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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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ok since you mentioned stardew valley i have to ask: who do you think the m6’s favorite sdv characters would be?

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The Arcana HCs: M6 playing Stardew Valley

~ dear anon, there is a reason for why I am known as brainrot. you have somehow combined two of my greatest obsessions and for that you have my thanks. please enjoy! - brainrot ~

(spoilers for SDV content)

Julian

He's got a special soft spot for George and Evelyn. He just wants to be their grandson (not by marriage though, Alex isn't really his type)

Lowkey freaked out by the wizard at first, learns to get along with him anyways because he made it possible to talk to the Junimos

Enjoys most of the game play besides the farming and crafting. He doesn't have the attention span for all of that

Initially falls for Leah, ends up marrying Shane because he told the farmer to leave him alone and Julian takes that as a challenge

It's also strangely cathartic for him to be on the other side of the "I can help him heal" trope

He likes Leo but learning about the shipwreck is mildly triggering for him, he's very happy once it's resolved and he can forget about it

Completely forgets about the Community Center at first because he's too busy romancing all the marriageables. Gets back to it after he's had two kids and befriended all the villagers

Convinced that Mr Qi is secretly evil

Gossips to MC about all of the lore between the villagers

Asra

Gets into it for the aesthetic, stays for the Junimos

Their farm is a jumbled hodgepodge of all the weirdest plants they could find, with random plots of crops needed for different quests

Spends so much time in the mines, there's just so many interesting creatures down there (and he likes all the gems and minerals)

Dislikes Clint so strongly that they end up dating Emily for the vibes and spite

Ends up having Krobus move in as his roommate, but his ideal is playing with MC so he can marry them

Doesn't put any effort into befriending most of the villagers until it becomes a requirement to achieve perfection, ends up stopping by Pierre's every Tuesday to hang out with all the moms

Likes Mr Qi for his aesthetic, gets a little hung up on the Wizard because that's not how magic works

Obsesses over finding all the artifacts, becomes friends with Penny and the kids from their frequent Library visits

Takes full advantage of using Lewis's shorts to mess with him in every possible way

Robin reminds them of their mom and they don't know how to feel about that

Nadia

She has some very strong opinions about Lewis as a mayor and the more she plays and finds out about him the stronger those opinions become

Dedicates herself to the Community Center as soon as it's unlocked

Has a hard time deciding who to court at first. She likes to know her goal before she starts her journey, but it's hard to get a read on everyone right off the bat

Chooses Leah and knows she's the right one when she gets to help her spite her ex by living well and thriving

Perfection is her end goal as soon as she learns about it

Has a soft spot for Linus and Harvey

Her farm is impeccable. Perfectly planned out, greenhouse at max capacity, crops always timed to yield the most harvest per season

Takes a grim satisfaction in Haley and Emily's sisterly disputes

Always has the perfect present prepared for someone's birthday. Except Lewis. She hates that she has to befriend Lewis

Lowkey judgemental of Marnie for sticking with him

Maxes out crafting first and uses everything she makes

Thinks that Robin should be mayor instead

Muriel

He loves Linus. He wants to live in a tent like Linus too

Does not like the mines at all. Too much animal killing

Avoids Shane at first because he clearly wants to be left alone, ends up befriending him for the blue chickens, is grateful he did once Shane gets his act together

Marries Penny to get her out of the trailer and because her interactions stress him out the least

Terrified of Emily, Alex, and Haley, doesn't go near that house

Hates Joja Co with a passion. It's what got him to complete the Community Center, because he wanted to see Morris's empire crumble at his feet. And to make the Junimos happy

Avoids all community events as much as he can

Loves fishing, foraging, and crafting. The first villagers he got ten hearts with were the Wizard and Willy

Fiercely protective of Leo, adores the parrots, tolerates Mr Qi

Prefers to play with MC and Asra, especially because he really wants the Golden Chicken from achieving perfection but he doesn't like talking to the villagers or going in the mines

Half of his farm is chicken coops

Portia

She starting playing it for the fun of a "build a new life" game and kept playing it for the mines and the villager drama

She's got the entire Friendship and Gifts page on the Stardew Valley Wiki memorized

Thinks the wizard is awesome because he teaches her magic

Has so many opinions on who should be with who that it makes it hard for her to settle down with someone. She ended up with Abigail for the swordfights and adventure

Hardcore ships Gus with Willy, waxes poetic about their shared scenes with the crab invasion and giant omelet

Wants Marnie and Marlon to date so badly, she writes tons of fanfiction about Lewis being brutally dumped and the two of them getting together and adopting Leo

Has a personal grudge against Sebastian because people keep rooting for him over his little sister and no she's not projecting at all

She'll reach perfection eventually because she's that good at managing her tasks, but it's not her main objective

Attends every single community event and comes up with so many headcanons about why this villager always stands there and what's going on with that dialogue

Lucio

Accidentally went the Joja route at first and got ticked off when it meant he was the "bad guy" just because he has FOMO

He's all about the adventuring, his farm is mostly wild

Gets annoyed by Marlon's cautious advice, thinks the wizard is cool for giving him magic but wishes he could do more with it

Married Haley and subsequently lost all his hearts with her because he was too busy getting out the door each morning

Couldn't be bothered with the Community Center until he reached the bottom of the mines and heard that there were more levels elsewhere

Divorces Haley to marry Sandy, throws a fit when he finds out she isn't marriageable. Marries Elliot instead because he wrote a book for him

Hates fishing with a passion, especially the legendary fish

Really starts getting into the game once Calico Desert and Ginger Island are open

Obsessed with raising slimes

Doesn't meet Krobus for a long time because he couldn't be bothered with artifacts, brings him diamonds every week once he does

Also wants to be friends with Kent but can't remember his likes

Desperately craves Mr Qi's approval

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #stardew valley #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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transingthoseformers · 6 months

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I am having so many ideas for how this AU spirals into a larger one, but back to, a bit, Trepan, our "poor" Protagonist.

Trepan also recognizes Rung regularly and instantly. They are both much older, and Trepan remembers him vaguely from his co-worker Froid, having previously mentioned him occasionally. Heat first, he thinks he has an ally before Rung firmly contradicts him. Rung however went toe-to-toe with the Functionalist Council for literally generations and if Trepan thought Ratchet, who was still in his Prime, was annoying then the one ornamental who survived that hell while more mildly mannered is a far different creature. Especially when he keeps seeing through Trepan and is able to see what is going on.

Trepan is even tenser about Rung seeing through him because he does NOT want to come under review and is determined to be fine even when he isn't. His and Ratchet's habits are mixing, and it is getting worse. He spends a lot of his time off getting caught up on reading medical journals and reviewing techniques, a habit they had in common, but doesn't even realize he's been reading and understanding an article on virology or how out of character it is until a Pharma visits.

The official story is Trepan was attacked by a patient and us on forced recovery time.

He is checking up on his friend who is on forced vacation, lights up slightly, and gets excited or as excited as the morose jet has been lately. He had been wanting to read it himself and said he thought Antigen's discussion about the infection patterns was interesting and Trepan automatically counters it failed to take into account disease lingering in lower levels and places like the Dead End due to lack of equal treatment and if they really wanted to propose an effective counter, free and readily available virus screenings and treatments for ALL including casteless was needed.

Trepan begins to passionately argue for free and compassionate health practices, and Pharma looks ready to cry because he's both happy with his friend/semi-mentor, and he having more overlapping interests, and it reminds him of Ratchet. He mentions he's sad Ratchet never gave Trepan a chance because it turns out they had more in common than expected and apologizes for being weepy. Pharma leaves, not realizing he's thoroughly terrified Trepan who is reeling at what "he" said and throws the datapad away from him like he was scalded.

Trepan proceeds to go get drunk and try to pick someone up as a distraction only to balk because he can't remember if he is operating under his or Ratchet's preferences which is a very, very bad sign.

Trepan realizes his work may have had a point and spends the time reorganizing his mind and using an at home computer as a buffer to try and partition off the data ghost and rebuild his defenses. He can see where the contamination has started and blended and surgically goes through each and every memory file but only manages about 60%.

