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sgiandubh · 9 months

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La passante de la Place des Vosges/ The Passerby of the Place des Vosges: in praise of Caitríona Balfe

I have recently discussed, in as much detail as possible without becoming completely boring, S's memoir Waypoints. It is, no doubt, an interesting strategic step, aiming to buy much needed time and respite from unwanted fan attention.

But if there is a memoir I would probably read in a very different, almost sentimental way, that would be hers, not his.

We have an enticing idea of the way she writes, with this lesser known essay published by the totemic NYT just a day shy of her birthday, in 2017: The First Time I Left Home (and Fell in Love), which you can read online right here - https://shorturl.at/uTX12. It is a short, dense piece with a deeply personal, even sentimental, view of Paris in autumn and spring. Something very unusual for the feisty, secretive, almost paranoid C we all know and love (admit it, you do: fair's fair). It immediately grabbed both my attention and highlighter.

Writing about Paris, especially from an Anglo-Saxon/American perspective, is a very tricky affair. So much has been said and done, from Janet Flanner's priceless Letters from Paris and Paris Journal, to Anais Nin, to Edmund White, to Hemingway, to Orwell - just to name the ones that immediately come to mind. In this particular case, we'd be dealing with a nice PR fine tuning detail, with a relatively short lifespan, aiming perhaps to reach a more sophisticated demographic than Twitter banter or a three minutes long Q&A about the current season's antics. But a wonderful detail, nevertheless.

The year is 1998. A young 19-year old Irish model wannabe just landed in the chaotic brouhaha of Roissy Airport and the first contact is brutal, language being a considerable barrier. But before that, we are treated to a masterful bistrot snapshot, with a cheeky, self-deprecating sense of humor. I mean how perfect is this?

Quite a contrast to the dream version back home:

Touché. All the moody young Frenchmen are named Pierre, C. All. Of. Them. As for watching far too many French films, there's always been something very Nouvelle Vague about you, Jeanne Moreau and Jules et Jim & all that, and I have to say this is what I found immediately endearing. I am not talking about Claire Fraser: it is you, emphatically you. The kind of impeccably dressed woman one can find pretending to read Le Monde at Le Café de Flore's terrace in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. The kind of self-evident, celestial creature whose high heels are never heard on any pavement (what is your secret?). Late Jane Birkin didn't even come close, C., mark me. However, red lipstick stains look way better on the rim of a nervously half drunk cup of noisette coffee: but then, that is me.

It was not at all like that, of course, but then something happened just across the street from the Saint-Eustache church, at Quigley's Point, a long gone Irish pub I vaguely remember. Circa 1998, our own boisterous squad used to play darts and get plastered on cheap draft beer and that undignified, syrupy manzana Basque liqueur (idiots, I am telling you, but it was very cheap) at The Bombardier, on the Place du Panthéon, just across the Seine:

Thick brogue, a quick laugh, kind eyes and blonde hair. An interesting combo, for sure. No further comment except well, this is very personal, isn't it? You've said it yourself: sometimes (fun fact: always) the really important people have nothing to do with fantasies. But we know, C, we know.

And then, suddenly, it all falls into place: Stendhal would talk about a crystallization moment. It is that split-second when everything becomes very clear. A pact of sorts occurs and all barriers are lifted. For C, it happened in one of the perfect places of this planet, spare perhaps the Piazza del Campo, in Siena:

No doubt, by tomorrow evening at the latest, I will be crucified by Mordor, but this made me think of that - different setting and context, same type of seminal moment. Draw your own conclusions:

(SRH, Waypoints, Day Four: The Hard Road)

Important things happen, too, Place du Panthéon and this moved me to bits, even if this was not a happy ending. So shamelessly glad it wasn't, by the way:

For (and forgive me for ineptly tinkering with your words) "It’s true, you never forget your first love". And for that man on that random pavement in LA, that will always be you, passerby of the Place des Vosges. The wonder you are, despite anything else: it is perfectly irrelevant.

Jacques Brel says it best, in what is almost a prayer:

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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a/n - i was thinking abt csm and i thought about this! i love angel devil so uh, have angst LOL. this can be read as platonic or romantic!! have this collection of one shots. u can look up angel devil for image ref but his devil abilities are more visible here! anyways thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! titled, "don't go",, also to add salt in the wound, listen to "veil" by Keina Suda if you get the meaning behind it lol

↬ cw: canon typical angst, canon death, spoilers if you haven't read the manga

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The Angel Devil, as they call it, is a demon that appears before humans on the brink of their deaths. That is how they feed. Rather than killing humans in brutal ways and feasting on them, using their Blood Art, they can absorb a mortal's lifespan with a simple touch. Many humans have been spreading rumors of a humanoid entity with long, enormous fluffy wings, and a halo on top of their heads appearing amongst the sickly or dying relatives. They hear them comforting them, then give them a simple caress or a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, old friend."

When Kagaya heard the loud flaps of wings nearing his room, then the silent thud on the tatami mats, he knew it was them, and his smile widened. He heard his oldest friend scoff, the sounds of clothing shifting and their presence nearing him indicated that they sat right in front of him.

"Technically," They drawled, an arm atop their propped-up knee as they let out a small yawn. "You can't, you're blind." It has been years since they last saw each other, both busy with their duties. Kagaya laughed, and to them, it sounded like the gentle tunes of wind chimes, it rang through the light gusts of wind and rippled through their hollowed body.

It was a beautiful sound, one that they could listen to all day long and let their shoulders sag, to sit back and appreciate the beauty that surrounded them.

They didn't even know they could get goosebumps until he heard him laugh after years of separation.

"I'm glad your humor is still the same," He says in a regal fashion. The smile the always wore on his lips was different. It was wide and genuine, the smile he always gives them when he's with them. They felt flustered, looking away from their friend. "I hope you could've visited me, us, more."

"I'm a demon first, angel second," They simply said, eyeing the children peeking through the small opened crack of the shoji doors. "I do not wish to mingle with humans. You know this, right?" Their sharpened nails dug into the cloth of their kimono, chest heavy.

"And yet here you are, in my room, and accepted a huge favor I've asked of you years ago." He gestured for his children to enter the room, startling the poor demon as they scrambled back, anxious that the small (adorable) copies of Kagaya may touch them.

"Don't misunderstand my intentions, I simply accepted it for the ample food source." They lied, and Kagaya knew. With the guide of his children, he took a sip from a cup of tea, offering one to his dear friend, to which they declined. They were more human that they give themselves credit for.

Kagaya asked for a favor. To give his slayers a gentle death. To fight against demons and let them die peacefully. To guide them. To comfort them.

The two friends sat in silence. The demon prepared for the worst.

