#the statue's main body is only supported by the hand!

[vickysaurus]

I'm sure Bump would get that this is legitimately the greatest honour a school full of teenagers could possibly bestow upon a teacher.

#principal bump #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #also someone's very good with construction magic #the statue's main body is only supported by the hand! #that takes skill

[leighsartworks216]

My Dearest Prince

Astarion x male!Tav/Reader

Got this idea and frantically wrote it down before passing out last night. Another specifically male!Tav/Reader because I wanted it to be idk

Because this is a Royalty au, Astarion is not a vampire. Maybe I'll do another one where he is, one day

Warnings: arranged marriage, marriage proposal, secret relationship, brief smut, light hurt/comfort, idk how royalty works

Word Count: 1,971

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Astarion could barely fight the smirk that dared to cross his face as you, the prince of another kingdom, came to stand before him. Something secretive shone in his eyes, translatable only by you, donned in gleaming royal armor, a polished silver accented by brilliant blue regalia. You fought back a grin as well.

With a hand over your chest, you bowed your head respectfully. Though of the same status, you were visiting his kingdom. Or, rather, the kingdom he would inherit as soon as he was wed.

"Your highness," you greeted, almost a purr. Astarion really couldn't fight his smirk as he offered his hand out to you. You grinned as you supported it from below and guided it to your lips, barely bowing down to meet it. You stared directly into his eyes, lips brushing against his gloved knuckles. Astarion thrilled, imagining your kiss against his bare skin. A whisper, so silent the courtiers and potential suitors would not hear: "My prince."

The moment doesn't last. You pull away, standing up straight, and his hand falls back to his side.

"You are a welcome sight within these walls," Astarion croons, chin raised haughtily. "I trust you will enjoy the night."

You grin. "I most certainly will."

With another low bow of your head, you retreat back into the throng - partygoers not here to celebrate, but to woo the young prince of Baldur's Gate. They batted their eyelashes and winked and purred low, but none of them caught his eye like you.

After years of doing this, you and Astarion had come up with ways to secretly communicate with each other without betraying your manners. 'I trust you will enjoy the night' was not a simple pleasantry, it was a preposition. 'I most certainly will' was an agreement, accepting the offer.

Astarion would have loved nothing more than to run after you as you discreetly slipped out of the ballroom. He would relish in pressing you against a wall and marking you up, claiming you right there where everyone could see you. Kissing and biting and sucking just so until you keened his name loudly, the echo reaching everyone who could not witness the spectacle.

Alas, he was trapped here. At least until such a time it would seem inconspicuous to retire to his chambers. He counted the seconds.

-

Quiet grunts caught his attention. He tossed his book aside in an instant and raced to the balcony. (It was mostly to distract his racing thoughts, though it didn't help much.) He leaned over the bannister with a bright smile.

You, now in relatively simple attire, pulled yourself up the side of the palace with the strong vines that had claimed the wall. His gardeners asked if he wanted them removed, but he just said they added a rather lovely element of nature amongst the polished marvel. Eventually they stopped asking.

In no time at all, you reached the top, hands on the bannister by his, holding yourself up as you smiled with boyish glee. "Good evening, my prince."

Astarion grabbed onto the front of your shirt, nails scraping against fine embroidery. He didn't give a damn about it. "How long I've waited to taste you again," he sighed, tugging you up over the rail. You eagerly followed him, feet barely on solid ground before he was pulling you inside.

You cup his face, hands slotting familiarly against his jaw, eagerly pulling him close until your nose brushed his. He tugged your body to press against his. "You looked so gorgeous in your finery, my love." Your hot breaths fan against his lips, you're so close. "I wasn't sure I could contain myself."

Astarion growled, desperate. "Please, don't hold back any longer."

Your lips crashed together, rushed and passionate. Noses pressed roughly to cheeks, lips and tongues trying to get you ever closer. It was not close enough. You whined against his lips.

As though in a dance, he pulled you with him to the bed. Your hands strayed from his jaw long enough to grab his thighs and lift him onto it, resting him so you could stand between his legs. You didn't stand for long, opting instead to lean on your knee pressed between his legs, pressing up against his crotch. Astarion groaned, rolling his hips against the pressure automatically.

Deft hands undid decorative buttons, slipping beneath the frivolous patterns to touch your skin. His hands were always so cold; you shivered as they ran over your stomach.

Within only a few moments, you were stripped bare before him. Your lips rarely disconnected, pants and longing sounds becoming lost in the other's throat.

He grabbed your hips and in one smooth movement had you laying on his bed as he knelt over you, as you had done to him before. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against your already-hot skin, igniting a fire in its wake. You hurriedly helped him undress.

Fully bare, he crawled with you to the center of the bed, guiding you with a hand that trailed along your side. Your head hit his pillow, and he pulled away breathless, trailing kisses along your jaw.

"Gods, I missed this," he whispered into your skin. "Missed you." He brushed a thumb along your nipple and ground his hips down, your cocks rubbing together and twitching with stimulation.

You dug your nails into his hip, guiding him as he continued. You whined and whimpered with each pass. Your other hand gripped tightly onto his hair. "Show me all the ways you've thought about me, my love," you breathed. "My body and soul are yours."

He groaned against your neck, biting where he knew the mark would not be seen. "I would have you here all night."

"And I shall not regret it come morning."

-

The sun hung low in the sky, slowly rising to wake the city. You and Astarion were already awake, and had been for most the night. His body was draped along yours, head resting on your chest with his arms clinging onto you. You played lazily with his hair, which was such a pretty mess after being tugged on so much.

These nights never lasted long enough. Secret rendezvous that only came a few times a month, if they were lucky. But soon enough, people would notice the prince's ongoing avoidance for picking a partner to rule by his side. They would notice his lingering glances and salacious smiles. It was only a matter of time.

He sighed against your chest as the morning rays crawled up his legs, but his mind was far from the events planned for today. Though, the subject of betrothal did not change. He turned his head to press a delicate kiss over your heart.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?"

Your whole body tensed. You always despised talking about your fiancée. "No." You press your face into his mess of curls. He holds you tighter. "I fear what would happen if I did."

He huffed bitterly. "You fear her disgust, learning that you lay with me."

"No." You pull back, cupping his cheek and guiding him to look at you. Your face is set in a strong frown. "No opinion of you could ever dissuade me; not hers, nor any kingdom's. If she despises the thought, then she will have to content herself with it every day for the rest of our lives."

His sharp eyes, blue with flecks of gold, study your face. The furrow in your brow. The line of your lips. The determination in your eyes. He sees the exact moment your features soften, as a melancholy takes over.

"I fear telling her would draw me further from you," you whisper, like speaking the words too loudly would make them come true. You brush your thumb along his cheek. "Forced to wither away in my own kingdom, never allowed to see your face again or kiss your lips. When we wed, she will have as much power as I, and if she knew of you... I fear she would deny me of you forever."

Astarion says nothing for a while. You can see the distance in his eyes as he formulates schemes, plans to free you from your engagement. Soon enough, he leans up and gently kisses you. He tastes of wine and citrus. You could drink it in forever.

"I could be your concubine," he murmurs against your lips.

You chuckle despite yourself. He smirks into the kiss. Your arms reposition themselves, wrapping around his waist to keep him safe and supported. "I would parade you around the city. You'd sit in my lap during meetings. My generals would have to translate my words as I etch them against your neck." Further solidifying your point, you trail your lips down to his neck, kissing languidly against his pulse.

He hums. "You make it sound so tempting, my love."

The sun shines upon his back now. You can feel the warmth lingering in his skin as you run your fingers along his spine. Your time together is waning. You roll over, taking him with you, until you lay on your sides. You curl around him, face buried in his shoulder, and cling to the minutes you have left. He cradles the back of your neck and wraps his leg over yours, pulling you ever closer.

He brushes his lips against your ear. "I could ask you to marry me."

"I am already betrothed."

"All they want is a wedding and a ruler; they don't care who you marry."

"We would be torn between our kingdoms."

"I know for a fact you have a sister you can pass the throne to." You huff against his shoulder. He grins. "Let her marry your fiancée."

You rub your thumbs into his still-warm back. You want to hold him forever. You don't want to pull away, don your royal colors, disappear back to your kingdom for another month.

You carefully pull your face back to meet his eyes, wishing to look at him and solidify his face further in your memories. He leans forward to rest his forehead against yours.

"I would ask for your hand in a heartbeat," he whispers. He finds one of your hands and leads it to rest over his heart. It beats solidly in his chest. It beats for you. "And you would never be caged. You could travel as far as you wish, as long as you promised to come back. Every soul in both our kingdoms would know how utterly, irrevocably in love with you I am. Not a night would go by that you are not loved, wishing for a better life with someone else. You-"

You cut him off with a kiss. It is soft and passionate all at once. The sun casts her rays over your faces. Your cheeks are warmed with her gentle caress, as are your beloved's. Even when you pull away to speak, your eyes remain closed, taking in every other sensation of him - his scent, his taste, the sounds of his breaths, the plush of his flesh beneath your fingertips.

“Being with you is all I could ever wish for.” You chastely kiss him again, as though to remind yourself he is still there in your arms and open to all the affection you can lavish on him. “When I return to my kingdom, I will give up my throne and terminate my engagement. I would give up the stars in the sky to be with you, my one.”

He cups your face, running a thumb under you eye to coax you to look at him. Both of your eyes are glossy. For far too long, you have hidden your love away. “My dearest prince,” he breathes, “will you marry me?”

“Yes. Gods, yes.”

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[prezaki]

Bucchigiri?! and 'being Honki' - a Show about Identity and Human Connection

With Hiroko Utsumi's newest work as a director now completed, I want to take a moment to discuss the thematic through-lines of Bucchigiri?! and explain why I think that the story was very coherent even if it first seemed erratic.

At the heart of the series is the concept of the Honki Person(TM) - and that's where the confusion starts. Leaving the word 'Honki' in Japanese for the subs suggests a lore-heavy emphasis on some kind of supernatural mechanic in-story. It caused many viewers expected a well-defined shounen-typical power system - but that isn't what Honki is nor what it was ever meant to be.

"Honki" is the Japanese word 本気, which means Seriousness, Earnestness (or doing something 'in earnest, for real' if used as an adverb). 'Honki People' literally just means 'Earnest People'

And thus "Honki" is doing double duty as a red herring Lore Concept and a regular word - an intentional ambiguity that is inevitably lost by translation.

In the show, the characters do initially think of the 'Honki Person' as a literal thing to become (a supernaturally powerful master martial artist) rather than as a state of being in which one is earnest - but the thing is that the narrative proves them wrong.

But before we get to that, we need to dig a little bit deeper into what a Honki Person is thought to be in-universe:

"Historically", those thought of as Honki were fighters who participated in conflicts 300 years ago - a bit after the end of the Sengoku Period, the continuously warring states that had defined Japan for two centuries. With the advent of the rigidly structured Edo Period, honorable fighters with no clear systemic alliance were no longer needed and the aspiring Honki People(TM) were mercilessly gunned down. This feels out of left field for an anime like Bucchigiri?! to focus on, so I propose a second more allegorical layer to impose over the literal pseudo-historical read.

Even beyond the historical fact that gun imports changed warfare, the usage of guns here is deliberate to represent something. Guns are associated with authorities, and contrasted against the Honki People(TM) shunning weapons and fighting only with their own bodies.

To be Honki(TM) means to be true to yourself and secure in your own identity - this is something that is a hindrance to a social system that relies on rules and groupthink to sustain itself. Supporting this assumption, the theme of 'death' by weapon/authority is mirrored in the show several times:

On the one hand, we have the NG Boys, a gang set apart from the other gangs in the story by their even more rigid hierarchical structure and their willingness to use weaponry. They all follow one leader, have one uniform look, and appear basically brainwashed into blind obedience.

The association of weapons=structure and authority is made pretty clearly through that alone, but is also enhanced by all the members of the NG Boys living under constant threat of being fed to the real authorities of society: the police. Fear keeps everyone in line.

And further, the idea of society as an oppressive force (especially to the lower class) is put into direct focus through Mitsukuni and Matakara. Poverty is brought up briefly before through Senya (our main Honki Person(TM) was a nameless orphan after all) and brought back with the Asamine brothers:

Mitsukuni wishes to escape his social status in order to offer a better life to his brother - and he's forcibly held down by the oppressive system around him.

The cop that causes Mitsukuni to go to jail is equivalent to the guns that shot Senya and Ichiya.

(Utsumi has explored this underlying socially critical current before. Not for nothing, her previous series SK8 opens with the memorable bridge of the title song reading: "before society can kill us".)

But Bucchigiri?! isn't about overthrowing the system. It's about the individual. Understanding the context about authority just helps setting the real theme into focus.

And that theme is to hold on steadfast to who you are and allow yourself to connect with others, even in various kinds of adversity.

After this long, long preamble, let's get to the actual main characters!!

Matakara and Arajin are people who are ruled by fear and who spend 11 episodes running from others and themselves in two very different ways.

Arajin is pretty hated as a protagonist, which amuses me a little, because nobody hates Arajin more than Arajin hates Arajin.