He knows safety standards mean he should request an extension, but he is feeling enough like himself to want to go back to work. It helps at first with him using his breaks to continue recovery, though he is still regulated to light work and teaching for the most part.

By the time he is given his newest personal assignment, he is up to 85% and fully confident and only occasionally slipping.

He thinks he is ready.

Oooo on Trepan remembering Rung too, and it's because of Froid.

Trepan: wait I can use him!

Rung: think a–fucking–gain bitch

Rung's got many opinions on Trepan, especially considering how Rung basically adopted Pharma too. Rung's been around long enough to see Trepan for the Senate's hound he is.

And for the intriguing behavioral changes which have gotta fascinate Rung at some level

Ooo on Trepan engaging in virology research

For once, Trepan is right and we know why. In order to truly stifle a disease, you've gotta treat it at every possible point even in people you don't like. But also free and easily accessible healthcare. And advocating for more ethical practices in the cybertronian medical system. Yeppp, that's Ratchet bits alright. oh Pharma. you truly miss him.

Trepan has Opinions™️ on what just happened, and he's afraid to hit on anyone in the case he's gotten (in his opinion) Ratchet's bad taste in mecha too.

Look I know Cybertronian computers are probably more advanced but I imagined one of those old 2004 clunky monitors and the world's most plain desk, which is moderately hilarious.

MN yes of course he wants to get back to work, you're not fully you but work is more important than that I suppose.

He thinks he is ready

Is he?

#i don't know if Antigen is canon or an oc but that's a great transformers name #maccadam #transformers #mtmte trepan #mtmte ratchet #mtmte pharma #of two minds au #mtmte froid #okay but free_ easily accessible_ and adequate healthcare #BUT FREE HEALTHCARE

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emyluwinter · 2 years

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A few ideas about the Postman AU

The main ideas of Au

Yuu is a postman in a supernatural world where there are 7 (+1 one more. But it is secret and almost erased from memory) of territories inhabited in one way or another by mythical creatures such as Merfolks, werewolves, vampires, fairies, dragons and so on.

There is also magic and teleportation, but logistics points are still tight due to the fact that the territories are located in more remote places. Roughly speaking, a remote place that you just can't get into.

Unlike their "ancestors", the current generation is less aggressive. Yes, they swear among themselves 24/7/365, but not so bloody in the past.

There are also "Hunters" who mainly look after the territories so that they do not incite wars and conflicts among themselves. And they are engaged in those who were forcibly "converted", both by the victim and the attacker. Or they are sent to a "Realibitation Center" on a certain territory so that the convert receives specialized help and can accept his new reality. And also to understand how to live on and what to do in general.

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A little bit of the relationship between Yuu and other territories. The names are the same as those of the dormitories. It's not all here because I still think it might fit…

The Pomfiore are vampires for the most part. - Sunscreen is their specialty.* plays with eyebrows * Pfff. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. They specialize in potions and also perfectly help with alternative options for donated blood.

Heartslabyul - they mainly help the postman with renting "carts" if you need to transport heavy boxes over long distances or if there are too many of them to carry everything in one bag. They have like magical hedgehogs, having fed special berries to increase growth, you can persuade them to take a small "walk" to their destination.

Riding hedgehogs…San, where the hell did you get to go..

I think they are mostly engaged in magical tasks from the outside in this territory.

Savanaclaw - WEREWOLVES. AUF. * laughs * sorry, I can joke so ridiculously and you won't stop me. No one is eager to go there because there are a lot of newcomers who move a lot and want to "frolic" at full strength. Leona was completely confused when he saw about 4 of his wards all in bites and bruises from the "humble Postman"

-Um…. chief….and now we will turn back into people if an ordinary person bites us?

-I'm surrounded by idiots…NO, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. DID SOME POSTMAN BITE YOU?!ARE YOU SERIOUS?!ARE YOU DOGS TO CHASE THE POSTMAN??? All the "victims" immediately look at Jack. Jack sighs wearily and begins to growl menacingly.

-How many times can I talk about it…I'M A WOLF. WOLF. NOT A DOG. NO, I'M NOT CHASING POSTMEN!!

Diasomnia - fairies of all kinds.

Yuu, to put it mildly, were greatly confused when they saw Silver, usually a person among all the faeries.

-Can I ask you something?…don't take my words for rudeness. ..How did you end up here?! Silver is completely calm - My father brought me here…

-AH… I see….NO. WAIT. THIS NOT A KINDERGARTEN?!?

Postman Yuu passively-aggressively HATES IDIA WITH HIS ENDLESS DAMN PARCELS.

-Orto I ask you to put a restriction on the purchase for your older brother.

-Why?Are there problems with border checkpoints?

-No, no, no, it's all right….I'M JUST SICK OF CARRYING THESE PACKAGES. 244 BOXES?!IT'S ONLY TUESDAY!!

Yuu finds Grimm in the form of a "big beast" (like the one from the prologue) wounded and exhausted. Deep in the woods on one of his evening walks before going to bed. Only a few weeks later, Grimm recovered and decided that there was no point in eating this harmless person. And decides to join him.

It was one of the scariest nights for Yuu and they still can't understand how they were able to gain the trust of this "big formidable guy"

Yuu hides Grimm from the "hunters", telling them that he has found a "cute furry friend" and now they are under their responsibility. Grimm, in turn, uses his "big terrifying appearance" only in case of danger to Yuu and himself. So far, he's been pretty quiet and always tired because of wounds that haven't healed yet. Several times Yuu took Grimm with him on a trip to work as a postman so that he would not feel completely alone.

Grim really enjoyed riding with Yuu and looking at different views and landscapes of the territories. And also to receive all the care and love from this person.

I'm sorry that it's a little bit here, I'm a little busy with work and trying to understand my well-being..

#postman au #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst yuu #twsited wonderland

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consul-valerius · 1 year

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Apprenticember Day 4: Donna and the Courtiers (and courtier adjacent)

What about the courtiers? Have they met them? What do they think of them?

Donna has (of course) met all of the courtiers and more or less has some sort of relationship with all of them (they are a courtier fucker by nature after all lol) :')

Lucio (lol)

Donna has been through the ringer with Lucio LMAO Prior to working at the palace, they were fairly terrified of him due to stories they had heard around the city, notably his cruelty to others. However, upon meeting him, Lucio’s insane charisma stats immediately charmed Donna, and they were initially smitten by him they must admit. However, upon seeing how Lucio behaved and how poorly he led, all their strong emotions changed from frightened crush to annoyance and indifference lmao

The scale tipped once the plague broke out, though; that was the final straw for Donna, and any semblance of civility was pretty much gone. The “ending” to their relationship was Lucio banishing Donna from Vesuvia for publicly speaking out against him—he also permantely scarred their face during this confrontation.

Despite this, after the game events, Lucio is still convinced both Donna and Valerius are still infacuated with him and just need some extra help to understand this :)))

Valdemar

Donna and Valdemar have a very… strange relationship that I will expand more on for day 6 lol But the gist of it is that initially, Donna was very taken by Valdemar and developed a very one-sided work crush. While at first mildly annoyed, Valdemar's curiosity pique the more relaxed Donna was with their behavior, which is not exactly normal for newbies at the palace. Seeing how well Donna managed under the chaos of the other courtiers + Lucio, Valdemar began to view Donna as a very useful tool and was eager to manipulate them for their own needs. (it's very hard to find good interns these days sheesh 😫)

This involves them starting a “friendship” with Donna that blurs the lines of real feelings and manipulation. Essentially, Valdemar really wants to study Donna like a bug, and they are aware they can catch more flies with artificial honey and not corpses lmao It is difficult for Donna to read them, and Valerius has no guidance to offer as he doesn't get Valdemar at all lol The three wind up getting into this muddled mess together, and Valdemar will eventually use this as leverage with Damien down the line

Vulgora

At first, Donna was absolutely terrified of Vulgora. They reminded Donna of a lot of their aunt’s abusive exes with how loud and violent they are, which made it hard at first for the two to really connect. However, thanks to Volta, they are able slowly begin bonding with them and positively redirect a lot of Vulgora's outbursts into something fun for the both of them that cause minimal damage. The two often spar (with Donna always allowing Vulgora to win lmao) and can relate to having very loud inside voices. No, they aren’t yelling, THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE WHEN THEY YELL!!!!!

