#so i can be a better offspring child and general human being

[gallusrostromegalus]

I love Kenpachi "Raised By Eagles" Zaraki, and learning how this affects his behavior and worldview but how does this change Yachiru?

Kenpachi might be human-shaped but he's a bird to the core. How bird like is Yachiru as a consequence? Is her first language Eagle as well? Has she met her extended family (grandmother, aunts, perhaps cousins too) and had flying lessons?

I just love the image of Yachiru being a Chaotic Fledgling, and behind her is a grinning Kenpachi that is just as much a Buck Wild Bird, he's just better at playing at being human.

(if kenpachi is a prince, is yachiru thus a princess?)

One Small Correction: Kenpachi is a Sword Guy at his deepest core, but he still considers himself Culturally Eagle, but also that's only one of like 147 Identities he uses. Man collects personas and cultures and memes and jobs and identities like lint, but don't worry- that's just how Things Like Him live.

Kenpachi is also, technically, a Prince, and if he wasn't allergic to honorifics, he would be well within his rights to tell the Kuchiki clan to call him "Kotaishi-Denka", but he doesn't like being called a title he didn't earn. Moreover, he can only tell the nobles that little fun fact *once*, so he's keeping it in his back pocket for the most opportune moment.

Don't Worry about it :)

As for Yachiru:

It's a tough call which is her first language because Kenpachi was speaking to her in Japanese and Eagle and the language of the Northern Tribes he spent a lot of his adolescence with, and the common language of the small spirits like Kodama and Koropokkur when she was an infant and learned them all simultaneously.

Japanese is actually Zaraki's fifth language, and he's been learning how to talk shit in Spanish recently.

Eagle is definitely Yachiru's favorite language to swear in though. Nothing quite as cathartic as a good screech that blasphemes six different gods and curses the object of offense for seven generations in both directions.

Yachiru's gestures and posture are... odd. Some are distinctly Eagle, but she's a constant finger-drummer and hummer, lies and sleeps on her stomach as a matter of preference, walks as easily on her hands as her feet, and writes as easily with her toes as her fingers.

Some of that is learned Directly from her father, but a lot of it seems to be her own peculiarities that all children develop but most have harassed out of them by their parents. Kenpachi had little regard for "proper" behavior out of a child, beyond not endangering herself or getting him in undue trouble. He also has a lot of strange ways of moving that his Mother never tried to correct out of him, so they're both odd birds in that both of them are about five steps to the left of any ind of typical and don't mask a goddamn thing.

As for Yachiru's Extended Family, she occupies a unique position in the family of She Who Rules The Sky.

Yachiru is Her first grandchild.

Oh, certainly, She has laid and raised many, many generations of Eagle, but per tradition and common sense, they move far, far away from Her before having their own offspring to avoid competing with Her, and their children do the same. But Kenpachi comes to visit his Mother and sisters- a strange thing, but he's not eating the same food or trying to build a nest in the same place, so it works.

She Who Rules The Sky is DELIGHTED by Her Granddaughter, and spoils Yachiru rotten with attention and fresh kills and embarrassing stories about her father when he was young.

At least some of the way Yachiru hangs off Kenpachi's back is based on how he learned how to hang onto his Mother during Flying lessons, and how her grandmother taught her to do the same, but hanging onto Her neck, on account of how small Yachiru is.

She Who Rules The Sky and both Yachiru's Aunts are all very concerned about how small she is. Her appetite is certainly healthy enough, but she grows so slowly. Zaraki's assurances that there are Human Women he works with that are full-grown adults scarcely half again Yachiru's size does nothing to avail their fears, and makes Rukia sneeze.

Zaraki's sisters have not taken Names either, but for the sake of convenience, they allow Yachiru to call them Ane-Oba and Imuto-Oba, as Kenpachi is the middle sibling, according to order of appearance in the nest.

Eagle kinship terminology is different than human in that only the siblings from the same clutch are your brothers or sisters, and who is the older or younger is determined by the hatching order rather than laying order. Your mother's previous clutches are your aunts and uncles, and your mother's clutch-mates are also your aunts and uncles, but with a higher level of grammatical deference. "Grandparent" is an entirely novel concept to Eagles, who almost never meet theirs, and hearing how active grandmothers are in the raising of their grandchildren fascinates She Who Rules The Sky.

Consequently, Kenpachi isn't a Prince because he's an Eagle.

He's a Prince because She Who Rules The Sky is a straight-up Kami, and a big damn deal, because She has jurisdiction over EVERYTHING in the sky- Other birds, Weather, Shinigami if they go higher than the roof of the tallest building in a square mile, the fucking moon (technically), Bats (but only when they come out at night. What they do in caves is none of Her business and also She doesn't want to think about it.), and anything some idiot might try shooting at Her.

"Prince" isn't quite accurate- it's not an inherited title, but She Who Rules The Sky told Kenpachi after he became a captain to Officially Manage whatever Humans and Shinigami were doing in the sky for Her, on account of being closer and having at least one eye to keep on them.

So technically he's a Nepo Unpaid Intern, but a Nepo Unpaid Intern that could smote anybody right out of the air, so most birds and lesser Kami use the more respectful title of "Prince" instead.

He does not use this ability often, because he'd rather try to get someone to fight him, but he does not hold back with it where mosquitoes are concerned.

It's cromulent to Eagles that he should inherit the responsibility though, because it's usually the youngest clutch that inherit a nest site or hunting territory upon the demise of a parent, and while She shows no signs of dying any time soon, it's the way of Kami to train and hand off lesser responsibilities to their children as their domains expand.

Hence, Yachiru is not a Princess in the sense that she has a title to inherit, but she is one in that Kenpachi trusts everything she tells him and defers to her on things like "math" and "where the fuck are we going?" because she's better at those than he is, and in that sense, she is his Princess.

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfiction #kenpachi zaraki #yachiru kusajishi

[seakicker]

you are so weird for wanting merman childe to knock you up full with his eggs. that’s literally so gross. please don’t describe in great, exact detail how big his merman dick is, the shape, if it curves, the colour, how much cum he can produce, does he even produce cum or just eggs and how big his cum and/or eggs would make you. that and knowing how he feels about knocking you up with merbabies would really, really make me upset.

afab + gn reader, oviposition, breeding, pregnancy, and monsterfucking below!

i am absurd for wanting a massive clutch of merman childe's eggs nestled safe and sound in my womb, you're right. i'd like you to consider merchilde with a prehensile cock because that just fits mermen so well in my opinion... what's better than a cock that's essentially a tentacle exploring your holes, prodding at every last sensitive spot inside of you with pinpoint precision in a way a human cock can't, and slithering through your folds just to make you squirm from the strange, slimy sensation rubbing against the most delicate part of your body?

his cock typically rests safe and sound inside of a slit on his crotch when unaroused, but when it's mating season or when he gets horny (or when you otherwise unknowingly arouse him bc boy do i love the idea of a human reader accidentally initiating some kind of merfolk mating custom), it emerges from that slit and grows nice and big in preparation to fill you with eggs. it's the same color as his tail -- i like to imagine a deep cyan -- and has a thick, thick base. that girth gradually tapers off the closer you get to the tip, which is nice and thin and small enough to trace perfectly around your clit.

see, i like the idea of childe being able to make cum and eggs so his babies are just a little batch of mini-childes with all of his genetic information-- you're just an incubator and nothing more in this sort of scenario since you're not supplying any genetic material yourself. i like the idea of humans being used as incubators... he hypothesizes that a single merman being able to supply the eggs and the sperm is some way of ensuring a successful breeding since the ocean is a little more cutthroat, unsafe, and cruel than human life is; it's easier to create offspring when it only takes one being and when mermen produce far more eggs than the amount that'll actually make it to full-term. the cum's a lot different from human cum, though... it's colder, slimier/runnier, and he makes much more of it than humans do. it's only natural when he has multiple eggs to fertilize-- humans really only have to worry about one egg at a time; twins or other sets of multiples are the exception, not the rule!

and oh, is he delighted to take advantage of how shocked holding so many babies at one time makes your body feel. he knows that human bodies are typically used to one child at a time, so when he manages to pump 10 or so eggs (a typical clutch size for his species, he explains) in you at one time? he's just delighted by how beautifully you swell and how easy it is to reduce you to a breathless, shaky mess because of the intense amount of effort it takes to carry such a heavy tummy around all day. it's unlikely that all ten make it to full term because of crowding and just general shell weakness, but it doesn't matter-- you're guaranteed to have a clutch of at least four when they're ready to lay. i like to imagine they have a soft, jellylike shell and are birthed just like that; they hatch on their own outside of the body. you're just there to keep 'em warm until they're ready to crack!

#merchilde my love #merman childe #merman tartaglia #spicy #juju bakery #cw oviposition #cw breeding #cw pregnancy #tartaglia smut #childe smut #afab reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

I understand that species evolve and m,utate so that they can eventually become separate species. But where does it start, how does it actually work when we're talking of individuals. Say we have A and B. A is the parent of B. Now we have C. And let's say A and C can mate. But suddenly B and C cannot mate? Does that even make sense? So who can C mate with? How might rhey suddenly be able ro find someone who has the same mutation and can mate with each other? Also, what if it's a species who are mostly monogamous and aren't trying to go through multiple partners to see if they can get children if they couldn't.

Tex: DNA, RNA, and the like are constantly responding to environmental stressors, which causes permutations in the recorded code in order to better adapt to an organism’s niche fitness. Over a generational period, this can be interpreted as the beginnings of evolutions, where genetic expression will eventually change phenotypic characteristics. When there’s sufficient genetic drift over a period of several generations, that’s when we see classical evolution. This can be anything from the changing of beak type according to different food types available (see: Darwin’s finches) to changing active waking hours (Ofir Levy et al.). Evolution is an accumulative effect that begins with individual reactions to one’s environment to better adapt to it.

