own curiosity. He saw no issues as darkness slowly consumed his soul gem- it was simply another phenomenon to experience and document, no? It wasn't like it was hurting him or anything- if anything grim were to occur, he had his backup plans...if he could find one that actually worked...

No matter what Ludwig did, it appeared that his core was strictly bound to this jewel; he wasn't able to separate the souls within it, and, no matter how many times he would place another soul within him, it would just fade away as soon as he reached for it- purifying his soul gem in the process and leaving Ludwig as hollow as he was before the tests.

...He needed to study this further.

Ludwig's worries and starvation for answers gnawed at him. Within his glass heart, shades of ebony and crimson danced around one another, with only a small glimmer of light flickering through the veins existing to provide any form of luminescence, and his eyes-

Mikhail felt a lump on his throat as he gazed into the medic's soul through them- his once bright, fear-inducing blue eyes were beyond bloodshot, and, by his life, he could have sworn he saw the particles of his overheals float amidst the chaos. Still, Misha gulped down his worries as he placed the sandwich on Ludwig's desk and expressed his concerns over his health- to which the doctor thanked him - for both the meal and his considerations -, and assured the Heavy Weapons Guy before him that it was really nothing to flutter his feathers over, in his own words.

It was all going to be worth it soon. He knew it.

Tensions within the RED base grew with every passing day, and nobody sensed it more than Mikhail and Dell Conagher; though Ludwig would insist that he was alright - that it was all a part of the usual routine - and how close he was to a breakthrough, the two couldn't help but look out for the well-being of their medic. For the last few weeks to come, the two would keep a close eye on him- checking on the guy every now and then - as much as they could -, and making sure he hadn't completely lost himself.

His answers were becoming more cryptic as time passed; no matter how much Dell would ask and express his concerns, Ludwig would still act nonchalant, even as his eyes continued to darken with and his health evidently took a nosedive. This was no need for the concern, my friend; he continued to promise the engineer that it was all working out fine, and that he'll be okay once it's all over. Dell still kept his guards up; worried that, one day, Ludwig's gonna go completely off the rails- his and Mikhail's resolution to keep that man safe grew with each conversation they had with him. Something just ain't completely sound here, and he'll have to be there for him when that time comes.

What a hollow vow.

Days blurred with one another in Ludwig's mind. Each passing second held little to no significance to him anymore. No, he had to continue on with his hunts- he needed to. His doves looked at him with worried expressions; the lab was a mess, with papers and feathers scattered everywhere, the lights burnt out, and Ludwig himself slouched on the chair- illuminated by moonlight, and still carrying that damned gem.

And...he was never as satisfied as he was right at this very moment.

He looked down at his beaten-down, darkening soul gem- it was all worth it, no? He gazed into the flickering crimsons as though he was in a daze. He was exhausted, unable to get up on his feet, but he didn't mind that at all. His team will understand soon enough...

The light within his soul gem went into a frenzy- he smiled from ear to ear, for it was finally time; the hour of revelation had dawned upon him. Like a grand supernova, it collapsed into itself.

Ludwig tilted his head backwards, still fascinated by what was happening before him even as all life escaped his eyes. He embraced the corruption consuming him, and, with a crack and a flash of bright light, the entire RED base was sent into chaos.

-The Witch's Nature-

In short, this is tied to the personality/aspect of a magi that did them in; what drove them to slip into despair with their skulls cracking wide open upon impact. To provide a few set examples; Homulilly's was Self-Sufficiency (closing herself off from others as both Moemura and Cool Homu), Oktavia's was to Fall in Love (the infatuation with both Kyosuke and the ideal of a Magical Girl marked poor Sayaka's end), and Candeloro's was inviting (Mami's coping mechanism to deal with her loneliness- and the irony of her dragging innocents into the life of a magi). It can also reflect the intent behind their wish (Sayaka and Madoka) or how they would cope with the life of a magi and the responsibilities that come with it moving forwards prior to their demise (Mami, Kyoko and Homura).

Unfortunately, it is rather....difficult to describe the traits and convictions that cause such complex characters to do what they have done in a single sentence, much less a word or two. For all anyone would know, any of the mentioned above - cause of their wishes, how they cope, and what finally marked their ends - could have been driven by a multitude of a magi's traits and goals, and Ludwig was no exception.

To make this easier on everyone, myself included, I have divided most of the traits that have pushed Lud over the edge into separate segments. The suggested natures listed below are in no particular order; one can fit the bill more than the other. Though I have chosen only one of them for the witch card, ya'll are free to reinterpret it with any of the other suggested natures.

Desperate

Cunning

Wonder

Sadistic

To Experiment

Observant

Curious

-The Witch's Appearance-

"I have a bird head! You're dominated! We're both having a bad day."

This might either be the most fun or the most agonizing segment of the entire thing. As a matter of fact, aside from his descent to despair, this part took me the longest to conceptualize, and it's still not 100% complete in my eyes, oh dear oh me-

Right off the bat- the witch has to be gruesome. I am not placing heavy emphasis on this one just because this is Medic we're talking about and how we're all aware of his...peculiar views on his job and the human body, but it's also due to the aforementioned souls he's surgically implanted into himself prior to contracting. Let me state this again- before managing to find and ensure a contract with Kyubey, the man had already managed to turn the abstract concept of a soul into nothing more than an organ that can be grafted into himself; that ferret's nifty trick is no longer special.

To showcase exactly why the topic of Lud having multiple souls is so integral here, we have to recall that, throughout the Puella Magi canon, we have witnessed witches fusing with one another via various means; it has been stated that Walpurgisnacht was a singular witch who fused with others over time, and Kazumi Magica's Hyades Daybreak was an artificially-created witch born from the fusion of multiple soul gems. You could argue that Madokami is another such example thanks to Homura's resets and wish having her as the main focus; thus binding her to multiple iterations of herself across numerous timelines (as is it made clear to us with Madokami's transformation sequence in Magia Record).

The point being is that not only is Medic's witch's stupidly powerful, but I doubt it would be pretty to the eyes; unlike Madoka, those souls weren't originally his, and the way that he fused himself with said souls is thanks to his, let's say, bizarre surgical skills, and not due to whatever logic is behind the witches' ability to fuse with one another. Think of the core of his very being as an amalgam; whether he's retained his original soul from the Devil's ownership upon contracting or not is up to you, but the idea still stands nonetheless. It wouldn't just be some Frankenstein-esque monstrosity with stitches, additional appendages, and mismatched skin, either; the organs representing the souls he had stolen are there for all to see just beneath his unassuming, reliable, and even charming exterior.

Now that we've gotten some key details written down, we are going to have to examine his role, self-image, history, and the impact his actions had on the rest of the team in order to actually, well, design the bastard's personification of obsession and despair; these four elements are crucial for when it comes to designing a decent witch that would not only fit in the world of Madoka Magica, but also drive home the idea that these witches were once Magi themselves- with their own dreams and goals.

We'll kick this off by looking at Ludwig's role in the canon of Team Fortress 2; he is the de-facto healer, but he's less interested in actually helping the ill and is more into the idea of tinkering with the human form- going as far as to use animal organs for his whack scientific endeavors for the goal of satisfying his curiosity. His healing abilities are also stated to be side-effects of his knowledge regarding human anatomy- even the Medigun wasn't initially supposed to be healing the mercs, according to the lore provided for us.

While on topic, I should also bring Medic's gameplay onto the table; though he is one of the weaker classes when speaking in terms of strength, making sure your team's medic stays on the map for as long as you could is crucial. Think of him as the king piece on a chess board; once your doc out of the picture, not only will your team start to drop like flies, but you'll lose some of that sweet, sweet Uber time. There is a reason as to why Medics tend to stay around the more resilient classes rather than glass cannons like Scout; survival and defenses.

Next up, we'll talk about his self-image and how he is perceived by the rest. As we can tell, he takes much delight in his work and his experiments on other human beings- he doesn't see anything to worry about his interests and the peculiar way he goes about it, no matter how extreme it is. Obviously, the man's not in-tune with the concept of human morality- going as far as to see these unwritten rules of humanity as nothing more than roadblocks on the way of his life.

In spite of his...screws being more than loose, as I already stated above, it isn't like he sees his fellow mercenaries as lesser beings when compared to himself; he does like them, albeit in his own amoral, gory way - he wouldn't have granted them the power of invincibility otherwise, among the other feats in modern science he had accomplished in order to save his team's asses -. Yeah, he does experiment on them, but, at this point, that's just how he says "hello"- and, when compared to what he did to the Classics, the adjustments made were for the active benefit of his team (...most of the time).

From all this, we can tell that his witch is on the more dangerous side (AS IF THE EXTRA SOULS DIDN'T DO THE JOB?)- with a dash of grace, of course; a reflection of his friendly exterior hiding away his twisted interests and "job"- and, fellas, he adores his work. He holds no regards for the safety of his patients and how outlandish his experiments are; he already kept an enemy Spy's head alive in a fridge, for corn's sake. Nonetheless, he is still a competent doctor- more than competent, in fact; when given the right tools, organs, time, and budget- death is no more than a small hurdle to him. He also genuinely cares for his fellow mercs, even going as far as to call them his friends; maybe that's how the witch will see his own familiars? What if he also tries to smile, joke around, and sing lullabies as he cuts open his human victims?