"Have my lifespan shorted once more? Is that why you're here?" Kagaya asked as if it wasn't a big deal. They bit their bottom lip, abhorring the fact that they could hear the resignation in his voice. It was foul, sickening bile creeping up their throat but washed it away by drinking the slightly cooled tea that they once declined and refused to answer.

And yet, Kagaya knew.

So he changed the subject. "May I have a kiss?"

"Are you stupid?" Their jaw hanged opened, baffled at the sudden request from their dearest and only friend. Kagaya laughed once more and their willpower was slowly being crushed.

"On the cheek, of course. Possibly my forehead or my hand if you're not quite alright with it."

"Do you want to die early?"

"Of course not." He replied, listening to the pitter-patter of his children's footsteps whilst they left the room. Kagaya could imagine their expression. Sharp teeth bared, nostrils flaring, and a glare. But listening to the tone of their voice, the small crack in the middle of their sentence, the slight breathlessness.

He knew it was quite the opposite of what he originally imagined.

"Not a human wishes to pass on early, I am simply asking for a kiss from a friend who has refused to touch me." He heard them click their tongue, but he continued, a somber smile gracing his lips. "I am blind, so I am unable to be ever graced by your ethereal being once again. A kiss will surely brighten my days, for you will leave as fast as you've arrived."

"Speak of the truth, Ubuyashiki Kagaya." They spat, eyes damp. When he didn't answer, they growled. "You've foreseen how you die, am I correct?" And they knew they struck gold when Kagaya closed his eyes. They felt their dead heart drop.

"It would be best if you aren't here on the day I die, my dear friend." He heard another thump against the tatami mats. He could only assume that the demon has laid on the floor. "I... ask of you to guide my children—"

"You don't have to ask for more anymore." They cut them off, shuffling close to the sickly man. "A kiss for a dying man." They say, voice twinged with sadness that Kagaya almost regretted his request.

That night, Kagaya, for the first time in his life, truly felt the gentle kiss of death. Soothing, and reassuring, the fear that gripped his heart faded into nothing. He was ready, and he accepted it.

But the angelic demon, who has gifted countless mortals a quick, painless death with a simple kiss, couldn't. For the first time in their life, tears fell.

"Gods, please don't go." They wracked out a sob, clutching on their only friend's kimono. "Curse you for befriending me when none of your predecessors did! Curse you for earning a special place in my heart! Curse you!" They hissed, his hands wrapped around their torso.

They wanted to reprimand him for touching them, but they knew he'd hit them with an excuse. 'I'm touching the cloth!'

Kagaya could only smile. Their cries reminded him of the light rains on sunny days, wetting his kimono but he could care less. It was a rare occurrence, but still as beautiful as the cold, dark rains. "Thank you for finally being honest, old friend."

"What's gotten into you, angel?" Kanae giggled, a carefree, serene expression on her face, as always.

Their dead heart ached as they clutched their own kimono, forcing a neutral face, as they always had. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year and they had taken a seat on one of the branches, looking down at Kanae Kocho. It was the only safe space for him to be because among the borders of the Butterfly Mansion, were wisteria trees.

"You've come to visit more often than usual." She says, jumping up to the branch they sat on, scaring them out of their skin with how close she was to them. Kanae gave them a teasing smile, jumping to another branch, not too far away but not close enough to be within the reach of each other. "Is this a confession that you truly do enjoy my company?"

And as much as they wanted to lie, they couldn't. The weight was beginning to be unbearable to carry as more days went by. Their mouth was oddly dry, and their hands were sweaty and clammy. Kanae noticed course, she's never seen her demon friend be so out of character.

"...I suppose." They answered. The sunlight's brightness hurt their eyes the more they looked around their surroundings, pressing their knees against their chest and hugging their legs. Their long hair cascaded down their face, blocking some of their features, and their big, cloud-like wings fluttered against the wind. The angel wanted to say more, but it was stuck at the tip of their tongue. They couldn't even look at her.

All the while, Kanae's breath was taken. They looked absolutely mesmerizing, forgetting for a moment that their dear friend wasn't an angel, similar to those written in books from different countries, but a demon that eats humans' lives to sustain itself. But similar to those angels, they looked so otherworldly. Their halo shined brightly against the sunlight that peaked through the petals of the cherry blossom tree, pure white wings that never got stained by blood or dirted by dirt, and a face so divine.

It looked like they belonged under the sun, not in the shadows of darkness. Kanae thought that death certainly wouldn't be that bad if she saw them appear before her, singing heavenly tunes that the dead could only hear.

The two of them ignored the reasoning behind their frequent visits. The two of them ignored the reasoning behind the solemn stares she's been receiving from them, nor the flowers they'd been giving her for the past few days, nor the cries she's heard outside of her mansion, on the roof, late at night.

Even the wails of an angel were beautiful, she thought on those nights.

They've been a good friend being discreet about it too. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to know.

"Please don't go," They mutter under their breath, burying their face against their knees and hugging his legs tighter. They aren't sure if she could hear them, but they continued. "You're more of an angel than I've ever been in my eyes. A few humans had outlived their 'deadline' lest I touch them... I want to help you but..."

Kanae let out a sigh, and they tensed. Sitting next to them on the branch they sat on, they refused to look at her, afraid that if they did, tears would start falling once more. "I appreciate the concern, my dear friend! I'll be one of those mortals that outlived your so-called 'deadline'."

Lies, they wanted to say but they kept their mouth shut.

"May I ask a favor though?"

"Anything,"

"Look after my sister." Kanae scooted closer to them, and they raised their head. They looked into her eyes, soft and filled with sorrow. They gulped, nodding. They could never refuse her either way, no matter the cost. Shinobu would surely grow to hate them.

"Thank you, angel! I'm at ease." Kanae's shoulders drooped as she took off her haori and placed it on their back. Confused, about to ask what she was doing, but their words got caught in their throat when Kanae laid her head on their shoulder. They let out a strained surprised noise but didn't push her off.

"You know, you look so ethereal under the sun. You're like an actual angel." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They wanted to tell her that they were a demon, but they didn't have the heart to ruin this peaceful moment. "It would really be great if you were there for me."

Running a hand through their hair, sighing heavily. "...I'll make sure to give you a peaceful death..." They promised, but they knew they wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Don't go," Was the last thing Sabito heard from them before he stormed off.

He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, gritting his teeth. The two friends had a fight a day before the Final Selection. One moment, they were just talking about whatever, eating together, and pulling pranks on Urokodaki-san (they always fail, but it never stopped them to keep trying) then all of the sudden, his angelic friend started begging him to quit trying to be a slayer.

