#with fire siblings that are still full on asshole mode

[legacygirlingreen]

June 1889 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Part 2)

Warnings: Brief mention of Solomon Sallow being a drunk Asshole, and parental loss

Masterlist for fic here

Word Count: 3,300

And time can't stop me quite like you did

One month. One after, cold, depressing, and exhausting month in Feldcroft. The neighbors she had met were nice enough, she supposed. One of the merchants was always kind enough to offer her and her siblings sweets, feeling sorry for their disrupted childhood. Another man in the town had started teaching her younger brother how to fly a broom, as he loved quidditch The only exception being Mr. Sallow next door. 

One night she had been out in her own yard reading with a small enchanted lantern, a habit her grandmother had secretly endorsed despite her mothers protests. The moon was high and full, the brisk air being combated by the blanket she’d wrapped around herself as she laid on the soft grass. It had to have been close to midnight when the neighbor in question stumbled back up the hill, bottle in hand. As he came around her home she turned a page with a sigh, seeming to startle the drunken man, and he suddenly went into a fit of rage. 

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing outside so late ?! You’ve scared me nearly to death! Reading in the dark no less? I ought to go straight to your Gran-“ he started shouting, waking her mother and grandmother, as well as several of the neighbors as he roared into the night, frightening her. As he had come closer she had backed up, accidentally knocking over the lantern, starting a small fire along the grass at her feet. 

The flames quickly moved up, catching her right foot in the process, and she cried out in pain as her mother rushed outside to see what was wrong. Immediately her mother flew into protective mode, shouting at him to back up as her Gran made it over and doused the flames before she was burned too badly. 

“Go home Solomon.” Her grandmother said sternly as the man threw the glass bottle against the side of their new home, shattering it as she knelt down beside the girl to examine the burn. 

“I pity those children he watches, especially the boy” her gran muttered under her breath as she helped calm the pain with a simple charm. The burn still aches but not nearly as much as it had. 

“I’m sorry I hadn’t told you to steer clear of Sallow… he’s usually fine but sometimes when he’s got a hand on the bottle-“ her Gran started but she stopped the women. 

“I - I was just reading” she said with a wobbly voice, tears continuing to fall from her eyes as her grandmother looked at her softly. 

“I know. That man is just very bitter, for reasons no one will truly understand. Let’s get you inside. We will sort it out tomorrow. I’m sure once Solomon sobers up he will be back over with his head hung low.” The older woman said, as she brushed her hands on her skirt, and she hobbled in the house to get something more effective at healing the burn on her foot. 

That had been the previous night and she went down stairs that morning to her mother’s grim appearance. She tried to push the fear she’d felt at the neighbors outburst from her mind as she hobbled across the kitchen. In her mothers lap sat the youngest of her siblings, munching away on some fresh fruit. 

“How’s your foot looking this morning” her mother asked and she didn’t respond, simply bringing it up to her mothers free knee so she could inspect it. 

“A little better but it still looks quite awful. How about I run to hogsmead and see if the potions shop as anything to help?” Her mother asked and she just shrugged, putting her foot back down as she moved to the kitchen to retrieve an apple before going to the front door. Sliding shoes on, careful with her burn, she left without much of a word. 

Stepping outside, she moved slowly, trying to avoid putting much weight on the foot. As she walked her skirt moved up and exposed the portion of the burn along her ankle to the brisk air. As she made her way around the towns circle, she came to sit at the base of the floo flame. 

Since moving here she’s taken to sitting along its back. The thought she could just toss in some powder and be back in France made her feel less alone. From the backside of the stone she has a view of the ruins atop the hill and privacy from the town. Given feldcroft was populated by few people, rarely was the floo network even used. 

Given her normal spot made her visible to the sallow home she opted to sit in front of the flame, hiding behind the small stone wall in case Solomon was out and about. Grabbing her book she sat there for a while, looking up every now and again to stare at the flame and thought of their home in France…

She ran through the lavender fields, hiding in the massively overgrown flowers. To a normal adult the flowers came up over the waist but to her small childlike frame she could hide easily within the rows. 

“I’m going to get you my little flower fairy!” Her dad shouted playfully as she ran through the fields before dropping down and hiding. 

They often held this routine when he got home from work. He’d chase her and actually would give up until she snuck up on him. 

“I guess my little fairy isn’t here today… I suppose that means I have to eat all her dessert myself…” he said, whistling before she heard his footsteps heading back towards their home. 

Taking that as her opportunity she moved, sliding closer to where she could see him in the fields. Just when she was about to reach out and touch him she felt someone touch her shoulder-

“Sebastian! Don’t startle her” a girls voice called out as she jumped. 

Quickly she realized she had fallen asleep by the floo flame her book still propped up on her knee. 

Brown eyes. That was the first thing she noticed when she looked up. Not far from her own, she saw dark brown eyes, similar to the color of chocolate frogs, staring down at her. 

The boy was kneeling, trying to match her height the best he could, despite still being much larger even while bending down. He still had his warm hand placed on her shoulder from where he’d woken her up. As she looked at him, still startled from being awoken so ungraciously from her dreams of France, she took in every detail of his beautiful face. 

Concern evident in his drawn, dark eyebrows. Round button nose, with nostrils slightly flared. Full lips, slightly parted showing just a hint of straight white teeth. His face was absolutely covered in freckles. It was hard to find an inch of his skin that didn’t seem to be covered in blemishes now that she really got a good look. His dark eyelashes fluttered as he looked to her, seemingly to determine if she was alright. All she could do was examine how his dark curls fell over his brow and down his collar so brilliantly...

Are you alright? 

She hadn't even realized he had spoken until he quirked one of his bushy eyebrows at her. 