By looking at this being, only unfathomable, suffocating dread surrounded you- for you were in the presence of he who holds the thread between life and death. This creature before you- no, that isn't right...this deity looked down upon his next patient; surrounded by the lifeless husks of his familiars and their victims, he was rather annoyed over the prospect of having his work be interrupted, but he was also more glad that a living being had wandered into the operating room. Yes, he knew it now; a sadistic sense of glee beamed from the monster as he knew that the next medical trial will be a lot more interesting than he had expected.

Finally, to wrap things up, we glance at his history. Now, I am going to give you guys the heads-up in advance, because not only will this segment be composed of speculations for the most part, but we will be discussing themes of ethn1c gen0c1de. If this topic is in any way triggering, scroll down to the part where we talk about either the latter part of his design, his barrier- or just skip right to the Witch's Card. Clicking away from this post altogether is also highly encouraged.

Much of Ludwig's history is currently kept wrapped under shadows- we were told of Mikhail's, Tavish's, Jeremy's, Dell's, Mundy's, and even Jane's lives before they joined RED/BLU and partook in the Gravel Wars, but, aside from the enigmatic Pyro, Medic was the only one whose backstory was never clearly given to us. All we have to go off of are the bits and pieces peppered across the official website(s) and several official cosmetics-

We all know that he was native to and lived in Germany "during an era where the Hippocratic Oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion" until he had escaped it by hijacking a catering van during a prime minister's wedding for reasons currently unclear to us - it has been speculated it was due to him having stolen a man's whole skeleton, but he had stated that he lost his medical license soon after the incident -. In the Two Cities update, one of the signs present in Rottenburg, his hometown, was that of a pharmacy advertising a number of...odd products, one of which being Baboon Hearts (leading to the speculation that his name has to be Humboldt- as it was the name of said pharmacy and the confirmation that Medic descended from a line of mad scientists like himself). We also know that he had found and then adopted his doves, namely Archimedes, as he escaped via grand theft catering van.

These should be all he scraps we were given in regards to Ludwig as a character outside of his job and the mercenary business, right? Weeeeeeelll....not quite. There is still one more jigsaw puzzle we should piece together, and, when combined with the time period TF2 takes place in, it does not paint a pretty picture of his life prior to becoming a mercenary. Folks...

We have to talk about Ludwig's Jewish coding, and the implications it has in regards to his backstory when combined with the timeline of the Team Fortress universe.

Though it was never explicitly stated to us, several aspects of Medic do shine a light towards this specific direction; to make this easier for us all, I'll just be listing down the evidence present across the canons of both the game and the comics-

The theme song of his bird, Archimedes, that plays during his surgery on Heavy in Meet the Medic is Klezmer music- Yiddish folk music

His pronunciation of "Danke Schon" is the Yiddish way

In the Gargoyles and Gravel comic, he was dressed up as the openly Jewish Albert Einstein for Halloween

The most damning of all, Valve's insistence that Medic is NOT a N-zi; especially with how fanmade cosmetics that portray him in such a way are often taken down almost immediately

Now, I do understand the fact that Ludwig is far from a saint, but...you have to understand the sheer, vile evil the N-zis and their ideology embody- and, unfortunately, he was also another target for their venomous rampage. Add in the fact that it was at full swing back when Lud was a young adult and he probably witnessed the rise of the heinous ideology when he was a little sap, and...there is no way I can say this lightly-

Ludwig had lived through dark, heinous years. Maybe he's always been this crazy, maybe what was left of his sanity had shattered to brittle pieces thanks to what he and countless others were forced to experience- perhaps he was already insane, but the slaughters and oppression were a whole other degree of evil to him; of course, until the writers at Valve say otherwise, all this falls upon how you personally interpret Medic as a character and how he coped with his backstory.

Though this is all just simple speculation based on what bits and pieces of the man's background we were given officially, it does bring into question what Lud had experienced outside of his medical endeavors. Besides, topics surrounding the second world war have already been explored in the world of TF2- Heavy's backstory is one example, where he and his family were sent to a gulag following the imprisonment and execution of his father, a counter-revolutionist; they only managed to escape once it had burnt down. The trauma of the experience still lingers within Mikhail, as was shown to us in A Cold Day in Hell, so such a backstory for Ludwig is not out of the realm of possibility.

With all that in mind, one must wonder about the kinds of thoughts that were running through Ludwig's mind during that time, and place his escape from Germany under a different light. I must, once again, repeat the statement that Ludwig is not a good man, but did that justify whatever he possibly went through? He even went as far as to crash a political figure's wedding in order to flee; was it because of the hilarity factor TF2 and Medic as a character are well-known for - namely after he stole that dude's skeleton -? Or was there another aspect at play- one of utmost urgency? After all, leaving one's home country for good has got to be a difficult decision- he didn't even return to Rottenburg when Grey Mann took over, implying that, unlike the rest, he didn't have anything waiting for him back home...

Ah, it wasn't like it mattered to him nowadays, anyway; nay, he dared not to think about it any further- all that mattered to him now were his research...his experiments...

So, with all the complicated stuff set on the table, let's move on to the simpler bits of a witch's design- the glue that tie all these bits and pieces together!

Where do we start? With the Magi's own design, of course! After all, Oktavia's knightly theme didn't just come from Sayaka's desire to become a hero/Kyosuke's knight in shining armor, and don't get me started on Homulilly's final form. I am certain that there are other witches that would also help get the point across, like Charlotte, but let's not extend this segment too much.

Upon taking a closer look, we can see that Ludwig's design invokes the imagery of a dove - just like how the little nubs on Nagisa's hat are reminiscent of mouse ears (and we all know how her witch form looks like) -, especially with the ends of his coat resembling a dove's tail feathers. Several cosmetics of his that are present in the game also boost this specific theme of his, especially the Blighted Beak mask, the Wings of Purity, and, of course, the infamous Medimedes bird head.

Of course, this might be a reference to the doves in his lab - there we go, simple as that -, but I don't think that's all there is to it; remember, for an amoral, crazed man like Medic, he is still represented by holy themes, much like any other healer in most media. When you think of a healer, you think of a person who swore under the oath of not doing any harm, and have devoted themselves to the life of pacifism...everything that Medic is not. In fact, Medic himself invokes the fear of being before the almighty; how small and utterly insignificant we are in his eyes, and that, to a being with a mind like Ludwig's, our lives are in the palms of his hands to toy with.

Ah, sacricore and holy themes- don't we just love them? The idea of a savior is definitely written down; a brilliant being with evidence of the slaughter staining his hands. Doves are also gonna be heavily referenced- what kind of Medic-related design are we working on if we didn't give him a pair of wings or two?

As a matter of fact, who is to say that the witch isn't a mad, humanoid-ish dove? With his crooked, bright smile and unfeeling red eyes being hidden by his aura and brilliant, white feathers? You think you might be in the presence of a god of hospitals and medicine, and he even approaches you with such a cheerful demeanor; happy to see a patient stumbling into his lab! That is, until you see how red the ends of his feathers are, how wide that smile is under that plague mask of his, and his eyes...

Hang on- is this a plague mask to begin with? As your eyes finally focus...you can see that it is jutting out of his skin- it's not a mask, but a part of his skull.

Next, we are going to focus on the magi's weapon and what powers they had prior to witchification; now, I am aware that their weapons and their powers are not always reflected in their witch designs - coughs coughs, Kriemhild and Homulilly -, but it does appear to be an "either/both/neither" case for when it comes to analyzing and designing them - I mean, just look at Ophelia -. Besides, Team Fortress 2 is a combat-oriented game, so it would be of great disservice to the game if I did NOT incorporate the main vessel in which you would use to bludgeon your enemies to smithereens with.

Once more, the Medic's main shtick is healing and granting your team a wide number of buffs depending on the medigun equipped; the Kritzkrieg grants a 100% crit chance upon activation, the Vaccinator provides immunity/reduced damage against several damage types, and don't get me started on the number of buffs a Medic can grant their team alone in the Mann vs. Machine mode. For now, we'll just be focusing on the classical Medigun, and how it grants invincibility to both himself and the person he is healing upon activation.

As seen in Meet the Medic, this was possible due to the adjustments made on each of the mercs' hearts- or, what replacements they have received in place of said organs, considering that even HEAVY'S had burst from the pressure caused by his medigun's rays. It is shown to us that the heart begins to pump at an accelerated rate upon activation, likely to spread the influence of the medigun at full power through the subject's veins; turning them into a bulletproof behemoths ready to turn the enemy team into a pile of mush.

From this alone, we can pinpoint the idea that hearts are an important motif in his witch's design. I'd also wager that he'd also possess powers that aren't unlike the functionalities of his medigun; allowing him to heal himself, his familiars, and even other witches at close proximity- bloodthirsty, erratic mercenary or not, he is still the team's doctor. Once the witch starts glowing red, you only have a few seconds to either find a weak point as soon as you could or make a break for it.