His past cowardice in failing to protect Matakara has clearly shown him that he is a pathetic person and he's spent his whole life since then trying to avoid being reminded of this. He avoids Matakara, the strongest reminder of his failure, but further than that he avoids connection with anybody that he could see as a peer.

Arajin is solely focused on finding love and romance because he feels inherently inferior to every person he would be invited to contrast himself against. He avoids other guys because he hates himself. He shuns connection and pursues only people (girls) he views as different enough to not invite any comparison.

Matakara meanwhile has major abandonment issues - he's lost his parents, Arajin, and his brother. Everyone important to him keeps vanishing from his life and in order to keep himself from feeling powerless about this he decides to blame himself.

If it's his own fault that people leave him (because he's weak) then there is something in his power that he can do in order to avoid being hurt again (becoming stronger). In order to maintain this state of motivational self-hatred, he puts others on a pedestal.

Matakara needs Arajin to be strong, powerful, honest and admirable... because that is the image he holds himself up by. In Mitsukuni and Arajin, Matakara creates god-like icons to chase after. And by doing so, he also shuns genuine connection.

Being confronted with Arajin as a flawed person gives Matakara a breakdown because it makes it harder to run from his own loneliness by focusing on chasing after Arajin.

Arajin is always running, but Matakara is always chasing... because he can't stand to look behind and face his monster.

In a lot of ways, Arajin and Matakara can't connect because they care about each other. Arajin can't stand what he allowed to happen to Matakara because he cared about Matakara. Matakara clings to Arajin because he loves him.

This theme of love hindering connection is again mirrored in two other characters - Senya and Ichiya, of course.

Ichiya, unwilling to confront his own terminal illness head-on, wishes to avoid it by goading Senya into killing him. By doing this, he can run from his own weakness and put Senya on a pedestal instead.

Meanwhile Senya is attached to their connection as-is and wishes to maintain this master-disciple dynamic forever - going so far as to deny his own strength in order to avoid acknowledging their changing dynamic.

Both of them are denying something about themselves.

It is their self-denial that makes their communication and thus connection break down.

Ichiya can't make Senya go Honki(TM) (which should have definitely been translated as an adverb here, e.g. 'failing to make him get serious') because he is also not HONEST with him or himself.

In the finale, Senya finally admits his motivations (his illness, his perceived weakness) and he is rewarded with the honest fight he'd been craving. They both stopped running.

This theme becomes even clearer through the two leads, of course, but even earlier than that it exists in Mahoro.

Mahoro's scene in episode 6 is the thematic linchpin that carried the whole show on its shoulders. Through Mahoro, everyone in the cast gets their first glimpse at true unrelenting Honki(tm) - and it is something totally unrelated to fighting prowess.

Mahoro is physically powerless against Akutaro, but she won't run. She has a heart that won't run away, the key quality of the Honki Person(TM), because she has an unshakable sense of self-identity.

It would be easy to dismiss her cutesy design as a contrivance to give Arajin a conventional-looking love interest despite going to Delinquent Academy - but it also says something about HER. Mahoro marches to the beat of her own drum. She does not care that she does not fit in, she does not mind being alone - she'll stick right to her own aesthetic and priorities.

So it's easy for her to call out Akutaro - and in doing so, call out the whole cast along with him:

You're empty. You are nothing but a shell, shaped by how you relate to those around you. You have nothing to offer.

And how are you supposed to connect with anybody, when you don't even know who you are?

(Notably, Mahoro is also a character who refuses to compromise on her self even for love - she knows she does not appeal to Marito, but she's not changing herself to be more his type. Her Honki does not budge, even for him.)

And lest you think I am exaggerating by connecting the theme of identity and emptiness back to all of the cast instead of just Akutaro: it does come back with Matakara.

Matakara can't believe anybody would know him and care for him, because he doesn't know himself.

For Matakara, facing himself means acknowledging his fear of abandonment rather than externalizing it as a hallucination of a literal monster.

But facing yourself doesn't just mean facing your demons, it also means facing your own positive qualities. And that is Arajin's story.

Even as Arajin turned into a scummy, evasive and selfish guy, there is a part of him that has a throughline to who he always was. He's someone who can get invested in others with reckless abandon.

Whether as a child with Matakara, or in the present with Mahoro... Arajin wants to connect.

Bucchigiri?! is a show full of innuendo and sexual gags. Merging with a genie gets equated to sex, fighting gets equated to sex... and of course this is for laughs, but it's also thematic.

Because all these things are about connection. About facing someone else with your whole self.

On a literal level, yes, Arajin absolutely wants to get laid. This is his sincere desire, and good for him.

But at the same time, his battle cry of 'I want to lose my virginity!' is him crying out for a real connection, even at a time when he shunned the idea thereof.

In the end, being a Honki Person(TM) has nothing to do with fighting. Fighting is the way a lot of the rough and tumble guys on the show like to connect, but it is not the only way to do so and not the only way to be Honki(TM).

Arajin never learns to love brawling - he did it out of circumstance and necessity, but it's not his hobby. He does not need to discover some hidden love of fighting, because this show fundamentally isn't about how 'fighting is inherently good' or anything.

It's a show about how even when you hate yourself and think you're as low as it can get, acknowledging your own self in full is the first step to finding a real bond with somebody else.

It just also happens to feature a bunch of delinquents who love to punch a lot.

#bucchigiri #bucchigiri?! #arajin tomoshibi #matakara asamine #mahoro jin #ported from my twitter thread bc i am proud of this

[the-burd-lord]

We interrupt this break and fnaf posting to bring you Hazbin redesigns/rewrites!

Disclaimer: Do not support the show or Viz in any way. I normally don’t recommend this, but if you want to watch it “do what you want cause a pirate is free!” I am simply making these redesign/rewrites for fun and cause this show has made me kinda mad. It’s also so easily addictive to redesign/rewrite em.

His colors aren’t that bad in the original design. It’s about 5 colors that all pop from the main pallet of hell and main cast. Although they are oversaturated to the point where your eye is mainly drawn to his wings, especially in a full body shot. So I toned down the colors and made the feathers on his head that same blue to make it stand out. Also changed his halo to a nimbus to accentuate his heavily status, and to make sure the eye goes to the face first.

I added more bird motifs into his design to make him more visually distinct from the traditional demon designs from hell. So he will not only stand out due to the bright yellows and blues in the design, but also in silhouette.

I don’t really understand the point of making him look like a demon. I get that it may be irony? Although, the audience is gonna immediately know that “hey maybe this guy isn’t as angelic as we thought” especially if you show it through actions and use of language. And I don’t mean having him cuss every five seconds. Making him look less demonic also adds to a bit of “temporary deception.”

Made the rock influences stand out more in the design. On the one hand there’s giving him a full on leather jacket, or giving him 80’s or 90’s punk/hair band outfits. On the other, there’s giving him a leather jacket, wrist spike bracelets, and 80’s hair over his more traditional robes just to show that dissonance. Cause heaven probably wouldn’t like rock in the cliched way, and it’d be funny to show it.

Might just end up giving him two designs.

Bird wants to listen to AC/DC but god says no.

Then there’s how I would change his character. There wasn’t really a strong enough impression of a character in the show, although to be fair they were juggling way too many ideas and characters and kinda ended up fumbling all of them but I digress.

Here’s a rough idea of how I would change his character- heaven’s idolization and disdain of him leads him to devolve into toxic masculinity. Because of this, he ruins every relationship has and leads to him seeing his own interests as having little value. Despite this he’s just a band nerd deep down.

Essentially just listen to Colossus by Idles, and you’ll get the idea.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin redesign #hazbin rewrite #hazbin adam #sketch #digital sketch #character redesign

[aviyinglet]

Pixel Yinglets v0.95 for VRChat! Now available!

Hiya, folks! I've been hard at work the last few weeks making my own yinglet base for VRChat from scratch. Details after the jump!

You can buy it if you like, BUT bear these things in mind first!

1. My yinglets' arms are close to the limb proportions you find in the yinglets of Out-of-Placers, meaning forearms are 2x as long as biceps; it was very important to me that I not compromise on this. For rigging this uncommon setup on PC, controller position is mapped to a point halfway down the forearm instead of on the model's hand, and because of that the model's hands are further out than your own. However, there's a tradeoff: grabbed items snap to the forearm controller position instead of to the hand, and hands/fingers do not move on Quest (this is why I do not recommend Quest-only users buy it for themselves). I have not found a way around this that keeps the proportions and improved elbow IK intact, but I've personally used this solution on my main model for over a year and have grown used to it. A public try-out base will be made available in the next few weeks so you can make a more informed decision; if you're on the fence, my advice is to wait until then rather than risk disappointment.

2. I haven't tried this with full-body tracking, so I wouldn't be surprised if this broke under those circumstances, but I aim to use the revenues from this to get a set of trackers and tweak the rig in this into something that works. This is going to be my main avatar as I continue to use VRChat on a weekly basis, any improvements I make to my own base will roll into the paid version.

3. This is my first paid base, and so some things are rough around the edges. I've made it entirely from scratch with free software (aside from a little bit of time in Aseprite), point-to-point modeling in Blender and painting in Krita; I bring all this up to say, if you'd like to support me beyond purchasing the base, five-starring it afterward and sharing this around to any interested parties would mean a lot. -v-

The yinglet species was created and developed in detail by Valsalia; it's fair to say at this point I owe a lot to the concept. Thanks, everyone. <3

I think that's it for now! I want to add a bunch of stuff to it, and enable all sorts of yinglet bases in VR (among other species), but for now, I'm breaking for a week, after which I'll polish what's here beyond "shippable" status before adding new features. With that out of the way, here's the purchase link:

#avi 3d #furry #yinglet #my art #blender #unity #vrchat #krita #avi art #furry art #vrchat avatar

[mxtxfanatic]

Absolutely wild to read through mdzs and tally the sheer amount of lies the cultuvation world tell about and around Wei Wuxian that eventually get debunked:

Wwx purposely and maliciously ordered Wen Ning to kill Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan. Jin Zixuan died for siding with his cousin in an ambush his cousin created to kill wwx, an invited Jin guest. Jiang Yanli died protecting wwx from a cultivator stabbing him in the back, after Wen Ning was supposedly already destroyed.

Wwx attacked the Nightless City banquet for no reason, killing between 3,000-5,000 cultivators. The major clans and many smaller clans were gathered at Nightless City specifically to go back on their word to the Wen siblings to leave the Burial Mounds settlement, and to pledge to kill wwx. There weren’t even 3,000 present at the whole pledge, and wwx didn’t kill nearly all of them since a good portion of them show up to the second siege 13 years later.

Wwx ordered Wen Ning to attack the cultivators at Koi Tower, and his and Wen Qing’s surrender was a ruse to allow them close access to the clans to do so. Wwx was immobilized for three days, and otherwise does not control Wen Ning like a toy. Edit: the Jin purposely agitated Wen Ning to violence, then ensured that a majority of the cultivators in the room killed were from other clans to secure their support of the pledge conference.

Wwx had a great life at Lotus Pier, treated like he was part of the Jiang main family, only to betray them in the end. Wwx was whipped so gratuitously that he had scars as a child despite having a high-level golden core. Nobody bothered to tell him about his parents, despite Jiang Fengmian supposedly being close to at least his father before Wei Changze left the service of the clan. He was given no tablets to honor them in death, no keepsakes. Still, wwx fulfilled both of the Jiang rulers’ final wish/order to protect their son (above his own life), and wwx’s connections are why either were able to get a proper burial (unlike wwx’s own parents).

Wwx was committing evil acts and took on the Wen remnants as followers/test subjects for his dark arts. All demonic cultivators can be linked to his followers. Wwx rescued the Wen Remnants from labor camps set up, again, against the word of the cultivation world, and lived secluded in the Burial Mounds and Yiling until basically his death. The only “demonic cultivators” we see are Jin disciples who are given wwx’s notes after his death to study in an attempt to recreate his methods and secure the Jin’s power over the other great sects. Nobody cares that the Jin are doing this, even as they use other clans as test subjects.

Wwx created Wen Ning to be a weapon. Wwx resurrected Wen Ning on the request of his sister after the labor camp guards murdered him. The Jin, after lying about his destruction, try to turn him into a weapon and fail.

Wwx was killed by Jiang Cheng in a fitting moment of justice for the crimes committed against the Jiang. While Jiang Cheng’s part in the first siege was integral, he did not kill wwx. The Jiang have committed more crimes against wwx than anyone, and owe their entire continued existence to wwx.

Wwx turned to demonic cultivation because he was greedy for power. Wwx created the ghost path as his only means of surviving the Burial Mounds without a golden core. He sought no power and blatantly called out those who did (the Jin), only to be ignored because of his status. In turn, he defects from his sect and exiles himself to the Burial Mounds (with the Wen remnants), to which the sects continue to pursue him in a bid to kill the “servant” who won’t bow to them and to steal his power for themselves.

Wwx’s cultivation corrupts people, both in mentality and their health, which is why he became evil. Wwx’s cultivation path is shown to do no such thing, and nobody has precedence for saying this, as wwx’s cultivation is entirely new. On the other hand, the Nie saber technique is known to corrupt body and mind of the Nie who practice is, resulting in horrifyingly violent deaths by qi deviation, and yet no one shows care or concern about that being a problem for the whole cultivation world to have to deal with.