Ergo, if A, B, and C have a similar enough genetic ancestor, they are likely to be compatible species that will successfully reproduce regardless of the configuration you put them in. For the purposes of your worldbuilding, species that have the required reproductive compatibility to successfully have an offspring (see: Felis genus).

Addy: So in life, things are constantly changing and mutating. I have mutations from my parents, who have mutations from their parents, and so on. DNA gets mixed up in every generation, which is actually one of the advantages of sexual reproduction (as opposed to asexual reproduction, which basically makes clones). More genetic diversity means that, for a given issue, there's a higher chance that some portion of the population will have an adaptation/mutation that will help out. Different blood types, in humans, are associated with susceptibility to different diseases (link below). Different blood types have different types of receptors, and different diseases tend to prefer different receptors for infiltration.

So if you've got a population with a ride range of blood types, then you've got a segment of your population that's going to be less vulnerable (not quite resistant, but close enough) to a given disease.

So that's happening on a wide scale in every generation in every species. What happens with breeding/producing offspring is that over time (many, many generations), as mutations accumulate, it becomes harder and harder for new generations to (theoretically) have offspring with older generations. The line of where a new species starts is… pretty fuzzy.

Think of colors. Green and blue are different colors, and that's pretty obvious to us. But if we put a gradient from blue to green, when does it stop being blue? It it at cerulean? Turquoise? Emerald? Sea foam green? Lime? When does one color start and the other begin?

There isn't a fine line. Blue doesn't just suddenly become green, it slowly changes shades. It's like asking when red becomes pink, or when light gray becomes medium gray or medium gray becomes dark gray.

Evolution is a lot like that. It's a series of slow changes that slowly turn a species into something a little different, then something a little different from that, and then eventually it seems distinct enough that we label it as something new. To the population, at any given time, everyone just seems to be a half a shade apart at most.

When you get to stuff like ligers or mules, that's an example of two shades that are too far apart to have viable offspring (as in a child that can reproduce), but they're still just similar enough that they can have a kid at all.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7850852/

Wootzel: I only have one little thing to add: Usually, new species don’t arise from a common ancestor unless the whole population of that common ancestor ends up split by some kind of boundary that cannot be crossed (frequently, anyway). If a population is in a fairly contiguous area for a long time, then mutations that crop up are likely to spread within the population, even if slowly, and the whole is unlikely to diversify enough to create separate species. 

Your scenario of A, B, and C having only partial ability to breed between them is wildly unlikely. If A is the parent of B, and B had a spontaneous mutation occur in early development which changed the number of its chromosomes but was still viable (Rare! Very rare! Most changes to chromosome count are fatal, infertile, or have massive developmental impacts that reduce offspring fitness), then I could see B being unable to produce offspring with any individual that A is compatible with. B would likely be genetically incompatible with any other member of its species, unless along came another individual with the same mutation. 

#google submitted #species #evolution

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Another Interlude

The Shadow Lord's genetic profile is a lot less clear-cut than your standard megavillain (who is probably half-demon, at the very most).

Digging through his past in Dorne and the late three bonus stories from Tales of Deltora, we have enough info on his family members to construct a gosh damn pedigree.

His mother, Alenan, was pure Fellan.

His father, Peregrine, is more complicated. His mother was Rosalyn, a pure human, but his father was an unnamed man who was implied to be some hybrid of... half-Fellan and pure Fellan.

The most likely scenario from that, I believe, is that he was simply 75% Fellan, but it's possible that one Fellan ancestor was farther up the tree than one generation, that he was the product of some more complex chain of half-Fellan breeding, or even that he was an even 50% and simply meant by "more Fellan" that he was cooler and could talk to trees better. So... anywhere between 50 and 99%.

Under the most conservative estimate, that would make Malverlain, the Shadow Lord, 5/8ths Fellan. Under the 75/25 theory, he would be a neat and tidy 11/16ths Fellan.

Ah, but we're committed to accuracy here, in this treatise on the genetic information of fictional wizards. Past one generation, you aren't always getting an even 50/50 of your ancestors. And the Fellan and humans are, in a sense, different species, what with the innate magic and the colour-changing skin. We want to nail this just right.

When two parents produce offspring, one can imagine the process as each owning 100 marbles, and each randomly taking 50 to place in the pile for the child. Sometimes pieces of the marbles break off and make new marbles with the other marble pieces, but we're going to ignore that and keep this metaphor salvageable.

The most likely outcome is for about 25 of the marbles to come from each grandparent, but since the marbles are being picked randomly, that doesn't have to be the case. It's incredibly, incredibly unlikely, but it's even theoretically possible for all 50 marbles to be the exact ones contributed by just one grandparent.

That means we can stretch the realm of probability for the Shadow Lord's exact mixture eeeven further!

On the maximum human side, where Peregrine somehow managed to carefully select out only human alleles to give this particular son, he could be down to 50% Fellan, an even hybrid.

For the other end, depending on precisely how much Fellan genetic material Peregrine received, the Shadow Lord could wind up as up to a whopping 100% Fellan.

There's really no reason for those probability freak events to have happened, but they do create a range within which any percentage is entirely possible.

All that being said, the most likely outcome still works out to - just about 2/3rds Fellan.

2/3rds, on a heredity check! No wonder he's so messed up.

~

As a bit of a bonus, the fact that we have info on everyone's hair colours means that we can make some rudimentary judgments about Fellans.

Peregrine's parents had black and Fellan red hair respectively, and his hair was black, so to our (simplified) understanding of hair colour heredity, he must be heterozygous, a carrier of the recessive red hair gene. Yet all three of the sons he produced with his red-haired wife also had red hair, something that should only happen 1 time in 8.

This is low enough to suggess that Fellan hair is not just red as a founder effect thing, but is actually some separate trait biologically distinct from human red hair, either genetic or magic-bullshit-induced.

#deltora quest #the three doors #roddacember #genetics

[very-grownup]

Recently, I had cause to contemplate a serious question. It is the sort of question to haunt you at night, one that stumps the greatest minds of our generations; possibly all generations to come.

Which Vinland Saga character is most capable of raising a true alpha warrior elementary school age child?

NULL ARNEIHD

There is nothing that says a woman can't raise an alpha child, except for centuries of effective, logical, and morally superior patriarchal societies, none of which have suffered any demise, leading to our shining mantopia of the present day. But Arnheid is not the mythical woman who can do almost as good a job as the worst man. At best, Arnheid will teach your child how to take a punch.

25) BUG-EYES

We don't know much about Bug-Eyes, except that he let himself be taken as a slave and sold to an old man who refused to call Bug-Eyes by his real name. You don't want your child learning to accept anything but being the dominant party in a capitalist relationship or in the heated realm of name supremacy. When Hunter starts kindergarten, he should know better than to quietly accept demotion to Hunter J.

24) OLMAR

Olmar is the opposite of a capable guiding light for your soft pre-pubescent offspring. He has trouble lifting a sword. He is bad at riding a horse (the monster truck of the pre-industrial age). He grows inferior facial hair. He only kills people by accident. The only reason Olmar ranks higher than Bug-Eyes is he can teach your child the importance of being born into privilege and that as long as they have money, they're guaranteed to be superior to someone.

23) THE EAR

A nickname is acceptable if it relates to a cool physical trait or skill that makes you an essential part of a badass warrior squadron.

But there's nothing cool about ears. That's a nerd's body part.

22) RAGNAR

Ragnar looks like he should be an excellent teacher of alphaness. He can grow facial hair. He's survived the Viking age long enough to grow facial hair and lose head hair (baldness is famously alpha as you shed nature's cossetting helmet). His head is shaped like a bullet (a shape that's as alpha as eagles and penises). But Vinland Saga is pre-bullet. The shape of his head is meaningless.

Also, we know what happens when Ragnar raises a child. You should want better for your little bundle of bones and testosterone.

21) THORS

Thors has so much potential to rank higher. Physically he's the pinnacle of what your child should want to achieve -- tall, bearded, able to withstand being filled with so many arrows -- but philosophically he will only fail your child, at best. If you let Thors take charge of your impressionable youngster, some serious trauma and starvation-based amnesia will be necessary to override unhelpful lessons of pacifism, equality, mercy, and how farming is more rewarding than bashing skulls together until the brains of your enemy coat your hands.

And there's always the risk those beta cuck lessons will re-emerge later in life.

20) WILLIBALD

Willibald is a good intro role model. He's opportunistic, ready to exploit others for his own benefit, and a problem drinker: all great skills for your child to develop on their road to being a true alpha warrior.

Once your child starts learning to read, if they're being taught by Big Government's Woke Academy, they need to be removed from Willibald's influence because he will give them a bible.

19) LEIF

Now, Leif may not look like a great teacher of alphaness, but consider: he's ancient, having survived many sketchy boat travels, he's a successful merchant in a time when you had to put in the work, and he's pretty successful at bartering in exchanges that treat human beings as property. If your child is a physical failure in some way, like maybe they have a vagina or glasses, they should probably learn some lessons from Leif and, since they're soft, don't tell them that's the best they can hope for.

18) PATER

Pater was a slave and through hard work he was able to get all the way up to servant who is in charge of slaves. Pater may not be able to teach your child how to be an alpha, but he does serve as an excellent example of how anyone can pull themselves up by their bootstraps. You don't want your child to disregard that sort of thing completely; what if they need to take advantage of a grading curve one day?

17) EINAR

Einar is a slow learner. He lets family members be killed and his village be pillaged twice! He doesn't start unlocking the potential of hidden berserker rage until he's a slave. He's a powerful man and isn't going to ruin the example of his physical strength with unnecessary literacy or brains, but he never lets himself go full berserker and rip out a man's throat with his teeth. He also lets another man have the woman he likes; he doesn't even make him fight to possess her!