To further build upon this theme, attached to his back, not looking too dissimilar to how his medigun backpack, are vials filled with fluid that each resemble the lights of a soul gem at its limit. Within them, he stores his victim's souls, blood, guts, and organs for future usage. How did they get here? Why, with his other appendage hidden inside his forearm; resembling a combination between a saw and a needle. It is easy to use a surgical knife, yes, but some patients are...less than cooperative.

Before we unveil the finalized-ish idea for the witch, I should also take a second to talk about his hypothetical barrier and possible witch's kiss/warlock's whisper. It is true that the most powerful witches in-canon don't exactly need to hide in their barriers - case in point, Walpurgisnacht, Kriemhild Gretchen, Hyades and Shitori Egumo -, but, if we go by the concept art pertaining to Kriemhild Gretchen, we can see that they do have labyrinths they call their own. Even Walpurgisnacht has a pocket space she calls her home; it's the none other than the monochrome hallway Madoka was running through during episode 1, as confirmed by the PSP Game. If neither Walpurgis nor Kriemhild were exempt from this rule, then it shouldn't be surprising to see that this also applies to Ludwig's witch.

As stated in the January 2012 issue of Dengeki Playstation, a witch's labyrinth represents "the magical girl's mental landscape before they became a witch"; Oktavia's was a concert hall- resembling the one where she would watch Kyousuke play the violin, Candeloro's a tea party for one- representing how she would cope with her loneliness and the fact that she arranged her meetings with Madoka and Sayaka as tea parties -, and, according to the aforementioned concept art, Kriemhild's barrier is an obsidian and magenta void full of floating furniture- specifically those of her and her mother's rooms.

From these examples, we can assume that the barrier represent core memories of the magi before they fell into despair, and are either tied to the reason behind their wishes or how they coped with their lives after contracting:

Madoka had a healthy family life in comparison to the other members of the holy quintet, and it is thanks to the environment she was raised in that she ended up becoming the merciful, selfless girl that we all know today

Everything about Homulilly's barrier just represent how much Madoka meant to Homura, even if she didn't exactly see her perspective 1:1; as such, the rundown state of Mitakihara City not only represents her time loops and how it is the setting for all her time loops, but also how she failed to protect Madoka in the end and to grieve the normal life they could have had- had it not been for the universe and everything it stood for standing against them (it might also foreshadow the choice she had made at the end of Rebellion; trapping her team and the rest of the city in a gilded cage so that the incubators will not have a chance at hurting Madoka ever again)

Nagisa didn't have much of a social life outside of school, her run-down home, and visiting the hospital where her mother was at- and it is within that hospital that she proclaimed that she was done with being the perfect daughter to someone who barely deserved it; that it was her turn to take control

We can even tell that Sayaka watching Kyousuke's concerts was such a pivotal moment in her life because of how this specific memory was shown to us at least twice during the series; when she explained what happened to him and the cause behind her wish, and as soon as her soul gem had reached the point of no return- albeit for a split second.

Of course, this is not necessarily a strict rule to follow for when it comes to designing and deciphering witch labyrinths; H.N Elly's barrier resembles a snow globe in composition - according to production notes -, Charlotte is having a tea party with a doll in which both of them are unable to respond, and...I am not 100% sure on what to make of Ophelia's barrier- though I will come back to it later. Barriers don't have to be based on actual locations that are significant to the magi's life; rather, they can be manifestations of their desires prior to witching out- Elly wished to preserve a happy memory that gave her a shred of respite in the midst of the stressful life of an idol; and the tea party symbolizes the relationship Nagisa craved from her mother, that she was the timid one of both parties- silent as a doll, and how ultimately hollow that wish is- in the end, it's just a toy; it cannot respond to her even if she could speak, nor could it comfort her.

Unsurprisingly, I can see that Ludwig's barrier could be an infirmary...no, that can't be right; after all, Ludwig does what he does not out of compassion for the sick, but because he could. He seeks to change and perfect the mercs; turning them into unstoppable killing machines forged by his own hands and mind. He usually does all this to satisfy that itch in his mind and the excitement whatever results he gets from these surgeries bring him. It looks like a place of respite for one's health, but it is a death trap, first and foremost.

As a reference to his escape from Germany, maybe Ludwig's doves are still flying around the barrier; blood and feathers staining the floors and hallways, and themes of uprooted trees are peppered in as paintings and ruined potted plants. This represents the panic setting in and high speeds of the van, on top of how he came to discover and adopt these feathery companions of his, while the uprooted tree symbol suggests that he has nothing waiting for him back home in Germany; the other mercenaries went back home after the events of Rings of Fired (sans Pyro and Engie) except for Medic, after all. Maybe he was just lucky(?) enough to immediately land a job amongst the classic mercs, or perhaps...he just couldn't go back "home", not after everything.

Going back to the canonical barriers for a sec, one part of when it comes to designing a proper labyrinth is that, sometimes, a person can sway your heart so much they could change the trajectory of your ideals and influence the way you look at both your actions and the world around you.

This is most evident in Ophelia's barrier, as seen to us in Madoka Magica Portable; though it's hard for me personally to decipher exactly what it is, there's a fuck-ton of symbolic elements literally swimming around there, including musical notes floating from the ground and into the air. I don't think I need to specify exactly what said notes represent here.

Since there are multiple rooms within a barrier that can serve different functions, perhaps there's an outdoors segment where the magi first end up in; a frigid winter wonderland threatening to turn this labyrinth's visitors' limbs into unfeeling, darkened blocks of frozen meat falling off their bones. The only salvation from this bitter cold is to enter the interior segments of the barrier, and, even then, you are still not at all safe; his familiars are still on high alert- whenever they aren't "looking after" the other patients present -, and the infirmary in of itself is nothing more than the lure of an anglerfish- fooling the humans who have stumbled into it and punishing them to a fate worse than death.

The conveyor belt stretches through the halls of the labyrinth and leads right to the center; the operating room. There, the doctor awaits either his next batch of organs - human or otherwise - or a new patient. Ah, how everything runs smoothly; the bloodshed, the violence, the screaming- such fine melodies, they nearly compelled him go and play a tune on his "bone" saw at this very moment.

Another small detail that I want to pepper in is that there are the sounds and vibrations of a heart beat that echo through the halls of the labyrinth's interior sections. Perhaps there are slices of lavish wedding cakes (the van), pretzels (Germany), and all manners of bread (the mercs and that bread monster) that are being served in the canteen- and, before you ask, no, I would not recommend eating them. I know I already said that hearts are a core theme of the witch's design itself, and maybe the canteen thing is a bit too farfetched, but, hey, a nice detail is a nice detail.

Finally, so we can wrap this whole segment up already, we'll discuss the details of his witch's kiss/warlock's whisper. Now, Witch Kisses in-canon are...weird; they hold less consistencies than the witches themselves and their barriers, so it is hard to draw out the necessary similarities needed to create a decent design. Some witch's kisses are tied to the witch's type (Uhrmann, Homulilly), designs (Oktavia, Elly), and their grief seeds (Kriemhild). Sometimes, I have no idea on what they represent at all! (CANDELORO) I'm just gonna go on a limb here and just...wing it.

-BADUM TSS-

Okay, okay, that was horrible, I'm sorry. Indeed, wings will be a key theme- specifically 6 of them; not only are they reflective of him being a dove, but also to boost the holiness theme he has going on and to symbolize his earlier deal with the devil. In the middle of it, a clawed, red hand grabs on to an anatomical heart; whether he is handing it out or taking it for himself is unknown. Upon closer inspection, one can see that it is affecting the victim's veins, causing the area around the whisper to turn into a deep, glowing red; remember how the ubercharge works, people.

Finally, finally, after two months of hard work - two months of AGONY -, we have it; the moment we have all been waiting for...

-Witch Card-

Asclepius, the Warlock of Reconfiguration. His nature is wonder. A revolting, mad avian who conceals his sickened mind with the appearance of a plague doctor, and a charming, silver tongue. Upon gathering up those who would become the volunteers and patients for his latest medical trials, his very own ward begins to choir and hum with every slice and stitch made on his victims' bodies; readjusting and mutilating their forms to fit what piqued his mind at the hour.

The leftover organs are then either stored for his future endeavors, swallowed whole by the warlock in order to improve upon his own self, or are kept alive - perhaps even conscious - within his barrier as a testament to his prowess; eternally trapped and wailing for the liberation of death.

-Familiars-

Galatea. Servants of the Warlock of Reconfiguration. Their duty is to worship. The warlock's beautiful creations- the culminations of his medical curiosities. Right out of the operating tables, they would test out the enhancements blessed to them, and continue to be of good use to the warlock by defending his infirmary and the operating room. Those who cross paths with the Galateas will not see a hint of hesitation- they are willing to keep the bloodshed around the labyrinth ongoing for the sake of their doctor, even at the cost of their own lives.

Though the warlock prefers the blank slates that are the humans who get admitted to his infirmary, he would still pick apart at and experiment on his Galateas, whether in order to fix them, enhance them using the organs of his victims, or to salvage as much of their parts as he could- perhaps in order to rebuild them in the future.