Volta

Tiny, tiny friend. Donna instantly was drawn to Volta as she reminds them a lot of themself in many ways (very similar to Portia actually). Donna is more relaxed and opened with Volta, and they both silently just get that the other is an anxious, shivering creature deep inside lol For all the madness of the courtiers, Volta is a breath of fresh air despite being pretty incompetent when it comes to her job. While this can be frustrating at times, it’s hard for Donna to really be mad when NO ONE does their job here lol

Vlastomil

Woo boy, I always joke that Donna would have been a Vlastomil main if I wasn’t deathly afraid of worms LMAO Donna is also. Deathly afraid of worms. They understand fundamentally why Vlastomil likes them, and they will gladly sit and soak up every bit of information he tells them. But no, no they really don’t need a visual. No, they don’t want to see any of his babies. Yes, they will freak out and blow them all up if he pulls them out, do not fucking test them—

#bottom draws #apprenticember #the arcana #count lucio #quaestor valdemar #pontifex vulgora #procurator volta #praetor vlastomil #the arcana apprentice #fan apprentice donna #bottom ponders #i like that this is in some ways also helping with damien lore lol #'look kid--me and your parents were super close take my word for it' LOL

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spaghetticat3899 · 4 months

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is slick based on a specific type of squid or is he just silly. And, what were hachikō’s first opinions on slick? ALSO plleaaase tell slick that I love him so very much.I need him to know that he’s my favorite

Slick originally was based off no specific squid, but I later decided to make him a California Market Squid, as I believed market squids were probably what inklings were descended from (as their range was across the Pacific Ocean, from the west coast of the US to Japan), but then Splat 3 came out and… eh, off-topic. His optional freckles are based off the many, many spots these squid have. He has a greater resemblance to them in xeno styles, but that’s because he looks more creature. Here’s what those fellows look like:

Hachikō originally found him quite confusing, and mildly terrifying. The horror was less because Slick was threatening and more because the inkling was unpredictable and unknown. He’s extremely shy and paranoid, so he was afraid of blowing his cover (trying to go with the “inkling with weird hair” thing) or that Slick wasn’t as nice as he seemed. Eventually, he warmed up, and now considers Slick a close friend. Despite the chaos the squid brings, he’s loyal and has a heart of gold.

Slick appreciates any form of compliment or praise, he’s probably gonna brag about being a favorite later. I’m also convinced he can do the rosy-cheeked thing on command, might’ve done it a lot in the past to charm people.

I also really appreciate your asks and compliments they make me very, very happy. I’m not super good at putting stuff into words, but I hope you know I’m being earnest. Thank you.

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vampacidic · 10 months

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hi sage. 5 10 21 for the ask game... also yes i realize we are texting as i send this dont worry about it

well its fine because its been like 3 days since you sent the ask and im only now getting to it. so. does not even matter that you sent it while we were chatting <3

5. what's your favorite headcanon about the character you produce?

see i have not. uh. see i cannot tell how many rei thoughts i have that are canon or just my brain making shit up. personal thought at the moment? complete pansy. cannot take horror for the life of him. loves to go on about being a vampire and "demon of darkness" and whatnot and how that ties to her being some sort of horror creature but she gets mildly scared and she starts sobbing like a baby (but perhaps this is a well-timed ruse to fall into a nearby friend's arms...just to mess with them. who knows) (she does play up the terrified aspect though. just for fun. just to minimize the actual feelings he has)

10. which character do you think is the most underrated?

(broken record) adonis otogari...... i love u............... i wihs fan art existed of u.................................

21. do you have a favorite story?

GRAH outing myself as not having consumed much enstars. a big fan of resurrection sunday. its got everything i need. stupid shenanigans. fun rei lore. adonis monologue. adonis content in general that doesnt make me want to rip my hair out. kaoru being vaguely depressed the whole time and playing it off with humor and horny. breastfeeding. adonis and souma's whole thing. everything u need in life man

#rowan did i ever give you a tag. fuck #chocororos #too lazy to figure it out. get banished to the url dimension #FINALLY ANSWERING THESE YOU CAN STILL ASK ME SHIT #ask #ask game

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midasinc · 2 years

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🎒🚩🚫 for Joly?

🎒 - canon era joly has this shiny purple cravat that he favors v much and loves to pair with this forget-me-not-colored waistcoat. modern joly doesn't wear many accessories because of hospital regulations, but outside of work he wears a lot of rings, actually. joly loves rings- he picks them up at flea markets and mix-matches them for non-work occasions and hangouts

🚩 - joly can be... mean under nice pretenses. he and bahorel are resident gossipers and that leads to a lot of "i love him, but-" sort of speak. he isn't downright cruel, but joly has a lot of opinions on people and when someone hears him talk about a person like that for the first time it feels brutal. it also makes people worry that he's being fake nice to them and will turn around and do the same for them. i think joly is far kinder than he is mean, but when he wants to he can say something downright cruel. i think we should give joly more opportunities to be bitchy, as a treat. i also think modern joly has a bad dependency of sleep medications because his anxiety fucks him up at night. he overdoes it with melatonin and shit like that and it's really worrying for his close friends that notice

🚫 - joly has the opposite of issues with eye contact. he does a thing where he forces extreme eye contact. wide-eyed eye contact. he also rarely... blinks? it's something you don't notice at first, but joly will blink maybe once every minute and a half. it isn't the craziest thing ever, but he's heard that it makes people uncomfortable. he also owns jars of preserved organs and creatures. both in canon and modern era- they sit on his bedroom shelf and it is.... unnerving for hookups? especially without the context of him being a medical and biology nerd. without knowing him at all it is mildly terrifying because he seems like a little dr. frankenstein

#ty for the ask he is blorbo #i think joly should be mean #he's friends with grantaire and bahorel and you think he cant say some mean shit? lame #les mis #les miserables #les amis #les amis de l'abc #les mis headcanons #joly #modern les mis

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thatcontrolfangirl · 2 years

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The Big Ole Post Of My OCs!!

All of my OCs come from a cartoony fishing town in Maine called Slate Beach, in a world where supernatural creatures live alongside humans. Nobody is straight, everyone’s a dumbass, and the whole town will chase you out with pitchforks and fishing nets if you dare to be a bigot.

The Picrew I used to make them will be linked at the bottom.

Doris Lachlan (Main Character)

She’s an autistic bisexual demigirl who grew up with ableist and mildly homophobic parents- and she’ll kick your ass if you’re mean to her or her friends (not a joke, this girl means it). She touched a magic pearl that gave her the ability to breathe underwater at the cost of gaining a few scales here and there. She loves the ocean and wants to be a marine biologist. They like to be on their own or with their close friends, preferably messing around in the ocean. She has insecurity issues and can’t stop pining after every cute person she meets. A hopeless romantic for sure. But, they are dating Micheal, but who knows how that’ll go. She’s got blue eyes, brown hair, and tan skin with a whole bunch of freckles. Pronouns are she/they.

I made a Spotify playlist for her, here it is.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1k1o3u60vj63xKYvYgkmvg?si=Po4iKT36SaaZG3gvFsJjeg

Darcy Morris (Master Of Bullshit)

She’s a butch lesbian (there are a LOT of lesbians among my OCs…. what a coincidence) and she’s a witch! Not the Harry Potter kind. She actually hates Harry Potter. Her spells require prep-work and take a long time to do, but she does own a few magic items she can use in a hurry. She’s a fiery woman who isn’t afraid to slap a bitch. She enjoys wearing cozy sweaters and watching the sun set on the dock. Her mom (also a witch) runs a butcher shop and her dad’s away at an oil rig, and she loves both of them. Her two brothers, Raven and Kieran, are also witches, and their pranks usually involve magic. She has short black hair, purple eyes, and very pale skin. She’s usually either blushing at her girlfriend Ellie, or she’s horribly sunburnt. She wants to open a shop of her own when she’s older, but she may end up inheriting the butcher shop. She’s fine with either option. Pronouns are she/her.