Wwx was ugly. Do I need to debunk this? 😭

And some ones tangentially related to him, but having to do more with the cultivation world lying to make themselves seem better than they were:

The first Burial Mounds siege was a deadly undertaking, but ultimately worth it to stop the Yiling Patriarch’s reign of terror. The siege was hundreds of trained cultivators against around 50 sickly people and a child with no tools to fight back. The only person who could fight back did not. It was the very definition of a massacre.

The participants of the first siege burned all the corpses on the Burial Mounds to release their resentment. The participants of the first siege threw the Wen remnants’ corpses into the blood pool to desecrate them, thereby imbibing them with even more resentment.

Disciples (or anyone connected to her) of Baoshan Sanren who leave her mountain are destined to meet bad ends as they are corrupted by the world. The cultivation world allows righteous people to die and their reputations to be tarnished in order to maintain their facade of “righteousness” while leaning into corruption and constant power grabs. It is often directly the fault of the cultivation world that these individuals are killed in the first place.

#mdzs #the way all those juniors grew up on straight up lies for 13 years #just for them to all be debunked in like a month #terrible #I wouldn’t be able to look my guardians in the face

[jpitha]

Blockade Runner Part 3

Part one is over here Part two is over here

"Dead???" Tingmell thought he misheard. He couldn't be dead. There was much too much to do!

"Oh yes, very." The eldest K'laxi flicked his tail, a nod. "Though" he continued. "Not for very long. Once the human ship leaves the wormhole and enters space again you'll go back to your body and 'be alive' again. Whole thing is a mess really." He scoffed. "And the humans think this is normal!." He laughed.

***** Tingmell came to in his support frame, belted to the seat in the command room of Dawnbreaker. He glared at Captain Bennigan who was watching him carefully. The Captain locked eyes with Tingmell, nodded with a small grunt and said "We'll talk about it later." He turned forward. "Status!" he barked to the room.

"We've exited the wormhole in atmosphere of K'lax!" the human behind Tingmell who shouted the update sounded like he was trying not to panic.

Dawnbreaker spoke right after. "Captain Bennigan, we have exited the wormhole much closer to the K'laxi homeworld than anticipated. We appeared in the atmosphere at a hight of 200 kilometers from the surface and are spinning towards the surface."

When Tingmell heard Dawnbreaker's report, he was confused. When he saw Captain Bennigan's surprise he was terrified. Bennigan regained control over his features immediately and started barking orders. "War emergency power to the engines! We need to boost into a safe orbit! Fire the juke-charges to arrest our spin and orient us towards orbit"

Even Dawnbreaker sounded worried. "Aye Captain, firing juke-charges. All-hands prepare for shock."

In space, there is no real way to change your direction quickly. Early human ships experimented with huge, heavy, fast spinning gyroscopes so that they could spin around quickly, but this only changed their orientation, not their direction of travel. Later, it was decided that since everyone was chained to the same laws of physics, space battles weren't going to be like air battles. Instead, the humans concentrated on thick armor to withstand attack. In the case of a missile attack, human ships could launch small shaped charges to cause the ship to slide or 'juke' out of the way of the incoming missile without changing their direction of flight. In atmosphere, tumbling towards the surface with no control surfaces, Dawnbreaker was using the juke charges to arrest the ships spin, and orient it back towards space.

Tingmell didn't know this. What he did know was suddenly there was a cacophony of double booms as the charges were launched and almost immediately detonated, the force of the explosion pushing against the ship, causing it to move. The noise was incredible. Tingmell could only describe it like being in a hailstorm inside a metal box. Mercifully, it only lasted a few seconds.

After the spin was stopped and the noise pointed back to space, Dawnbreaker's main drive fired. At war emergency power, everyone onboard was subjected to punishing gee forces to boost the ship back into space. Tingmell thought that his bones were going to snap from the weight, but Dawnbreaker knew the limits of his passengers and kept the thrust right at the edge of what he could take.

After a few minutes, the thrust eased and Dawnbreaker spoke. "Attention. We have entered a safe - though low - orbit around the K'laxi homeworld. I apologize for any discomfort you may have experienced. I report no Xenni presence. In the name of preservation of my systems, I request War Emergency Power be suspended."

Captain Bennigan spoke. "I concur. Suspend War Emergency Power, set systems to standard power." the howl of this ship quieted to the low thrum Tingmell was more familiar with. Captain Bennigan sighed heavily and looked at Tingmell. "Well, we made it. How was your first trip through a wormhole?"

Now that the emergency was over, Tingmell could afford to be angry. "Captain Bennigan, it was fine except for the part where I died."

The captain looked at Tingmell with a soft, weary expression. "It happens to me too and I hate it every time. It may be a small consolation, but our philosophers keep arguing about whether it's actually death or just a hallucination as a side effect of cutting a hole through spacetime."

"That doesn't help."

"Yeah. Didn't help me first time I heard it too."

#humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are dead #sci fi writing #humans are space australians #writing

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 15

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Liam, who had run away from Kate, recalled an encounter they had one night.

== Flashback Start ==

Liam: Oh? You were at the theatre…

Hooded Man: “Long time no see.”

Liam: … Uh.

The man hugged Liam and whispered into his ear, at a volume Kate couldn't hear.

Hooded Man: … I’m living in a church next to the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster.

Hooded Man: Make sure you come meet me, or everything dear to you will be destroyed.

== Flashback End ==

Those words disturbed his heart even more.

Liam: … I have to go meet him. I can’t cause Kate, Crown, and everyone at The Scala more hurt…

Dragging his body soaked in blood, he made his way to the church in the dark night.

He pushed open the door to the church with his cold hands, and—

Hooded Man: You’re late. I knew you were a naughty boy… “my son, Liam”.

— Standing there was the head of the Evans family, Max, who was supposed to have died in the fire. Liam’s father.

Liam’s facial expression instantly grew tense.

Liam: You’re still alive… no way.

Liam: … You died in the fire I started when I was 9 years old.

Liam: It’s been more than a decade.

It would’ve been more convincing if someone told him that he was talking to a ghost, but the man’s rose coloured eyes that resembled his own made it clear that he was real.

Max: Yeah, you’re right. I was indeed “burned to death” back then.

Liam: …?

Max, dressed in his hood and holding a cane, began revealing a long-time unsolved mystery.

That day, Max somehow managed to crawl out of the fire.

— The people who saw him lying in the yard with burns covering his entire body all thought “he’s definitely dead”.

And so, Max was transported to the burial site with his life hanging by a thread.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, a vagrant found him by chance and took him away.

From then on, Max spent his days being taken care of by the people in that poor town while he fought for his life.

It took him two years to wake up, two years to regain his ability to speak, and three years to get up on his own…

Max: I spent several hellish months and years getting back on my feet.

Max: I felt so moved when I could finally look at the blue sky while walking on my own.

Max: However, the sight of my reflection in a puddle of water shocked me.

Max pulled his hood off to reveal his face that had been burned raw and was covered in taut skin.

Liam: … *gasp*

Max: I lost my fortune, my honour, my status… I’ve become nothing more than an unsightly ghost who was killed by one of the people around me.

Max: With my legs that could barely walk, I searched for you, the only survivor in the Evans family.

Max: But you, who inherited all my assets, gave away all your property and possessions, and were nowhere to be found.

Max: After years of searching for you without a single clue… I finally found you on a poster I saw at the corner of a street!

Max: My son grew up to become a beautiful stage actor, standing in the spotlight and receiving rounds of applause.

== Flashback Start ==

Liam: Thank you all for coming to our play tonight!

== Flashback End ==

Max: You’re shining as bright as a star in the sky, and yet I’ve become such a hideous being.

Max: … Haah. Truly… miserable.

Liam: You’re not hideous—

Max: What are you saying when you couldn't recognise your own father until you heard my voice…?

Liam: …!

Liams … T-That’s…

Max: Listen, Liam. You are the reason why I’ve gone mad. Because of you…

Max thrusted the cane in his hand at Liam’s chest where his heart was.

Liam: … Guh.

Max: I lived as this unsightly thing just so that I can get rid of you from this world, you sinner.

Liam: … Sinner?

Max: Yes, you are sinful and evil.

Max: … Liam. Being born is your sin, your existence itself is the personification of evil.

Liam: … *gulp*

Liam: My existence is… evil…?

Max: Now, Liam. You’re too lovely and charming for me to kill you with my own hands.

Liam bit his lips when Max exerted more pressure on the cane that was held against his chest.

Max: I want you to kill yourself.

Liam: You want me to… kill myself?

Max: Yes. Pay for your sin of being born into this world, by taking your own life.

Max: A suitable atonement for you, right…?

Liam: If…

Liam: If I refuse, you’ll destroy… everything dear to me…?

Max: Of course. The actors at The Scala, and… that lovely lady who was next to you the other day.

Max didn’t mention the name “Crown” — meaning he was still unaware of its existence.

Max, who had burn scars all over his body and could only walk with the assistance of a cane, was not a threat.

As if he could see that Liam had hesitated for a moment, Max’s mouth curled into a crooked smile.

Max: “Golden Butterfly” — ever heard of it?

The words “Golden Butterfly” reminded Liam of something William told him before.

== Flashback Start ==

William: “Golden Butterfly” is a code name for an organisation. It was once broken up, but…

William: There have been signs that they’ll start moving again soon. I’ve been chasing after them.

== Flashback End ==

Max: An organisation called “Golden Butterfly” is backing me up. So if you go against me… you know what I mean, right?

He was certain that Crown would take action if he told them what was going on.

However—

Liam: … Will it make you happy if I die?

Max: Yes, everything will come back to me if you die.

Max: The money, power… everything.

Liam: … I wonder if Jacob will forgive me for this.

Liam reached for the dagger hanging at his waist, but—

He suddenly stopped.

== Flashback Start ==

Kate: The stars are beautiful tonight, so tomorrow's weather will definitely be clear… I’m looking forward to spending time with you tomorrow.

== Flashback End ==

In his mind, he heard the voices of Kate, the actors at The Scala, and the members of Crown.

Liam: … I’ll do it. But you have to wait till tomorrow.

Max: Fine. But you only have until tomorrow night 24:00, be at the bell tower by then.

Liam: … Okay.

Max: London bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down…♪

Max: — “See you tomorrow”. My lovely Liam.

…

The next day, Liam went to The Scala alone without letting Kate know.

— 14 hours before the time limit.

Liam: Hey, Tom. Can I have a quick chat with you about something?

Tom: Liam! It’s rare to have you approach me alone. So, what is it?

Liam: Remember you told me the other day that I received some offers from overseas?

Tom: YES! Leaving The Scala and becoming a world-famous stage actor isn't just a dream anymore!

Liam: I’ve gotten kind of interested in seeing the outside world, so I was thinking of going abroad to study for a while.

Tom: Study abroad? When?

Liam: I want to do it as soon as possible.

Tom: This is so sudden…

Tom: I’m coming with you! I’m worried about letting you go on your own, so—

Liam: Ahaha you’re exaggerating. I’m only going to have a look, I’ll be back soon.

Tom: Really?

Liam: Mm-hmm, yes.

Tom: Hmm, if you say so. I don't have the right to stop you.

Tom: But make sure you come back in time for the screenplay of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. You’re the main character.

Liam gave a faint smile and walked towards the doorway.

Liam: … Hey, Tom.

Tom: Hm?

Liam: Thank you for everything. Your work has saved many people. I hope you remember that.

After saying that, Liam disappeared like a star at sunrise.

Tom sensed that something wasn't right and frowned.

Tom: … Liam?

…

Ever since Liam vanished that night, I never saw him again.

I paid Roger a visit to tell him about Liam’s episode and how it happened.

Roger: … I see. You tried to stop him, but it was to no avail.

The feeling of helplessness because I couldn't stop him didn't disappear even after an entire night.

Memories of the smell of fresh blood had already faded away.

Kate: … Has anything like this happened before?

Roger: Quite a few times. But it doesn’t happen often, because Liam tries to keep it under control.

Kate: I see…

Liam has made several “mistakes” in the past due to his episodes.

All the hurt Liam has caused others and the lives he’s taken left a permanent shadow in his heart.

— He must hate himself so much.

The incident from that night confirmed that vague premonition.

(The reason why I came to see Roger was because I wanted to know if there was a way I could help Liam control his episodes.)

I wondered how much information about Liam’s personal life I should reveal—

Roger: Young lady. Do you happen to know something more?

Kate: Uhm.

Roger: It’s written all over your face. You can go ahead and talk about it, no good in keeping it all to yourself.

Roger: And—

Kate: “And it’s for Liam’s own good”... right?

Roger: Yeah, that's right.

Urged by Roger’s egoistic smile, I hauled in my strings of memories.

Kate: This is what Liam told me. He said that it always rains in his heart before he has an episode.

== Flashback Start ==

Liam: … It always rains in my heart right before I have an episode.

Kate: Rain?