(Familiars are said to be "projections of a magi's heart before they became a witch"; as result, their duties can range from directly serving the witch - the Holgers representing Sayaka's desire to be in the center of Kyousuke's attention, and the Anthonies are tasked to care for the roses Gertrud cherishes from the bottom of her heart -, to becoming obstacles to all, sometimes even to the witches themselves - the Klarissas' only task is to dance around Oktavia, Anja's stated to have been separated from Albertine, and dare I talk about how the Clara Dolls represent Homura's self-loathing over her inability to save Madoka? -. It isn't uncommon to see that a familiar can be based on significant key figures in the magi's life, especially if they were either related to the wish they made or the cause(s) behind their despair.

These buggers here symbolize Ludwig's love for not just mutilation, but also reinventing the way his teammates' organs function- and, as I mentioned before, his deep trust in the mercenaries. He also compared himself to the divine on numerous occasions and is followed by multiple holy motifs in spite of his little deal with the devil going on; he was even followed by a choir and his doves flying behind him as soon as he stepped into the battlefield in Meet the Medic.)

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Hubris. Servants of the Warlock of Reconfiguration. Their duty is donation. Bound by their hauteur and the broken bones of their bounties, these pathetic prisoners of the warlock have been chained and are treated as nothing more than livestock by both their master and his other servants. Watching their own organs and other body parts be pulled apart from one another before regenerating once more for the continuation of this cycle has drained all hope of ever escaping their punishments from their eyes- not with these atrophied limbs and sore boils.

Their stringy, rotting flesh provide little to no sustenance for neither the warlock nor his other familiars, and are too fragile to use for his medical trials - hence the need for human patients -. Nonetheless, they are bound to these spare operating tables, awake at all times, as the claws of the other servants pick apart and toy with each and every one of their fibers. The warlock finds humor in their agonized howls.

(They resemble misshapen versions of the TFC team - barring their own medic -, since we are going with the assumption that he took their souls rather than those his own teammates. Why I went with the idea of the classics themselves becoming his familiars is and are not just projections of how Medic saw them during his time working with them is due to how both Walpurgisnacht and Hyades Daybreak had their respective original forms re-manifesting as their own familiars.

Yes, Cheavy gets the worst of it.)

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Archimedes. An old friend of the Warlock of Reconfiguration. His duty is attendance. As he glides through the bloodstained halls of the infirmary, this dove, whose pristine feathers have long since been soaked with a deep crimson throughout his master's countless trials, would not only take part in the warlock's surgeries as the role of a willing audience, but he would also stand by and even assist (Asclepius) - all the while satisfying his own morbid, sickened curiosity -. Of all familiars, the warlock treats this one with the most respect, understanding, and fatherly affection.

(Not a familiar that looks like the bird, not a familiar that is inspired by the bird- it's the fucking bird itself.)

-Inspirations-

In-game:

His doves, and the fact that Archimedes was a WEDDING DOVE before Medic found him

Him hijacking the chancellor's van during his wedding in order to escape Germany (and eventually finding then adopting Archimedes who was within it)

His silver tongue clashing with or weirdly complementing his deranged personality and actions; would it translate into his witch looking more humanoid, among other traits? Well...

His usage of animal organs to compensate for the fragility of human organs might make the humanoid aspect of his witch sort of moot

His bonesaw and how he plays it like a violin (non-conventional musicals?)

The Vita-saw

Ubercharge

Him playing cosmic systems like a damn skipping rope to his advantage (reviving Sniper and having multiple souls sewn into himself in order to scam the Devil out of their deal). This does not work with Kyubey, like, sir, your surname ain't Kaname, if memory serves me right

The Blighted Beak cosmetic; its Vibrio Cholerae style specifically, as it would better fit Inu Curry's art style

Medic's gameplay in both the vanilla game and the V-Script Zombie Infection mode

"And no wonder! For even the devil disguises himself as a being of light." - His association with themes that are considered "holy" and "good" in Meet the Medic and several of his own cosmetics...yeah, no need for me to go into detail as to how ironic this all is

Outside Influences:

The Greatest Living Show by Itoki Hana and Toby Fox (wow, I have an addiction to Itoki Hana's songs, don't I?)- evident especially with the heart beats in his barrier

Repo! The Genetic Opera

German fairytales- especially with how some of them revolve around mortals dealing with otherworldly beings

-Closing Statements-

To be completely honest, I wish I was able to actually draw this shit and not make ya'll read through this drag of a document and leave the gist of it up to your imaginations. I also have to apologize for how rushed it is near each segment's ending; I initially wanted to publish this around the start of October, but it was far, FAR from finished by the time it rolled around.

This has been a wild 2 or so months; constantly looking up references and refining the concept time and time again along the way, and it is still not perfect (especially with how the description of the warlock's appearance), but, overall, I am very happy to have managed to deliver it during spooky season.

I should also give a huge thanks to @bluethepearldiver! Not only did they support me incredibly so throughout the process of writing this in ways I cannot write down so easily, but they've also helped me with the names of his familiars and that RAW line ("Unfortunately, his trickery of the devil himself had rendered him too confident. This unassuming little creature was no devil.")! So, please, do give them the support they deserve ;0;

Once more, I am more than willing to listen to suggestions and criticisms; I'm aiming to not just improve upon Asclepius, but also the other mercs' witch forms when the time comes (I even have a concept for Scout's)! Do not be afraid to send an ask or even tag me regarding the matter- I'll do my best to reply (if Tumblr gets its head outta its ass and does its job notifying me for once)!

Thank you all so, so much for reading all this! I appreciate any and all engagements and feedback coming my way.

#team fortress 2 #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #Medic #Medic TF2 #TF2 Medic #PMMM Witches #Fanmade witches #Fortress Magica #Heavy Metal Fest #Heavymedic #Engiemedic #HeavyMetal #witching hours #Witch archives #Crossover Witches #Blog post #Chat Room #no beta read; it is 2 am so I will die like Mami #READ THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR #READ IIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT #TW: Gore #TW: surgery #TW: Cannibalism mention #TW: animal death mention #TW: Religion mention #TW: Genocide

[fantomette22]

And here’s a bloodborne crows headcanons drawing no one ask for!

Yeah I headcanons that some characters used to have some pet crows but it’s mostly a references for my fic verse too.

So I don’t have names for all the crows but I have a couple of ideas already. If you have ideas too pls share I’m listening.

Let’s begin with Cainhurst! 🛡️

📚🦉Ok Beltran from the cut content! Not sure he’s still alive during old hunters time but basically I imagined he was the (first?) crow master of Cainhurst.

🐦‍⬛⚔️Vledemyr my oc, my fav cainhurst knight! The current crow master. (Maria & Annalise’s cousin too) He was the one in charged of them before he become captain of the royal guard, he actually have lots of them (and they all love him a lot) but his very first crow is Corvus, the crow on his shoulder.

👑🕊️Ok so Annalise was offered an Albino crow, because she’s the princess and future Queen you see. *Check notes* hm Yuki is a possible name but idk either smt Japanese or slavic who mean snow or fit with cainhurst aesthetic idk.

👑🐦‍⬛ Ah Charles (oc based on the cainhurst portrait too, king consort when Annalise was Queen). So when he marry her and was crowned he was offered a baby leucistic crow (that’s why it’s brown, it’s a loose of melanine like albinism bur not complete the the eyes aren’t red or the skin pink for exemple), he was so confused about it like you can see XD probably except a hound or smt (in his dream he would have wish for a lion but there’s no lions at Cainhurst since like 60+ years or smt)

🐦‍⬛🌕🐦‍⬛Maria have 2-3 crows (the ones at the research hall you know 😢 minus the one with the guidance rune that belong to Ludwig like you can see) As for the names I was hesitating between Hugin & Munin (Odin’s crows) or Phobos & Deimos (Mars’moon) for the 2 crows siblings (well I hc Maria study astronomy so… heheh also her third one is the one German is holding x) yeah missing a leg I know. Ok also after Maria passed away the crows escape from the research hall and freak Gehrman out! They wanted to say to him hello or called his named and because crows can mimics sound and voices they took Maria’s voice 💀 he thought he was going crazy for a few mins before he found them… but really it annoyed more Laurence XD the crows really went to harass him (they know what’s up. Or didn’t take well he put them in cages or smt, or you know because of Maria. It got to the point Laurence almost wanted them dead 💀

Fortunately Gehrman managed to made them go with the very first official hunter of hunter, he passed to him the mercy blade as well.

🐥Ah Voron my boy! Aka future bloody crow🩸🐦‍⬛ (No I am not detailing the entire backstory here! And yes his name means raven/crow I KNOW!) also the red of the cap don’t appear much sorry… thanks the scan.

✨+Svetta another Cainhurst oc based the painting with her crow, Voron mom yes. Vledemyr is his dad.

👁️I managed to put Micolash & Edgar on the page XD

💣🔥 Ah this one well when we first got into the hunter nightmare there’s a hunter before a gate right? Behind there’s a crow and I noticed the crow attacked the beasts but the hunter and the bird never attacked each other (only the hunter or beast) that’s why I now headcanons that many old hunters had crows too like this one.