Einar is, at best, the substitute teacher who'll inadvertently show your child a movie The (NOT) Man thinks they're too young and soft to see.

16) FOX AND BADGER

No one wants to hear their child is less an alpha and more a second or third banana to a much cooler child. Fox and Badger can provide helpful guidance in that area and demonstrate that it's important, if you have to be part of a duo, to make up for the other's flaws. For instance, if you can't grow a decent moustache, find a man with a beard, but make sure he's shorter than you and has one of the inferior hair colours. In terms your child may understand: if they're friends with a kid who has a PS5 and they only have a PS4, they need to find a kid with a bad haircut and Nintendo Switch.

15) FLOKI

Sure, he's big and strong and a winner, but you know what Floki ultimately is? A fucking weasel bitch who thinks he's better than he is and prefers taking on people just slightly weaker than he is and engaging in backstabbing and traps.

These are all fine qualities for an aspiring alpha child, but not when your head is going to be used to teach basic geometry. If you child tries to emulate Floki, they're going to find themselves dunked on by a math teacher in high school.

Math teachers are the cucks of the teaching world.

14) KETIL

Like Pater, Ketil is a great mentor-figure if your child is an unpromising lump of human that fills you with shame and concerns about what that bitch Linda was doing while she was pregnant. Ketil is a true self-made man, in that he finds the identity of a much cooler dude and makes it his own. Wealth, security, reputation, facial hair, 50/50 on fucking out failure sons, and choice of enslaved women to fuck. Remember: it doesn't count as weakness if she sees you cry, because she's not a person.

13) THE PHANTOM HEAD OF SWEYN, KING OF DENMARK

In a way, the Phantom Head of Sweyn, King of Denmark, is an excellent guide to the world of alphadom. He's fucked enough to be riddled by so much syphilis, he's a land conquering war king, he's willing to pit his children against each other to determine which is more worthy of being his heir, and instead of showing traditional love, his children must content themselves with the real gift an alpha father can impart: not being murdered, yet. He's tenacious in his desire to continue imparting his wisdom to his younger son, as shown by being a Phantom Head haunting him for years after he's died.

He is just a hallucination of a dead man's severed head, though, and at the end of the day, if you've been raising your child with anything like real grit, they will use the Phantom Head of Sweyn, King of Denmark, as a soccer ball.

And then your child is playing soccer. Ugh.

12) SVERKEL

Sverkel is Ketil's ancient father who persists in living alone on his own patch of land, supporting himself with his own two hands and the hands of slaves, whose hands are his hands. He thinks his son is an idiot and his grandsons are idiots. He only shows begrudging affection to traditionally attractive young women and men who he views as superior to his own family members. He's basically the perfect man to entrust your young child to if you want them to grow up to be a strong, self-sufficient, emotionally closed off survivor.

Unfortunately, in our modern society, the skill of 'just not fucking dying' is only impressive when you're a billionaire or a war criminal, so your 21st century offspring will be as engaged in learning from Sverkel as they are in hearing about grandpa's time in [select age-appropriate American forever war].

11) ATLI AND TORGRIM

Like Fox and Badger, but better. Say, five better. Like Fox and Badger, Atli and Torgrim will teach your child the importance of brotherhood, teamwork, and combining power into a more deadly force. But fivebetter, because instead of a fat-one skinny-one team-up, Atli and Torgrim are true Vikings and ask "What if we were both just jacked blonde dudes with beards?"

On the route to becoming a lone wolf warrior alpha on the playground, make sure your child knows their best ally is someone exactly like them.

10) THORFINN

Entering the top ten, we finally reach series protagonist, Thorfinn. Thorfinn is in an unfortunate position. At one point in his life, he would have been, if not a great teacher, at least a great camp counselor for your child on their journey to sucking the marrow from the bones of those who fall in dodgeball. Once, Thorfinn let nothing stop him in his pursuit of climbing trees, walls, and adult men to end limb and maybe life with his knives and teeth.

Sadly, Thorfinn's life takes a dark turn, and he has cause to remember the lessons of his pacifist father. From atop a mountain of corpses, Thorfinn becomes consumed by guilt and sorrow. As an adult, Thorfinn would rather get punched in the face one hundred times than bite a single finger off a giant.

Unless you want to convince your child that Thorfinn died at sixteen in a cool Viking accident, the best lesson your child can learn with a teacher like Thorfinn is when you pick them up after their first day and whisper, loudly, while pointing in an exaggerated manner: "Don't be like THAT loser, Hunter."

9) CANUTE

Canute ranks higher than Thorfinn because his character arc is constructed in thematic contrast, to wit Canute goes from a soft, scared little baby boy with flowing blonde hair to a scarred king willing to torch entire villages for communication purposes, deny knowledge of old allies, subjugate anyone with assets he needs to strengthen his position, and poison brothers.

It's inspirational, aside from all the Jesus Canute puts in everything.

And a top tier alpha would punch his brother in the throat until he died and not use a sissy long game weapon like poison.

8) GARDAR

Now Gardar, Gardar is a real man. He's big, he has facial hair, we know he's fucked at least once, and he will go on a murder spree to get back what is his, even pushing past the point of death. The only thing you have to watch out for if your child is being taught by Gardar is that they understand murder sprees are best BEFORE enslavement, not after, and that they should never love anyone but themselves so much that it drives them to madness. Too much love for others can make you vulnerable even in your most murdery madness.

7) SWEYN, KING OF DENMARK

All the positive qualities of Sweyn's Decapitated Phantom Head, but with the benefits of a body and limbs. Even the most powerful child will not be able to use him as substitute sports equipment unless they first learn how to break kneecaps.

6) THORGIL

Thorgil is essentially a Viking marine played by peak Hulk Hogan. His muscles have muscles. His beard is blonde and luscious. He's killed many people, will kill more, and is incredibly hype about that killing. He has weird relationships with his family. I have confirmed there is at least one person out there with a workout inspired by Thorgil with the goal of becoming as jacked as Thorgil. He can swim and strategize and will never surrender. He rejects the weak control of fancy hereditary monarchy and embraces rule based on who can crush the most skulls simply by flexing their biceps (it's Thorgil). He's even good at using lesser people for murder-by-proxy.

Perhaps Thorgil's greatest flaw is that he won't be able to teach your child how to maximize their human pawn options.

And numbers. He definitely has a problem with numbers.

5) WULF

Wulf has a name that calls to all children who aspire to standing on a pile of unconscious classmates during recess. He's essentially a Viking gym teacher and Viking gym class has decapitation instead of skipping rope. He doesn't do embarrassing things like showing emotions and he's capable of understanding numbers in the only context where numbers matter (how much you need for successful slaughter of your opposition). He even looks cool. You'd play a guns and grit videogame with a player character who looks like Wulf.

He's kept from being top of the pile because he's a loyal retainer to a weaker man. That's okay, though. Your alpha child should aspire to becoming greater than even the coolest of gym teachers.

4) BJORN

You know what's better than your one cool gym teacher?

That guy, but he does drugs. Not bad drugs that make you introspective, cool drugs that make you even better at murdering. Your alpha child will need to learn one day about the benefits of performance enhancing drugs.

3) SNAKE

If there's one thing we know about alphas, is that they love selective interpretations of characters named Snake and this is another great Snake to add to the list. He's the leader of a band of mercenaries, which means he's a murder entrepreneur. He is stronger and smarter than everyone in his employ, which means he can never be truly challenged. He has a mysterious background, which adds to his cool mystique and is probably something he can impart to your child for playground reputation enhancement. He is literate but uses it to entrench himself in a position of power over others, showing that there are benefits to being able to read. If you spin it correctly, you can even use Snake's generally positive relationship with Sverkel as a way to teach your child the importance of respecting and attending to you, and only you, when you are old and infirm (you will never die or suffer any kind of negative repercussions for the way you live your life).

2) THORKELL

Thorkell is so cool and nearly the perfect teacher for your alpha child. He is easily the strongest man in the history of Vikings. He can use entire trees as battering rams. He is not slowed down or put out when he loses organs or limbs; in fact, he recognizes that injuries are badass and make you more powerful. He is a man who will impart in your child the need to constantly fight and destroy basically anyone who is willing to consider putting up a fight and to always pursue greater challenges. Probably your child's boring, non-Viking teachers have even used the word 'challenge' in some context when you've met with them and whatever they were talking about, you can bet Thorkell will help guide your aspiring muscle golem to destroying that thing. There are only two reasons Thorkell doesn't occupy the top spot on this list. One is that there's no indication he possesses dietary or exercise secrets that will help your child grow to be 8 feet tall.

1) ASKELADD

The other reason is that there's one man in Vinland Saga who has a track record of actually raising an alpha child, even if that child lost his way. Askeladd is all about tough love and killing sources of soft love. He's cunning, ruthless, and can get someone who wants to kill him to work for him for a decade. He knows how to gather important resources to be self-sufficient -- once you pillage, torch, and slaughter an entire village, their resources are your resources, after all. He's well-travelled, ambitious, and will carry a grudge forever, never hesitating to sacrifice weaklings in pursuit of his goals. His hands-off approach raised a malnourished child who hated him into the kind of boy who could run up enemies thrice his size and bite their fingers off. Imagine what Askeladd could achieve with a child eager to learn? /Your/ child won't fall into a pit of numb despair and skeletons that leads them onto the path of peace like some kind of loser.

#vinland saga #weeb shit #serious lists about serious lessons

[imelht]

Since you're accepting asks can we please learn more about Equinox ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alright! This is going to be a bit long since Equinox has plenty behind him.

Equinox is Meta Knight’s and King Dedede’s child but apparently, he is a dampyr!