Liam: It starts raining without any forewarning, neither can I voluntarily stop it.

Liam: And when that happens… I also hear a voice coming from somewhere.

Liam: I always end up listening to everything that voice says. By the time I snap back to my senses, I’ve already done something horribly wrong.

== Flashback End ==

Roger: Rain in his heart…

Kate: And then this happened. His curse is not the cause of his episodes…

Kate: I was thinking… what if there is a problem with Liam himself that’s causing him to have episodes?

Roger: …

Roger: Then it would be all “his fault”, instead of the curse’s…?

Kate: … Yeah.

Roger: I have yet to find out the cause. I don’t want to upset you or Liam with my uncertainty.

Roger: However, young lady.

Kate: …?

Roger: Don’t let yourself get too bothered by Liam’s issues. You’ll end up getting burnt out and the both of you will crumble.

Roger: … Especially if you intend to stay by his side.

I felt like I knew the reason for Roger’s dismissive attitude.

Kate: … Alright. Thank you, Roger.

…

When I left the dimly lit laboratory, the sky had started to turn crimson.

(... I want to see Liam. I just want to see his face.)

I couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling lonely, wherever he was.

Right when I was thinking of looking for Liam… I caught a waft of a familiar sweet vanilla smell.

I turned around and—

Liam: Ah, I was surprised by you suddenly turning around.

Kate: … Liam.

Kate: What have you been up to all day? … I was getting worried about you.

Liam: I’m sorry for disappearing. Perhaps I was panicking because it was my first episode in a while.

Liam: I must've said a lot of nasty things to you because I lost control.

Liam: I’m really, truly sorry!

We looked like a pair of friends making up after having a small squabble, and it made me feel at ease somehow.

Kate: … Fufu, look up, Liam. It’s alright. You’re back now, and that's all that matters.

Liam: … Yeah. Thanks, Kate.

Liam: — Anyway, this isn't for the sake of apologising, but…

Liam: Do you want to go on a date with me right now?

Liam’s carefree and cheerful smile looked no different from the one he wore when we first met.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

you mentioned you have ambassador snakes in training. how do you know when an ambassador is ready?

also i love MBKs, tell us more about ed 👀

Good question! I have three main criteria for graduating a snake to full ambassador status.

Is the snake full-grown? I have a few ambassadors I started training as adults, but for most of them, I pick them as hatchlings and training lasts until they're adults. Juveniles can be too unpredictable, so even if a snake is like an ambassador prodigy, they don't graduate until they're an adult.

Has the snake mastered its training? For most ambassador snakes, that's just target-training and getting comfortable with how I hold them during programs. All my ambassadors are trained to move into their bins and from one side of their enclosure to the other when they get a visual signal (we use a circle of bright yellow paper). The program hold isn't uncomfortable, it's just a special way I hold snakes with my hand supporting their head so that if something scary happens that makes a snake bite - like a kid hitting a snake - they'll bite me instead of anyone else. Just takes some getting used to.

Do I completely trust the snake? Before I use a snake in programs, I have to be 100% confident they won't bite. I should be able to touch all over their faces, bump their heads into my body, restrain them gently, and so on without them becoming uncomfortable or getting bitey. They should be able to do this with other people, too - before graduating a snake, I always have a little graduation party where my friends come over and I basically just have them touch my snake's head a bunch.

And yes, Mexican black kingsnakes are awesome! I'm honestly shocked Ed's the only one I have. Like I said, he's an ambassador in training, and he's very much the stereotypical MBK. He's an active, extraverted, confident snake, and he'll make a perfect ambassador one day! My favorite thing about Ed is his wiggles, he's a super funny guy and he loves to climb up just about everything in his enclosure even though he's one of the clumsiest kingsnakes I've ever met. He's very smart and is tackling training with no problems, the only thing he really has left to do is grow a bit, he's still about a year short of graduation.

#not a rating #ambassador snakes

[hanatagami]

My Unlucky Charm (Izumi Yuu x GN! Reader)

god i downloaded so many izumi gifs trying to pick one, i love him sm

i have a bad habit of falling in love with the males of romantic animes, but the problem is everyone loves the main couple together they don’t write fanfics for them and it pains me

please tell me you want more cause I want mORE

if you think of something cute for him please tell me

and i may do smth like this for Tadano from Komi-san so...if you want that lmk pwejfpwoe

it’s been like this since you were born

your good luck was an enigma to you, your parents, and god

anything that could go well for you, goes well

your lucky your parents raised you well cause boy that luck could’ve gone to your head quickly

lotteries, games of chance, pop quizzes (somehow), were always in your favor

now normally thats great and all, but it does get very...lonely

in middle school you had definitely come to the realization your ‘friends’ saw you less as a ‘friend’ and more of a ‘good luck charm’

if it was a mix of both, maybe it would of been fine

but after a certain situation and some reflection on your part, you have come to understand they weren’t really interested in you

they didn’t remember anything about you, even the simplest of things

it was very disheartening, but a very important realization

you just didn’t have it in you to stay friends with people who only saw you as some walking white cat statue

and when you cut them off they had the nerve to be upset about it

spread rumors and everything

how you were stuck-up and conceited, someone who always ordered your friends around and expected them to cover for you

they had shaped your schools image into thinking you had some god complex

you were walking home in the rain, enjoying the soft sounds of water hitting your umbrella and the ground around you

when someone-something had caught your attention

a large piece of plastic had flew past you at a high speed, which was weird cause it really wasn’t that windy today

looking ahead you saw a dark-haired male standing a little further ahead of you, staring blankly ahead of him as if he was processing something

he was holding a long silver rod- remains of the umbrella that had flown past you moments prior

your walk had slowed a little to observe the male in front of you as he seemingly had an internal monologue of some kind

he took a deep breath, straightened out a little, and gained a look of determination

he held his arms over is head, getting in a running pose, and just as he was about to take off-

“Excuse me?”

Your voice startled him out of his battle focus, feet tripping over themselves slightly, losing traction on the wet ground

as he fell you rushed towards to help him, his body weight crashing into yours

apparently not ready for the sudden weight you also stumbled back, bracing yourself for an impact with the floor

but thanks to your luck (maybe) there was a little jut in in the cement you hadn’t noticed earlier that supported your foot from slipping anymore, and grounding yourself and the boy

(the luck must’ve been the cement helping you instead of tripping you)

“Oh my god dude, are you alright!?”

The guy in front of you looks up at you and- oh my god

this is easiest one of the cutest and prettieST BOYS YOU’VE EVER SEEN-

“U-Um, I’m fine. Thank you so much for catching me!” he looked up at you with the cutest unintentional puppy dogs eyes, before he chuckled sheepishly as he stepped back from your hold

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty clumsy...” He looked down in shame, messing with his drenched hair

“No, no, it’s okay, I swear!” You were quick to try and cheer him up, such a sad face didn’t suit the boy in front of you at all, “Was it your umbrella that flew by me a minute ago?”

His face struck with realization at your comment, and it was kinda cute to see the way he began to check his hand and the area around him for the rod-remains of his umbrella that he dropped while falling.

He gingerly picked it off the ground, with the caution of something else unexpected happening that he couldn’t predict. Facing you once more, you were finally able to get a proper look at him.

He was slender, his clothes would hang loosely on his form if they weren’t stuck to his body from the rain. His dark purple hair fells just a little past his brighter purple eyes. He didn’t hold himself with too much confidence, though he seemed to try and a bit a conscious effort in doing otherwise

Overall: very cute 

“I’m sorry about my umbrella, I’m a bit unlucky so this kind of stuff happens a lot...” His face grew a slight shade of pink, as if he was admitting to something strange, his thin fingers began to fiddle with the remainders of his umbrella to help ease his own tension

“I have an extra if you’d like it?” he was taken slightly off guard by that apparently, his eyes widening slightly and hands taking a break from their actions

“No it’s fine! I couldn’t take your extra from you, what if you end up needing it?” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his concern, it’s incredible that he can be worried for you when he was the one currently getting drenched

 “Please don’t worry about it, I have more spares at home. I actually won the spare today at a store, so I really don’t need it.”

“Do you...really not need it...?” You had to stop yourself from making a noise at the face he sent you, you didn’t know someone could look cute with shy uncertainty, but alas

“Yep! I won’t be missing it, I promise.” 

He hesitantly accepts the wrapped umbrella from your hands, holding it like it was the most fragile thing in the world

And immediately upon opening it, you both watch in shock as the plastic part flies away in a sudden wind

You guys stare at each other in awkward silence, before he beigns to apologize feverishly for his bad luck

“Um...I have another spare if you want it?” You pull out a second umbrella from your bad, and show it to him.

“I won this at a store today too...”

que a few more moments of awkward awe

He looks at you with a bit of disbelief, you (correctly) assume that he thinks your just saying that to make him feel better about taking it

“I have pretty good luck! I get stuff like this all the time so...please take it!” You back up your words by pushing the umbrella into his chest, and gave a reassuring smile to show him your being honest

“Well, if you really don’t mind...”

“I don’t.”

He takes it from you once more, opening it much more gently then the last one, cautious something may happen again.

You guys both tense once it fully happens, awaiting for what may happen.

In sync you and the mystery boy accompany a sigh of relief with a relaxing of your shoulders, giving each other a sheepish smile at the scenario.

“Well please be careful on your way back...”

“You too.”  “...”

It took him a second to realize you had wanted his name, stuttering out a “I-Izumi Yuu!” with a funny look on his face.

“I’m (L/n) (Y/n). You better get home fast, or you’ll get sick. I’ll see you around?” You offer a slight wave with your free hand as you walk past him, making sure to smile your best smile at him.

“Yes!”

You can’t help but release a chuckle at his response, like he was a soldier talking to his superior.

As you walked away, Izumi couldn’t help but curl up a little into himself, a little flustered at your smile, the way you chuckled as you left, basically the whole interaction

And he was thankful you didn’t hear the yelp that escaped when the umbrella suddenly closed on him without warning.

You guys both made it home that day thinking of the other, hoping you each made it back okay.

(Izumi had in fact gotten a cold, but there was no way for you to know that)

(you didn’t catch a cold, but you may have caught feelings)

you didn’t see him soon after that, in fact it wasn’t until you first day of high school rolled around that you saw him again

when you had entered the school gates, you had unexpectedly run into him talking to a girl with long pink hair, and the brightest blue eyes

overall: very pretty

you walked closer to greet them but stopped when she suddenly gripped him with a serious look on her face.

“Tell me...your name.”

“It’s...It’s Izhumi...”

“Ho ho, Izhumi huh?” Both heads had whirled at your sudden intrusion, you were now able to tell they were both red from whatever conversation they were having...and at your witness of it all, they were beginning to glow a bright crimson.

You laugh mischievously as Izhumi begins to sweat violently and correct himself, while also greeting you, but also messing up your name in the process making you laugh more.

“I’m sorry Izhumi if I could’ve sworn your name was Izumi but maybe I just heard you wrong.”

He lets out a small whine of frustration at your teasing, as if he couldn’t make it anymore entertaining for you.

Chuckling out apologies you turn to the pink haired girl who had been eyeing you two, probably quietly wondering as if to how you two know each other.

“Hello, my name is (L/n) (F/n), I met Izhumi a while ago while walking home. Poor guy broke two umbrellas in a row right in front of me.” You rest your head in your hand in remembrance, your words bringing about another sound of protest from the boy next to you.

You could see her gaze go back to Izumi in which you (correctly) guess is a though of ‘wow he really IS unlucky’ 

“I’m Shikimori Miyako, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope we get along from now on.”

She graces you with a sweet smile as the three of you being to walk together, chatting on your way to freshman orientation.

Shikimori eventually spots two friends of hers and parts, but you stick around with Izumi who has been nervously staring at the ground for a while, probably going over the whole fiasco earlier (and thats exactly whats he was doing)

“Izhumi.”

His head snaps up to instinctively deny his new nickname, but every word seems to fizzle in his throat when he catches glimpse of your face. You aren’t able to recognize the look on his face at the time, but perhaps one day with some retrospect you’ll be able too.

“I feel so lucky to have met you again. And I feel so lucky to be able to attend school with you, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we’ll have class together too! This is looking to be my luckiest year yet.”

You don’t know the full extent of emotions that washed over him with your words, and he’d bet you might never understand what they meant to him. Although he loses all his bets, so whose to say.

As you give him what is probably the most beautiful smile he has ever seen, what once was but a sprout of feelings had sprouted into a bud, and it was left wanting more.

Was seeing him again, being around him more in the future...really good luck to you? Maybe its because you haven’t been around him enough to experience the brute force of his bad luck, that you don’t know what your getting into. If you really were so lucky all the time, would experiencing the problems that come with be a problem to you?

His mind was racked with thoughts, with feelings, and concerns. But overall, he couldn’t help but hope...

...that you meant it. And that you would continue to mean it.

your first year of class was very interesting, more for your classmates then you.

you had spent this year getting close to Izumi and Shikimori, becoming close friends with them and their respective friends, and a whole class got to witness your and Izumi’s luck clash.