Sabito knew that the Final Selection would have its trials and tribulations, but did they lack that much faith in him? He had endured the strenuous training given by an ex-Hashira for years on end, swinging his damned chipped sword for gods knows how many times, and slicing that huge boulder in half.

He deserved to participate in this damned exam.

Sabito shouldn't have gotten close to that damned demon. He never understood why Urokodaki-san trusted them enough to allow them to sleep in his own home, watch and coach his students and keep them company when he was out. It felt disgusting. A former Hashira housing a demon? The very beings that Slayers dedicated their lives to eradicate?

Despite this, they all trusted them.

Makomo was the first. Their bored, uncaring exterior never bothered her one bit, and spoke to them as if they were human. She trusted Urokodaki-san, the man that gave them a home and trained them to be great slayers. So if he trusts them, that means she can too.

It blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Sabito won't deny it. A demon is still a demon. No matter how beautiful or kind that demon is.

But, then came Giyuu.

He expected the boy to hate the so-called 'angel' as he did, but it was the exact opposite. Sabito was surprised to see him almost leap at them upon recognition. It turned out, they gave his sister a somewhat peaceful death and led him away from the demon as a favor. They didn't expect to see Giyuu once again, but they welcomed them warmly.

There were a lot of things that they'd never told him. He didn't want to trust them. In the end, he grew closer to them than the two ever did.

So, maybe when they told him to quit, he should've trusted them. Maybe if he listened to their warnings, heard them out for lending him and Makomo a hand during the Final Selection.

But he pushed them away. He didn't want their help. Sabito believed that he and Makomo can make it out just fine. That they'll be official slayers once this was over.

Of course, he was wrong.

His sword snapped in half. Sabito never felt this much pain in his whole life. He was practically covered with his own blood, all the while he heard Makomo scream out in frustration. He couldn't move, his bones are probably broken.

A shadow loomed over his dying body, and he closed his eyes when he saw it was that disgusting demon's hand.

"Move away for a moment, Hand Demon." A voice, so pristine and melodic reached his ears. The sounds of fluttering wings can be heard throughout the field as the wind around them changed. He could hear the demon sputter as it retract its arm away from him.

Sabito's eyes fluttered open.

In their hand was a white sword with intricate designs, covered with the Hand Demon's blood. In their face was an expression he's never seen on his friend's face until now. Brows furrowed, nose flared and teeth bared.

Rage.

"What!? And let you have my well-deserved meal!?" The demon quickly refuted and launched a barrage of arms toward them. Sabito wanted to call out to them, to hold his sword and protect them, but in a flash, its multiple arms were cut clean. Sabito saw them barely move an inch.

"You can have them," They say, face morphing back to their neutral state. A face that hid the inner turmoil and despair in their heart. "They're good as dead... I just want to say goodbye."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the gentle sounds of bells ringing in his ears. His body moved and was wrapped around by something white, smooth, and soft. Was it their wings? For the first time since he entered the Final Selection, he felt at ease. Sabito opened his mouth to say something, anything but closed it when he felt their hand on his cheek, gently caressing his bloodied skin.

"It's okay," They sighed, ignoring the foul smell of their blood that stained their kimono and wings, ignoring the stares of the demons that surrounded them. All that mattered were their two dying friends in their wings, giving them comfort and taking their pain away. "You can sleep."

Slowly, his eyes closed. His body sank further into their wings as all his regrets, doubts and anger washed away. He wanted to apologize, clutching into their arm with the last of his strength but he didn't need to hear them speak or see their face to know that they'd already forgiven him.

Throughout the whole forest, on the last day of the Final Selection, many of the surviving slayers heard the melodic cries of an angel. Singing of mourning and death. It was beautiful and pleasant, the wind turning into soft breezes whilst the sun's rays slowly made their way onto their skin.

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jurassicateer · 8 months

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I saw a recent ask about live feeding and I some questions about this part in particular;

“Paleocuration relies on achieving a balance between a de-extinct species' base desires for comfort and their willingness to accept confinement, and the fact is that most of our more aggressive carnivores (Rexy and the Raptors, for example) require live meat in order to do so. Without an outlet for their natural hunting instincts, these dinosaurs will get morose, frustrated, and eventually destructive.”

At the end of the day dinosaurs are just wild animals. What is it about them on a emotional/psychological level that sets them apart from other wild carnivores like big cats, bears, hyenas, and wolves etc, and more intelligent/aware wild animals like monkeys and apes, in terms of having outlets for their instincts?

In captivity all of the above animals are dangerously aggressive if their needs aren’t met but none of them have live feeding as a requirement. Instead they get things like barrels, balls, cardboard boxes, hanging/scattered/hidden/frozen meat, dog toys if they’re suitable, etc, as an outlet. (And from a worker safety standpoint; I assume protocol would be the same for cleaning enclosures and fence maintenance.)

Also, doesn’t allowing them to hone their hunting abilities increase the chance of the situation you’re trying to avoid? An aggressive carnivore with little to no hunting skills or experience is a lot safer if they turn on people than an aggressive dinosaur with them would be.

An excellent question all around!

The full scope of difference between dinosaurs and modern species is hard to grasp. The world that created them was vastly different from the world of today. It was harsh, brutal, and intense, and we theorize that few of the animals that inhabited it lived to their natural lifespan. The rules, in short, were different, and the necessities of survival we see in animals today were amplified amongst the ranks of megafauna back then.

Bear in mind, also, the extent by which humans have changed the planet, and how many species we've impacted as a result. Dinosaurs had no such point of reference, and over 250-million+ years of existence, it makes sense how such instincts might be so deeply ingrained and hard to shift. Obviously, the ideal is to reach a point where these aggressive instincts are bred out entirely, but we're only just into the second generation of cloned species, and it's going to take some time for these less agreeable habits to be addressed.

Technically we could also erase these behavioral traits through genetic engineering, but we'd rather not. De-extinction is still a complex process, and we haven't fully mapped the Paleo genomes necessary for making that kind of modification without risking unexpected health complications.

Also, just to clarify: our dinosaurs do receive enrichment toys and activities, which have done wonders to improve their moods. Our raptors are given all manner of puzzles and challenge toys to keep them occupied, and our more hardheaded herbivores have similar toys to take a whack at. These have not yet supplanted their more primal needs of course, but with time, who can say? We don't believe it will be very long where even the most vicious dinosaurs will achieve a calmer attitude with these programs in place!

#jurassic world #isla nublar #dinosaurs #jurassic park #camp cretaceous

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Necro AU: Character Profile - Aldehan Adler

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Title: General Belligerent

Affiliation: The Legion

Name: Aldehan Adler

Race: Undead

Sex: Male

Age: Over 400, died at 37.