Ellie Russo (Done With Darcys BS)

A lesbian who isn’t taking any bullshit, Ellie is half-human, half-harpy. Her arms are covered in feathers, her fingers have claws, and she’s got sharp teeth. And yes, she’s got blue hair and pronouns. Though, the blue hair is actually natural. You know why golden dart frogs have bright colors? Yeah, she’s poisonous. The bright colors are a warning. But, she’s really a sweetheart, just absolutely done with humanity. Is definitely the type to say “calm down, children” to a group of adults arguing. Her parents are very loving, but the struggles society places on her family made it so that they could never marry. So, they decided to circumvent the law and share custody of Ellie. Her mom’s a harpy, her dad’s just Italian. Her parents are those confused allies at Pride that are there for their kids. Definitely best friends with Emma’s parents. They spoil her girlfriend Darcy whenever she comes to visit. Pronouns are she/her.

Michael (Desperately Needs Love)

He’s a (literal) fallen angel, and BOY does he have some words to say to his mom. After being kicked out of the super-secret angel kingdom by his mom because he was embarrassing, he’s been trying to find a way to get back up there and give her a piece of his mind. If you wanna envision this, his mom is just a Karen. Blonde, same haircut, definitely the “can I speak to your manager” type. But with a fuck load of power and an ego the size of Alaska. His dad is absolutely terrified of her. The human forms of angels are random, and genetics don’t really play a role. It’s a mix of completely randomized traits, and you’re considered lucky if you look somewhat normal. (There’s an angel that can never take human form bc her human form literally doesn’t have a heart or lungs). Michael’s one of the lucky ones in that regard. Despite their normal appearance, Michael’s right wing doesn’t work properly and so he can’t fly very far. When he takes a fully human form (without wings), there’s a big scar on his right arm to mark the difference. Parents aside, he loves building things, sports, and cheating at cards. He also loves his girlfriend, Doris. They bond over having shitty parents and devising new ways to inconvenience them. Though Doris is secretly planning a raid with Darcy, Ellie, and Emma to absolutely destroy his mom. He doesn’t really care about human labels, but he likes all genders. They really don’t care about pronouns, but prefer he/they.

Emma Lewis (The Artist)

Another lesbian (help me I can’t stop making lesbians), a total sweetheart, and just as much a hopeless romantic as Doris, she’s actually completely human! A shocker considering my penchant for making people with odd powers. She’s an artist, and she’s very good at painting and cake decorating. She works in Claire’s bakery as a cake decorator (and is paid very nicely for a teenager) while saving money for college to become a doctor. She loves helping people, and her parents are doctors as well. They work together in a children’s hospital in the nearest city. They’re the same type of enthusiastic ally as Ellie’s parents, and the two couples have known each other for years. She’s Mayor Lewis’ niece and the whole family is close-knit and supportive. She’s the one to round up Doris, Darcy, Ellie, and Micheal to help Mayor Lewis find her sister’s mom to tell her about her sister’s new baby- despite the mom being a sea nymph that lives in the middle of the ocean, she’s still part of the family and should be treated as such. (Can’t you see, I’m projecting because of all these families that totally accept their child being a lesbian). Pronouns are she/her.

Claire Lachlan (Dumbass)

Second-to-last lesbian, I promise! She owns a bakery, has a small sailboat, and generally radiates positive vibes. Her favorite thing to do is sit outside in the sun with her best friends and chat. She’s friends with Darcy’s parents, Ellie’s parents, and almost all of Emma’s family. It’s only natural that Doris would befriend Darcy, Ellie, and Emma, then. Her bakery is a gathering point for people looking for a quiet spot to chill, kids who are off from school, and fishermen coming back from the ocean. She’s Doris’ cousin, though she’s 29 and Doris is 15. In fact, Ellie, Darcy, Michael, Doris, and Emma are all 15. Her favorite things to bake are scones and apple pie. She enjoys watching people fail at baking, before trying to help them and show them where they went wrong. It’s the simple things in life that matter, huh. Pronouns are she/her.

Mayor Lewis (Voice Of Reason)

The lesbian mayor of Slate Beach, Mayor Sophia Lewis is the oldest character of the bunch. She’s 56 and treats the town like family. Probably because she’s a Mom Friend. It’s a small town, she can find time to hang out with everyone. At least, that’s what she says. She’s single but not too unhappy about it, and has two golden retrievers named Lucy and Scout. She’s definitely not afraid of the pile of paperwork on the desk. She has a boat called the Argo and spends a lot of her free time on the water with friends and family. She definitely decks the old thing out in pride flags, year-round. Also puts Christmas lights on it in December as part of a ongoing challenge against the other towns in the area as to who can be the most festive. The red and green magic fireworks provided by Darcy sealed Slate Beach’s position as the most festive town. Her sister is half sea nymph, and Mayor Lewis took it upon herself to travel the ocean to inform her sister’s mom about her sister’s new baby. Mayor Lewis is human. It’s complicated, she says. She may be old, but she loves to mess around and have fun. Pronouns are she/her. Also, I couldn’t find a Picrew with both wrinkles and skin tones that weren’t just two different shades of white, so bear with Younger Sophia. She owned many a pair of pink glasses and earrings back in her heyday. pink. But hey, her friends were all wearing it and she isn’t immune to peer pressure. Trust me, she aged extremely well.

And here’s the Picrew I used for Mayor Lewis:

https://picrew.me/share?cd=yv01G7rIDM

Here’s the Picrew I used for everyone else: https://picrew.me/share?cd=cH1BeFugtA

#Spotify #OCs #original character #picrew #my ocs #slate beach #I did say that everyone is gay #everyone is a lesbian except for the two bisexuals #I project on these silly little guys I gave them my sexuality #oh to have a family like Darcy’s #long post

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a-german-with-the-gay · 1 year

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The “confused so am I” is a mood

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Had a funky dream last night that I would like to share

I was playing a Minecraft-like game (it may have actually been Minecraft with guns idk) in which the player could explore cool floating ruins. however, by doing... something (flying too fast, looking back while flying, killing a certain mob, I don’t remember which of these triggered it), the game froze and I was moved to a flat room, pitch-black except for a giant white circle, kind of like a moon, 8 eyes repeatedly opening and disappearing with a really gross noise, in a katana zero type art style with a faint glitchy overlay. I remember feeling simultaneously terrified and mildly frustrated, like this was a Thing That Happened in the game but that I was scared of.

Suddenly I was in a discord call with people I knew but do not actually know or remember, and the fight against the thing (no other name) started. the game was now a 2d smash-style game in which we had to somehow take down the boss with makeshift weapons. There were three phases: the first was just fighting the thing as it was, the second was the creature elongating and growing a horrible, long-legged body, the white face-circle being its only weakness. I don’t remember the third phase, and I’m not sure I want to tbh, but I know I died by falling out of the map and being consumed by the thing. thinking about it still kind of gives me vertigo.

The rest of my team won, and then the dream gets a little blurry because I’m pretty sure spring trap spawned in a toilet stall to try and hunt down the rest of the call but failed because he forgot we could communicate via phones... not the weirdest dream I’ve ever had but I feel the need to share it so I can maybe be free of Moonface McSpiderfuck, my eternal tormentor.

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TORCHWOOD AMONG US??

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(Is that a new pfp I see 👀👀 looks nice 👌)

On the topic of Creepypastas, I'm still astonished that they never gave me nightmares. Which is funny, because I used to have like, an average amount of nightmares per sleep, but during my Creepypasta Phase and also after it, I never had nightmares anymore 🤔

Kind of at least, sometimes I had dreams that are very obviously in some sorta horror setting but I never felt scared, a bit unnerved at most, but I usually felt more curious and a bit cautious. Heck, sometimes I get attacked in my dreams but I actually manage to counter the Attacker and come out victorious (Rip to that one Jason Voorhees whom I K.O'd by bonking him with a metal bat, u tried 😔🙏) ngl, I think the possibility of having nightmares terrified me more than my actual "nightmares" ever did, as strange as that sounds O_O

I think the closest thing to a creepypasta nightmare I've got was that one dream I had about The Rake.