🗡️🌕Ludwig & his crow with the guidance rune. One day the old hunters found many dead crows in the forest, not a good sign… Ludwig managed to recover a baby crow an care for it (he was so panicked at first he asked Maria for help so many times XD)

🐦‍⬛Eileen and some crows & the very first official hunter of hunters! (Before her)

🐦‍⬛The friendly crow of hemwick on the top left :3 I hc it’s either the crow bloody crow had or one link with Eileen or either my own hunter.

As for the other names I had in mind : Hrafn, Karasu, Branagan (I think I’m keeping this one as the name of the first crow hunter too)

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Now, you’re gonna ask me why didn’t I just named one « Kuro » (black color in Japanese) well, I’m keeping it for the horses’ names of Cainhurst!!!!

#bloodborne #bloodborne art #my art #fantomette22art #crows #ravens #bloodborne headcanons #Bloodborne original characters #cainhurst #cainhurst knight #annalise queen of the vilebloods #lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloody crow of cainhurst #gehrman the first hunter #ludwig the holy blade #eileen the crow #micolash host of the nightmare #edgar choir intelligencer #king of cainhurst

[multifandomenjoyerr]

Hi hi! How about some headcanons for one piece with regressor Usopp with Robin as his caregiver?

🕯️Reg!Usopp and CG!Nico Robin Headcanons 🕊️

( ◞ ◟"); Usopp regresses around 2-8 years old. It's more common for him to regress younger though. (Usually around 2-5)

( ◞ ◟"); he isn't a saint. He is often finding himself getting in trouble more than the other strawhats. And as much as robin hates to do it, she has to correct his behavior by putting him in the corner for about 10 minutes

( ◞ ◟"); besides purposely trying to get on other people's nerves, he loves to go fishing! He isn't allowed to do it alone though. Trust me, last time robin tried to let him do it by himself he ended up getting his fishing pole ate. (Dont ask me how, he doesn't know either)

( ◞ ◟"); a mama's boy. Always was always will. Has a problem? He goes to robin. Gets a bruise? He goes to robin. Another member bothering him? he goes to robin. He will hide behind her when she lectures whoever made him upset

( ◞ ◟"); calls his caregiver "mama, mommy, ma," and "Birdy" he calls robin his "birdy" just because of her name. I know I'm creative haha

( ◞ ◟"); favorite little snacks is slices of bread and any kind of sugary drinks

( ◞ ◟"); he is often the one to be startled easily. And if that were to happen, he'd end up crying. And if that happened you will have a long chat with Robin.

( ◞ ◟"); gets them into trouble

( ◞ ◟"); robin is a calm and collected caregiver. She would act the same as any mother with a child. She can be strict when she wants to, but that side doesn't usually happen unless she really needed to

( ◞ ◟"); gets them out of trouble

( ◞ ◟"); she loves handfeeding Usopp. She thinks it's cute to do the "here comes the airplane" route

( ◞ ◟"); calls Usopp her "baby" which is often of what she calls him

( ◞ ◟"); reads bedtime stories for Usopp! He always says that he's "too old" for bedtime stories. But when robin is like; "are you sure? I thought you liked my books" and he'd end up being like. "Mm.. fine.. but just one more!"

( ◞ ◟"); won't admit it but she enjoys what Usopp likes to watch. Which being; bluey and tangled mostly. She thinks they're calming to watch

( ◞ ◟"); mama bird. Mess with her little and she'll do everything in her power to hunt you down. Sometimes calmly, sometimes not. It's best to not test which one she'll end up doing. So best to stay on her good side

( ◞ ◟"); if she happens to be away for awhile, Luffy is usually the one babysitting while she's gone. And safe to say that by the time she's back Usopp would be so hyper from unlimited candy supply and probably trashed the ship. Yeah that is a whole different story....

#endos dni #sfw interaction only #fandom agere #sfw blog #headcanon #agere blog #safe agere #agerespace #sfw agere #usopp #one piece usopp #nico robin #robin one piece #one piece agere #one piece #agere cg #Cg!Robin #Reg!usopp #agere headcanons

[articdelilah]

Hello may I request a scenario about the princes reaction after being pranked by their s/o. it can be with anyone(if you're planning that there would be multiple suitors) but please add Keith ehehehe

✮ Pranked and Fooled ✮

CW: Emma and Silvio are naked, implied smut?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request and so sorry about the delay!! I’ve been so busy and I’ve been struggling to keep up with requests but I’m hoping to get all of them done this weekend🕊️🌙

Keith and Silvio

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Within Jade, there was a very bored Princess. The old Belle was so used to all the drama within Rhodolite and teaming up with Clavis that the tranquility of the Jadean Palace was strange. She missed those times of chaos but she never regretted moving to Jade with Keith.

Keith only has a sister who isn’t very social; therefore it was quiet, calm and peaceful. Not like Emma minded but sometimes she needed to cause a bit of mischief.

She then thought of a prank, a prank taught to her by dear old Clavis. It was harmless but the reactions were always priceless (especially Yves’), she couldn’t help but wonder how Keith would react.

Later that day she sat with Keith, his large hand gently holding hers. “Keith,” She said with a smile on her face “Would you like to have a tea party with me?”. The question was random and the offer spontaneous but Keith thought nothing of it, agreeing right away.

The next day Emma couldn’t stay focused as she prepared everything for her prank. She had spent practically the whole day trying to remember everything and Clavis had taught her. She set out the tea party outside under a large tree, waiting for her Prince to arrive.

After a whole 10 minutes, Keith had arrived with flowers in his hands for Emma and a bright smile. She almost felt guilty but nevertheless she offered Keith to try a new recipe she had made. He loved everything and anything sweet, how could he skip on an offer such as that one?

He took the one of the golden brown cupcakes in his hand and took a big bite..

His tawny eyes widened as the taste of the cupcake and horseradish hit his taste buds, the look of disgust on his face was evident even when he tried to smile. The Princess couldn’t help but let a giggle escape as she watched him swallow and smile crookedly at her. The girl had burst into laughter a few seconds prior, small clear tears of joy spilling down her face like raindrops. Her manicured finger lifted to wipe some of the water crystals from her face, only to quickly clutch onto her tummy instead. “Happy April Fools!” She said between fits of laughter yet Keith was too busy drinking the honey tea to answer right away. The taste stuck to his tongue like fur on clothes, “It’s not the 4th” He smiled at last. After all, this was the girl he fell in love with.

Silvio was already suspicious when Emma came to him with a sickly sweet smile on her face, voice as melodic as a bird song as she had requested to shower with him.

Showering with Silvio wasn’t that uncommon, but something about Emma’s act told him she had something planned. Nevertheless, he agreed and waited til night.

When the stars were up in the sky, Emma was already waiting for her fiancé in their shared bathroom. Her naked body sat at the edge on the bathtub, small giggles left her lips as she thought of Silvio’s reaction.

Silvio eventually came, raising a brow at the excited woman before taking off his clothes and stepping into the shower after Emma. Silvio washed Emma’s hair first then her body before letting her lather soap on her hands to wash him.

Emma talked about her boring day, her hands gliding through his hair to wash it. He relaxed as she spoke after the most boring things on earth, completely forgetting about Emma’s smug grin when he stepped inside the shower first.

The water steamed resulting in all the mirrors being foggy. Silvio didn’t particularly have time to look into at any mirror as he was attacked with Emma’s hungry kisses. She had dragged him to bed almost immediately.

(To…SLEEP👀)

Emma was still in bed, the morning breeze blowing through the open windows allowing the sounds of waves crashing against the rocks below. Her [H/C] hair wild and messy and eyes wrinkled as her bubbly giggles filled the large bedroom. Silvio stood infront of the large vanity mirror he bought for Emma when she first moved into the palace, his face a mix of shock, anger and grief. Large veiny hands tangled within light blonde hair a perfect match of Rio’s, even his brows were dyed the atrocious colour. They furrowed deeply at the sound of Emma’s laughter. “Shudd up woman” he grumbled, rolling his ocean blue eyes. “You look very handsome you Tyrant” She spoke at last, getting out of the plush bed and wrapping her hands around his waist.

If you like my work, feel free to request🕊️

#ikepri #cybird ikemen #ikemen prince #ikemen mc #ikemen series #x reader #ikeprince #ikemen prince keith #keith howell #ikemen keith #prince keith #ikepri keith #ikemen silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci #fluff #Keith is so sexy oml

[cilil]

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance.

and

🕊️ - Platonic relationships (friends, enemies, etc).

for Mairon and

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

for Ar-Pharazôn

🖤🖤🖤

🦄 - Mairon

My Mairon is very femme, but due to being a smith he is a lot stronger physically than people give him credit for. His strength is just hidden by fancy robes, which oftentimes is a deliberate strategy to make himself appear more soft, frail and helpless. Many are shocked to discover that 1) there are indeed strong muscles underneath those silks and 2) he is fully capable of lifting Melkor in full armor.

🕊️ - Mairon

Aside from verses in which I explore the Mairon x Arien x Eönwë OT3, my Mairon has pretty much always disliked Eönwë. Post War of Wrath this evolves into vicious hatred (for obvious reasons). Eönwë is to this day completely oblivious to it and, when made aware of it, doesn't understand why things are that ugly on Mairon's part.