Nationality: Mondstadtian

Height: 184 cm

Short description: One of the most prominent generals of The Legion. A liche of notable age, Aldehan Adler originates from a time when the Lawrence Clan was still in power in Mondstadt. Champion of Qablu, The Bearer of War.

Long description: Aldehan Adler, despite his considerable age, remains to be one of the best generals to ever lead Beleth's armies. His death toll stands in number beyond counting, and the creatures he and his elite regiment of ancient undead killed would make a disturbingly long list. Being one of the most strict and ruthless commanders earned him the respect of veterans and the fearfulness of new recruits. Throughout history his training programmes gave rise to the most powerful Legionaries Umbra can offer, the most recent addition being the mortal nuisance named Sakurai Denki, a creation of Sunqu. His men are hardened in the flames of thousands of conflicts, resulting in low casualties, unbreakable discipline, and complete lack of remorse. With enough time, Adler can make anyone into a killing machine, willingly following The Great One's every order.

Visual appearance: Tall skeleton, clad in heavy armor. A characteristic dent in the jawbone, related to his death. Red hood over his skull, topped off with a crown. The hood extends into a thin cloak, with the Eye emblem woven in the middle with golden thread. Thick leather gloves, high, solid leather boots. Double belts with a simple clamp. Sheathed sword always on the hip, fully exposed. When engaged in combat, Adler summons a banner in his left hand, bearing the mark of his unit - an ascending eagle.

Personality: Charismatic, but ruthless. Cynical with a notable lack of empathy for the living. Great leader preferring to command from the field rather than a safe tent. Believes that the general's presence among the ranks, as well as fighting among them, boosts morale more than anything. Cares for those under his command. He will go to the Abyss itself for them, and they will willingly follow. Prone to brutality in combat, and lack of mercy afterwards. His word is law for his troops. Devout believer in The Necro Archon.

Model: Tall Undead

Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Vision: Necro

Weapon: Sword

Constellation: Gladius Mortis

Normal Attack: Qablian Bladework - Command

Performs up to 5 slashes with his sword, dealing PHYS DMG.

Charged Attack: Strikes his banner into the ground, dealing AoE PHYS DMG and calling all summoned units to him.

Plunge Attack: Strikes from above with his banner, impaling it into the ground and dealing AoE PHYS DMG.

Elemental Skill: Unholy Summoning

Press: Adler points the sword towards the nearest enemy, and sacrifices 15% of his MAX HP to summon a Wight.

Hold: Adler waves his banner, disbanding all summons. When a summon is disbanded within 5 seconds of being summoned and does not take any damage, Adler receives all of the spent HP back.

A total of 3 Wights can be summoned at a time.

For every summon present on the field, Adler's Max HP is decreased by 15% until the summon is either disbanded or dies in combat.

Wights have a lifespan of 30 seconds, and can be summoned only in combat. Upon leaving combat, the Wights are disbanded.

Wights' stats are based on a percentage of Adler's stats, including HP, DEF, and ATK. DMG% BONUS, CRIT RATE and CRIT DMG remain identical to Adler's.

Wights will attack opponents in melee, attracting their attention. They count as summons, meaning that even bosses and Traunce Bosses will attack them. Bosses will still prioritize the player if they are within reach.

Wights are disbanded once Aldehan Adler falls.

Skill CD: 25.0 seconds.

Note: All summons persist even if the summoner isn't the active character.

Voiceover: Press: "To me!" Press: "Rally!" Press: "Arise!" Hold: "Withdraw!" Hold: "Stand down!" Hold: "They're mine!"

Encyclopedia: Wight

Wights are the backbone of the Necro Archon's armies. Too weak or just not fit to join the Legion, they serve as the anvil to the hammer of cavalry, more elite troops and ranged units. Most are very loyal, but their cores limit their capability to question or resist the Great One. Their average age doesn't usually exceed a hundred years. With decent armor, good training and high quality weapons, Wights hold the line for other troops to deliver the killing blow.

Pros:

+ High HP + Good DEF + Armor + Shield + Ranged attack - a javelin throw every 10.0 seconds + Good lifespan

Cons:

- Weak ranged attack - Slow speed - Low ATK - Melee attacks can’t reach floating enemies - When destroyed with Pyro, the Wight will explode, dealing damage to everyone around

Voiceover: Summoned: "At your command." Summoned: "Your will?" Summoned: "Lead us." Kill: "Feed the worms!" Kill: "For The Great One!" Kill: "Die!"

Elemental Burst: Death March

Adler places down his banner, creating a Banner of Slaughter. All summons within the radius of Banner of Slaughter gain Necro infusion. A knockback occurs, dealing Necro DMG.

Once per 3.0 seconds, spawns a Skeleton. A max of 20 Skeletons can exist at the same time.

Skeletons have a lifespan of 10.0 seconds.

All summons within Banner of Slaughter’s radius have their lifespans refreshed every 1.0 seconds.

Banner of Slaughter duration: 15.0 seconds

Banner of Slaughter range: 30 meters

Energy cost: 80

Banner of Slaughter cooldown: 30.0 seconds.

Animation: The camera zooms into Adler's face. The white points in his eyes glow bright red. Adler lifts his banner above his head and strikes it into the ground, with the camera zooming out to capture the ghostly shapes of soldiers behind him.

Voiceover: “Weaklings, bow before His might!” “Stand with me, or perish!” “Cull the weak, slay the strong!” “Cravens, they flee before us!”

Encyclopedia: Skeleton

Skeletons are the weakest troops at the Necro Archon’s disposal. Their mental capacity is limited to executing orders, with no trace of sapience. They perform mundane and repetitive jobs like work in the mines, farming or guard duties. Their combat use is rare, since their lackluster skills make placing cores inside them a waste of time, resources and Necro energy that could be spent on creating Wights. Despite this, they are cheap and easy to summon en masse as meat shields for more valuable troops, temporary protection for liches and necromancers or for flooding enemy positions. They fare decently against weak and average fighters, making up for their temporary nature.

Pros:

+ High ATK + Shielded + Summoned in high numbers + Doesn’t explode upon death by Pyro + Fairly fast

Cons:

- Low DEF - Low HP - Low lifespan - No ability to attack floating enemies - No ranged attack

Skeletons don’t feature voice lines.

Passive I: Forged In Bloodshed

Equips Wights with heavy armor, granting them +60% DEF. Their shields are steel-plated, making them unburnable.

Passive II: Call The Dead

When a living, humanoid enemy is killed during the duration of Banner of Slaughter, a Skeleton is spawned. Extends the lifespan of Skeletons by 2.0 seconds.

Passive III: Sacking

When Aldehan Adler is in the team, Mora dropped from enemies has a 1000% multiplier. Mora obtained from chests has a 300% bonus. When Aldehan Adler opens a Ley Line: Blossom of Wealth, he obtains 25% additional Mora.