Not really clash, but if you were both to be affected by the luck or lack of, the other would cancel it out. somehow.

like if its pure unlucky for Izumi, it’ll still happen, but if its unlucky for both you and izumi, your luck would act up and neutralize it.

needless to say your classmates observed you guys heavily when together cause the weirdest shit happens.

they’ll never forget when they were watching you two eating lunch together outside on a bench, and a bird swooped down to steal your guys’ food only to watch the bird get hit by a stray baseball, and you two were none the wiser.

It’s often that Izumi trips, but when he trips on you and you fall too, there's always someone miraculously behind you to cushion you both.

and perhaps the strangest thing has been happening all year long, since the first day. Izumi broke his pencil, so you gifted him an extra (deja vu), and then everyday for the rest of the year Izumi would break or lose the new pencil, and you would find or win a new pencil to give him, just for the same thing to happen the next day. Without fail.

You and Izumi when together have an aura of hidden glee that practically has the words “we’re normal!” floating around, happy that your lucks seem less prevalent together

But to everyone watching from the outside, you guys are really anything but normal together

you still call him Izhumi cause you think it’s cute and it still frustrates him. You and Shikimori often gang up on him cause his pouty face is wicked cute.

The day you met Shikimori, Izumi had messed up your name too when greeting you, so that has been adopted as your nickname and you think its cute so your fine with it. Izumi refuses to call you it though, sadly, and gets embarrassed everyone else does cause it was him who made the mistake and pronounced it that way

Izumi was by far the sweetest person you’ve ever met, much better then anyone who had gone to your middle school. you’ve never seen someone have it so rough, but be so selfless and kind

it would be so easy for him to be bitter and envious of your luck, but he never was. he was in awe of it, but it never was a driving point for his feelings towards you

to borrow a line from fruits basket, he deserves the moon but he would never ask you for it

you and izumi were picked for class cleanup after school one day

the window was opened to help keep the room cool, it was warm but not warm enough for the school to want to use the AC

that day was the first time you saw it

as in izumi-fashion, the wind had assisted him in losing balance when he had stepped on a wet spot from mopping, taking him to the floor

it was in the wind and the fall you spotted it

Izumi was quick to laugh it off sheepishly, promising he was fine and expected to hear your beautiful laugh

what he didn't expect was to see you on your knees in front of him with a concerned look on your face (though it was still one of the most beautiful looks he had ever seen, every new expression he discovers from you always makes him fluttery inside)

he stood statuesque still as he looked you in the eye, the only thing he could hear was his breathing and racing heart

his eyes couldn’t tear away from your hand as it had begun to approach him

his eyes slammed shut in nervousness and he hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty he had gotten from the sudden heat that rushed to his face

his mind was going a mile a minute, and he would be lying if he hadn’t been expecting a kiss of some kind

he was so ready for it, but also not prepared at all!

he grew brave enough to crack an eye when he felt more firmness on the right side of his face along with a “oh honey...”

you had a habit of calling people things like that, when joking or worried

you did it to all your friends, but he couldn’t deny that it felt really nice to be called that by you

(and sometimes when he’s feeling brave, when he’s lying down for bed he’ll imagine you only calling him that oh how scandalous)

his head had cleared quickly when he had realized just exactly you were looking at, and what specifically you had been touching

subconsciously he had leaned into the fingers that traced the scar on his face, a scar that was usually hidden by his bangs

it makes that you wouldn’t have seen it before, and he couldn’t deny that the concern for it made him a little happy, even though he doesn’t enjoy seeing you so worried

Izumi could feel himself fall in love with the somehow soft-firmness in which you traced it

and he could feel himself fall in love with the idea that normally he knew you would of asked to touch it before doing so, you didn’t like to touch people without running it by them first

he hoped that instinctually you knew he would of let you touch it, and that's why it had slipped your mind to ask in the moment

“...Can I ask what happened?”

 if he wasn’t so conscious of the moment rn, he definitely would melted into your hand at the tone of your voice

“I have all kinds of scars like this,” it was flattering the way your brow scrunched in concern for him, though it made him feel kinda bad too

“I got injured a lot as a kid. I think this one came from a truck crashing into the house...”

“Oh gosh, hun, I knew you were unlucky but...”

Izumi could pinpoint this as the day he fell in love with you 

up into that point he knew something was forming, but this was the first moment he consciously thought

 ‘oh. I love them.’

“Izumi as long as I’m by your side, this will never happen again.”

 The setting sun blossomed a beautiful set of warm colors against your skin, the beams of light fell in such a way it was as if your eyes were softly gleaming, and your hair had been perfectly radiated by the ray, it was almost if you had a halo.

god you were so lovely

and it was from that day on Izumi got clumsier in front of you.

god he wants so badly to be cool, and by god does he try. 

but he wouldn’t be izumi if they all hadn’t failed in miraculously dramatic ways.

one day izumi had “accidentally” made too much food so he was gonna give some to you.

your classmates had been roughing around and knocked both over both of the bentos he had made

they froze at the tears in his eyes, and became truly petrified at Inuzuka’s and Shikimori’s fearsomely livid faces.

Though it wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t genuinely accidentally made too much food, and was willing to give him your extra bento. You had brought it so your friends could pick at it, but you were more then willing to give him the entire one.

it was also then they found out you always made indescribably delicious food

you told them you had a bad habit of accidentally knocking things in or impulsively using things to see how they’d taste, and the result is always top cuisine.

Izumi ate your food with tears running down his face, he was so blessed to eat your food but so cursed to not be able to give you his. (His pride was also a little hurt that you cooked better then him, he wanted to show off to you)

(he didn’t know you’d be happier eating his food then your own regardless, but he’ll find out someday soon)

he had prepped for a study session with the friend group, and it was ready to be really cool and teach you

He was the fifth in his year after all!

But

Turns out, everything he studied on either wasn’t on the curriculum somehow or it was something you already knew.

I mean he was still able to teach you a lot, but it frustrating that none of it was what he had specifically touched on to help you with.

Though he forgot all about that when you smiled and thanked him for helping you

(you may have just given him the drive to learn everything, which knowing him, was gonna blow up in some way)

and then in class he been staring at you for so long the teacher ended up calling him out in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed

the way you smiled at him did make it a bit better though...

The way he confessed to you was so like you guys, so unbelievable but yet so believable

it was the end of the school year when he decided to confess to you, he had begun to grow anxious as the new school year approached

You guys were in the same class this year, but it may not be the same next year.

You guys may not get as much time together, which means you’ll spend more time with others, then you’ll realize he isn’t worth his salt, then you’ll leave him and probably date some hunk with totally normally luck and you guys can win the lottery together and spend the rest of your lives together happily with kids and pets

He’s been

overthinking a lot recently

He tries to stay out of his own head, but it hasn’t been going well

He wants to show you how much he loveslikes you before it might be too late, and as he much as he can hope you guys are in the same class next year, with you and him in the mix who knows what could happen

So he decides to confess

He planned it all out

He’d ask if you guys could have lunch together privately in a spot behind the school, he’d give you his earnestly written love letter along with a bento he made (he’ll make a heart shape in it) and after you read it he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and then

he doesn’t know what next, but hopefully you’ll respond in kind

Of course the moment he decided there was a plan, every single step of that plan was gonna go haywire

he had gone through so many pieces of paper trying to write the perfect letter for you to read

he had wrote some pretty cringy stuff, but he’s sure he weeded out all the mess and made his perfect love letter

And then he thought of all the foods he’s heard you talk about, and picked out your favorites and made the best bento he could

his dad was in the kitchen so nothing went awry, but didn’t help with the cooking cause Izumi wanted to do it himself so “it could have all his feelings inside”

he was happy with the bento, and nothing had happened so he put it in the fridge and got ready for the next day

he was gonna do it

he was gonna confess!

the day started off well, he had the bento packed and he had sealed the letter in a cute pink envelope with a heart sticker (it was scratch and sniff, it smelt like roses which he thought would be romantic)

he didn’t even trip or get dirty on the way to school, maybe this was a good sign!

and all throughout the school day, nothing too strange happened so that was good

(he got called out again by the teacher for staring at you, but that was becoming frequent to the point it was no longer “strange”)

you had accepted his invite to eat lunch privately together, so that was step 1 complete

but from then onward

holy shit

the moment the bell rung he told you he’d meet you there, he just needed to do something real quick

You smile and go about your way, cute as could be

he pulled the letter and lunch out of his bag and with a deep breath he straightened out his shoulders and began his march to you

his determined face was really cute, it was a shame you couldn’t see it

but somehow

somehow

the wind in the hallway picked up? like a strong breeze through a window or something?

it snatched the letter right out of his hands and down the hall

he let out a small disbelieving screech before running down the hall to catch up, wary to not mess up the lunch in his hands, and tried to grab it with his free hand

it was sadly not going well, and the letter flew all the way down the hall, out the door, and straight into the blue sky

He squealed in panic and tried the best he could follow it, he was out of breath and red in the face (he was no athlete) but he wasn’t gonna let it out of his sight

and good for him, he didn’t!

but the wind had flew the letter all the way to your spot, and landed gently in your hands.

He tried to run up to you but collapsed out of breath just far enough so you couldn’t hear him pant

But he could hear you.

“A letter? It has my name on it...” He watches as you open the letter as he desperately tries to catch his breath

you read a little message in parenthesis under the sticker sealing the letter, it had a little arrow pointing to the sticker that said to give it a scartch n sniff, and you follow said instructions

you kinda guessed what this letter was gonna be about, the color of the envelope and the sticker kinda gave it away, and you were impressed by the thought put into it

you opened it and began to read it out loud to yourself much to his embarrassment

but to his utter humiliation you proceed to read the most cringiest and childish little remarks he had ever thought about you

oh god

he sealed the wrong letter

it wasn’t ever a letter

sure it started “Dear (Y/n)” but after that it was a bunch of hearts, bad doodles of you two holding hands and small little things he thinks of when he daydreams about you

that wasn’t a letter

“The way you focus on your work is really cute”

“You look so adorable in your uniform, how are you not breaking any dress codes to look that cute”

“the way your laugh sounds is so sweet it should be illegal”

“Your sweeter than any sweet i’ve ever had, i love you so much”

“I think the smell of your shampoo and conditioner suit you so well”

“god ur the cutest wutest loveliest little thing i wanna snuggle and huggle and crush you and kiss you and-”

the more he wrote the more unhinged it had gotten

god it was literally awful to hear you speak them into the world, and it was worse knowing you were never gonna forget this

it was the paper where he wrote to just get all the random thoughts he loves about you out of his head so he could write seriously

“...I love you so much and I hope you love me too...”

“...From Izhumi.”

GOD NO PLEASE-

He lets out a violent wheeze at your words and you just so happen to hear this one, and turn, and he hadn’t even thought about what he may look like right now since he was so busy struggling with his embarrassing letter

(he had signed it Izhumi becuase theres a part of him that actually gets really happy when you call him that, it’s like a pet name and you look so cute when you say it and he wanted to indulge that part of him but that was a misTAKE-)

(and of course he wrote I LOVE YOU and not I LIKE YOU like a NORMAL PERSON)

the young fella in front of you was nothing short of a mess, he was panting heavily, face deeply red - a mix from running and embarrassment-, his uniform was completely disheveled and his hair was entirely unruly.

overall: still very cute.

“Izumi, did you really write this?” He hides his face in his hand and whines pathetically-but cutely- “You weren’t supposed to read that one...”

He can hear you approach him, but he doesn’t have it in him to uncover his face.

“...Is this for me too?” You gently tug on the cloth-wrapped bento hanging from his fingers and he lets out a small whine of confirmation

He pulls the courage up enough to peek slightly between his fingers as you unwrap it

and upon opening it-

oh god

it was the wrong bento

it was his moms, she must’ve grabbed the one he made for you on accident 

and coincidentally

it was filled with all the foods you like the least

he lets out a shout of panic and you can only stare in worry as he begins to tremble and tear up

Small streams fell down his cheeks as began to stumble through a sentence- though it wasn’t very coherent

His mind was racing and he was trying to get all the words out to explain what the letter was, how it was the wrong one, and about the bento and how he had made one that had food you actually liked and how this was supposed to be his perfect confession

He felt your hand softly grasp his wrists-that at this point had been violently rubbing away tears- and pull them away from his face

He looked at you with upturned eyes that was very reminiscent of the ones you had seen upon first meeting him

he had quiet in anticipation to your next move, he doesn’t know if he can hope that this goes well after he butchered it so bad

but he can’t deny he feels it when you gently cradle his face and wipe the tears away, humming so softly he almost couldn’t hear it

his breath is stopped when your face gets closer to him, and he feels like he may pass out when your body presses closer to his

And then he feels something completely unexpected

His hair is brushed away slightly and a soft kiss is planted on his scar

he could feel a warm tingling from the spot your lips had touched, and it spread when he saw the smile on your face

“It’s okay hun, calm down. Let’s have some lunch, okay? My boyfriend just gave me the cutest letter and some lunch and I can’t wait to try it.”