The truth is that Mairon was always annoyed by his hero persona and jealous of him being Manwë's special little guy because he didn't get to be Aulë's special little guy.

🐅- Ar-Pharazôn

Gonna have to put this under a cut. TW for references to homophobia and non-con.

Everything about AP screams insecurities as is, and one of which is that he's always been attracted to men, even before finding himself in possession of an ungodly beautiful Maiarin prisoner.

Idk how I wanna hc the human societies and kingdoms in Middle-earth in terms of regarding gender and sexuality, but regardless of how Númenor thinks, AP always felt the need to prove that he's The Man and this is also part of the reason why he acts up as king and was so ruthless with Tar-Míriel. With her, it was definitely always about power and control, not even desire (or let alone love); and it's similar with Mairon. He would always act like he's above being charmed by him and publicly humiliate him, making a show out of pushing him around and calling him nasty things, but in private it would soon become obvious just how... interested he is.

And yes, he probably was dumb, greedy and arrogant enough to believe that he could beat Manwë in a fight (obligatory reminder that the bird man can oneshot the entire Balrog crew without much effort...)

#thanks for the ask! #💕💕💕 #idk if any of these are unusual but yeah #mairon #sauron #eonwe #eönwë #ar pharazon #headcanons #my headcanons #tw homophobia #tw noncon #(referenced) #tldr: #ap is a nasty little man

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i have been obsessing over this extremely short moment post-sunshot campaign for weeks now trying to put together a lengthier post about it, but i think the screenshots themselves arranged chronologically speak for themselves. so i will just post them and then talk about the framing, because i’m insane about it.

just about everyone else on this side of the banquet hall within the scorching sun palace is looking towards jin guangshan as he speaks—everyone except for:

1) jin guangyao, who is staring straight ahead with a startlingly flat and resigned expression on his face, despite being seated in a position of honour beside his brother, and

2) nie huaisang, who is obviously TRYING to pay attention, but his attention keeps wandering between looking at nie mingjue, and looking at jin guangyao

(also he gets no further commentary/acknowledgement from me but look at jin zixun back there just lounging in his seat like a smug spoiled brat. ugh. step on legos forever jin zixun.)

the camera shifts its focus while jgs keeps talking to zero in on jgy’s expression. this deliberately highlights and provides us the chance to see his expression in more detail. and it is so hard to discern what he is feeling specifically beyond “not great,” but what stands out for me is: he isn’t wearing his usual polite, customer service mask, the one he managed to keep in place both during the introductory sequence at the cloud recesses in the face of so much mockery from the jiang sect disciples.

so what is that expression? what is going on in his head that he can’t play the part that he’s perfect for years now, when he has supposedly almost achieved everything he ever dreamed of accomplishing for himself and his mother? i mean, i have my suspicions of course, because we know what is going to happen very soon.

and then—

—the focus of this scene changes, drawing our attention away from jin guangyao towards nie huaisang where he’s seated just behind nie mingjue. because nie huaisang is not paying attention to jgs’s speech or watching his da-ge. unlike everyone else in this banquet hall in this moment, nie huaisang is looking at jin guangyao, observing him in this moment where his polite mien has failed him, and god what i wouldn’t give to know what is going through his head!! because:

1) i don’t for a moment believe nmj told nhs the details of what transpired between him and jgy during their confrontation in the scorching sun palace. i don’t think he did this as a favour to jgy or to lxc, either. imo this decision would be consistent with nmj shutting down any discussion of what caused him to exile meng yao from the unclean realm back in… uhhh, episode 10?? when nhs, wwx and jc all converge in the unclean realm throne room to ask about meng yao’s fate. (yeah it was episode 10.) anyway for all we know this is the first time nhs has seen his old body guard/babysitter since he watched meng yao totter feebly into the wild blue yonder all those months ago, and now here he is seated in a place of honour between jin zixuan and his da-ge, looking perhaps even more miserable than he did while bleeding from a giant sword wound in his chest. it is entirely consistent with nhs’s character to be like ‘???? what is up with this??’ but not even he is bold enough to ask jgy what is up in the middle of this banquet, not with da-ge right there.

2) his expression is ALSO harder to read than it would have been when they were last together!! but there are clearly gears and cogs shifting and ticking and whirring behind his eyes, and the fact that the framing calls attention to nhs noticing jgy in this moment when it’s quite clear no one else does is one of many hints the show is dropping for us that nhs is more than just a lackadaisical and absent-minded second son. he notices things that no one else does—but, as with jgy, we are left to guessing as to what he is thinking, and what conclusions he is drawing.

well okay it looks like i managed to write a lot of words down about this after all!! go me.

#mdzs meta #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #he did crimes??? good for him 😌 #let him have birds!! 🕊️ #i am obsessed with their cql dynamic #gonna go to my grave wondering about what could have been if they had just noticed each other a little bit more

[weightofkiszka]

𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 2

Warnings: angst (anxiety, jealousy, overthinking)

word count: 2,133

"Daniel?" You turned and saw him, your heart stopping but also racing at the same time.

"Oh my god Birdie it is you!" He practically jumped over the counter to get to you faster. He embraced you in a tight hug. "Gosh I've missed you, how have you been? Sammy why didn't you tell me she was in town?"

From the outside, the exchange would've looked like the two of you had been in a long distance relationship and you had just surprised him. You had your arms around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, while he had his arms around your waist and was spinning you around. While that was certainly not the case, Sam couldn't help but notice how Daniel's face lit up when he saw you. The two often spoke about their feelings towards you. Sam only ever seeing you as a sister after knowing you since you were only five. Daniel however saw as you as much more than a friend. He'd known he loved you since freshman year but only thought of it as a friendship type. Until your junior prom when he desperately wanted to be your date rather than your boyfriend at the time. 

"She just got back into town a couple hours ago. Her mom caught me at the grocery store yesterday and told me she would be in town for a while.", Sam said while Daniel placed you back on the ground, making sure you were steady before letting go of your waist. "Well, either way I'm glad you're back, Birdie. It's been way too long."

"I agree, it has been way too long. I'm actually here to stay though. I'm not leaving town any time soon. In fact I actually applied here earlier today." You watched as his eyes lit up, his smile growing bigger. "Don't worry Bird, I'll make sure you get the job." 

You blushed every time he said the nickname he had given you in freshman year. You weren't quite sure when or how he came up with the nickname but you loved it. He was the only one to ever call you Birdie but you didn't mind at all. It quickly became the only thing he called you, choosing to not use your real name at all. You missed hearing it so often.

"Thank you Danny. I missed you way too much. I'd be happy to work with you."

🕊️🕊️

After two weeks of being back in Frankenmuth, and it felt as if no time had been spent away at all. Every night since you got back you had dinner with either Sam or Daniel. Or even the both of them. But today the three of you decided to do brunch at Honey Bee's instead as Sam had to be in the studio working on an album he had been producing that evening. It would also be your first day working at New Moon. Although Daniel was not there, the owner was and showed you how to work the register, where everything was and where everything goes. You were told that you would do mostly tarot readings for now but once you got comfortable and could work by yourself you would be running the store on your own two days out of the week. 

Lilith showed you to the room you would be doing tarot readings, it was small space just big enough for a small table a shelf and some smaller decor. "You're free to decorate in here however you like. Just make sure you have multiple tarot decks." You nodded, making a mental note to search for some decor once you got home. "Oh and we have a free roam cat here. Her name is Greta,  I take her home on weekends so she's not alone. You're free to dress her up if you'd like." Lilith gave you a warm smile before asking you to restock the herbs.

Once you were home and ready for bed, you began scrolling instagram when a notification came through,

danielrwagner has requested to follow you

He had never been one for social media in high school, or at least rarely used it. You approved his follow request and followed him back before he messaged you.

danielrwagner: Heyy! Me and Sammy are gonna hang out tomorrow afternoon, and I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to come over a little early and spend some time together?

morningbird: Hii! I would love to spend some time with you! What time should i be there?

danielrwagner: Umm around 2:30ish I'd say would be a good time. Sam won't be here until four but that still gives us plenty of time :)

morningbird: ill be there for sure! 

The only notification you received from him other than his address was that he liked the message. You looked through his profile, seeing as it was a different one than the one he had in high school. His most recent post was from three months prior. "Spent the night with a lovely lady<3" It was a picture that seemed like it was taken during a date, but what you didn't realize you felt was jealous. Jealous of a girl he met while you had been away at school. It's not like he liked you, right? Thats what you told yourself. You decided it was best to go to bed at that point. Setting your alarm and putting your phone on do not disturb, you quickly found yourself slipping into slumber.

"Hey! You made it.", Daniel told you with a shy smile on his face. "Birdie, theres umm...there's something I wanna talk to you about." He was anxious. You could hear it in his voice, but why was he so nervous. "What is it Danny? Are you okay?" 

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Can I get you something to drink? Or a snack?" You smiled and nodded wondering why he was so nervous. You went over all the possibilities of what it could be. Did he not wanna be friends even after how excited he was to see you? Or was it that he was moving away and wanted to make sure you would be okay?