Okay so picture this, the setting and atmosphere of the Slender game, in that dream me and my friends went camping there for some reason and we decided to split ways so we can explore the forest (like true horror media protagonists 😔) and I found like, an abandoned silo that was low on the ground with a ladder. So I decided that I wanna see what's inside it and climbed into the silo.

It was empty, I noticed that my flashlight was pretty weak, but before I could do anything else I heard the screams of my friends in the distance, I turned around of course and lo and behold, The Rake was standing right behind me, to be precise, he was blocking the way between me and the silo exit. So I was kinda panicking about how I should proceed obviously, if I did nothing he would probably maul me, but if I tried exiting he would probably maul me too. So we were just having a stand-off there for what felt like an eternity, before The Rake decided to leave out of its on accord for some reason.

I waited for a while after it left and then hurried back to camp to assess the damage. After I found the corpse of one friend, I immediately decided to GTFO of there and ran blindly into the forest to find some way out.

In the midst of running a police officer actually found me and told me that I had to leave (no shit Sherlock) because he apparently found the corpse of my other friend. He ended up taking me to his police car so we could get out.

Except, that wasn't the end, before we could start the car, The Rake's hand broke through the car ceiling and tried dragging the police officer out of the car by his neck. I ended up just moving over to the drivers seat and frantically smashed my foot onto the gas pedal. The sudden acceleration caused the police officer to be dragged out of the car completely, but at that point I was solely focused on my own survival so I didn't give a shit. I finally escaped.

It suddenly cut to a newspaper report about the dead police officer and the ~mysterious forest creature~ that could've caused his death.

I woke up not exactly scared, but just mildly confused and concerned about wtf I just dreamt and why was that ending so jarring- (insert Man Door Hand Hook Car Door reference lmao)

Anyways, have you had similar experiences with creepypastas and your own dreams?

(Also did you ever get my ask with the link to the creepypasta AMVs that I used to watch? I fear it may have gotten yeeted into the abyss by tumblr)

-Ren'py anon

Nightmares per night? I didn't have many nightmares when I was younger, so I don't really have much background knowledge on em 😥

Maybe bc u were super fixated on it, it effected your dreams? Idk that's been happening to me lately.

In normal dreams you don't have a lot of control unless you realize you're dreaming? Personally I just start waking up when that happens (I WANNA STAY IN IT DAMMIT)

Any weird shit could happen and u could just be like, "Well goddamn, ain't that a shame. Anyway-"

That loss kf fear is definitely strange 😭 some dreams are way more lucid for me, sooooo

ALSO YOU FOUGHT JASON???!?!!? NONNY I'D BE SO SCARED. I'VE ENCOUNTERED RISOTTO FROM JJBA AND CHROLLO FROM HXH, AND MY HEART LITERALLY FELL TO MY ASS BOTH TIMES.

Don't make eye contact with Chrollo. Just don't.

But you won SO AYYYYYYYY LET'S GO

And yeah same! The nightmares I've had scared me so bad that I fear that I MIGHT have them.

Have you ever seen some yakuza guy stab a dudes face with a white colored pencil over and over again? God I hope not 💀💀💀

NOT TO MENTION I HATE THE RAKE. IT'S SO UGLY AND CREEPY. IT AIN'T GOT NO CLASS 🙄🙄🙄

Gosh your dream should be a game itself. That camping intro and the, "Come on you guys! Lets be brave and rebellious by searching this big dark forest!"

The stand off with the Rake was scary enough, but the CAR DRAG OUT? AW HELLLLL NOOOO YOU HANDLED THAT WAY BETTER THAN I COULD

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST I GUESS 😭

And can I just say I hate weak flashlights? LIKE WHAT HELL ARE YOU USEFUL FOR? NOTHING.

Ah yes, the newspaper ending. Are you dead or alive? I like em, and this dream of yours knows EXACTLY what it was doing.

Waking up from dreams is always confusing, but you always get to piece the story together through that confusion! It's like a cute little mini game after you've been subconsciously traumatized 😃

Man Door Hand Hook Car Door? Is that the one with the girlfriend in the car and the boyfriends blood dripping on the top of the car? Idk but it sounds spooky >:D

The only 'creepypasta dream' I've had is with Chucky (Yes the serial killer doll, that one) I was like 6, and my mom let him in after he knocked on our front door. He asked us if we wanted to play AND EVERYONE THOUGH IT WAS FUN??!!?!?

I was so terribly scared and cried when I woke up lmao

And yes I did get your ask! I'm just waiting to copy and paste the thing on a computer.

The only computer I use is my school computer and my mom is gonna bark at me for my missing schoolwork if it she catches me using it while school isn't in session 😃 BUT I PROMISE YOU I WILL LISTEN TO THAT DARN PLAYLIST WHEN ITS SAFE AND CLEAR

I also have writing burn out, so that's there too :/

Don't feel guilty for sending in asks though! I'm just glad you're still here to stick around Ren'py nonny :)

God I love talking about dreams because I've had a ton of 'interesting' ones. Especially my most recent one.

#renpy anon #i kept getting hacker nonny and renoy nonny mixed up #HELP #THATS SO EMBARRASSING #But I love you both so maybe its okay #insert the pick me emoji because my andriod aint shit

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Looking back on Loboto’s backstory, it makes me wonder if he was sheltered. Even before his psychic powers were revealed, he wasn’t allowed to play with other kids his age and not go anywhere else unless one of his parents were there with him. He probably still did go to regular school. From research I’ve done: sheltered kids become stunted in their maturation to independently functioning adults. Even though he is a grown man, he’s not psychologically an adult given his childlike mentality.

I don't doubt that he was sheltered. From what we see of his parents, they come across as snobby, and they'd probably be picky about what kids he got to interact with.

As for the note on his maturity though, I don't agree. Loboto acts childish, but he is not a child. Being sheltered can certainly stunt someone in certain ways, especially socially, but it doesn't prevent them from becoming an adult psychologically. It doesn't stop your brain from developing entirely!

Even if he weren't sheltered, he was still massively abused by his parents, and the lobotomy sure didn't help things. But I would argue that those things didn't permanently or completely stunt his overall maturity.

In his mind, we see him as a child, and we see him as Monstroboto as well, who acts extremely childish. But we also see him as First Mate Loboto, who acts a fair amount more mature than the others (if not, uh, severely more emotionally distressed, to put it mildly). That alone proves that he's definitely an adult.

On top of that, Loboto has also been able to function on his own. Not in a healthy way, of course, but he can live on his own and hold a job. He is, in his own words, a "freelance contractor," and has been working for multiple clients for some time. We don't really know how long, but enough for an arguably high-profile client like Gristol to want to hire him. He's also survived in Thorney Towers long after its closing, and is the only resident with some degree of freedom, essentially bossing the rest of them around.

Socially though he is rather a mess. We haven't seen evidence of the poor guy having friends of any kind (other than the mutant fish creatures he created in RoR, if those even count), and any relationship we've seen that he does have is not a good one. He's abusive to Sheegor, terrified of Gristol, and whether he got along okay with Oleander or not, Oleander planned to kill him to cover his tracks and/or if things went south, which doesn't seem indicative of any sort of closeness. His last line in Psychonauts 2 indicates that he may have a child of some sort, but it's questionable just who said child is, or even if he's telling the truth. If he is telling the truth, and it's an actual human child that was left at Whispering Rock (as opposed to an animal or plush toy, which is my own headcanon), then it's worth noting that he doesn't have a partner, and given he de-brained every child at camp, he probably doesn't have a great relationship with whatever kid might have.