A new round of tears erupts from his eyes, but he tenses his face and snorts in hopes of getting it to stop. The brightest smile you’ve ever seen is emitted from the boy and he immediately begins pestering you with countless “Really?”s and explanations onto what he wanted to do and to please give him the letter he can’t live knowing that it exists 

(you get to keep it because he can’t say no to you)

God you just scored yourself the cutest boyfriend

Izumi may be the unluckiest guy in the world, but he feels like the luckiest to have been able to meet you and to have been able to love you, and have you love him back.

#shikimori's not just a cutie #yuu izumi #izumi yuu #izumi yuu x reader #x reader #x gn! reader #x gender neutral reader #izumi yuu x gender neutral reader

[stillness-in-green]

i think you did a meta of all for one not supposing to possess shigaraki previously… however early on all for one said -he will be the next me- so may i ask why you thought that? he only wanted shigaraki to be his vessel so shigaraki was not taught to think for himself until then… honest question! just curious

This is one of those asks that I’m not looking to do a full run-down on until I’m ready to do the full full run-down on it, and that means finding out whatever remaining plans AFO has for Tomura, including whether he gave Tomura Decay to begin with!  But to ease your curiosity, anon, and since you asked so nicely, allow me to hit a few points.

Firstly, regarding why I talk about the possession plot being a retcon, there are a lot of things that lead me in that direction, all the way up through MVA, but the single most jarring plot beat in my eyes is the reasoning AFO gives for not taking Best Jeanist’s quirk at Kamino.  He says, “Your quirk wouldn’t suit Tomura.”  But who gives a shit whether or not it would suit Tomura when A) AFO was allegedly planning to completely take over Tomura, to the point where even his mind would be permanently subsumed, and B) if AFO didn’t want Tomura to have it at first, he could have just held onto it in his core body until after the surgery and sublimation of Tomura’s personality was complete, then passed it on over to his new self?

At this point, I can point to enough holes in Horikoshi’s writing that I cynically have to wonder if that was just an early example of Horikoshi lying to the audience because he needed to justify Best Jeanist—whose Pro Hero status needed to be preserved for later plots—not losing his quirk right then and there.  But if that’s the case, I still have to count it against Horikoshi’s foreshadowing chops.

Secondly, let me talk some about this claim: Shigaraki was not taught to think for himself until then.

I’m always a little baffled by the contention that AFO never taught Shigaraki how to think for himself.  I don’t want to pick on you specifically, anon!  I see this claim all over the place, have done for years, and In fairness, your words were that AFO didn’t teach Shigaraki to think for himself until then, by which I assume you mean the events of the main series prior to Kamino.  There’s no denying that AFO was teaching Shigaraki to think for himself in the first hundred chapters; AFO says as much aloud to Kurogiri and in his inner monologue shortly after his incarceration.

Also, you sent this ask well before Chapter 280 came out, so for the purposes of this reply, I’m going to disregard AFO’s claims in that chapter that Shigaraki’s mentality was always destined for obsolescence. As I said in my chapter post, a lot of the early evidence can be squared with the idea that AFO needed to cultivate a strong will/hatred in Shigaraki!  Virtually none of it squares with the claim that Shigaraki’s mind was supposed to be thrown in AFO’s mental recycling bin as soon as the surgery was complete.

That said, if we assume that AFO did need Shigaraki to have a strong enough mentality to steal OFA, why would he only start teaching Tomura to think for himself circa the beginning of the series?  Why not craft him to have a strong mentality (whatever that entails) from the start, if said mentality was going to be a key part in how AFO would finally get his hands on OFA?

To me, the obvious answer to that is that AFO was teaching Shigaraki to think for himself from the beginning.  Oh, he was sculpting Shigaraki’s thinking, sure, arranging the available pathways to make sure they all led where he needed them to, but I’m constantly seeing people make this claim that AFO raised Shigaraki to be a single-minded attack dog who believed himself capable of nothing but destruction, and I just don’t see that in the comic.

From his very first appearances in the story, AFO is shown supporting Shigaraki’s learning process.  In some of the very earliest flashbacks to their relationship, we see AFO encouraging Tenko not to be bound by meaningless social constructs like “ethics” and “conscience”; rather, Tenko should act as his heart commands.

Yes, he does tell Tenko that he has a native impulse to destruction, but a native impulse is not the same as a sole directive.  For a defining example of this, look at Chapter 239. There, Shigaraki has an auditory flashback to AFO telling him that he should adopt the mindset that he holds peoples’ lives in the palm of his hand, and it’s entirely his choice whether to close his hand and destroy them or roll them around at his whim.  That experience of mingled hatred and delight, he says, is true freedom.

We don’t know how old Shigaraki was at the time of that statement, but it’s entirely consistent with what AFO was telling him as a small child and his teaching methodology during the main timeline.  So, I have to disagree that AFO had only just started teaching Shigaraki to think for himself circa the beginning of the story.  He’s been teaching Shigaraki that all along!  He’s just been teaching Shigaraki to think for himself with all the moral guardrails taken off, that’s all, and encouraging him to remember that destruction is always a valid option.

(AFO's theory of education illustrated via funni meme squares.)

Now, what I do think Shigaraki is pretty new to circa the beginning of the series is going out and using AFO’s resources to enact villainous plans.  I’d love to know why that is!  My theory has always been that AFO losing that fight to All Might in the backstory caused a change in the AFO Fam’s dynamics, with getting Shigaraki’s training as a successor getting significantly stepped up.

Whatever the case, though, Shigaraki being relatively new to acting as an independent villain does not mean that AFO never taught him, like, basic observation and reasoning skills before his twentieth birthday.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

#bnha #bnha afo #shigaraki tomura #afo retcon theory #please expand this post to view my low effort memes #stillness answers

[moondust-bard]

Nine People I Would Like to Know Better (?) Tag

I was tagged by @sleepyowlwrites — thank you!

current book: I’m rereading the last Magnus Chase book in Rick Riordan’s norse mythology series. His books are comfort reads. Reread books happens when I’m stressed, in pain, or upset. I am taking cozy fantasy recs in all age categories at the moment, preferably without romance.

Current fic: I don’t read much fsnfiction anymore, sadly. The JK Rowling of it all kinda ruined it for me. Engaging in fandom beyond casually consuming the media in question only stresses me out now.

Currently watching: I’m rewatching Call the Midwife. It’s a comfort watch. I go back to favorite pieces of media in times of stress. See a theme? To be fair, I don’t watch shoes or films much. Books and music are my main sources of entertainment.

Next on my watchlist: When the next season of Bridgerton drops I’ll be very occupied. I love a good historical drama.

Current hyperfixation: I’m listening to Dimension20’s Fantasy High for the first time. I really want to play DnD, and this show is only barely satisfying that.

Favorite color: lavender has been my favorite color since I was about nine years old. Periwinkle and seafoam are up there, too.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweets, for sure— but more fruity-floral sweetness than bakery sweetness. I’m a big fan of treats with flower syrups, black tea, and sweet herbs in them.

Relationship status: single, and not actively looking for anything. If it happens, cool. If not, I’m honestly just happy to be here at this point. My friendships are super fulfilling and rich, and I have a large family.

Last song: The Prophecy off of Taylor Swift’s new album. I needed to let some stuff out after all the unfun medical experiences this week. The lyrics of that song kind of resemble how I feel about it.

Last thing I googled: lol, I just researched some of the new medical stuff I learned about my haunted house of a body. It was… informative.

Skill I’d like to learn: I would love to make my own clothes. For so long, I struggled to thread a needle on a sewing machine. My vision is very poor, which makes that task challenging. I think, even if it takes forever, hand-sewing might be my best shot at realizing this dream.

Best advice:

Dealing with my own health struggles, as well as supporting family who are attempting to rewrite poisonous, unsustainable behaviors has taught me something I wish I knew much sooner.

I’ve found it’s best for all involved that we try to meet each other where we are. Forcing someone into the shape you envision them in— with all their rough edges smoothed out and flaws filled in— helps no one in the present. Friends and family are going to move at their own pace and in the best way they deem fit for themselves. Expecting someone to exist or change in the ways you think suit them best, and within a set timeframe, is asking for disappointment and conflict. That being said, holding people accountable for how they treat you while they’re learning or in times of struggle is essential in caring for both yourself and that person.

And yes, this applies to how you engage with yourself, as well. There are no timelines. No “this is how I should be” or “this is what I should be doing by this stage of my life.” Exist—and change, if it’s what you’ve chosen — at your own pace, because it’s what you’ve decided is best.

I am tagging @saintedseraph @maddstermind @ettawritesnstudies @mr-writes @ryns-ramblings @acertainmoshke @ravonosify

@italiangothicwriteblr

@likegemstone

#tag games

[krackkokichi]

Disorganized RUIN questions, thoughts, and observations

this has been in my notes for a few days, and i needed to put them out there. would love for any comments, corrections, etc! all under the read more

Helpi

— sometimes gets veiny with yellow eyes: instances where he is hijacked by Mimic? but in one of those he argues with "Gregory" so is it something else?

— can't be related to MXES because actively works to disable it

— takes Freddy's place in Brazil ending

— tied to VANNI but why would Faz. Ent. have a mask that looks like that? definitely not created by Vanessa as is unaware of MXES

— why doesn't he let Cassie take the mask off in that one big area

Mimic

— the mascot costumes?

— poses and moves the same as Burntrap, but is it actually Burntrap?

— scooper ending parallels Burntrap being attacked by the tangle

— clear parallel to Candy Cadet story

— Gregory and Vanessa definitely lured the mimic into its enclosure and sealed it with MXES

Bonnie

— Monty dark ride shows Monty looking up to Bonnie & Bonnie passing the guitar

— hidden cutout of Bonnie falling/being blown away by monty

— connection to wet floor signs?? what does it MEAN

— eyes still glowing

— why in the back of Bonnie Bowl when last recorded location was Monty Golf

— broken bowling ball pieces suggest he was attacked there, not moved

— why'd he take so long to move to Monty Golf, and why go there in the first place?

— why was he killed? he still has his parts so probably wasn't used for Burntrap, unless since Burntrap wasn't created in this timeline, Bonnie wasn't needed? hmmm....

— Monty didn't have the claws at the time Bonnie was destroyed, but it was specifically a Glamrock Bonnie sign that Cassie used to electrocute and destroy Monty (hint toward karma??)

— Bonnie's sign seemingly confirms that Monty's shades were originally his (people using this as proof that Monty is innocent since "no way would Freddy let him wear them" when Freddy probably doesn't have any clue what happened [i don't necessarily think Monty did it; i'm just pointing out this is a bad rebuttal])

— he and Freddy have matching earrings, Freddy has bowling stuff in his greenroom, and Bonnie has Freddy merch in his room, and the poster? oh yeah. they're so gay

Freddy

— prototype??? i struggle to think this is just a design retcon when it's the first thing we see of him and it's a purposeful addition. and why would Faz. Ent. leave their main animatronic as a prototype

— gift box in chest? and its a different color? something's up for sure

— why was he replaced with Helpi in Brazil ending

— line in security breach where he questions if he was the first Glamrock Freddy

— i actually don't know if the PQ ending necessitates the destruction of his body or if that just happened over time, but from what I have seen people say, it seems like it is destroyed?

— are we sure that that's not just what the glamrocks' bare endos look like on the hands, because his hands are def just metal and not green, so could be not Monty's claws?

— invisible in AR

— multiple instances of headless Freddy (plushie, statue, in the AR portion with giant MXES, construction poster that says "don't lose your head", and ofc the actual animatronic)

— Mimic is pretty good at mimicking Gregory, and Freddy spent the most time with him, BUT Freddy constantly assists and supports Gregory, whereas the Mimic pushes Cassie to do things she doesn't want in order to serve its own purposes (why would Mimic play the long game with Gregory?)

Roxy

— atp i assume that Foxy was converted into Roxy in universe. Roxy trans REAL

— Foxy log ride? Cassie says it was so much fun, but other flavor text says it was never finished

— only one of the four capable of speech is Roxy (w/exception of "i smell pizza!")

— Roxy reactivating? how?

— her manner of speech is completely different from normal in the special day scene

— the cutouts, her replacing Monty on a vending machine, and her appearing fixed in AR unlike the others suggests that there some level of personalization to the AR?

Other animatronics

— Nightmarionne plushies and the Baby plushie room with the tally marks?

— Monty shrine???

— what happened to DJ MM? he's massive af and is just. not there? only possible appearance it the giant endo Cassie has to climb into in AR

— plenty of vandalizers apparently had no trouble getting pretty far in, so did the animatronics just avoid them or what

— who put the bunny ears, sun rays, etc. on the maskbot and music men?

— people saying latina Chica confirmed canon cause she's wearing a dress that is actually just a saloon dress? guys her name is literally Chica. latina Chica was always canon

— i love Eclipse (Kellen referred to them with they/them pronouns on twt btw! i'm assuming most people just don't know, but it's a little bit frustrating)

MISC.

— Cassie's dad and the note from him that can randomly show up

— elevator ending probably canon, but who knows for sure (Gregory didn't drop it, and you can fight me on that because why would he guide Cassie just to kill her?)

— Brazil ending definitely reference to sci-fi movie Brazil in which the protag goes into an escapist fantasy while being tortured. apparently this is also a term referring to the same movie, but a lot of people seem to not know what it means, so there you go

— how long after Security Breach is this? how long has Gregory been missing?