Daniel retuned momentarily and was a little more collected. He brought you a glass of water and some strawberries. "Just a heads up Sam's on his way. He got out of work early. But Bird, I wanna be completely honest with you about something. I don't know how to say but I...Birdie I-" 

"Hey Dan! Will you help me with the food? I stopped and got all of us something to eat since I wasn't sure if you or Y/n had eaten yet today." Sam called from the front of the house. Danny looked visibly upset at Sam for walking in, but why?

DANNY'S POV

"Damnit Sammy, I wanted to talk to her. Before you got here." you spoke quietly enough so Y/n wouldn't hear. You were nervous enough as it was. "I'm sorry, would you like more time? I can step out."

"No I'll just take her to dinner a different day or something. I'm so scared to tell her. I mean what if she doesn't have the same feelings towards me?" Sam gave you a sympathetic look. He knew something you didn't. "Do you guys need any help?", Y/n stood at the door. "No, we've got it. Thank you for offering though.", Sam gave her a smile and walked past her. Given the opportunity she took it. "What were you gonna say, Dan?", she looked up at you. Her big green eyes seeming like you take a dive in them and get completely lost forever. 

"I'll tell you at a better time, Birdie. Why don't we talk tomorrow over dinner? I'll take you somewhere nice out in Detroit.", she smiled and nodded. You could sit and stare at her smile for all of eternity as long as it meant you would be the cause of that smile. 

The rest of the night was full of laughter, but you couldn't help your anxiety when you thought about telling Y/n how you felt about her. You wanted it to be perfect but also feared she wouldn't feel the same. All you could do was hope for the best.

🕊️🕊️

The drive to her house seemed to take forever, although it was only a ten minute drive. She was waiting on her porch when you got there. She took your breath away once you saw her, wearing a light purple sundress and sandals. So simple yet she made it look so elegant. "Hey Birdie. Are you ready?" She nodded and smiled. Once again you felt nervous. After helping her into your jeep, you got in and picked up your phone. "I made you a playlist. I'm not sure what you listen to anymore so I have absolutely no clue if you'll like it." 

"I'll listen to anything. I'm sure it's amazing since you're the one who made it." 

The hour and a half long car ride was filled with her singing and giggling. In that moment it felt exactly like she had never left. You reached to turn the radio down before speaking. "Bird, I'm gonna be completely honest right now. I really like you." She was silent. You bit your bottom lip waiting for her response. "Danny, I like you too. You're my best friend." She giggled and turned to the window.

YOUR POV

You turned to the window as you realized what you said. 'You're my best friend'. It kept replaying in your head as he was silent the rest of the drive. You felt so stupid. You missed your chance to tell him how you had felt about him for years. You weren't sure if he was upset or if thats how he had meant it. 

"Alright we're here. Ready?" You looked at him and nodded, before watching him get out and come around to your door and opening it. He held his hand out for you to take. You were zoned out as he led you into the restaurant and told the host he had reservations. Maybe he hadn't meant what he said in the car. This was just two friends getting dinner together. Definitely not a date, although the restaurant was very nice and upscale.  

You told him about how and why you dropped out of school. Telling him the exact same thing you told Sam. He told you about he was a journalist but mostly worked at the apothecary. The two of you shared stories and enjoyed each others company. Then he looked nervous again. 

"Birdie what I said in the car wasn't very clear. I-" He was interrupted by a girl saying his name.

"Daniel! Hi! It's been a while how are you?" You immediately recognized her from the photo on his instagram and felt your heart drop. You felt your jaw clench as he stood to hug her. You were never someone to be jealous but this was different. "Y/n this is Nikki, Nikki this is Y/n." You smiled at her as he introduced the two of you but quickly looked away as she went for a hug. 

Looking back momentarily you saw the glare she was giving you. Almost like she was telling you to back off. You got the vibe that maybe Nikki liked Danny a little more than what was friends. "How have you been? You haven't been answering my messages. I was beginning to think that you forgot our plans for tomorrow." The way she said it seemed like they were possibly dating. 

"Nikki, I'll message you later. I gotta get Y/n home." His use of your name and not his given nickname felt like a punch to the gut. Even when introducing you to past girlfriends he used your nickname. Maybe he only saw you as a friend and you would just have to be okay with that. Daniel payed the check, while you zoned out once more. You were overthinking everything. Getting your hopes up without even thinking that he would most likely have a girlfriend. 

After he dropped you off, you watched him leave through the living room window before getting a message. 

danielrwagner: Here's your playlist if you wanna listen to it :) Listen to the first two songs carefully ;)

danielrwagner: We are the morning birds that sing against the sky

The name of the playlist stuck out to you, so you saved the playlist but put your phone on do not disturb and went to bed rather than listen to it. That was the first time you had ever cried over him and you promised yourself it would be the last time.

taglist:

@profitofthedune @sunflwerfangirl @gvf23

#dannywagner #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner x reader #greta van fluff #greta van smut #josh kiszka x reader

[effervescentdragon]

🕊 for the bird ask game please <3

thank you so much for the ask! <3 here is a part of the spy au, pierre and charles being cute and adorable :)

🕊️ a sweet quote

“Do you have a headache?”

Charles shrugged a little, his muscles moving underneath Pierre’s arm. He smelled of strong coffee and artificial cherry, which Pierre knew came from that chewing gum he constantly chewed.

“Don’t give me that.” Pierre squeezed his shoulder a little, ignoring Danny’s out-of-tune whistling from behind them. “Do you have your sleeping mask here?” He frowned when Charles shook his head. “When are you going home?”

“I’m not,” Charles said softly. “After your brief, I’ll be staying here, because I’ll be on comms for Daniel. Nobody else can do it, because fucking Brazil, so I’ll sleep here. It will be okay, don’t worry.”

Charles’ reassuring smile may work if it were anyone else but Pierre, because Pierre knew Charles. Sometimes better than he knew himself.

“I’ll drop by your apartment before I leave, I’m guessing I’ll be behind Daniel?” He didn’t wait for a response. “I’ll bring you the mask and clothes, and I’m guessing you also don’t have any valerian here, so I’ll bring that too.”

Charles opened his mouth to argue, but Pierre just squeezed his shoulder again.

“No, calamar, you know you won’t be able to sleep properly otherwise. Plus, it’s nothing, a twenty-minute detour from my place. Not the first nor the last time I’ve come to your rescue,” he added with a cheeky grin. Charles bit his lip, and Pierre had to restrain himself from staring at it.

“They’re sending you with a businessman on an urgent trip cover, so you’ll only have a carry-on, no clothes. If you don’t need anything specific from your apartment, you can just get ready at mine?” Charles’ voice lowered as they passed some of the IT minions, who only nodded at them. “You still have your go-bag there from when you came back from Russia, and I washed it all.” He chuckled. “Almost nicked myself on that knife you had bundled in your dress shirts.”

“That - that works,” Pierre said, his chest tight. “I’ll just get ready at yours, then come back here, okay?”

Charles nodded at him, then smiled wide, and Pierre wanted to touch his dimples. He grabbed Pierre’s hand on his shoulder and squeezed it once, twice, three times. “Thank you, Pear.”

“Always,” Pierre said, and then they were at the door leading to S’ office, so Pierre dropped his arm from Charles’ shoulders and let him go in first.

#gold and gifts reference #piarles #bird wip asks #f1 rpf #akira answers asks #lovely moots 💕

[milyz]

[ 12:04 am] ━━ Unexpected confession

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ hdc, holy shituh mila finally posted?! and yes.. it's mha.. BUT I MEAN WHY NOT?? enjoy now.

moon out, silvery hues illuminating and glistering on the surface of the water. y/n stood at the side of the river, late night baths are always something she looks forward too. Slowly she peels off her clothes exposing her body.

just this morning, class 3-A of UA arrived at a local mountain for a field trip and also for a research project. Each student are paired into groups of two, and y/n is paired with nejire. together from morning to night, the class did their respective researches, ending the day with some freshly baked fried meals.

from afar, Tamaki Amajiki's dark blue eyes gazed upon the sight of a certain classmate of his, gently laughing with her friends. he felt a smile forming at the sight of y/n. before reality hit and be shifts his gaze away. he adores her, if he could have the courage to confess, he would but he couldn't..

that night, he tossed and turned, groaning with frustration. the sounds of the birds, the tree's rustling with each other kept him awake. he decided to take a small walk around the area, he gets out from the tent, zipping back up the tent together. The night wind is a gentle caress, the subtle movement touching the skin with a soothing and calming effect.

The trees surrounding the area and you, you could only hear the sounds of the river, small waves crashing into each other. Soon, he saw a glimpse of someone, a girl showering herself in the river.

he thought his eyes were messing with him, thinking some sort of a ghost or a joke was all he was seeing before his eyes adjusting itself to the dark.

y/n's shiny and dark hair seems to absorb the darkness around it, giving it a liquid shadow. Her back straightens as she tilts her head back creating waves on her hair. Tamaki stood there absolutely spellbound by her, "woah" soon escapes his lips.

y/n shirked, as she immediately got startled by the hushed tone. She quickly rustled through her stuff grabbing her towel before running behind a bush. (She gotta skedaddle LOL)

"Sorry! Sorry!" Tamaki yelled out, he felt terrible for causing her distress. he rushed his way back to his tent completely hiding himself from y/n. After y/n finally able to catch a breath and slips on her clothes, she decided to go to his tent.