Bonus Ability: Necromantic Mastery

Replaces the special dish ability. When Adler crafts a Summoning Schematic, he has a 20% chance of obtaining double the product.

Encyclopedia: Summoning Schematics

Summoning Schematics are craftable gadgets that allow the player to summon a Necro entity to aid them in combat, at the cost of a portion of the summoner’s MAX HP. They have a cooldown of 300.0 seconds.

Constellation I: Flood of Death

On activation of Death March, three Skeletons are spawned. Increases the spawn frequency from 3.0 seconds to 2.0 seconds.

Constellation II: Unending Warfare

The MAX HP penalty for casting Unholy Revival is decreased by 5%. Wights gain a 10.0 seconds increase in their lifespan.

Constellation III: Desecration

Increases the level of Unholy Revival by 3.

Constellation IV: Violent Delight

When a summon kills an enemy, Adler gains 10 Energy and 15% of his MAX HP as healing.

Constellation V: Ruthless Discipline

Increases the level of Death March by 3.

Constellation VI: Sustained by Slaughter

When a summon kills an enemy, their lifespan is reset. 30% of DMG dealt by summons is returned to them as healing.

Thanks for reading!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact au #genshin au #au #genshin impact necro au #genshin necro au #necro au #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #oc #necro au aldehan adler #aldehan adler #genshin impact gameplay concept #gameplay concept #necro au oc

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snailsweater · 2 years

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The hedgehogs were a lesson from Kan for Vegas.

Look, Kan, the guy who literally beats his kids, would NEVER give Vegas, who he doesn't even really recognize as a son, anything just to do something good for him. Vegas didn't have a job with the hedgehogs. Unlike dogs, he can't train them to attack or anything like that. Hedgehogs serve no purpose for the mafia.

So why did Kan give Vegas the hedgehogs?

Sadly, it is easy to tell:

To make him realize in the most brutal way that Vegas will always be alone.

Imagine: Vegas, who has watched his animals die all these years. He was forced to remain cold every time. No emotion to show. No attachment.

By Kan giving him the hedgehogs, in his own sick way, he was pretending to Vegas that he was giving his son something to be with, to take care of (why Kinn and Vegas are both just the greatest caretakers I'll explain another time). He has thus given Vegas something that doesn't see him as a mafia, in front of whom he doesn't have to be strong or meet expectations. But Hedgehogs have an incredibly short lifespan. And Kan knew that every goddamn time.

He's given Vegas something to bind himself to, only to have it snatched from him again and again. Vegas is someone who, deep down, is just looking for someone to be with him. He is desperately reaching out for something to hold onto. He had no choice but to develop an attachment to the hedgehogs. But they die. Vegas watches them all die. Kan gives him new ones each time, to further inculcate in him the lesson that he should never have feelings or attachment for anything against. That everything he loves will end up dead.

But then now the beautiful question arises: What if he finds out that Vegas has attached himself to something that can't be killed so quickly?

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #kan #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas hedgehog #hedgehog meta #my brain says poof #its all just my thoughts about it i can be wrong #still hating Kan tho

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paragonrobits · 9 months

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one aspect of Avatar the Last Airbender's storytelling is a criticism of ruthlessness as a guiding principle. It's not hard to see that the series is DEEPLY critical of the idea of the only guiding principle being what you want and doing whatever it takes to achieve that end; thus do we get the Sozins, Ozais and Azulons of the world, as well as General Fong and the other antagonists of the series. The series is on the side of those that stress spirituality, harmony and an era of peace, and criticizes those that will do ANYTHING to achieve their goals.

In this regard, let us consider Avatar Yangchen, who is often hailed as an excellent example of an Avatar, and also one who is implicitly ruthless; both in her advice to Aang to sacrifice his spiritual well being (and, contextually, doing that sort of thing for an Air Nomad in his position is to be defeated by one's own failings) and in the majority of her actions. She is generally considered a peak Avatar for this reason, in and out of universe.

However, novels indicate that she was incredibly hated by the spirits, because she was extremely biased against them in favor of humanity, and whenever humans wronged the spirits, regardless of context Yangchen ALWAYS sided with humans, brutally punishing the spirits that were involved.

This in turn roused hatred, resentment and bitterness among the spirits against humanity, and generations later, they still were full of hatred and rage. This in turn led to a resurgence of more malevolent spirits, and Avatar Kuruk was hampered by the consequences of what Yangchen had done, and in trying to pacify these spirits, he drastically shortened his own lifespan and died young, largely ignored by history and dismissed.

Yangchen could be seen here as seeking quick, short-term solutions that immediately solved the problem, and in the short term, they did solve the problem, but they were not harmonious solutions, and only bred further problems in the future, and may well have contributed to the deliberate distance and hostility spirits seem to exhibit for the most part in Aang's time. Ruthless actions solve IMMEDIATE problems, and produce the seeds of further problems in the future in a perpetual cycle of doom.

#queued #atla #i am genuinely bewildered by how much this fandom lionizes ruthlessness when the show is VERY hostile towards that mentality

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kayas-kosmos · 1 year

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Flowerpunk Bestiary - Brain Bird.

Introducing the brain bird.

This cute little ball of fluff is known for one thing - its uncanny ability to provide anyone who meets its gaze the power to only ever make the right decisions in life. However, this comes at a heavy cost.

Due to how small and vulnerable these creatures are, they have no choice but to team up with a larger host. The brain bird slowly starts taking over the host's capacity to make decisions and the host eventually becomes entirely dependant on this bird. Because of the bird's tragically short lifespan (average 1-2 years), the death of this bird spells disaster for the host. Eventually, the host either suffers a tragic crash in ability, often leading to horrible outcomes like a ruined life, destitution, relationship breakdowns, starvation or death.

The birds have been seen as a bad omen across cultures and have become the victims of brutal culling. However in recent years, they are highly sought after and are becoming increasingly difficult to find as the magical creatures die off. It is rumoured that the few that remain are owned entirely by the billionaire class. Many people have questioned why on earth anyone would want anything to do with these creatures, but there are throngs of individuals who are already at rock bottom - be-it because of addiction, debt or other modern-day perils - that would gladly give up their decision-making skills to have just a small taste of success.

It is heavily speculated that the birds are not acting out of malice. Cryptozoologists found that the birds form an extremely strong bond with the host, and it would appear that it is this devotion to the success of their host that slowly drains and eventually kills the bird in the end. Dissections of their brains have uncovered highly developed centres of the brain that play an important role in emotional intelligence and problem solving.

Skeptics have even claimed that the birds don't actually change the lives of their hosts at all, that in fact the whole thing is a scam made up by rich idiots trying to sell desperate people snake oil. The brain bird may be nothing more than a placebo effect.