A dampyr is what you call the offspring of a vampire and a human (in this case, mortal.) I head canon that Meta Knight is a vampire (hence the fangs I give him.) Equinox was brought into this world not by Star Dream, but instead from Meta Knight’s own power. (The story goes that Meta Knight used cellular alteration to bring him to life as a small child. Whether or not his birth was natural or artificial is something Meta Knight will not tell anyone…) However, since he is half-vampire and half-mortal he does not suffer from any vampiric weaknesses (such as sunlight or silver) but he still ages (very slowly just like a puff) and he also still deals with his bloodlust.

Despite being a vampiric being he is very gentle and benevolent in nature, though he has his wild streaks* sometimes. He also is very well aware of his surroundings, he is cunning and he is a very quick learner. He also seems to take his bloodlust even better than Meta…

Equinox was born on September 22, which was also the day of an equinox (autumn equinox.) When he was born his parents were overjoyed that the alteration was a success (he didn’t die or carry any off-genes or mutations…) and he was quickly taken in and introduced to the Waddle Dees, Kirby etc…

He is still extremely young despite him looking like a small child or even teen. He knows to to read and speak and he has proven himself to be very empathetic to Meta Knight’s surprise. Despite being a work of dark magic he seems to be just as legit as any child born by natural means.

In his off-time he likes to play and eat with Kirby, he has a really big gut and will eat three-fourths of his weight in a single sitting. (As mentioned in a previous post one of the tags said he really likes sweets…) He also enjoys reading (specifically psychology and short fiction…)

His physical figure represents King Dedede’s but he has Meta’s wings, claws and fangs. He also has a small tail which you can see if he is not wearing his robe. He sports a robe-cape that covers his arms but is open in the front, revealing a fuzzy tummy and a band similar to Dedede’s. On the back is a mashup of Meta Knight’s and Dedede’s insignias. He also has a tuft of hair on top of his head and has longer fur on his belly. His fangs are two on the top, two on the bottom (not grown in yet & same as Meta’s) he is able to walk outside at daytime without the need for a parasol and he also is able to eat human food with ease (he can be sustained on it as well.) (Still needs blood occasionally though…)

In general Equinox is a dampyr who is very kind. He loves his fathers and despite having a dark side he does not give into it. (Meta is a very good role model, as he has undergone his own harsh journey through darkness in order to find light. He struggles with his lusts, sure, but he has the willpower to deal with them and stow them away.)

Lore on Meta’s affliction will be coming soon, it will clear up any confusion that you might have in regards to Meta and his vampiric nature. More may be added to Equinox’s backstory as well.

Also, thank you so much Anon for asking! Have these pictures of Equinox for now.

#meta knight #king dedede #metadede #vampire meta knight #fanchild #equinox #lore for fanchild #a lot of text #old art #equinox lore post

[ae-neon]

If Rhys were smart, he should have said, “Do you know what… If my enemy, Tamlin, doesn’t like or trust this woman, then neither do I.” And thanos snapped her out of existence with his most powerful powers and his most power court.

So the fact that he didn’t… tells a lot about what SJM did and didn’t plan for after the first book.

Okay let's actually talk about this

Acotar power scaling is all over the place but in general, during the 1st book we can guess that its

Amarantha > the HLs

Amarantha is a warrior and Hybern's strongest general in her own right. She was the one to stop Jurian, the man who basically led the revolution - even tho we don't know how he somehow matched up to the fae - that puts her at like at least Cassian level combat

She was already a top general when Tamlin was a child so she's either a prodigy or she's much older than most of the HLs beside Beron

That's just combat.

Magic wise, maybe only Helion and Hybern himself have her beat. We don't know how she did it but it's canon that she was smart and cunning enough to trick all the HLs and somehow steal their power. She also curses Tamlin, literally using magic.

So Amarantha was both a top 3 fighter and a top 3 magic user and remember that she doesn't have a court to draw magic from before UtM, she's just an ordinary high Fae, so the gap to not only reach HL level but to even beat them is crazy

Now Rhysand

Technically being half lesser Fae should make him weaker but idk SJM loves him so being half Illyrian makes him stronger than a normal HL

His parents were mates, the magical eugenics programme literally breeds strong offspring

Plus he has been trained in Illyria since a young age.

For all of this I will grant him a top 3 place.

What really makes him special is the daemati ability. It's op. Unless you're Nesta.

But Rhys doesn't have his full power in acotar

And if it only takes a few lessons to learn how to shield, and Amarantha is from Hybern where the daemati twins live, Amarantha's mind shield was probably diamond hard and impossible to get through

With Rhys and Tamlin, even if he could, why would Rhys get rid of Amarantha because Tamlin hates her? That doesn't make sense.

Rhysand is 20 something years older than Tamlin and while he did teach him stuff growing up, they weren't close for long. Tamlin was probably still a kid when everything happened with their families.

For the better part of 500 years, Rhys has hated Tamlin. So why would he get rid of someone based on the fact that Tamlin hates her?

Even with that line of thinking, everyone, even Beron, hated Amarantha - she tortured Fae for fun, she wanted to enslave humans etc but there was nothing they could do

Rhys couldn't kill Amarantha

She was too powerful

At least up until sjm needed her dead and suddenly a riddle answer meant she wasn't

#anon asks #anti sjm #sjm is a bad author #sjm critical

[themonsterblogofmonsters]

I just want to say, I LOVE your Tumblr. It is amazing how creative you are. I wish I was as creative as you:).

I have a question regarding Vampire Pregnancy. You said that the time of a full vampire pregnancy is 1 year due to the slow formation of the fetus.

Is it the same for non vampire women? Does it take as long?

Like is it usually high risk pregnancies for witch or muggle women that are pregnant with Dhampirs?

Is it possible for a vampire to have more than one child?

Gonna start this with a note that it isn't just women who can be pregnant. Trans folks, non-binary folks, genderqueer folk - it isn't just women. JKR's TERFy bullshit can go rot in hell, and while I understand that you probably didn't mean to be so and probably simply didn't think about it, gender neutral language is pretty much always the better call.

Is it the same for non vampire women? Does it take as long?

Generally speaking no, it does not take as long. Pure vampires take ages because pure vampires are slow to grow and mature, but if it's a dhampir? It gets speed and life from it's other parent. Dhampir pregnancies are more prone to being late - by anywhere from a few days to a month - but it is incredibly rare for them to take the full year as it does for full vampires.

The only exception to this is when the parents are both dhampir with higher-than-usual proportions of vampire heritage, or when one is a vampire and the other a dhampir. In these cases the children, not being fully vampiric, are called dhampir too, though they'd be more accurately 3/4 (or sometimes more) vampiric. In these cases a pregnancy can take the full year, but it is still quite uncommon.

Like is it usually high risk pregnancies for witch or muggle women that are pregnant with Dhampirs?

It depends on the area, but generally magical or non-magical individuals who become pregnant with dhampir will be taken care of. They're higher risk than usual pregnancies, especially because of the offspring's need for blood, but they are manageable. However, for vampires, children are a rare and treasured thing, so the pregnant parent is usually given the best of care. Additionally, a vampire's senses would permit them - not unlike a dog - to sniff out when something is wrong; they can often prepare ahead of time if there is a complication, as long as the vampire parent or family members or friends of said vampire parent is present.

In the case of dhampir having dhampir - they are often (though not always) hardier than humans, and being of mixed ancestry themselves are in many ways better equipped to carry such children. The pregnancies of dhampir parents tend to run late, however, while the pregnancies of human parents may be late, but rarely so late as those of dhampir parents.

Is it possible for a vampire to have more than one child?

Yes. Be that because they're having twins or because they have multiple pregnancies over their incredibly long lifespan - or because they are not the pregnant parent - yes, a vampire can have multiple children. This isn't Fevre Dream or Breaking Dawn, people. The pregnant parent can - and often does - survive, and in the case of non-vampire parents they'll usually survive without even being turned into a vampire. Some non-vampire parents of dhampir may later be turned by their vampiric partner, but it is rare for it to be the immediate and direct result of a pregnancy to have a dhampir.

#vampires #aldallure #asks #magizoology #vampirology #hp headcanons

[staringdownabarrel]

Alright, so here's my overall thoughts on Picard's final season.

I think this was ultimately the best paced season the show's ever had. Previous seasons have traditionally ended up getting a bit derailed halfway through and introducing a lot of plot threads that they can't really wrap up properly. For the most part, every plot thread that season three introduced was wrapped up by the end of the season. I think this season also did a much better job at keeping each individual episode well paced than previous seasons as well.

On a gut level, this is also pretty much always what I wanted from a season of Picard: bringing back the entirety of the old crew, putting them on a ship, and having them do one last mission together. While that's always been a bit of a fan fic-y desire on my part, the fact that there even is a Picard show is a fan fic-y thing.

I don't necessarily think this means it was a good final season for the show as it existed prior to this, though. There's a lot of threads from previous seasons that would have made sense to bring up here. Soji could have been doing something with the Daystrom Station for example, and bringing back Jurati for the Borg twist at the end would have made a lot of sense.

I'm also not really a big fan of bringing back Ro and Shelby just to kill them off, either. At least with Ro, the defense can be made that she at least got to do something that's important to the plot before she was killed off. Shelby was there for like a minute before she took three to the chest.

At least in this regard, season three hasn't been any worse than previous seasons, though. This is the time-honoured tradition of Picard ever since they immediately killed off Maddox in season one.

With Ro specifically, I feel like Picard's anger with her about her defection to the Maquis wasn't really in line with how he's traditionally been portrayed. Traditionally, Picard's always been the kind of guy who sees Starfleet's orders as something that can ultimately be disobeyed if his conscience says to do that. This is why he's willing to tell Admiral Haftel that Data can keep his child in The Offspring; it's also why he shows up to the battle in First Contact and why he sides with the Ba'ku in Insurrection.