— if a man said to a woman what Freddy said to Bonnie, people would except they were a couple instantly, but since it's two guy robots, it's just a headcanon? bffr

Edited to add: the music-like noises that happen at the title drop remind of the beginning of "Beat It" no matter how many times i hear them

#fnaf #fnaf ruin #security breach ruin #five nights at freddy's

[nitroish]

[ tone of voice that is definitely not hyroolie or anything ] you should tell us more abt the triforce heroes thing ur working on

hello dearest definitely not hyroolie or anything,

so. the triforce heroes thing im working on is so fucking good? it drives me insane every time i open the document in the best way possible. so after albw's end ravio leaves, and thus link ( legend ) is left alone in the house once more. he goes out to adventure, of course, to avoid being a shut-in and to simultaniously avoid the home that feels vageuly Not His in the wake of ravio's presence and lack of thereafter.

link goes to hytopia, and there he begins his sixth adventure: triforce heroes!

he meets Koba and Shar, who have also met the requirement for Hero Pickings(tm) by the king, and thus join link on the adventure as Blue and Green respectively. link is dubbed the red hero for the time being.

koba and shar and hytopia in general are amazing for link; both mentally and physically. mentally, they help him get over self worth/image issues, physically they make sure he's rested and takes breaks and eats rather than letting him brute force his way through the entire adventure as fast as possible. they curate a large Loop of effect: helping him with his physical health also helps his mental, which loops and helps his physical. etcetc.

hytopia itself and the people within also help him grow comfortable in his own skin, and he gets to meet new people !! people who dont know his status as Hylia's Chosen, dont know he's fought for the lives of a kingdom or two for years straight. where he's now just ... a normal guy, to them, albeit with some self worth issues. just Some Guy with two other Some Guys who are going against the silly fashion-hating witch. he feels very Normal in hytopia, very welcome as someone that doesn't have to exist as a saviour of everything anymore. the only threat here is a witch, and a girl trapped in a body suit.

it's not the end of the world anymore. shar and koba help him realize that, that he doesn't have to push himself to near-collapse. the world isn't ending if he doesn't finish this area of the drablands by the end of the week.

shar and koba are also ignorant to his status, though link tells them eventually, when he feels compelled to. it's probably late-adventure. they treat him no different when they do find out – they don't know what the triforce is. they dont follow hylia. none of that is important to them anyway.

theyre fucking Gay. they all are so gay. and poly. shar, koba, and link r so fucking gay. thats the main focus, alongside ^ all the above. this doc drives me insane. link gets a break, an adventure, two boyfriends, support, and the mental health fuckin Boost of a lifetime.

this all sets him up for being able to handle the linked universe adventure later down the line.

please as further questions, if you so please . im on my hands and knees.

#ask #anonymous #definitely not hyroolie . hello

[starr-finn]

Updated Hackerwhacker Bio

I’m so sorry its all grouped together like this ;-;

Name: Axel Dimitri Edmund

Age: 21

Sex/Gender: Non-Binary

Ethnicity: Russian

Occupation: youtuber/heister

Socioeconomic status: Middle-upper class, still figuring that out

Education: Early college

Other notes: they were born in Russia, but their mother fled to Chicago, where she met her girlfriend. When Axel came out as a Demiboy, their mother and her girlfriend showed nothing but endless support, they were part of the wedding party of their mother and stepmother's weddings. They lived with their mom until after college, when they moved to DC, where they live right now, working with the payday gang

Eye color: Blue

Skin color: Pale

Hair color: Ginger

Height: 6'0

Weight: 167 lbs

Body type: muscle

Fitness level: They works out often

Tattoos: They have a a pretty large tattoo on his shoulder of a few flowers

Scars/Birthmarks: they have a pretty large scar over their nose

Other distinguishing features: They have a mole on his neck

Disabilities: they doesn't really have any aside from

Fashion style: More of a street kinda style

Accessories: a bandage over Their nose

Cleanliness/Grooming: they take a shower every 2-3 days

Posture/Gait: they kind of slouch

Tics: none

Coordination (or lack thereof): They have pretty good hand-eye coordination

Weaknesses: they are super over protective over Beau (My main OC)

Other notes:

Birth date: October 16th, 2001

Place of birth: uhhh idk Moscow Russia

Key family members: His mother, Katya, and their stepmom mom, Allissa

Notable events/milestones: The Big move to Chicago, he was 4

Criminal record: Armed robbery, Shoplifting

Affiliations: the payday gang

Skeletons in the closet: none i can think of rn

Other notes:

Personality type: ESFP

Personality traits: enthusiastic, Chaotic, stubborn, witty, emotional, soft-hearted, and immature

Temperament: normally happy and peaceful, but can become enraged in seconds

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert

Habits: Biting their lips, Drawing/doodling, biting their nails, listening to music while sleeping, rambling picking scabs, pacing

Educational background:

Intelligence: not the brightest

Self-esteem: pretty confident

Hobbies: Hacker stuff lol

Skills/talents: Their a pretty accomplished hacker and artist

Loves: They love spicy things

Morals/Virtues: They absolutely refuse to hurt or kill a civilian

Phobias/Fears: spiders

Angered by: Abusers, manipulators

Pet peeves: leaving doors and cabinets open, leaving things unscrewed, scraping silverware, know-it-alls

Obsessed with:

Routines: They go to sleep at around 12 AM

Bad habits: Biting at their skin and nails

Other notes:

Languages known: Russian, English

Preferred communication methods:

Accent: Russian

Style and pacing of speech: They speak really fast

Pitch: their voice is lower pitched

Laughter: They have a really silly sounding, but contagious laugh

Smile: My only description idea is, cute (I have no ideas)

Use of gestures: They'll often throw their hands around while speaking

Facial expressions: He's normally a smiler

Other notes:

Physical strengths:

Physical weaknesses:

Intellectual strengths:

Intellectual weaknesses:

Interpersonal strengths:

Interpersonal weaknesses:

Physical abilities:

Magical abilities:

Physical illnesses/conditions:

Mental illnesses/conditions:

Other notes:

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): none, but they has a major crush on Beau, their childhood best friend

Lover(s): none

Parents/Guardians: their 2 mothers, Katya and Allissa

Children: none

Grandparents: their grandpa out in Chicago

Grandchildren: none

other Family: they're father figure is vlad

Pets: they have 3 cats, Misha, Ivan, and Yuri

Best friends: Beau, Joy, Sydney, and Sokol

Friends: Everyone else

Rivals: Sokol (its a friendly rivalry, they both play hockey)

Enemies: the cops

Colleagues: Ethan and Hila

Mentors/Teachers: Bain, Vlad, the contractors

Idols/Role models: the entire payday gang, they look up to them

Followers: his subscribers on YouTube XD

Strangers: most civilians

Social media presence: They have a YouTube channel

Public perception of them: That their the good kid that has done nothing wrong

Other notes:

Character Archetype: The outlaw

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#payday oc #OC #oc bio #PAYDAY 2

[roaldseth]

TriStrat Vampire-Werewolf AU Notes

Because I have invested too much time thinking about this, it didn’t make sense for me to not write it down and record the inner workings somehow, and if I’m taking the time to type this all out, I might as well offer it out to others. By no means is this a concise list of anything, but it is the most consistant, major working parts.

Dear reader: this is a Symon/Benedict/Erador household and for when Destra is around this is a Symon/Benedict/Erador/and Destra household. The AU reflects that and is riddled with this polyamorous network, so please keep that in mind if proceeding. They are one big, happy bunch and Symon is passionately kissing all of them with so much tongue.

NORZELIA

For continuing generations, the legendary races of Norzelia have experienced a steady decline in population and structure. Once powerful, revered, and unsullied beings, werewolves have been reduced to beings of muddled blood and status, and vampires squandering to maintain lifestyles.

While wolves of ancient breed display much stronger canine features no matter the moon position, most modern wolves are virtually visually indistinguishable from mankind when outside of a full-moon cycle. Usually, wolves will be burlier, boxier, and taller than fellow men when in human flesh, but runt pups and daintier breeds are not unheard of. During the full-moon cycle, an approximate 5-day period, wolves will take on their more antique, traditional form of large canines. Transformation is a laborious and taxing process, and dictates large hunts to support increased food consumption amongst packs. A wolf pack is not necessarily solely composed of wolves; it can also reference a larger family unit that surrounds a wolf nucleus. 

Only a small handful of packs remain within Norzelia that contain members of ancient breed and pure pedigree, the largest and most influential being the Wolffort clan. In history, Wolffort boasted of a number of over 40 wolves. However, such a high number was a population of the past, and those of ancient breed are now even less.

Unlike werewolves, their foils, vampires, have always numbered very few in Norzelia, but are now facing near extinction on the northern continent. As dominantly solitary creatures, vampires do not usually form clusters, or if they do, they will be of families, coteries, or covens composed of no more than three members. One historic outlier of this trend was the Jacks clan, who were a clan of people governed by a council of thirteen vampires.

In terms of physicality, vampires retain their shape as they were in life. Pallor, temperature, and reduced nervous senses are the main universal differentiations besides enlarged incisors and canines. Some vampires will undergo additional changes as a stress response to the sire/dam-offspring process that produces traits that look like albinism. In terms of strength and dexterity, usually vampires are only as deadly as the averaged trained soldier in terms of pure combat prowess. In the off chance there is a vampire proving to be more cumbersome physically, it is likely because they have yet to realize that their reduced pain sensors is not alerting them to the fact they are tearing their body apart from unrestricted force. If the survival instinct, usually a hunger response, activates then vampires become unruly and dangerous. Despite all that, they are desired by militant forces because of the extended difficulty needed to kill them rather than brute strength. Despite this desire to have one amongst an army’s ranks, their population size doesn’t support much likelihood to have one let alone a full platoon.

Like their tradition, their diet is blood, however given diets and lifestyle differences between beasts and humans; vampires do favor human blood, but do not need to sustain themselves solely on it. Because of its allure however, there are various tales passed down between ancients, vampire and wolf alike, of the dangers posed of drinking too much human blood as well as the worse alternative: praying upon their own kind. Unlike Norzelian werewolves, their blood has retained a lot of its ancestral qualities even in modern times, which will cause the predator to go mad or die upon excess consumption. Though modern werewolf blood is mainly non-toxic, the farther down the blood goes into antiquity, the more the blood becomes potent, and if not careful, deadly as well.

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HOUSE WOLFFORT & WOLFFORT CLAN

The most pristine and honored line of wolves, the Wolffort clan has been the major ruling power amongst packs since the old world, housing most of the wolves with stronger blood and pedigree, and one of the few left of ancient breed: its chief, Symon Wolffort. With its agreements with the royal line of Glenbrook, its formal absorption into the kingdom, and split into the three High Houses, the clan is reclaiming lost position and stature amongst human affairs, even if minimal. Even in antiquity, wolves meant no ills to humanity, and Chief Symon does not intend to break this tradition.

House Wolffort, House Telliore, and House Falkes sit at its head, each smaller unit being lead by one wolf of strongest, older blood. These three High Houses are composed of a variety of lives since each of its non-wolf members has been taken in for being of some variety of in-the-know of pack lifestyles, customs, and needs. Its working servant families are even usually there from generational fidelity to the direct Wolffort line. Recently, however, its chief had done something that sparked continual upheaval, internally and externally: Symon Wolffort accepted a vampire into his pack. On top of that, that vampire is also of high position within the House’s power structure. Though many bare their fangs at the thought, ultimately they know there is little that can be done against Chief Symon’s might.

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HOUSE AESFROST

House Aesfrost descends from what was once a wolf clan, however it drastically fell from grace in terms of heritage and blood some generations ago. Now, practically no wolf blood remains within its members, and its people effectively considered members of mankind. Though, despite this past, House Aesfrost is a house divided due to recent unfortunate circumstances: the late Archduke Zigmunt Aesfrost’s oldest son, Archduke Gustadolph Aesfrost, had died and was turned under the hands of an unrecorded sire/dam. With Gustadolph as a man-eater—him keeping this information largely unknown skillfully even amongst vampire courts and wolf packs—many old, strong ties that remained despite their fall are being completely severed, mainly by the hands of the new Archduke, all of which as going mostly unknown to the common men of the Grand Duchy and its allies. Even if a commoner did hear wind, it would be explained off by false reasons.

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JACKS CLAN

The Jacks clan is a recent formation created through the binding of thirteen vampires. Though the human members/families of the clan were predominantly a subsection of Hyzante lives, since they were located on the westernmost reaches of the state, the thirteen who oversaw its form went mainly unknown in origin, for it didn’t matter. The greater concern was the threat they possessed, for having so many vampires coordinate at such capacity worried higher classes in concerns to it unbalancing established power structures. Since they bordered on the land that is now formally known as Wolffort land, there was much tension and bloodshed between the two clans.

Peculiar traits, ones akin to the albino traits overstressed vampires retained, had rose in the human members of the clan and had started being passed down through genetics. What consequences this entails is largely unknown and will not likely ever be known upon their eradication.