Though not entirely solitary, the birds prefer the company of their hosts to one another. Mating season requires the bird to have their host transport them to the mating grounds for a week or so, where the birds show off their hosts to one another. The birds wit the most successful hosts are usually the most successful at getting a mate.

It is also unclear how these creatures communicate since they are completely mute and refrain from moving around too much. Presumably, they communicate telepathically, and some evidence that suggests this would be the needlessly-long staring contests the bird engage in.

Their diet consists primarily of seeds, nuts, berries and vegetables. In particular, they love water cress, broccoli and spinach.

Like most magical creatures, these birds have Mana-Ganglia distributed throughout their bodies, the highest concentrations of which sit behind their eyeballs. They are also speculated to be able to shape-shift into elf owls as their primary disguise.

#Flowerpunk #Speculative zoology #speculative ecology #fantasy art #fantasy artist #birb #cute birb #creature design #artists on tumblr #webcomic #bestiary #mythical creature #look into my eyes

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blankd · 4 months

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People are very familiar with how konami utterly fucked the Silent Hill IP and in that vein my personal franchise that "got SH'd" would be Breath of Fire.

Certain fans assigned the 5th game (Dragon Quarter) as being what killed it, but I'll defend that game for being a fairly unique RPG (and good!!) in its own right. I feel like if it came out now, people would appreciate it more.

It's relatively short (if you're fast you can legitimately beat it in <8 hours), brutal (flavor/setting + finite resources, finite enemies) and there's a simplicity to it that people seem to mistake as a problem rather than a choice.

read more of me rambling on about how one mechanic can uniquely define a game

One of the loudest fan criticisms of DQ is that it didn't have the dragon gene mixing/summons people loved and that there was !!only one dragon form!! But I'd say it was a worthy sacrifice for doing more with the dragon mechanics.

Your dragon/"I win" button was strapped to Ryu's/the MC's lifespan- sure you'd get devastating dragon powers, but it would also eventually kill him and could deadlock* your game if you abused it. Even walking around would (slowly) tick up the death counter which generates a good sense of urgency *without* condescending railroading.

As a result of this, DQ features something most of the other BoF games generally lacked, meaningfully dangerous encounters.

Other entries would be more typical random encounters that could be snuffed out or eventually grinded out of being a threat.

Meanwhile DQ has finite enemies (and EXP). Battles would take place on a 1:1 map, terrain, enemies, hazards, and items were retained from the normal map and vice-versa.

The game also cranked up the stakes by having limited hard saves (it required a consumable item), but still allowed you to have a soft save anywhere (the latter would be deleted upon reloading the game). Retaining your progress was always on the line and properly framed the dragon option as a temptation with consequences.

*note: the game wasn't so unfair as to leave you without any recourse, you could get a Restart+ where you carried over some items and EXP from a failed run to start the game over again, but leave it to gamers to puzzle out a way to exploit this courtesy to grind/farm, kudos on figuring it out but newspaper whap for going against the spirit of the game

This sort of decision working mechanically, playerwise, AND as a story point was a unique experience. Most games get bogged down in complexities and convulsion but DQ kept to a simple and sweet execution of "this power comes with a terrible price" and is a stronger experience for you.

As a game designer, the cohesion of story and mechanics is a solid inspiration.

Anyway did you know that there was a BoF 6? It was a mobile game and it shut down in about a year. Yes it is was soulless as it sounds. Yes the art is as bad and generic as it sounds.

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Bonus Round! BoF Game Rankings + Misc.:

BoF:DQ (in case it was not obvious) is my favorite of the series, it's an RPG I can easily revisit and enjoy, truly a lean game. My ideal remake would tidy up the graphics to be nicer and to tweak some fiddlier bits, but the best I can hope for is a lazy port just because I don't think there are many copies (and more people should play it!). The NA box art is a crime though, horrible, 1000 years dungeon.

BoF 4, I like the overall plot and what it tried to do, there's some dodgy TL but I like the weird dragons and the art. Unfortunately it suffers from being in that PS1-PS2 transitory era and from RPG trappings of the time.

BoF 2 (GBA) has a a soft nostalgia spot in my heart. The TL work was incredibly jank, but is what defined JRPGs for me with its funny little freak party and the whiplash of weird goofy shit and Horror that Just Works.

BoF 3 and 1: I never really got around to properly playing either of these and have no real motivation to fix that.

I actually own the BoF artbook (in Japanese) and if you happen to enjoy them, I rec the the purchase even if you know nothing about the series. It actually contains *art from all 5 games* and having a consolidated timeline for how the art evolved over time is fascinating.

#blankd's blabbies #breath of fire

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chthonicgodling · 6 months

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@marscats37 making these two question responses into its own post bc I’m sure I’m about to write another essay <3EDIT AFTER I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS POST - Yeah this is another esssay lmaoooo

(re: this post right here)

1. Does Ker hate Maci for immortalizing Tory away from death and overriding her?

haha. hahahahahaha well. yes and no. First of all- let it be known again and stressed how little Ker CARES about politics lmfao???? Thanatos was SO MAD that Maci was like. alive. literally his overarching villain goal was to find a way to kill her, kill everyone, maybe take over the underworld if he could swing it and all the other gods were dead, etc. Ker’s villain goal is…. uhh violently eating people as is her designated Fate? secondarily Consuming and Unmaking Chal Because Chal’s Existence is An Embarassment to Her? But as a she doesn’t fuckin care what the Princess is doing, the Princess is just ANNOYING and loud and Ker has never had patience for her through all her dealings with Hades.,, and thats the main reason she dislikes her a dfkfk BUTTTTTT-

however….. however. Re: Tory. When Maci brought Tory to the Underworld as her new pet mortal you may recall me mentioning (possibly, idk what’s common knowledge anymore? Maybe on the second blog fkfkf) that it was Mass Chaos like the Underworld’s feelings on mortals is veryyyy different than Olympians tend to be and so, first if all, gross. And then a specific slap in the face to the death gods. But Tory was not only “maybe” going to possibly violently die if Maci hadn’t whisked him away - he WAS going to, as Tory actually had a near death experience shortly before his deification—

Not the time Thanatos attacked him before he and Maci were dating; when he deliberately did not kill him to leave Tory for Melinoe.