Tamaki was all huddled up under his sleeping bag as he tried sleeping it off before y/n zips open the tent exposing him. "hey" y/n gradually enters the tent.

His eyes gleamed at the sight of y/n, before he remembered back what happened. "y/n, I'm so sorry for interrupting you" his head tossed back in frustration.

"It's alright, I'm supposed to be the one apologising." y/n sat Infront of Tamaki, her arms wrapped around her knees as they tugged together. "wait why? no no--" he stutteres creating an awkward quarrel between him and y/n.

y/n giggles the more he tried defending her. "hey" y/n places her hand on his thigh, his face turns red and he gets flustered. "let's go outside and watch the stars maybe?" y/n smiles. how can somebody look so beautiful, her smile makes me feel complete, it makes me feel wanted. the thoughts ran through his mind.

all he could do was to nod, nod to anything y/n said and suggested. "really? I mean ya sure-.. Id like that because I- I like you you know and-" he paused. oh no he practically exposes himself to y/n, at that very moment.

the silence between them was loud, all they could do is to sit there together in silence before y/n burst into laughter, "really?" Her grip tightens on his thigh, Tamaki nods tenderly. "oh .. I mean, I guess i could say I have the same feelings for you too" y/n felt the sense of butterflies in her stomach as she confessed a long held secret to Tamaki.

xoxo, mila<3

half asleep rn, bout to mimimimi my way out

p.s, credits to Sen ifykyk her bc she wrote some parts 🕊️ ily senny 🫶🏻

#milyz #milyzfluff #headcanon #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #tamaki amajiki #holy shit #raaaaaa

[assim-eu-sou]

Have you read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes? 🎼🕊️🪱

If you have not read it, what do you think about the title? What characters represent birds and snakes?

*spoiler alert*

If you have read it, how birds and snakes play a part in the narrative? Also what do you think about Mockingjay role in the original trilogy and this prequel?

Thank you.

@curiousnonny

Finally, I'm answering this! As a Hadestown fan, the title definitely intrigued me before I got to read the book. I think it's an excellent title overall, and I can't really imagine anything else, even though it is a bit longer that the trilogy titles.

I see Lucy Gray as a bird, of course. Songbird, caged bird, you name it. In another post, I said this:

lucky flickerman’s bird made to repeat flattering things about dean highbottom and being caged up after showing too much agency = lucy gray baird saying what she needed to say to gain support and coriolanus snow’s desire to keep her to himself

I also see Sejanus as a bird, caged in a different way, and somewhat of a canary in a coal mine. Since moving to the Capitol, he's like a parrot plucked from the forest that lives in a very fancy cage. And he's the first one to raise the alarm about things that should NOT be happening.

Of course Snow would be a snake. He's allergic to doing anything that isn't for his own self interest in some way. And everyone he touches suffers somehow. Lucy Gray, Sejanus, Clemensia, and then the people he goes on to poison. Dr. Gaul is also a snake. Aside from her whole tank of snakes thing, she's always sowing some sort of poison into the lives of both the students and the public.

On to the next question. It's interesting how we see birds and snakes cropping up. Snow hates the mockingjays, and wishes he could just shoot them all instead of collecting them when he's in 12. He uses a jabberjay to record and ultimately doom Sejanus, and in a way, that bird takes on a snake role. Then, of course, he's shooting at all the birds in the woods as he lets all of his insecurities with Lucy Gray come to a head.

On the other hand, Lucy Gray has a snake at the reaping, the reasoning for which later comes to light: there was never a fair chance of escaping the reaping for her, and she wanted a last laugh somehow. The snakes poison Clemensia due to Snow's lies, a and Snow uses that knowledge to give Lucy Gray an advantage.

Back to Mockingjays. They're such a good symbol already: the creation whose very existence made a mockery of the Capitol, but at its essence was just a songbird. Katniss' entire existence and course of action seemed enough of a reason for Snow to hate and fear her beforehand, but exacerbates the way it must haunt him. Good! The songbirds prevailed. They always will.

Anyway, I hope that answered these questions well enough :)

#tbosas #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[deltaruminations]

caring for your horrible bird-thing gaster

we all know how it goes: you’re hunting out deeplore for your favorite story-driven indie RPG, maybe digging a little too deep in the data mines, when you realize you’ve caught the attention of a fourth-dimensional daimon with the personality of a perpetually hungover post-doc researcher, and now he’s scuttling around your walls and asking you for your favorite flavor of blood.

wuh-oh!!!

you cannot fix him, nor can you get rid of him, but with a little know-how, you can learn to coexist peacefully with him until he loses interest on his own or finally achieves whatever inscrutable peace his restless, tortured mind is seeking. whichever comes first!

and who knows — maybe you’ll find this curse is really a blessing in disguise! for the right person, the bird-thing can make a very good friend. he already chose you, didn’t he? :)

SO, here are my Top Tips for living with your personal instance of the horrible bird-thing!!!!

🕊️ bird-thing 101!!

be not afraid!!! while he may be a towering Luciferan abomination of shattered bone and twisted wings, the bird-thing means you no harm. he is simply curious about his new friend! remember: underneath his hollow, mask-like visage and nest of tangled limbs, the bird-thing is a deeply self-conscious, lonely nerd with the social skills of moldy drywall. he’s more afraid of you than you are of him!

despite having what look and feel much like bones, feathers, hooves, and fur, keep in mind that your bird-thing is really just the distilled consciousness of the world’s most pathetic lich, which exists separately from any physical form. the vessel he presents to you is a non-biological construct formed out of the concept of vacuum and forced by the quantum-field perturbations rippling from his past actions into the shape of his sin. he’s not like a dog or a cat or your gay aunt’s cockatoo — his needs are as special and unique as he is!

because your bird-thing is a cruel, mocking shell of his former self and literally made of Nothing, he has no need for food, water, or medicine. talk about easy!

your bird-thing may display strong signs of autism. that is because he is autistic

if your bird-thing’s wings seem to be perpetually broken, backward in their sockets, constantly shedding feathers, or otherwise looking malformed or diseased, DO NOT PANIC! this is normal and natural for him! it is a punishment from God

likewise, it is perfectly normal for your bird-thing to have several cracks in (and possibly large chunks missing from) his skull, to smell lightly of ozone and scorched bone, to resemble an emaciated raven trapped against the windshield of a rapidly-moving truck, and to occasionally drip a thick, tarry substance from his feathers and/or the cracks in his head. don’t worry! there is no need to bring him to a doctor or vet. he can’t get any sicker than he already is!

your bird-thing should have six wings and seven voices. if he is missing any of those, just lock him in a lightless space (basement, closet, large safe, etc.) for a while and he will knit the missing pieces back together from the quantum strings binding him from across space-time to his countless regrets. if you hear any wailing, weeping, pounding against the door, and/or desperate pleas to be let out, IGNORE THEM! they are a normal part of the process and a sign that it is working :)

the holes in your bird-thing’s hands should appear to you as pitch-black, bottomless voids, regardless of what’s on the other side of his hand. whatever you do, DO NOT look directly into the holes with intent to see through them. in the event that any image(s) start to manifest within their inky depths, avert or close your eyes IMMEDIATELY, no matter how fascinating or beautiful the image(s) may be, or you may find your perception of reality irrevocably altered by the Thrall of Hole.

the one exception to this is Egg produced from the Hole. it is safe to look upon Egg, for Egg is a Gift. the offering of Egg appears to be a bonding ritual of great importance to the bird-thing, and it is advisable to accept it. Egg will typically resemble that of a chicken — normally white, occasionally brown, and sometimes dyed and painted, often around holidays. the purpose of Egg is unknown, only that it is of middling importance and should be saved. Egg will not go bad, but may become more Egg over time. if you decide you have no use for Egg, then there will be no Egg. Egg is wonderful to share with family and friends!

if you are very concerned about the Thrall of Hole, consider covering the holes with gloves or mittens — safe, practical, AND fashionable! because your bird-thing has terrible, uncanny skeletal human-hands, the options are endless — anything in a men’s size extra-large should work! if you have trouble with him immediately taking them off, consider investing in a quality pair of handsome, smart-casual gloves. his vanity is easily appeased by fine leather.

if your bird-thing gaster has pink and yellow eyes and a wide, toothy smile, that is NOT your bird-thing gaster! that is your FRIEND puppeting his shape. if you find yourself in the company of your FRIEND, keep calm! all you have to do is get as far away as you can as quickly as you can and then stay there, never again letting your gaze linger over shadows, never again trusting a grin, and never ever ever answering the goddamned phone, no matter how incessantly it rings, no matter if you’ve destroyed every phone you own and your skull still rattles with the endless ringing ringing ringing. see? easy peasy!

and finally, if you’re ever unsure what to do, just take a deep breath and remember: your bird-thing gaster cannot die, no matter how much he wants to!

#From The Drafts(TM) #this has been in my drafts for ages. stupid but it has some lines in it i still think are pretty funny #'distilled consciousness of the world's most pathetic lich' is one of my favs #up there with 'eating shit face first into the reality grinder' #unreality #wd gaster #horrible bird gaster