Prior to this, the only time when Picard's known to have taken issue with someone acting like this was when Worf killed Duras. A lot of that wasn't just the murder is wrong angle; it was also the risk of how it could have complicated the Federation's relationship with the Klingon Empire at a time when they needed the Klingons on side to maintain their position against the Romulans.

This kind of reasoning didn't really apply to Ro Laren defecting to the Maquis. The Federation's relationship with the Cardassians was already being complicated by the Maquis' existence; one more Starfleet officer going over wasn't going to change that too much. Plus, the Federation's justice was very forgiving--Bashir's parents only got a couple of years for having him genetically modified for example, and that was one of humanity's biggest social taboos.

Plus, for the most part, Picard's general vibe really wasn't to make anyone who ever crossed him a personal nemesis. That was always more of a Sisko thing. We don't ever see him on the brink of making Admiral Nechayev his own personal nemesis even though they had a rocky relationship, and he doesn't seem to do it with Ishara Yar or Sela, either. Towards the end of TNG, he's even starting to warm to Q, and Q is kinda the closest thing he's ever had to a personal nemesis.

So this idea that Picard was just dwelling on what Ro had done in Preemptive Strike for thirty years seems a bit rich to me. I think it's one of those plot threads that really only existed because the writers didn't really understand what Picard's vibe was. I think it also undermines the progress Picard had made in the previous season, because I feel like if he was willing to let go of this deep childhood trauma that had informed his character forever after, then at some point he would have sat down and said, "Okay, but why not also this?"

I think it was also a mistake to basically bring Data back from the dead, too. Part of his arc in the show's first season was that he had the realisation that life had value because it ended. They ended up scrubbing that idea entirely so that they could bring him back but different, essentially.

While this is broadly in line with how death in Star Trek can work--most shows will have at least one character who's brought back from the dead at some point--I feel like doing it twice in one show starts to make the franchise a little bit too much like Dragon Ball Z for my liking. No hate to DBZ fans because it's also great, but thematically speaking, if I wanted to watch a show where death was ultimately just a temporary inconvenience if you're part of the main cast, I'd be watching that instead of Star Trek.

All of this being said, I feel like season three probably would have been great if it'd been the show's first season, not its final one. As just a standalone plot, there's a lot of things about it that I think are a bit fan fic-y, but are ultimately forgivable. It's just not a very good follow up to what had happened in the previous two seasons. Really, my contention with season three is that while it's decent as a standalone thing, it really isn't a good final season.

I also liked how they kept Worf as kind of a funny guy. This was never something that was explicitly canon, but there were a couple of moments in TNG where it's kinda-sorta implied that he has a very subtle, very dry sense of humour where people wouldn't necessarily pick up on the joke until a while later.

Like, in 11001001, he makes a comment to Riker about not seeing the point in keeping score in games if not to win, and Yar and Riker both seem to be on the same page about it maybe being a joke. Later on in Transfigurations, he tells LaForge that a woman he's interested in has to be able to see the passion in his eyes, and then later on tells Riker he'd been coaching him on his dating life.

While stuff like that was probably intended to be the writers thinking it'd be a good way to emphasise how different Worf was from some of his human crewmates, I've always taken it to mean that Worf is kind of a funny guy once you start to pick up on his style of humour. For him, part of the punchline is always other people's reactions just as much as the literal punchline of the joke.

I think his line in the finale, "I'll make it a threesome," generally kept with that. This isn't really the kind of thing people would pick up on as a joke in the moment, but they'd probably realise what his intent was a couple of months later. It very much fits with the "confusing now, funny tomorrow" sort of jokes Worf would occasionally make in TNG.

I have some other thoughts on this season, but I feel like a lot of it could probably work as their own posts. Some of this stuff could probably work as their own posts as well if I fleshed them out a bit more honestly, so stay tuned I guess.

#star trek #star trek picard #star trek pic #pic #picard #spoilers #rant

[genuineformality]

It is extremely well known within my friends group that I do not like children. I don't have any, knew by the age of five that I didn't want any, and have been living my life doing everything I can to avoid them when at all possible.

This is not entirely accurate. I don't actually dislike children in principle, but I have yet to meet a child who didn't push one of my (many, complex, complicated, PTSD-created) buttons. Being in the company of children is a source of stress and anxiety, made all the worse by the memory of actually being a child, which were objectively the worst years of my life.

You generally can't say all of that, however. "Yeah, I'm not very child-friendly" is easier shorthand than trying to explain to anyone that their perfect offspring may, through no fault of their own, trigger a panic attack and if you need me, I'll be in the bathroom trying not to throw up.

However, being a person of a certain age means that the majority of my friends who are approximately my age now have kids and those kids are the age where their parents are bringing them to events, on trips, etc. Remaining friends with my friends means occasionally putting myself into situations where interacting with their children is necessary and every single time it is awkward, stressful, and I do my utmost to ensure that no one else is affected by the fact that I am actually just a pile of neuroses huddling inside a human skin.

My friends very much want me to be involved in their children's lives and I appreciate the sentiment. In some ways, I also want this. But the reality of my situation and theirs makes this exceedingly difficult for everyone, most especially the kids who do not understand why this single adult, who gives off extremely strong mom-vibes, alone in all of the adults in their lives, can't seem to get their shit together to interact with them in a useful, meaningful way. (Apparently from the child perspective, I'm just an immense weirdo who is simultaneously extremely off-putting and fascinating. Which doesn't make the experience better for anyone.)

The end result is that I have drifted significantly from my cis-het, child-bearing friends and have found my friends-group becoming younger and more queer with every passing year. I don't mind this, but I miss the friendships I used to have with people I still love dearly, but whose lives have taken a different trajectory than my own.

My old friends group has habitually invited Husbeast and me on non-child focused trips and that's largely how I've kept in touch with this group of friends over the last five years. In 2020, we were supposed to go on a trip with them, but the pandemic happened. And then in 2021, another year of pandemic. For 2022, we've rescheduled and completely changed what the trip is and who is included. The one we're going on now is extremely child-focused, because the five kids between four couples are aged 10 to 16, the perfect age(s) at which to see, explore, and appreciate the world around them. Husbeast and I are the only childfree couple between them all.

I've known that this was going to happen, but now we're a week out from leaving and the amount of dread I'm carrying is intense. The anxiety dreams are ridiculous. And a small sampling of my thoughts over the last three months reveals that I may look like a responsible adult, but I'm anything but: I should have politely declined the invitation. I should get my shit together and just get through it. Years of therapy have only sort of helped. It's going to be fine once we're on the ground. It's going to be a disaster.

I know, in my heart of hearts, that it will be fine. I am loved and supported. Husbeast knows all of these things about me (in glorious, excruciating detail) and fortunately loves kids, so he takes point on any and all child interactions. And these are my friends, who know what I'm like and in some cases know that particulars of why I'm like this (and if they don't know the particulars, they know the broad strokes). I wouldn't have agreed to this if I, at a much more sane and rational point in my life, hadn't weighed the pros and cons and eventually decided that I could do this.

This is fine.

#firstiest of first world problems #childfree #useless maundering #ptsd #anxiety

[gpsoftun]

This upcoming Sunday, my family has the simple but cherished pleasure of going out for lunch together on behalf of our queen and matriarch. I frequently think about Mom describing her reaction to my eldest sister’s birth. How it did not dawn on her until that moment that she now had a responsibility for the rest of her life. No, not until my sister came of age but for Mom’s entire life. Since then, for better or worse, that’s a realization she’s put into practice every single day. I relate to that mindset where my princess niece and little prince nephews are concerned. As I am an anomaly that does not reflect my pre-adopted background, Mom is an exception to motherhood, not the rule.

Unlike their paternal counterparts, mothers are bestowed with celebration and praise well before and long after their designated May holiday. The black community particularly takes the adoration to borderline biblical idolization. This is due to the notable absence of fathers among black Americans. Since they almost always wind up as the sole caregiver- often supplemented with government assistance- they’re in the perfect position to endorse their own worship. They influence their children and onlookers to see them as these heroines of womanhood doing it all and scooping up full credit for any glimmer of success obtained by their offspring. This control of the narrative along with having mainstream media in their favor take attention away from the fact that non-widowed single mothers are not actually arms-wielding warriors for their children. At best, they are atoning for picking a poor mate and failing to provide a functioning two-parent household or stable co-parenting situation. Again, this is the best case. What no one ever wants to talk about are the displays of anger exhibited by single mothers who have to bring in an income plus interact with very dependent little ones who, after a hard day’s work, they will often view as nagging vermin with the nerve to expect an affectionate greeting at the front door. Not to mention the revolving door of, often abusive, men these women expose to the impressionable youngsters. In addition, these mothers are notorious for numbing their woes with substance abuse, violent behavior, and the emotional abuse of projecting their countless failures and wasted opportunities onto their children. This is what causes the depraved generational cycle of promiscuous teenage daughters desperate to have a man in their lives to not end up alone like their own mothers and to make up for not having a strong father involved in their upbringing. Then there are sons so brainwashed into undeserved devotion to their mothers that they grow up spineless, unskilled, lazy, and incapable of being real fathers to the, often numerous, children they sire.

Recent events in the US have cast an even darker shadow on Mother’s Day. So much overdue rage and debates have reignited in the courts and on the streets alike over Roe v. Wade that a civil war appears inevitable. In the midst of this, how does no one see the twisted irony in devoting an entire holiday to a vulnerable child’s executioner? Since 1973, it has been legal across these United States for pregnant women to view the developing baby as a miraculous gift or inconvenient garbage to be tossed no differently than a soiled tampon. Literally, every single one of us born after 1973 are mass genocide survivors of the most dangerous battleground on the planet for any human being- the womb. This is not true because every woman will abort their child but because every woman *can* abort their child. While all children are at the mercy of their parents’ mood swings, harming a born child is condemned for the heinous act that it is. An even more nauseating fact is the number of beaming women accepting gifts this Sunday for the offspring they decided to keep. Meanwhile, they discard the unfortunate ones from their minds as easily as they dumped their butchered remains into a rubbish heap.