Nnnot the time either that right after, Melinoe arranged to have Tory attacked by a ghoul who assaulted him and injured him brutally afterwards -

But after ALL that- once Maci and Tory were finally together - and once Hades finally discovered that his daughter was dating a mortal - Hades fully tried to murder Tory himself and almost DID. in fact he’d strangled tory nearly to unconsciousness before Maci showed up and uh, set everything on fire - and that was so long ago tory would never remember that for a brief… split second before he could breathe again… there was almost the figure of a gruesome seven foot goddess glowering in his face—

(Tory’s been through so much lmao.)

uhhh yeah if Maci hadn’t showed up right when she had Tory absolutely would have Violently Died™ ?! Ker was just doing her job! but instead the Princess showed up out of fuckin nowhere, and that supernatural Fated drive to appear when mortals are about to kick the bucket suddenly fizzled away as his lifespan was lengthened— I’d like to think that Ker knew right then and there what and who Tory would become. The death gods are all a lil bit psychic like that. and ssshe wasn’t happy about it. also I’m sure her second thought was “ohhmmhggods thanatos is gonna whine about this forever 😑” so yeah, when Thanatos was like “hey I’m gonna get back at the Prince and Princess for the 8 millionth time and it’ll work this time if you help me by giving me a child to bully and brainwash” Ker did not object to this - no love for either of them yknow, and a very mild sulky somber grudge

I will say that though she’ll be mildly bitter forever, Tory at least once he did become a god has earned the respect of everyone in the Underworld for both balancing Maci out and also for being like, a good prince, and also a cool prince, and also like, a great deal intimidating so. Ker regards him coolly at arms length and I wouldn’t say she RESPECTS him in any real way but. maybe slightly. He’s kind of tolerable now that he’s a daemon himself. guess that leads to the next question!

2. Does Ker ever feel threatened by anyone!

….short answer is no. The perception of Cocky invincibility is a personality trait innate in all three Deaths (including Neo whose biggest flaw is being unblinkingly fearless in literally any situation)

lmao but. long answer. S. Sort of! Actually kind of yes maybe like. once……. Wellllllll there is a short list of people who Ker has “fought” with or have at least been able to successfully clash with her without being obliterated into paste. once again cheerfully reiterating that Thanatos is not one of those people and Ker quite frequently was able to knock him around when he got too mouthy with her

Tory firstly has Tried To threaten her once Neo came into the picture, he’s always kept her at cautious arms length at his end bc they do need a mentor for Neo of course. but when Ker got pissy that Tory and Maci wouldn’t let Neo start to work with her at the age of 10 Tory (tried) to put her in her place by intimidation - it did work to back her off but not bc she was intimidated - just bc she fuckin. Needed Neo and could not risk Tory withholding her from her duties. So She just uh. Spoke briefly to neo and gave her her scythe and then moodily stalked away with the compromise of neo training with her at age 15 (it ended up being age 13!). there was one other time Tory did physically fight Ker and I will get to that in one second but before that—

there’s Epi. Epi has actually brawled with Ker twice within canon (possibly more in the past who knows!), as a relatively imposing daemon himself who most people are very much afraid of. First canon brawl - now, Epi and Loki’s son Vryk, who you’ll recall died and came back to life - is such an abomination to Death itself due to his undead status that he’s actually extremely unsettling for any death gods to be near, of course it’s only Neo and Ker at this time. (Neo manages.) Epi’s another sibling of Ker’s from Nyx’s brood of hundreds and at her insistence he’d actually reluctantly taken Vryk to visit Nyx outside of Elysium - upon which Ker HONED IN on Vryk’s horrible energy and appeared to try and dispose of him. At the threat to his son Epi wasted no time in shifting full daemon and LEAPING THE FUCK ONTO KER where they screamed and clawed at each other like hissing cats until nyx peeled them apart. Vryk is the future god of necromancy! Ker will hate him SO MUCH when he grows up! Does Ker find Epi threatening?? Ummm i guess not seeing as she fully made a move to eat his son out of his arms with no hesitation to consider how Epi (again. EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF EPI. Epi also eats people!) might react. him biting the fuck outta her at least gave her… pause?? no one won that fight it was a draw lol

The second time Epi got to attack Ker to try and threaten her is also the first time Tory did which was of course when Ker ate Chal’s arm off <333 the threats of Tory to deny her access Neo if she did anything to Chal, as she looomed over them all menacingly, fell COMPLETELY on deaf ears - Neo’s tutelage was not conditional (she hissed, over and over again, a direct quote.) when she finally tricked Chal into crossing the barrier so that she could try to eat her, Tory and Epi both daemon shifted and attacked her and this. did literally nothing to her. she did not care at all. She retreated only bc it was annoying having two furious daemons chewing on her and trying to tear her apart; with Maci appearing at the distress call to grab Chal to safety, Tory and Epi grabbed Loki to help hunt Ker down and the three of them followed her in the hopes of some sort of successful threatening punishment and to make her somehow return Chal’s eaten arm. They did find her, in her own cave surrounded by the Keres spirits, and none of the three of them could get her to flinch - and this brings me to the entrance of the one person who HAS successfully managed to intimidate Ker -

it was Bel :)) bel wins the Ker threat battle

or, well, the entity that stretches across Bel and Ty in two bodies, as they both showed up right there interlinked together the wayyy they doooo to be spooky and. Haha I can’t believe I’ve never drawn or like. mentioned this???? Fuckin ABSOLUTELY furious that Ker had actually attacked chal - and to the absolute chagrin of alarmed dad Epi & Loki & Tory - Bel confronted Ker and snarled that Chal no longer belonged to her to try and dispose of (Chal belonged to bel now, how DARE you 🥺). when Ker once again did not flinch, for who the fuck did epi’s child think he was talking to her like that— Bel (and Ty United) used his psychic telepath powers to puppet-force Ker beyond her own control to dispel all of the Keres, verbally swear to forfeit her claim to Chal and leave her alone forever — AND THEN FORCIBLY VOMIT ALL THE PIECES OF CHAL’S ARM THAT SHE’D EATEN until she backed down :)

and so. I guess. That’s the real answer. in a poetic twist of Fate because it all comes back to them, the only person EVER who’s been able to successfully make Ker feel threatened has been the 💕now husband💕 of her own abandoned child, poetic fucking justice. also we do this a lot in Elysium I’m realizing after typing that all out. the amount of times Maci and Tory have gone bezerker for each other….. It’s ok I Love This

PHEWWW WELL THERE YOU GO sorry to ramble again but!!!! if you made it to the end I hope these very long winded responses answered your questions THANK U FOR ASKING THEM AAHHH

#oc talk #GIGGLES CACKLES #uhhh. hmm. there’s… triggers in this I supppose -#death tw //#emetophobia tw //???#choking tw ::#idk idk! phew this one is good I think THANKS MARS #replies

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the-solar-panel · 9 months

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(( Sobbing over D.an H.eng/D.an F.eng (which means potential spoilers for lore) under the cut. ))

So I know it's not been revealed what D.an F.eng's sin was, but the theory I saw floating around that it was him trying to keep Y.ingxing from dying, despite the fact that extending a short-living species' lifespan is forbidden on the L.uofu, kills me.