That said, I do have hope that post-Psychonauts 2 he'll get the chance to grow, developing more healthy relationships from there on out (especially now that he's found his moral compass again).

But, yeah. I would say that sheltering plus abuse plus the lobotomy definitely led to screwing him over as far as social relationships go. He's not a healthy adult, but he is very much an adult.

#caligosto loboto #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts 2 spoilers #bc answers nonsense #anonymous #oh wow I did not mean to ramble for that long #sorry!!!

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Change of Pace (Alucard x Reader)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of mild injury (cut), mentions of blood and blood drinking, and Alucard being Alucard. AKA, creepy and a little bit of a jerk.

Author’s Note: This is my first time uploading writing to Tumblr, so sorry if the formatting is funkier than what’s expected. Ever since I got into Hellsing I wanted to write some stuff! Sorry if anything feels OOC, I tried my best :]

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Drip.

Your eyes focused on the flow of crimson liquid that tickled your skin as it slid down your arm, trickling into the awaiting glass. How had it come to this? You were asking yourself the same thing. You had been second-guessing this choice ever since the words escaped your lips not too long ago.

“You must be sick of cold blood bags by now, huh?” You had blurted out during a conversation with Hellsing’s loyal weapon.

You had grown somewhat comfortable around the red-clad creature as of late. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to chat as you patrolled the moonlit manor halls. He told you it was simply to ease his boredom, but a part of you hoped that he enjoyed your company.

It had been a while since Alucard’s last mission, and as such it had also been some time since the vampire last sank his fangs into something fresh. You knew that the Hellsing organization kept their vampires well fed, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry about them living off of bagged rations. You knew, of course, that this was much better than the alternative. The alternative leaving bodies—or worse, ghouls—in its wake. Yet still you couldn’t help the innocent question that had come forth.

The vampire chuckled, looking off to the side as he kept pace with your strides. “They do lack a certain appeal” he answered.

You nodded in understanding. You wondered how on earth Seras kept a smile on her face when she had to survive like that. You glanced over at your walking companion. Anyone would be terrified to have this towering beast standing beside them. So why was it that you had grown to feel strangely safe around him, you wondered. His sunglasses glinted in the moonlight, hiding the burning orbs behind them. And yet...you could still feel his gaze.

“...What’s it like?” you asked, your voice a little less confident with this question.

“Hm?” was all he responded, turning his full attention down towards you.

“You know...having to drink blood all the time? Don’t you ever...I dunno, get tired of it?” you managed to ask.

He tsked as if mildly amused by a child’s ignorant ramblings. “One never tires of what’s in their nature.”

You nodded again. “Yeah, it just seems tough, that’s all…”

You were sort of expecting some playful wisecrack or another half-answer. Instead he paused, trying to decide the intent behind your words. “There are far greater causes to direct your pity towards, human” he replied in a steady tone.

Oh. Oh man. Did you offend him? You sure hoped you didn’t offend him, not after you had come so close to maybe considering him a friend. “Ah- I didn’t mean it like that!” you yelp, quick to insist that no, no you definitely weren’t trying to express something as demeaning to the No Life King as pity. Just an observation! He seemed to accept your scrambled clarification for the time being, his mouth twitching up slightly in amusement at your flustered state. He would be sure to remember that you were so easy to rile up.

You laughed awkwardly, eager to move forward, and much more eager to avoid embarrassing yourself more than necessary. “I just figure the old bagged up stuff has gotta taste a bit different, right?” you added with a shrug, trying to return the conversation to its casual tone.

He hummed as he mulled over the question. The pace of his steps slowed and you slowed down as well to match. “Someone as inexperienced as the Police Girl may not be able to tell the difference, but as for me…” he paused, a grin stretching across his face as he peered at you over his glasses. “Nothing quite beats the thrill of a real meal.”

Those words sent a chill up your spine. That was what was missing? The thrill? Something about the way he said it made you a little nervous. In an effort to keep the atmosphere light, you forced out a small chuckle. “Not exactly something you can just pick up at the convenience store” you teased.

“Oh, you’d be surprised~” he fired back.

Ah, and there they were. The classic passing comments that you could only hope were jokes. It’s always best not to think about the disturbing implications of if he were serious. You pushed the nervous lump in your throat down, deciding not to touch on that comment and instead focus back on the previous topic. The blood bags. Was he saying that they were boring? You guessed it would be pretty dull to have the same thing every day. You wondered if it was like having a packaged microwave dinner instead of making it fresh yourself. The thought of that somewhat silly parallel made you smirk.

“Ah, a shame you have to settle for cheap dinners, then” you hummed, pleased with yourself for mustering up the boldness to tease him back.

He laughed lightly at that. “You have something else in mind, little soldier? Yours maybe?”

You could have—you should have—said no. Should have laughed it off and pretended it was another joke. Instead, you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? You guessed that at your core, you wanted to help your friends. After all, it had been so excruciating to watch Seras go so long refusing blood that you had nearly offered your own right then. It made sense that was all it was, you rationalized. You repeated this rationalization to yourself as the silence sat heavy in the air and as both of you stopped walking. You repeated it as a switch seemed to flip somewhere in Alucard’s mind, his playful and somewhat condescending grin turning into a predatory one in an instant. Oh and you definitely repeated it as those stuttered words finally spilled from your lips. “Well...uhh...I-I mean…”

But you knew it was too late for you to backpedal. You hadn’t said no.

This wasn’t where you expected your night to go by any means, standing in the dark dingy basement that Alucard resided in. His movements were agonizingly slow. You couldn’t tell if he was just hoping to scare you, or if he was giving you a chance to change your mind, to back out before the pain came. You stood firm. Despite your rising anxiety, you had come too far to back out now. You hissed out through gritted teeth as the cut was made across the inside of your arm. It was a clean and measured stroke. You supposed it made sense that a creature that tore men apart with his bare teeth would subsequently also know how to avoid cutting too deeply.

You stood in silence, watching your blood leak from the wound. Alucard held your wrist with a surprising gentleness as he collected the spilled liquid into a wine glass held just below. When the cup was filled a sizable amount, he released your wrist and casually sat down in his chair. You immediately clutched your arm in an effort to stop the bleeding. You watched with slight annoyance as he inspected the glass’s contents, swirling the liquid as if he were getting ready to sample a fine wine. You knew for a fact that he didn’t need a cup to drink your blood, so why was he bothering with the theatrics? As he took his first thoughtful sip, you could only assume this was for you...to watch you squirm a bit longer.

By the time he had drained the glass, your legs were growing a bit weak and you were starting to feel a little lightheaded...maybe you should have done this sitting down. He grinned as he lifted himself back onto his feet, towering over you with an intense gaze. The burning color of his eyes swirled, reminding you of a roaring fire. There was a moment of silence as he waited for—no, urged—you to ask the question that wanted desperately to come out.

“H-How...how is it…?” you asked weakly, staring up into his burning eyes.

He chuckled as he carefully inched closer, taking your wrist back into his gloved hand. “Your blood…” he began, lifting your arm up to his lips. He latched onto the cut, giving a small suck. The strange sensation drew a light gasp from you. “...is exquisite, my dear” he said softly against your skin.

You shuddered at his words. You were becoming increasingly dizzy with each passing second. You weren’t sure exactly how much blood you’d lost at this point, but clearly enough to affect your body. You swayed slightly. Before your legs could give out, Alucard snaked an arm around your waist to keep you standing.

He pulled away from your bloodied arm and leaned in closely, smiling wide enough to show off all his razor-sharp teeth.

“You know...I could easily kill you right now. I could tear open your throat and turn you into a ghoul...I’m curious, why would you allow yourself to be so...vulnerable?” he asked slowly, tilting his head with interest.

He was right. There was no way you would be able to defend yourself in this state if he decided on a whim that he wanted to go straight for the neck. Why had you made yourself vulnerable in the den of an apex predator? As you wracked your brain for the answer, only one seemed to linger.

“I...I trust you” you said just barely above a whisper.

His smile widened as a deep chuckle rose from his throat. It grew into a laugh as if you had just told the most hilarious joke he had heard all day. “Is that so?” He hummed, leaning in closer.