What is Mother’s Day for some is very much Murderer’s Day for too many others.

This is legal.

This is abominable.

This is factual.

This is every. Single. Day.

For those of you with humility enough to wonder what makes you worthy of the slightest praise in May or any day? Bare minimum? When your children announce they’re taking you out and your first concern is hoping you will have enough time to get their laundry done.

#mother's day #murderer's day #anti abortion #roe v wade #anti roe v. wade #genocide #black community criticism #found family feels #platonic love #nine months plus labor does not equal godhood #Innocent Lives Matter #Unborn Lives Matter

[thetristoneera]

It’s yo characters, repping the Greatest Story Ever Lived.  In no particular order, I will describe these solo, contributing members of society. 

Mirozeus / An elf boasting the super powers of Mirror Cheetah.  Whom is the Highest Grand Saint of the Saint Order, making her the head.  It’s the prime population that acts as the castle order for Part 3; in heaven.  Mirozeus is just like Part 3, always wanting to be everywhere for the sake of saving as many lives as possible.  The only reason she wasn’t turned into Part 3’s first lord revolves around her feeling like if she took the chalice; she wouldn’t be able to do what she does.  Part 3 felt that & gave her the chalice anyway.  She is 1,000 years old… 

Naekon Fates / An android boasting the super powers of Afterlife Ram.  He’s a grandmaster martial artist who runs the Fulfilled Promises Dojo.  As bogus as that sounds, believe it.  The sky is the limit with him, which is why his features appear as such.  He’ll help you be able to send souls flying too.  He is 1,029 years old…

Qaaress / A fairy boasting the super powers of Earth.  She is a Galactic Class Archeologist/Tomb Raider.  Known for running through lost space craft & tombs of unmanned planets.  A brave child of the universe she is, so believe her when she tells you that you will survive.  Now stop being scared…  She is 210 years old…

Q Altana / An android boasting the super powers of Titanus Metism (Cannon).  She is the leader of Ace of Spades Services, a villain assistance program that helps people come up with groups.  Groups for terrorism, heists, hits, demolition or general connections for a new league of villains.  She was handed the business from a human who gave it to her because she could run it better than his offspring.  Ever since then, Othello has been highly pleased with how well villains have been since.  She is 653 years old…

Lemonix / A devil boasting the super powers of Summon: Psychic, Water, Cyber, Astronomy, Energy, Vegetation & Earth.  He is the head of the Lemonade Order; a group of neutralites that serve as protectors from monsters.  They are always traveling around the worlds, taking up bounties in distant lands.  Not third world country, but lacks any kind of strategic forces to make living easier.  This keeps him well connected to finding more power.  He is 300 years old…

Lady Everro / A fairy boasting the super powers of Metism Mirror (Unicorn).  She’s a Traveling Galactic Class Erowologist, Psychologist & Endologist.  With HIPAA being high standard in this world, her recipe for power comes from working for any organization.  Need your offspring to be on their super powers better, stronger & faster; book her.  They sometimes call her the Society Changer.  She is 1,000 years old…

Merlot the Man / A fairy boasting the super power of Magestry: Wine, Orbital, Electricity & Portal.  He is a Designer Chef who also the president of Pimp My Vine Winery.  This ridiculously high wizard has a spell book that would make you want to become immortal too.  The ZOZ Coven is still alive because of him & doesn’t mind letting none spell binders read his spell book.  He is 1,000 years old…

Gravemister / A devil boasting the super powers of Shadow Skeleton.  Yea.  He is the head of Golden Tombs Mortuary, a prosperous business that takes care of death.  For the ones that don’t want immortality or just to die; because of having a hard life.  Can get taken care of easily, when he’s not on his job; he’s a Galactic Class Bounty Hunter.  He is 192 years old…

#Story 16 #the Greatest Story of Lived #Characters #World Building

[namelesspastel]

Twice Shy: Chapter 1

This is a sequel to my other story Once Bitten... but with a focus on my favorite (noncanon) ship, Tashiro and Hanzawa. You can read either one in whatever order, it doesn't matter.

I officially met Gonzaburou when I was four years old. Well, I suppose I met him before that, as one of my mother’s favorite stories is how his first word was “Maa-kun” and how he would follow me around just chanting my name.

So I suppose a better way to put is I was able to recall meeting him when I was four. My mother had called to me, saying I needed to greet the new neighbors and I was… less than thrilled, to put it lightly. I remember trudging up to the door and getting ready to plant a fake smile on my face only to be left with confusion.

“They aren’t new. This is just the Tashiros.” The Tashiro family had been serving the Hanzawa family for generations. Before that would mean they were actually our servants, but now it just meant they were really good friends.

“Masato!” My mother looked aghast while the Tashiros simply smiled.

“What?” I blinked at her. Had I said something wrong?

She sighed and opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get out even a single syllable, I was suddenly knocked onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. I blinked my eyes several times as everything came back into focus and saw a bright eyed boy clinging to my chest. His grin was as wide as it could go and it seemed as if his eyes were actually sparkling as he looked at me.

“Maa-kun!” He cried out, his whole face squishing with his smile.

“Gonzaburou!” His parents scrambled to get him off me but he was stubborn and simply hung onto me harder. Without thinking, my arms came up to wrap around him, keeping him close. His warmth seeped into me, even at that young age.

“Who is this?” I asked, looking between the Tashiros and my mother.

This time my mom didn’t look upset and she simply smiled and crouched down to stroke the child’s head. “Don’t you remember him, Masato? This is Gonzaburou. He’s their son. You two played together all the time.”

I slowly shook my head and sat up, Gonzaburou moving with me. He was now clinging to my arm instead of my chest but his smile was still present. “Why is he here?”

My mother and Tashiros shared a look. I wasn’t sure what it meant at the time (and if I’m being honest, I still don’t quite know) but the look was gone as soon as I noticed it and my mother smiled again, “He’s going to join our family one day so we thought that he should spend as much time with us as possible. The sooner, the better, right?”

“Right!” Gonzaburou agreed loudly, raising his free hand high in the air.

In this world vampires are real. They aren’t like how they’re written in books, you aren’t bitten and changed and vampires – simply by nature – are more athletic, smarter than average, have good looks and (typically) have high senstivity to sunlight. They don’t burst into flames in the sun though nor are they averse to holy ground or garlic. Vampirism is simply a genetic mutation that happens before a person is born. When this mutation happens and your parents are both human, you are called a full vampire – meaning you can live off blood packs or live blood (blood directly from a human).

If that full vampire decides to have a child, if they have it with a human, their offspring is considered a dhampire, or a half vampire. These vampires can eat regular human food but need a small amount of blood to survive – typically they can survive off one blood pack a month added to their regular diet. Everyone is different though and some half vampires need more than others… some might even be unable to drink blood packs and need it directly from the source.

Now, if that full vampire has a child with another vampire their bloodline – after a few generations – will be considered pure and the vampires from that house will be considered pureblood vampires. These vampires can only live off blood taken directly from a human and they typically have special powers that come with being purebloods. Their bites carry a type of venom, that’s different from one family to the next but only comes in three types: amnesiac, antiseptic and aphrodisiac. Their powers are as their name implies. They also have the special privilege of having a bond with a human called a familiar contract. This contract is built upon a mutual agreement (aka consent) between a human and a pureblood vampire.

This bond is likely where a lot of the fiction comes from. When a human enters a familiar contract with a pureblood vampire, they gain a small bit of vampirism themselves. They become more athletic and gain an edge to their intelligence, as well as become more robust and they tend to live longer lives than the average human. They also need to ritually consent to the contract about once every month and during this ritual, the pureblood and the human exchange blood. While under this contract, the human cannot have children and the aging process will slow significantly, however the moment they decide they want to move forward, the contract is null and they are able to pick up their life where they left off… whether the pureblood wants to or not. You cannot force someone into a familiar bond.

Now with all that being said, the only reason I even bring it up, is because I – Masato Hanzawa – am a pureblood vampire. And the Tashiro family has been contracted to my family as their familiars for generations. Obviously this was no longer the case for the current (last?) generation as they had a son, but now, that son was set to become a familiar to either my sister (the de facto future head of the household) or my brother (the eldest son).

And that fact… left a strange, itchy feeling in my chest as I looked at Gonzaburou by my side. Even at that young age I knew that’s where he belonged… but I didn’t have the power nor the knowledge to keep it like that.

***

A few years later, I was in sixth grade, getting ready to head off to junior high, and Gonzaburou had since became a common (and important) part of my life – both at school and at home.

“Maa-kunnn!!” Gonzaburou yelled into the classroom as he threw open the door. I didn’t even pause or look up from filling out the journal for my day duties.

“I told you not to call me that at school,”

“’s fine. Not like anyone’s here anyway,” He said lightly and sat at the desk next to mine. “What’re you doing anyway?”

“Filling out the journal, I was on duty today.”

“Heh…” He glanced at my work before frowning and leaning back. “Are you gonna be done soon?”

“In a bit. Why?”

“’Cause I wanna-” He was cut off as the door opened a second time.

“Ah! There he is!”

“Tashiro, c’mon! Let’s play soccer!” A group of students were gathered at the door, a soccer ball squished between them.

“Can’t,” Gonzaburou said, shaking his head.

“Why not?”

“I’m going home with Maa…” He stopped himself when I glared at him and quickly corrected himself. “Masato.”