I 100% understand that he broke the rules. I 100% understand that he was punished for breaking the rules. But damn. All he wanted was to keep Y.ingxing alive. All he wanted was to not lose the one person that meant the most to him. And not only did he lose that person by being exiled, but he also made that person want revenge for preventing his death (at least from how I understand it).

Brutal.

Give D.an H.eng a hug.

#( headcanon: blade )#( headcanon: dan heng )

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mobolanz · 5 months

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For the odd oc ask game: 🍋, 🍓, 🍫 and 🍻, feel free to answer with any or more than one character of yours. :D

Ahhh thank you!:3 sorry this took quite a while since I love putting thought into it every time I answer hence my answers aren't exactly short and for that It takes time I couldn't afford

But nonetheless here we are!:D picking Evelyn ofc & Mia for that . When one isn't occupying my brain, the other is filling her place 🍎💐

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

Evelyn's one would be for sure....for sure... no. no. Y'know what? They all pile up little by little but with major steps to form the idea she's undeserving of any sort of life she wants to create for herself and the happiness that comes from it.

Be it if it's an awfully early memory of a time back at her old home she was barely older than 7 or 8, and got awfully curious about the pretty nightsky in the only window near the ceiling of her room she hardly ever left without careful watch of the maid for a reason never clearified to her. So she tried to for a tower from a small chair, a few books and her emptied toy box to get there. And of course it ended with her fall and wail. But it felt like her father and the maid's first priority when rushing to the room wasn't treating her bruises and wounds, but yelling at her for such irresponsible behaviour that'd probably make them look neglectful on the topic of raising her. Even reaching as far as old hag calling her spoiled and ungreatful for "that's the use you make of all the gifts this (flithy rich) man brought you? Satisfy your own greed(innocent curiosity of the unknown she's being sheltered and robbed from) ??"

Or maybe the early teen years situation of her being unchanged. Then came the golden opportunity to her in the form of her father's friend's son's words. It looked so much like a win-win situation for everyone. How can that artifact be so valuable to the family just laying there to gather dust and not be used by her, a member of this family- to bring them further luxurious successes? Wasn't that what she was born for? Be a perfect heir in the place of a sister who failed them?.

So how come this got her thrown out of the house constantly shielding her? Deciding they had enough.

How come this one thing she never properly was informed further was bad... made her ten times worse? In an instance an Irredeemable scum. A waste of space. A snake leeching on a kind man for years.

Even the person to drag her out of her supposed punishment told her in her face she agrees. And uses it to blackmail her.

Or the time she was leaning on the railings. It was sunset but the sun was still high up in the sky. It's been that way for a few good months back and forth. Juliette tasked her to the shores of an island she kept Bragging had no sense of humanity on it (while mocking Evelyn's age & upbringing-natural naivety). Then someone shouted "they're back!". That was the most brutal sight her eyes encountered yet, she barely even paid attention when they began sailing back. She froze one moment and then it was midnight of her knocking a door where behind the same sight was. Unchanged. That will be burned into her mind often with everytime, everytime that man got hurt. Now she'd cling so long as it's possible and wouldn't loosen to let him drown now as she did then.

Gradually somewhere along those four years she was already in love with him. Yet they'd never be allowed, he keeps telling her trying anything further might get her publicly hanged. He wouldn't speak of what it'd do to him. And not just that, it'd be pointless, he sealed a deal that cost his lifespan long before he knew her. She knows he wants to protect her and had he never done all that and actually been with right to have her, he would've. So for someone that initiated it in wish to help, it's like she inevitably hurts someone who wants the best for her. All...all over again.(man the parallelll of good intentions, resulting in the opposite,,, and realizing this happened nore than once and will be so again. Like when he decided to "admit it and be done with" once confessing to her,,, and the reason he can't be with her is more about the harm it'd cause her than for him,,, so he also concluded with intent to help,,, ) Yet this time that person wouldn't be cruel like she deserved.(godddd I'm not normal! She's like him in that mindset so muchhhh!!! When she entered he was surprised she wouldn't kick and spit in his face!!! ) But that made knowing it all more painful. It only makes her yearn and miss more.

And what she concludes from all of them?

"You brought it on yourself..."

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

Mia's is in fact jasmines!:3 in fact she keeps tending to a bush on one at her home. (Fun fact: is considered the queen of flowers and is called the "Belle of India" or the "Queen of fragrance")

Plus,,, it's only another bonus it happens to be her man's favourite flowrr x3

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

Mia would say that's the window seat in her room since forever. Sometimes she even just leaves any sketch or notebook she took there to have it settled for her, more inviting to go on with what she wanted or start something new. Now not to make overreacting parallels once again, ,,, but the way it gives her a good angle to notice anything she wants in the city- down to every detail and be drawn to it.... It feels both like a ghost passing through it all and trying to reach up; and like a queen watching down from a tower on the kingdom.

Wallflower indeed >w<

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Evelyn's situation would start off with ensuring she indeed CAN afford to relax- That means recollecting memory of all over it and making sure she hasn't forgotten anything asked from her and got it all and properly so done. She's a strong denier of "if you forgot, it wasn't important"- no it just means she's getting sloppy and excusing it to much for comfort, maybe someone else relied on her enough to ask and she proved to be unworthy of it. Perfectionist babydoll please half of them wouldn't even approach a puddle if something important to you fell there. ;-;

But we talk about ACTUALLY relaxing! So that'd make getting to the balcony, or open field and take soft breathes through the remaining time of the sunlight with the sky painting orange, then red, then purple, normally she'd also let the evening breeze touch at her skin so probably fold her sleeves . Once going back inside would prepare a good warm bath and stay there, maybe a facemask too for a treat. I doubt afterwards it'd include anything to watch or read, or even music. (Except maybe a weak humming of a song that comes to mind from her when sitting outside) She felt too dry and groggy to focus properly and it wouldn't be enjoyable to put too much effort like it's yet another task and not a self care matter. Making some hot drink like chamomile tea and honey and in contrast to outside, now letting herself warm up in her room under some blankets.

If the day truly stressed and worn her out to unusual level she'd go to sleep even earlier than normally so it wouldn't itch into the next one.

And not to imply anything but having someone that'd run fingers through her hair, embrace her close positioning her on the lap close to the chest or kiss her somewhere, or even massage her shoulders.,,,, throughout any stage of it? Or even all? she couldn't ask for more. <3 🤭

odd oc asks

#asks #oc asks #missnobodymadness #mai thoughts #mai writes #aot oc #sailor moon oc #miacore #evelyncore #amethyst

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