It was getting hard to focus on his face, your vision growing unsteady. He leaned in further...and...oh no was he actually going for your neck?? Before you could do anything with this terrifying realization, you blacked out.

Alucard’s lips ghosted over your pulse teasingly. He stayed there for a moment before pulling away when he felt your body suddenly go limp. He slipped his other arm under your knees and lifted your unconscious form up into his arms, staring at your relaxed expression. You trusted him? He thought that was a ridiculous sentiment to give to a monster such as him. And yet...something about the way you insisted on treating him like a person, rather than the beast he knew himself to be, was a little bit...endearing.

He didn’t linger on that thought very long though, instead turning and beginning his trek up to your room. Settling you carefully back into your bed was the least he could do after your generous offering. He licked the lingering blood off his lips with a smirk. Your blood was certainly a nice change of pace.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing alucard #alucard x reader #hellsing x reader #as usual I will apologize for not knowing the proper procedure for tagging things #I always feel like there's too little or too many

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Viper Witchers

Cat | Griffin | Bear

Gorthur Gvaed

The Witcher School of the Viper made their home in the stronghold of Gorthur Gvaed. Guarded by a remarkable tower adorned by a frighteningly ominous spiral coiled around its contours. Yet it held not a candle to the terrifying moat that surrounded it—deep by several hundred feet and truly… breathtaking. No one could tell if what was filling it should still be called water. The smells above the moat were, to put it mildly, hard to forget. Viper witchers, who survived the fall of the stronghold, later joked that it was the stench that led the Usurper’s army to find Gorthur Gvaed. Countless soldiers died in this gutter. According to legends, so many perished that one could have made their way to the other side of the moat on a bridge composed entirely of their corpses. And the odour grew even worse

Located in Tir Tochair (a scarcely inhabited mountain range that divides the Korath desert from the modern-day northern and central provinces of the Nilfgaardian Empire. It is known as the largest lasting enclave of gnomes.)

There were many scrolls and manuscripts about the legend of the Wild Hunt.

Founder

Ivar Evil-Eye

There’s a terrible tale behind each and every scar⁠—you’d be surprised just how many are true.

Ivar was one of the unfortunate few who endured the mutations extremely well, and so was selected for further, more complicated experiments. Of those subjected to these enhancements, only he survived—perhaps due to the mages only managing to partially complete the trial.

As a result of these experiments, Ivar gained his moniker, as well as a new sight. His so-called “Evil Eye” saw a different world. Many other worlds, really. With his eye, he watched as ghostly riders dashed along the Spiral, and observed how they’d kidnap, kill, and conquer. Forever haunting Ivar’s special vision, these spectres became his obsession.

Training

Each student is given a pet to raise during their stay at Gorthur Gvaed, in order to form a strong emotional bond throughout their training. Years later, before becoming a fully-fledged witcher, they are ordered to slaughter their companion in cold blood.

Viper Witcher Mentor

Viper mentors are especially cold and ruthless in order to prepare their students for the harsh life that awaits them.

Some Lore from Gwent

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Or weaker. It depends, really.

It is often said that witchers took on the characteristics of their schools' namesake creatures. Without a doubt, this was true of the Viper School. They were agile, quick, and frequently made use of deadly poisons.

As with the other witcher schools – the Wolves' Kaer Morhen as sole exception – none were aware of the Viper School's location. Only one detail ever became widely known... That it stood somewhere south of the Yaruga. In Nilfgaard.

Perhaps it's no wonder then that Vipers were less inclined to neutrality than other witchers. The Empire would never recognize such a stance. There is only obedient servant... Or mortal enemy.

Emperor Emhyr var Emreis gave them a choice they could not refuse: assassinate a few kings in the Northern Realms in exchange for rebuilding the school to its former glory.

The emperor, however, did not keep his promise and instead of rebuilding the school, he sent bounty hunters after its few remaining members to remove any loose ends.

Armor and Equipment

Viper Witchers are trained to fight with twin blades, often referred to as “fangs”. This style focuses on fast and furious strikes aimed to overwhelm their target, be it monster or man.

These blades would often be coated with poison as the school made great use of its knowledge of alchemy.

No need to strike deep when but a scratch will prove fatal.

Five More Witchers

Letho of Gulet

Witchers never die in their beds. - Letho

Some friends you see after many years apart and you immediately develop a headache. Not out of antipathy, but as a somatic premonition of the hangover sure to follow your drunken reunion. Seeing others, however, gives you an itching pain in your back and a desire to reach for your blade. For Geralt, Letho of Gulet had a foot in both of these camps.

Letho, if Geralt doesn’t ask him to go to Kaer Morhen, says, that he will be heading to Zerrikania citing a possible reason that it's a matriarchy and he's always had a deep belief "that it's women who should rule the world."

Serrit and Auckles

He seems different, but in reality is so similar. Our paths have been the same: we survived the Trials, endured the same training and have slain so many monsters that we no longer keep count. So many men, also. The difference is in the details – when I see him moving in combat, I want to laugh, but I also see that he is just as effective, if not more so. There is, however, one critical difference I cannot describe adequately. He has a goal, he is committed to something. He doesn't wander the world as if blown about by the wind. I believe he feels emotions at a level I cannot attain, yet these emotions are not typically human. Is it an illness of some kind? I think he teeters on the brink of instinct and emotion, and that he uses up a lot of energy to maintain his mental health. I hope I get a chance to know him better and learn from him. Nothing specific – just life. - Serrit about Geralt

Serrit was a lot more hot-headed than his brother, complaining about the lack of action they had in the past days.

Letho's got a plan… what could go wrong? - Auckles

Auckes seemed to be the less serious of the brothers, being sarcastic at times while being very confident of his skills.

He appeared to regard Geralt as a friend, which is reflected when he asked if Geralt wasn't hanged for Foltest murder and Letho asked him if he wanted to see him hanged, he lowered his head and just answered "no".

Along with his brother, Auckes was fond of using bear traps.

Kolgrim

Fate seemed to take pleasure in torturing Kolgrim. Fortune only smiled upon him if it was accompanied by a stroke of very bad luck. It was always thus, even before Kolgrim became a witcher. When he was still a young harmless brat...

On the eve of Saovine small Kolgrim was kidnapped by a weeper, which replaced him with its own cursed offspring. Fortunately, the monster was slaughtered by a witcher that very same night. The boy's savior, having taken pity on him, decided to escort him back home. Kolgrim was relieved to be returning to the warmth and safety of his mother, unaware of his impending misfortune.

The woman greeted the witcher with hatred in her eyes, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. Blinded by her contempt, she refused to even look twice at her own crying son, utterly convinced that the weeper's baby was her real child. With the door slammed shut in their face, the witcher had no other choice than to take Kolgrim with him – straight to the Viper School.

Over many future years, fate mocked Kolgrim many times – both during his murderous training and the later travels around the Continent. His life ended most ironically. For he, who was once stolen and then rejected from his mother, was accused of kidnapping a child.

Warritt The All-Seeing

By slightly modifying the Supirre sign, Warritt gained the ability to see... everything.

Supirre is a Sign enhancing the auditory perception of the user. Drawn on a solid surface, it allows the people near the Sign to hear sounds which would be normally inaudible due to the distance or background noise. As such, it is often used for eavesdropping.

It compensated the monster hunter's lack of sight by giving him the ability of echolocation.