“Ehh?”

“Boring.”

“C’mon, let’s go, guys.” The group then dispersed as quickly as they came.

“… you could have gone with them.” I said after it was clear they weren’t coming back and he was staying behind.

“It’s fine. It’s not like I told them I’d hang out with them today. ‘Sides, I wanted to be with you more.” He was able to say such things with such ease, as if it were nothing. Meanwhile, his simple words made my heart squeeze in my chest.

However, I was but a child and had yet to truly understand what that feeling meant, so I simply sighed and shook my head, quickly finishing the log and gathering my things.

“Done already?” Gonzaburou blinked at me, a bit astonished that I had finished so soon.

“I can get things done quite quickly when I’m not interrupted.” I told him flatly and then raised an eyebrow when he didn’t move from his spot, “Are we going home or not?”

“Yeah!” He grinned and jumped from his seat, quickly sliding his hand into mine as we left the classroom.

“I have to drop this off with the teacher first and then we can leave, okay?”

“Okaayyy!” He cheered and nodded enthusiastically. We didn’t get very far towards the teachers’ room before my homeroom teacher popped up down the hall.

“Oh! Hanzawa-kun, did you finish the log already?” She asked, crouching down to met our eye level. She was a nice woman, young for a teacher of sixth grade, but she had a habit of treating me as a much younger child.

“Yes,” I handed it to her and she smiled at me before her eye drifted over to Gonzaburou, who was still holding onto my hand.

“Hmm… Tashiro-kun, right?”

“You know me?” He asked, his eyes slightly sparkling. I squeezed just a bit tighter on his hand in response.

“Of course! Hanzawa-kun talks about you all the time.” She smiled. “But, I shouldn’t keep you. See you tomorrow, Hanzawa-kun.” She waved goodbye and continued down the hall.

“I like your homeroom teacher,” Gonzaburou said once we left the school building. “I hope I have her next year,”

“Right…” Next year I would be starting junior school, which meant I would be away from Gonzaburou’s side for a whole year. Maybe longer if he decided to go to a different school. I knew that was the case but it was just now hitting me that it was so close.

“By the way, Maa-kun, did you have breakfast this morning?”

“What?” I blinked, taken slightly aback by the sudden change in conversation.

“I know you didn’t have anything at lunch, and you said you don’t like having breakfast. How often do you need blood again?”

“Twice a day at least but-”

“Then let’s do our usual!” He then dragged me off the sidewalk to a park where we quickly hid among the trees.

As a pureblood, I had to drink blood from a human in order to survive. And as a pureblood from a very old and powerful house, the list of people who willingly volunteered to be drank from was seemingly endless. Everyone in my family twice a day, in the morning before school and in the evening during dinner, would hide away in their selected rooms and drink. Every Hanzawa had an aphrodisiac bite – now, this bite didn’t fully take effect until we hit puberty but still – so in order to minimize the effects, we weren’t technically allowed to actually bite the person, they were to cause a wound or something that would then bleed and we would drink from that. But every now and then, someone might get carried away and actually bite the person they’re feeding on and no one wants to see that so, we hide away when feeding.

Now, with all that being said, going back to what Gonzaburou had said about me not liking to have breakfast was true. I had been drinking blood directly from a live source since kindergarten and it was never an enjoyable experience. The blood never tasted right… or maybe the more accurate thing to say was it never tasted like anything. It gave me the nutrition I needed, but I just couldn’t stand the taste so I often only drank a few drops and then sent the person I was feeding off on their merry way, telling them I had my fill. The only reason Gonzaburou even knew about that was because he had seen my collapse due to malnutrition once a few years ago. Ever since, he always bugged me about feeding and had more or less become my personal blood bottle. I didn’t agree to it, but his blood did taste better than any other blood I had had. And with his blood plus the blood I would get from my meager feedings, I was able to pass off as that I was okay without my parents or siblings really looking into it.

I sighed once we were deep enough in the thicket of trees that no one could really see what we were doing and frowned at Gonzaburou, “I really don’t want to do this today.”

“Sorry, Maa-kun, no can do. You gotta eat otherwise you’ll collapse again. And it’s not like you can drink from a blood pack or eat regular food to fill in the parts you’re missing like all the other vampires.” He explained as he triple checked that we were alone. He nodded to himself once he confirmed and then turned to me, his arms wide open. “Now come!”

I shook my head, knowing that there was no way I was talking him out of this and walked up to him, tugging his shirt collar down. We had an agreement that if I did this, I would do it in a place that no one was likely to see so I always made sure to bite him in an area that was covered by his shirt. “Wait!” His hand shot out and grabbed my arm before I even had a chance to lean down.

“What?”

“Do you think I should take my shirt off?”

“What??”

“I don’t wanna get blood on it!”

“When have I ever… ugh, it’s fine. Just hold still.” I covered his mouth with one hand and held his shirt collar down with the other and sunk my fangs into the base of his neck. Tashiro gasped, giggled and squirmed as I drank from him and when I finally pulled away after having my fill, I took a good look at him. His face was flushed and his eyes were unfocused.

"Gon-kun?" I gently tapped his cheek and he looked at me, his eyes only focusing slightly as a wide, happy grin spread across his face.

"Maa-kuunn..." He held his arms out towards me, asking for either a hug for me to pick him up.

My heart clenched but I smiled at him and scooped him onto my back, picking up his bag. "Let's go home, Gon-kun."

This reaction wasn't brand new but it was new. My bite was starting to turn into an aphrodisiac and Gonzaburou was clearly starting to be effected by it. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain to him that I couldn't bite him anymore... he would definitely think I was saying I wouldn't drink from him anymore. Actually, I shouldn't even be drinking from at all! He was going to the familiar to my sister or my brother, what was I thinking, drinking from him like this?

"Maa-kun," Gonzaburou sighed contentedly and nuzzled into my back, clearly feeling happy and satisfied.

***

I dropped him off at his house, making up some story about how he got tuckered out playing with his friends to his parents before returning to my own house. The moment I entered the door though, I knew something was wrong.

"I'm back," I called into the house but got no response. By this time, my sister would've been home and my mom would have been cleaning the house (she had no reason to make dinner, after all). My brother would come home shortly after I arrived but when I went to put my shoes away, I noticed that his shoes were already there. "Mom...?" I called again, but still nothing.

Feeling panic rise up in my chest I slowly went deeper into the house, nearly jumping out of my skin when I passed by the door to the formal dining room and saw my whole family sitting there in silence. Both my parents were on one side, my mother cradling our baby brother in her arms while my elder sister and brother sat across from them, their expressions stern but resolute.

"What's... going on...?" I asked as I slowly came into the dining room. My parents both flinched at the sound of my voice while my siblings didn't even glance at me. They continued to stare down our parents in silence.

"Masato, sit. Please." My dad gestured to the seat at the head of the table, between him and my sister. I took another glance at my siblings but they still didn't look at me, even as I climbed into the chair.

Once I was settled, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted.

“Mom?” I looked at her and she gave me a small smile, bouncing the baby gently in her arms.

“It’s okay, Masato.”

A little bit of that panic ebbed at her words and I slightly relaxed. I took another look at my sister and managed to catch her eye this time. She sighed and stood up from the table, smacking her hands on the tabletop as she did so.

“This is pointless. Look, Masato. I’m stepping down as the next head of the family.”

“… What?”

She let out a long breath and pushed her long hair back out of her face, “I don’t want to be the head of the family. Not if means having to marry someone I don’t even know! I want to be able to pick who I end up with in life, even if that means they’re human.”

“What about you?” I looked at my brother. He shrugged.

“I don’t want to take over, I also want to be with whoever I want to be with.”

“Then… what does that mean for me?” I slowly looked over to my parents. They shared a look before my dad reached out and gently grabbed my shoulder.

“It means that you’re going to the next head of the family, Masato.”

“Eh…?” A thousand thoughts went through my mind at once. I was about to go to junior high and they’re telling me I’m going to be the next head of the family? What did that even mean? What did my sister when she was going to be the next head? Did that mean I finally got Gonzaburou all to myself?

“Not much is going to change for you, Masato.” My mom explained when I didn’t respond right away. “You’ll just be taking a few extra lessons in addition to your regular schooling, that’s all.”

“That’s not all.” My sister spoke up and got a glare from my mother in return. “You’ll also have to take on a fiancee.”

“A fiancee?” I repeated. “Who?”

“That doesn’t matter right now-”

“Oh, come on, dear.” My dad shook his head. “We’ve had fiancees picked for all the kids, just in case this happened.”

“What?!” All three of us turned to him in unison.

He walked away and returned with a delicately decorated folder in hand which he then gave to me. “Here,”

I took it and slowly opened it. Inside was a picture of probably the most gorgeous, adorable little girl I had ever seen. She had big eyes and red hair so bright it seemed to be pink. If my parents hadn’t just explained it, I would have thought for sure she was a doll.

My eyes skimmed over the picture and then to the other side, where the name caught my eye. “Niibashi… Juuya ??” That wasn’t a girl’s name.

“Niibashi?” My sister yanked the folder out of my hand. “They have a kid? Whoa! They’re gorgeous!”

“It’s their son-”

“That’s a guy?!” My brother got up to look at the picture.

“Wow. He really looks like a girl.”

“He’s only a year younger than you, Masato! That’s great!”

“Huh?”

“Let’s call them right now!”

“They’re probably eating dinner-”

“It’s fine, you said they knew about this.” My sister dashed away to the phone.

“Wait! There’s an order to these things…!” My dad chased after her and soon after they left, our younger brother started crying in our mother’s arms. She quickly left to deal with him, leaving my brother and I behind.

“So, how are you feeling?” He asked after there was a long silence between us.

“A little… shaken up.” I admitted. “That was a lot of information to take in in a very short amount of time.”