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CHARACTERS:

SYMON WOLFFORT (WEREWOLF)

Symon Wolffort is regarded and revered as Norzelia’s oldest werewolf. However, whether or not such is true is not as easily confirmed, despite he himself serving as living record. Sometimes he’ll jest “perhaps it is time that [he too] wandered off into the mountains to live the remainder of [his] days,” making others of the pack think that perhaps it used to be a common joking attribute amongst old wolves to just disconnect and disappear even if they had many hearty years left. But, it is his position amongst man and greater Norzelian society that keeps him strong and true for his pack, his House, and his clan. In recent years, since inaugurating in a certain bonded pair, others could even argue that the chief has been all the more robust and happier.

The truth is the companions’ impression on him was certain clarity. He was always a respectable, reasonable, and collected one, but both a wolf and a vampire, of all creatures, with hearts of a Wolffort—together, unbothered—was final understanding and a weight released. He uses his duty as chief to guise why he “protects them like pups,” but while it was true, he also knows he can learn and love from them, even after having seen it all. Benedict, as the first vampire of a pack, certainly taught him much in the actual mingling of vampires from day to day despite whatever he gathered before. Although, he will likely always have to apologize whenever the blood-drinker brings to light ill or contaminated slaughter animals due to blood sickness.

Additionally, because of his canine-like features, the clothiers of the Wolffort demesne have learned to craft peculiar articles to mask or adjust to his breed, making the specific section of market and trade all the more bustling for his demesne, for wolves over will commission clothes from their makers. It is not forbidden knowledge amongst man to know of werewolves, for their histories entwine, so any common clothier, especially in the Wolffort demesne, will likely know its true intent. One particular article that took time to perfect was the boot design to accommodate and mask his digitigrade feet. Often enough regular trousers will do since his “tail” is short as to not offset its original purpose, and so can be tucked in.

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DESTRA WOLFFORT (HUMAN)

A normal, average human as one could be, Destra needed time to adjust to life in a pack after wedding Lord Symon Wolffort from not having much contact or knowledge of the kind. However, it was little. Since both of the couple were patient and understanding, she picked up the lifestyle painlessly and within a couple of moons, even accepting Benedict, being of the more despised race amongst humans given their diet, as someone not to fear but to live alongside and love, even if sometimes he forgets such himself. Knowing she was being wedged unnaturally into the established matters of the House, Destra had little qualms with her husband’s other affairs, but to her initial surprise, Lord Symon showered her with no less love and support than that of a man who truly respected his wife. With her, the chief’s unmistakable favor went from two to three members, and together the four were their own inner working system.

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SERENOA WOLFFORT (HUMAN)

The human pup amongst wolves, Serenoa is just that: human through and through. But, being raised closely within a pack and being the expected heir to House Wolffort, Serenoa finds his own needs that of a wolf’s needs. He will take the time and delicacy to simulate wolf mannerisms and abide by schedules that really only serve purpose to other wolves, but because of his human blood, he is allowed to do many things much more leisurely. Such is mainly focused around the full-moon cycle when the pack will limit direct time amongst common folk of the castle town.

Because he is Symon’s pup, there is not much that can be taken against him without total mutiny, much like thoughts about the pack’s vampire. Though Serenoa is the heir of the House, and will carry on Wolffort as nobility, Serenoa cannot lead or further the Wolffort clan’s pack legacy, despite having the passion and fortification to do so. He is concerned for the pack in that aspect considering Symon, in current times, has not selected a childbearing mate or anoint another of the pack to uphold the role.

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BENEDICT PASCAL (VAMPIRE)

Despite his mature appearance from his age in life, Benedict is an infantile vampire in comparison to the grand timeline, being under a century old. Though he does inch around the 100-year mark, he knows little about his own vampire based urges and needs. He was abandoned by his sire/dam and presumably left to die considering that, even though their kind are solitary creatures, they still take some time to pass down knowledge, skill, and manners to their offspring before separating. He had spent about a decade fumbling in the dark on how to conduct and control himself before meeting Erador. According to Benedict, Erador entertained the more permanent companionship because “he pitied [him],” and remained by his side to course correct any and all problems.

Amongst Wolffort he was able to find much council from Chief Symon, the wolf having lived many lifetimes before him, and learn from Chief Symon many intricacies of both vampire and werewolf history and life. Though he is very grateful to his chief and filial beyond a doubt, even in the present he does not fully comprehend Symon’s motivations for taking him in, in regards to the severe bite and backlash he had received amongst packs. The one shame he carries amongst his pack was not being able to sire Destra when asked of him, even though both he and Symon knew that such was sudden frenzy thought and turning her was not the answer for them or her.

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ANNA PASCAL (HUMAN)

Anna is Benedict’s human child that he had spared upon the complete eradication of the Jacks clan. Her reservation on asking Benedict and Erador directly about her parentage does not leave her blind to the fact that her adoptive father is a vampire, or the fact her other honorary adoptive parent, and the larger household unit, are also werewolves. Because of the vampire-werewolf-human nuclear family set up, throughout her life she’s been divided and indecisive on what lifestyle to display, and such does strengthen her aloof and distant nature amongst all sorts of interactions, not just ones limited to the inner pack. She wouldn’t admit to it, but another reason why as an adult she worked from scout to spy is so she could live a more discrete, nocturnal life alongside her father. This small gesture of unity from Anna did not go unnoticed. 

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ERADOR BALLENTINE (WEREWOLF)

Ostracized from most packs due to having affiliations with a vampire, Erador was a lone wolf, a singular werewolf of no pack, until being taken in by Wolffort. In terms of wolf years, Symon would describe Erador as “certainly not a pup, but only just outgrew his juvenile pelt” with a hearty chuckle. However, it is misguided because given the state of things, Erador’s lifespan as a wolf is certainly more reduced than Chief Symon’s life expectancy. Though wolves will mature their early lives like that of man and then plateau for a more gradual, subtler aging process period once developed, Erador is in a modern werewolf’s adulthood rather than young adulthood.

Though before they entered the Wolffort pack, Erador would reassure Benedict that he did not mind their solitary life—and though there is truth to it for the pair—he is a wolf of a pack, and leads a better life amongst fellow wolves. Since he is also a wolf, adjusting to Wolffort life came much easier to him than his fellow, despite the vampire having paired with him for years. Other wolves were far more receptive to his inauguration into the pack than for Benedict, but even still the others often harass him over his “choice of mate” when the chief is not present.

In terms of wolf love lives, couples pair for various reasons outside of human reasons or ways, but Erador still insists that he is a lone wolf in that aspect because of his own dispositions to Benedict’s thoughts about limitations on the matter. Ultimately he is lying to himself since he knows deep down they are a bonded pair and he would not easily separate or find another companion quite like Benedict, even with engaging with the chief as well.

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MISCELLANEOUS:

Some common canid traits ancient breed werewolves retain are eye color(s), ear shape, larger hands and feet, paw pads, digitigrade feet, snout-like nose shapes, thick hair or fur, canid teeth and fangs, claws, and small tails. Because they are bipedal, human-like creatures, “tails” are less functional appendages and more extruding extensions of the spine since they are not needed for communication or balance.

Werewolves retain intelligence and higher consciousness even in full transformation, and unlike vampires, have not historically posed as a threat simply for being werewolves (*historic general fear of wolves, even canis lupus, is any unbiased fear). However, under full transformation, werewolves are greatly restricted with verbal communication to anyone outside of wolves because they no longer have lips and specific vocal abilities. Additionally, this does not mean they don’t simultaneously experiencing animal instincts; it’s just that they have sense and reasoning of what is going on and/or driving them to want to do certain thing(s).

Erador and Symon both offer themselves willingly to be fed off of in what is usually dire situations. Because of many past instances, Erador is more accustomed to offering blood, knowing the little intricacies of how to both keep himself safe and control the amount of blood Benedict intakes regarding to the reason for the meal. He has passed his notations to Symon to ease the chief’s troubles as well. It was certainly trial and error with Erador, but the wolf does press that he does mean mending any and all problems, and feeding was often the source early on. With Symon, the first time he had fed off of him Benedict had fallen very unwell considering the potency and concentration of old blood, which is also why, to their surprise, minute quantities of Symon’s blood will ease blood sickness symptoms. Such is a maneuver that needs to be assessed case by case however, because if any member involved is not of right mind, it will do more harm than good.

Vampires as a race do not get sick like a human or werewolf counterpart, however intake of a sick animal’s blood (humans included) will cause “blood sickness,” an ailment that tires a vampire. Besides fatigue, they will feel more aches, pains, and stiffness. (OOC explanation: it is from the increase of white blood cells.)

Benedict has not sired a vampire. This count is helped by the fact that Benedict doesn’t know how to sire a vampire. Apparently, simply biting a person and/or feeding them vampire blood are not the sole attribute to turning someone. This is why even if it was “the right choice,” he could not have done so for Destra. However, for the process, feeding the intended offspring vampire blood is a far more potent and direct of a way.

Whether it is their kind as a whole with their ghastly pale color and no need to breathe or simply Benedict’s trait, those who witness Benedict (as a vampire) sleep will attest to how the term “sleeping like the dead” might have been coined.

Regularly having no breath and no pulse also makes it rather difficult to say for certain if a vampire is truly dead even when it is the objective. However, a vampire can “still bleed,” despite it looking different than that of a living creature, proving that there is still some kind of circulation despite it all. Most blood simply pools at the lowest points like livor mortis.

With new perspective from living with Benedict, Symon theorizes that it’s possible both werewolves and vampires share a common primordial ancestor considering wolf blood of ancient breed entices similar consequences of a vampire praying off of its own kind. However, he is not a scholar, simply long lived.

Castle Wolffort underwent minimal, yet expensive, renovations to accommodate its new vampire inhabitant. The glass used for large windows in the most used common areas of the castle (entrance hall, war room/throne room) have been given a higher quality, tinted glass to filter the light. It is not a fool proof, complete cure change, however every little bit helps for motions needing to be done during the day. Mostly all of the windows always supported shutters, but new ones were commissioned solely so swapping them out could be over and done with instead of waiting for further weathered deterioration. Symon reassures his new steward to pay no mind to at least the new shutters considering “when one live as long as [he does], one forgets about when they were originally placed.”

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MATING:

Unfortunately, the term “mate” can be a very broad term amongst wolves, one mainly having to decipher from context of the history of who is saying the term to whom else. The most common interpretation is a wolf’s sexual partner(s). One can go further and note the addendum “for a one-year span between breeding seasons.” Like canis lupus, werewolves typically settle down to mate for life and monogamously, but naturally there are exceptions because of their human side. In recent times, largely thanks to Symon, a handful of wolves also have come out to rebel against this part of their nature. A couple can also be considered “mates” when not sexually tied, but this is less common. For this case, it denotes a bonded pair. Though the bonded pair definition is established amongst wolves, Erador still hesitates on calling Benedict his mate mainly to protect both of them from ridicule from both others and between themselves. Additionally, a mated pair doesn’t necessarily undergo marriage as a human’s testament-of-love custom. That is left up to each pair to decide.

A werewolf scenting another (applying their scent on top of another’s scent to create a “family’s scent”) usually has two major purposes that ultimately mean the same thing: if that person’s affairs are meddled with, expect the other to take action. For this reason usually the young are scented by various other, “higher ranking” wolves to keep them safe from threats, but mates are also scented to 1) say the same thing, but also 2) denote they are taken. Elongated exposure, physical contact, and sharing of odorous articles (like clothing) are the typical ways. Vampires, being dead and not producing a personalized living scent, are both fortunately and unfortunately easy to scent. One side is unfortunate, at least in Benedict’s case, because too many scents can be overwhelming and confusing for a wolf.

The waxing and waning of the Wolf Moon,* a mid-winter mood, marks a werewolf’s breeding season (*the actual term for January’s full moon). During this time, wolves spend most of their time to themselves and separate for solitude as courtesy to the pack and/or a larger unit, like when in a noble house with human members. Pairs remain together while lone wolves deal with being in heat themselves. (Note: “heat” is another terms, like “mate,” in which though usually pertains to females, it’s come to encompass a broader batch.) Because werewolves are also humans with human faults and needs, sometimes lone wolves will pair up for the sake of quick satisfaction without becoming a couple for life, and is why the “one-year span” distinction was the very human addition added into the term for “mate.”

Wolves add to their distaste for Benedict (and Erador) under the guise of how Wolffort’s chief has taken them both as lifelong, sexual mates simultaneously by choice. Though this is in ways true, the three are actually all often at odds with each other and understand little in regards to conducting and navigating themselves through this aspect of their lives anywhere below the surface of simply all mutually “liking each other.” This wasn’t the case when Symon wed Destra because there was a mutual understanding that something vastly human and different from wolf norm was going on with that marriage.

#Symon is doing so much more than kissing them with toungue in the inner working of my mind #but that is also in every universe #Triangle Strategy #Triangle Strategy Vampire-Werewolf AU #Also I focus on the Wolfforts because I'm a Wolfforts guy #like this is what is making my brain go #Haven't really thought about the cast that isn't mentioned #but open to suggestions lol