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comradekatara · 3 years

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less politically charged one: who in atla smokes weed

honestly? pretty much all of them tbh

let’s just get this out of the way immediately: jet vapes. and don’t tell me that juul pods don’t exist in the avatar universe because everyone knows that chan died due to vaping-related causes

suki is the token stoner of the gaang. she’s honestly like mildly high (but still extremely lucid) 90% of the time. otherwise, her anxiety would be through the roof. suki and chit sang actually had the same dealer at the boiling rock

stoned aang is indistinguishable from sober aang. he learned from the best (gyatso)

whenever sokka feels a nervous breakdown coming on, he writes in his planner “get high with toph/mai/suki at earliest convenience” at which point up to three of coolest friends (depending on their current availability) sit around with him while he kvetches about all the problems currently weighing upon his chest to the point where he feels as if he cannot breathe, and that weight is lessened, if only slightly. he doesn’t smoke often, but when he does, he always feels better afterwards

katara will only smoke with zuko, and no one else, not even aang. she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone other than zuko hearing her say some stupid shit while stoned. but zuko will never judge her so it’s ok <3

similarly, zuko will only ever get high with katara. he’s way too paranoid to get high with anyone other than katara, whom he feels truly safe with. there was one unfortunate occasion where he smoked with sokka, and then spent the next two hours crying about how beautiful sokka’s hands are, but that was a deeply uncomfortable experience for sokka, and neither of them are eager to repeat it.

toph loves the swamp bc it’s basically an instant contact high. reminds her of the good old days when she and sokka would just sit around and talk about nothing, only now instead of sokka, she talks to spiders and other little swamp creatures, which is almost as good.

mai’s friends love getting her high because she always says the funniest shit. mai unfiltered is truly the greatest comedienne of her age. drunk mai is also excellent for similar reasons

ty lee is a straight-edge through and through. that means no drugs, no alcohol, no sugar (makes her too hyper). the thought of not having complete and utter control over her own mind and body terrifies her. once she and mai eventually settle down on kyoshi island, mai and suki manage to convince her to get high with them, and since she does trust them completely, she finally agrees. but weed kinda just gave her a mild headache, so she never does that again. at least she tried it, though!

eventually, toph convinces azula to get high with her and sokka. equal parts because they think it would be hilarious and because they think it would be good for her. they are immediately proven correct on both fronts. sokka’s role isn’t to get high with them, but more to act as a chaperone to dissuade them when they start feeding off each other’s violent tendencies. plus it’s very fun for him to witness the stoned exchanges of his best friend in the whole world and zuko’s weird little sister as they rant about their neglectful mothers trapped in callous marriages and how they never ever ever want to end up like them, or comparing the various species of bugs they enjoy collecting so as to dump on zuko’s head, et cetera.

other than suki, who has her own contacts, iroh is their ubiquitous dealer, and he’s not subtle about it either. the only reason the dai li have yet to shut down the jasmine dragon is because kuei is one of iroh’s best clients.

some honorable mentions go to: june, aunt wu, bumi, aang’s old friend kuzon, the swamp guys, haru, and of course, the herbalist.

#oh this was a fun one #the gaang and #tag urself im ty lee #asks #snailvape #postwargaang

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angelic-ish-phantom · 3 years

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Tucker placed his phone on the dresser table next to his PDA, having sent a message to Sam.

He’d told her Danny had checked in at his house before heading home. This was true… Except for how he’d entirely omitted that Danny had crashed through this window (intangibly, thank God) and was now lying, mildly concussed, on his floor.

Tucker had tried to get him to go back home once the darker bruises were healed over, but his friend had blissfully ignored everything he’d said, watching his mouth move with a rampant fascination.

He’d let Danny settle in the space behind his door, giving him the extra blanket and pillows he and Sam always kept in their rooms for situations like this.

Danny just let himself be pulled about, staring straight into Tucker’s eyes, tracking him as he shuffled about the bedroom.

Tucker tried not to unsettled by the stare as it bore into him like a physical thing, like lukewarm wisps of steam being blown on his skin, the graze of cloth just outside of his peripheral vision.

He couldn’t keep from shivering a couple of times, a little thankful Danny wasn’t in the right mind and couldn’t be upset by the reaction. He also… wasn’t breathing, which, despite Tucker knowing full well he didn’t have to, was concerning to say the least.

Tucker loved Danny. He was one of his best friends. But there was something very different about fighting with the ghosts that came through the portal, and just being around him. The idle chill wasn’t lost to adrenaline, there was no pursuit of victory to distract from the odd responses some of Danny’s eerie vocalizations drew.

In a place like Amity Park it could be hard to forget, but ghosts were supernatural creatures that weren’t supposed to ever interact with humans. They were terrifying and strange, and Danny, human as he still might be, was one of them.

But Tucker didn’t care, because Danny was his best friend, had always been. That wasn’t to say he didn’t notice, nor that it didn’t bother him, or even scare him at times, but Danny was worth it.

Tucker wished he were able rationalize that later that night, after dozing off, hoping Danny wouldn’t fall asleep with his concussion but unable to do anything to prevent it.

Tucker had been asleep.

And then he hadn’t.

It had been like a hook looped through his rib cage and yanked him up, sudden and violent. His eyes snapped open and he sat upright instantly, gasping and shivering as the freezer cold chill of his bedroom assaulted his senses.

Why was it so cold? He tried to blink away the haze of sleep from his eyes, only for his vision to be filled in bright, swirling pools of neon green—(the empty echo of a scream bouncing around the metal of the lab, heat and light and green burning and twining together in a vortex in front of Tucker.)

He shook himself out of the flickering memory, and processed the fact that Danny was crouched in his lap weightlessly, currently mismatched eyes boring straight into Tucker’s own.

“…Danny?” He asked hesitantly, voice still groggy.

Danny made no move to show he acknowledged the words, still as a statue in his perch.

Tucker tried to move but his body was so heavy from the icy air that had seeped in as he’d slept.

“Are you cold?” Danny said suddenly, quiet, clear voice ringing through the empty room, echoing unnaturally in Tucker’s ears.

Before Tucker could say anything hands as cold as snow were clutching his face. Tucker almost flinched from the temperature of the contact, but Danny’s grip was too strong for him to move his jaw or head.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I was watching you, you breathe so much when you’re sleeping.” His brow furrowed and a neat frown slid onto his face. Tucker noticed, already greatly unsettled, that he hadn’t blinked once. “But then you started breathing slower. I think it’s because you’re cold. It feels very nice…” Danny’s grip grew a little stronger and Tucker tried to pull away, heart stuttering in his chest.

“I can fix it I think.” Danny continued to himself, and then it was like a faucet had been turned on, the cold draining from him into and out his face, where Danny’s hands still rested, the feeling now nebulous and faint.

Tucker took a shuddering breath as Danny let out a contented sound like a motor revving that left Tucker smelling chalk and vinegar.

Okay. So this was a thing that was happening. Why couldn’t this just be like the last concussion; Tucker thought learning the future was cool. Whatever this was, was decidedly not. This was terrifying and he frankly, really didn’t want to deal with-

“I hope you never stop breathing.” Danny murmured with a thin smile spreading across his face, wider than it should have been.

…Tucker couldn’t figure out if that was sweet or creepy.

“You can sleep now.” Danny said with a click that registered like a struck bell and Tucker was immediately sinking back into unconsciousness, as Danny let go of him.

When Tucker woke up the next morning to get ready for school, he saw Danny sleep peacefully, curled up comfortably (he didn’t look comfortable at all… why are ghosts so boneless?) in the corner and had to wonder if any of the strange occurrence had actually happened.

Cautiously, he got up and nudged Danny.

Danny’s eyes opened quickly and he gathered his bearings just as fast. He looked up at Tucker confused, then looked around his room. “Tuck, why am I in your house?” He asked, a little drowsily.

A tension he hadn’t noticed escaped Tucker’s body when Danny. “You got a concussion last night, flew into my bedroom, and wouldn’t leave.” He answered, voice deadpan.

Danny winced, “Really? I feel pretty normal, a little dizzy but… Was it serious?”

“No. It was all in your head.” Tucker joked. “…but you were acting a little… off.”

Danny sighed, then stilled as his eyes readjusted on Tucker again, like they were tracking something. It was only for a moment, before Danny shook his head, hand pressing into his eye. “Jazz is gonna be so mad.” Danny groaned, before slowly rising, rings quickly splitting up his form. “Sorry for bursting on you like that, I’m gonna head home. See you at school.”

Tucker nodded, and Danny casually flew off through his wall, murmuring something under his breath as he went.

It sounded like he was counting something.

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