“You’ll be okay, little brother.” He gently knocked my shoulder. “I’ve seen our sister do it, it’s really nothing.”

“But what about this fiancee thing?”

“Does it bother you? Wait, do you have someone else you like?”

My mind flashed towards Gonzaburou but I quickly shook my head, “No. But I don’t even know this person.”

“That’s simple then,” My brother shrugged. “Just get to know them. Unlike with our sister who was paired up with guy in his thirties, this Juuya kid is near your age. He doesn’t go to your school, but that won’t matter because in a few weeks you’ll be in junior high anyway. Just spend that time getting to know him.”

But I don’t want to . I thought. I wanted to spend that small amount of time with Gonzaburou at my side. Not this kid that I didn’t even know. But, ever the good son, I sighed and gave my brother a smile. “You’re right. I think I’ll do just that.”

My sixth year ended and I started junior high, where my lessons as the next head really took off. Due to those lessons and not being in the same school anymore, my time with Gonzaburou became nonexistent. Which wasn’t ideal but it did teach me to drink blood other than his, despite my unwillingness to do so.

Soon enough though, my first year in junior high ended and I was moving onto the second year and with the entrance ceremony came a big surprise. As I took my place on stage for the welcoming address, my eyes immediately spotted two things: Gonzaburou’s wide smile beaming at me from the crowd and the bright red pink hair of Niibashi Juuya.

If you enjoyed that first chapter, you can read the full story here!

#sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #sasaki shuumei #miyano yoshikazu #hanshiro #tashiro gonzaburou #hanzawa masato #vampire au #fanfic #writing

[muu-kun]

@nvrcmplt asked: PChan & Muu!!!

Name: Courtesy of Muu, who wanted to take reference from Pchan's full name of varying consonants and vowels, took to naming their child Scoutasio. Scout for short.

Gender: Having been raised in a household made up of parents who hold little concept of gender as a normative concept, it was no surprise their offspring took on the title of nonbinary as well. And while introduced by Muu personally to the pronoun set xe/xem, they've shown no clear disdain for any other form of acknowledgement as the backhanded nature behind any of them is simply water off the duck's back.

General Appearance: Takes far more after Pchan than Muu in regards to physical appearance, but really what complaints can the human have when his genes must be far more recessive than those of an aliens.

Personality: Temperament wise, Scout is a definite reflect surface to what xirs parents have in common. Jovial curiosity, wonderment enticed by a merit tied to mirth, and an incredible sense of tenacity to counteract any kind of diversity thrown at xem by life itself.

Special Talents: As a lucky advantage in life to be raised by an autistic jack of all trades that was always taking up a new hobby growing up, Scout had access to a wide range of activities from an early age. Unless it was somehow harmful to xirself or others, nothing was off limits on self expression in accordance to Muu personally. Where their own skills to lie, though, is in the way they can star gaze and read an astrological chart like no other. As a parent, Muu always wanted to encourage an open availability to both their backgrounds by making astronomy an open conversation even from an early age. Having one parent from another planet and another who so frequently described the before of life as being made from a glitter from the sun that chose to explore what life on Earth was like worked together to create a child unexpectedly interested in stars and the greater meaning to life they must have kept to themselves.

Who they like better: I think as much as they grew up admiring and feeling inspired by Muu for certain things, the parent xe ultimately favors more is undoubtedly Pchan.

Who they take after more: Interestingly, both but in the most unique of manners. Scout most definitely mirrors a young and self assured Muu as well as an older and wiser Pchan that had to grow back into confident in their sense of self worth. Scout was luckily raised to never feel like masking was a requirement in life, so it is unsurprising either parent comes through when they themselves realizing masking isn't their responsibility either.

Personal Head canon:

Thankfully did not acquire Muu's short genes. Scout goes on to reach a solid height of 178cm, which they are well comfortable with because what sense would there be to mourn or wish for what they'll never know.

Sex was most definitely a topic commonly conversed about within the household. So much so that it acquired Muu a reputation for being controversial amongst other parents, and yet he never stiffled himself to nullify their opinions of him. It was always of importance to him to ensure Scout was educated on the harmfulness of shameful language, as well as of outdated terminology. And when it would eventually come around to being told by his sixteen year old child that they and a classmate copulated, the same age he had been when he engaged in physical intimacy for the first time as well, Muu didn't skip a beat in rounding up the family to a day trip to the botanical gardens after brunch. A much more heartfelt sentiment than the "You better fucking your back" text he sent out to the classmate's parents as a warning to keep their kid in line, or they'd find out what the nonexistent opposing term to orphan felt like.

#nvrcmplt #; ♡ ; queue

[atrocious-causation]

Ugh I wish I could just be possessed so I can know exactly what's wrong with my brain. Having someone who knows what's normal and what's not in there, picking at it would be useful. So I can know myself better and properly manage my possibly multiple mental illnesses and perhaps manage to lead a semblance of a normal life

#i dunno #it's 4:23 am #i can't sleep and have had two glasses of (caffine free) soda #I'd just like to know every nook and cranny of my mind so I can better myself #so i can be a better offspring child and general human being #and its hard to live a fufilling life when youre 14 and barely know yourself as a person #im absolutely positive that as i grow ill get to know myself better and grow into more of a person with more wisdom experience and interests #but id like to know myself better now so i can make better choices for my future #so i can not stumble through life with a blindfold and soundproof headphones on #oblivious to myself and the world around me #the quicker I understand myself the quicker i understand the world and the others in it #but of course we cant always get what we want #and possession is impossible #but hey #i can wish #i suppose ill settle for stumbling through life to the best of my ability along with everyone else #and pray to whatever god that's listening that i do alright #and that i do more good than harm

[themaledicted-if]

rated 17+

A young woman beloved by all things good and ethereal had come to be with a child. Right before she had come to experience the joys of motherhood, she had caught the eye of a mischievous and powerful spirit.

For her amusement, before the babe came into the world pure and fair, she cast a spell over the unborn child; to bear a 'gift'—for every creation of life will corrode and rot just by their touch.

This pitiful accursed child had never known the feeling of warmth of a touch.

Shunned and ostracized by everyone, fear and misplaced contempt were the only greetings they ever received. The villagers called them the monstrosity that lives in the forest, but only if they had cleared the fear that had clouded their hearts and minds that they would see how much the accursed one yearns for the embrace of acceptance.

This untold and unclear story is determined by you; accursed one.

How will you end this tale?

Eight years after the death of your guardian, you've been trying to live your life away from any contact outside the forest due to your deadly 'gift'. Her last advice to you before her untimely death was YOU ARE NEVER TO LEAVE.

Then you were alone.

But until one morning you stumble upon a fatigued pig in front of your garden which drastically disrupts your life.

FEATURES:

A customizable MC: gender, appearance, personality (though semi-set), etc.

Romance five ROs: one male, one female, one nb, and two gender-customizable

Talk to fairies, and spirits of your forest

Find a way to take get rid of your gift

Perhaps learn more about...love

Make your first friend

More features to be added.

CHARACTERS:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

Engela Rosen de Liruele

human/pig | he/him | RO

"Of course, I am better looking than any average-looking milkmaids or stableboys since I am a beauty that knows no bounds!"

A small albino pig that you have found one morning is actually a cursed human male underneath his adorable pudgy form. Inherited a curse that had rooted in his family for generations—he would be stuck in his cursed form forever unless he finds out how to break the enchantment. Are they worth more than the shell of their appearance?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃

Viche Alene

"No way! No way! You can't force me!—Guards help! I am being kidnapped!"

half-breed | they/them | RO

An offspring between a fairy and a human wizard, they often were ridiculed for their peculiar appearance and heritage. Traveling far from home, they seek to find control of their intractable magic to prove those who had mocked them wrong. Maybe you can help them let go of the negativity and insecurity they have built.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Urielle

"I'm great at hunting boars and I am strong too! I can do anything!—except for cooking."

human? | she/her | RO

With no memories of the past, she seeks to find out more of her forgotten history. All she has going is the strength that she sometimes can't control and her humble heart. Is her past that she seeks worth the trouble after all the new wonderful memories she created?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄/𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

Yerin

"I hate what I used to be, I was too scared to even take one step and leave."

human | gender-customizable | RO

An illegitimate child of a poor count family who had fleed just right before they would be forced to promise their eternal vows to their spouse-to-be. Dressed in elaborate wedding garments, they intend to take control of their own life after being repressed for so long. Will you what you are both seeking or have you already found it?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘

Morgan

“Well aren’t you a lovely sight to see—trust me, I’ve been surrounded by brutes this past few months, your image is welcome to my eyes.”

human | gender-customizable | RO

Part-time rugged mercenary and full-time washed-up drunk. When they are not drunk they can be charming and alluring as the devil, they have their ways in crawling into someone’s heart—preferably someone’s pants or skirt. Be careful around them, they can break your heart unless…you break theirs first.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

Minte

"Myuuu!"

plant spirit | gender-customizable

An adorable and protective forest spirit that had descended from a mint plant. Has been there on your side ever since Vie's passing. Though small, their heart is full of courage and will protect the accursed one with all their life.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍

Vie

"You are not a monster, you are my child."

race-selectable | she/her

She had raised and taught you everything that you ever needed to know. She kept many secrets and withheld truths but it was for your own good. She had protected you from the ire of the village, she was someone who was dear to you. But then...she died, and have left you alone to accompany death.

Author's Note:

Hello, my name is Jaune Fleur, but you can just call me Jaune! This is the development blog of my side project: Marchen of the Maledicted that is inspired by European fairytales and other fantasy mahnwas. I'm still shaping this story, I might change things along the way. I’m currently focused on my main project: Detectives of Willborne.

#interactive fiction #IF game #WIP intro