She simply nodded, still finding words difficult as she stared at him. It wasn’t until his sister laughed and spoke that she stopped her gawking. 

“I think you’ve rendered the poor girl speechless” the girl spoke with a chuckle as the boy, whom she vaguely recalled being referred to as Sebastian, rolled his eyes at his sister. 

“Cut it out Anne” he said, annoyance in his tone before he turned back to her. “I apologize for my sister. We weren’t exactly expecting to step back into Feldcroft and see a sleeping girl… although I don’t blame you if you’ve been reading Mystical Secrets of the Ancient Magical World , the title is a bit misleading as it is dreadfully boring” he said carefully grabbing her book. 

Before she could speak he offered a hand. For a moment she simply stared at it, analyzing the freckles which spilled down onto the skin along his knuckles. She hasn’t seen many boys close to her age’s hands, but she quickly noted the way his looked much more square than her own. Realizing she was still just looking at him she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up. 

“There we are. Do you live around here or did you wander off?” He asked and she turned towards her grandmother’s home, pointing to it. 

“You must be Mrs Evelyn's granddaughter from France! Your gran always speaks about you and your siblings. She said you love to read. What are your favorite books? Do you attend Beauxbatons? You look a little young, perhaps you haven’t gotten your wand yet… mine is aspen wood. Did you know aspen wands are used by those said to become accomplished duelists? I am actually in a secret dueling club myself at school. I don’t mean to brag but I’m quite good… Are you here for a visit or-“ the boy began to ramble without so much as a breath between his questions and anecdotes. 

She hardly cared, simply looking up at him and smiling bashfully in his face as he rambled. She kept looking at him, stealing glances at his robe, baring a green crest with a snake, along with the 3 piece suit he wore also in a pale green plaid. His sister wore a similar outfit, only difference being a skirt instead of pants and a slightly different collar to the button down shirt. 

“Sebastian you’re going to overwhelm her” the girl, Anne, spoke, pushing her brother out of the way with a smile. 

“I’m Anne and this annoying boy who doesn’t shut up is my brother Sebastian, we live here with our uncle Solomon-“ Anne started but at the mention of Solomon the girl's eyes grew wide with fear. 

Sebastian picked up on the girls immediately fear at the drop of his uncle's name and watched intently as her eyes dropped down to her feet. When he did so, Sebastian realized she had been putting her weight on one foot instead of both. 

“What did my uncle do that frightened you?” He asked sternly, interrupting his sister as the girl looked at him wide eyed. 

“Sebastian I don’t think-“ Anne said but he cut her off once more.

“She looked like she was going to immediately swell up with tears at just the mention of uncle Solomon. Not to mention her foot or leg is injured. So again,” he said turning towards her before continuing, “what did my uncle do that scared you”. She was taken aback by how gently he spoke, eyes laced with concern as she looked from the home back to him awkwardly. 

“I, I was reading late last night, on the lawn of my Gran’s house. He must’ve come back late from the fields I suppose… but when I turned the page I think startled him because he started to yell and shout at me and then…” she said softly, looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact. 

Once again Sebastian bent down while setting her book on the ground, having tracked her eyes looking down at her leg. Gently he pushed aside the edge of her long skirt, seeing the burn going from her leg down into the confines of her shoe.

“The lantern got knocked over by accident -“ she tried to reason as his finger gently reached out to brush against her burned skin before he looked up at her apologetically. He was no stranger to his uncle's violent outbursts but he felt awful knowing such a young girl had to experience one all alone.

Carefully bringing out his wand he muttered a spell she didn’t quite hear and suddenly the pain in her injury stopped. The skin didn’t fully heal externally, remnants remaining visually, but the pain went away fully. He once again brushed a gentle finger over her skin before pushing the bottom of her skirt back down and standing up. 

“I’m sorry you had to experience that. Might I ask where your parents or Gran were when this happened?” He tried to gauge the gravity of the situation, as she shivered, having finally realized how much she enjoyed the way he carefully caressed her skin. 

“My mom and Gran were asleep…” she said as he moved the trunk he had out of the way, gesturing to his sister to head back to their home. At his movement the girl nodded, using her want to levitate both their trunks and start heading back towards the house without a word.

“Why on earth were you out so late on your own?” He asked. From his tone she gathered that the boy had immediately felt a sense of protectiveness over her, most likely due to her age. She realized he was a few years older, but inside she was screaming that she didn’t need to be treated like a child. 

“I- I’ve been going outside to read at night. I can’t stand the way the house sounds at night.” she said as if it explained the odd behavior. 

The boy only sighed, looking at her, trying to make sense of her aversion to sleeping in the house at night. “It takes some getting used to how all these old houses settle in the late night with the cold air and the wind on them. I know it's loud sometimes but-” he started only to be stopped mid sentence by her. 

“This house is too quiet... I miss my Papa’s snoring…” she said quietly as she looked down, a small tear working out of her eye. She brushed it away, holding back the rest as she didn’t want to cry in front of the boy. 

He didn’t say anything as he looked at her. Truth be told he understood the feeling quite well. 

“I miss my father’s snoring as well.” He said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder again, attempting to explain that he too understood how grief often manifested itself in odd ways. “He used to nearly shake our flat back in London with how loud he was. My first nights here were… also quiet.” Sebastian explained, turning the girl’s body around slightly before slightly pushing her to start walking her back to the home. 

She didn’t say anything. Neither did he. They simply traversed the small walk to her grandmother's home while he kept a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“Does it… does it go away?” She asked him after a moment. 

“No. It doesn’t. It gets easier but never goes away fully.” He said looking at the young girl. Her accent confounded him. He’d never heard someone speak like her. It must’ve been the hybrid of having a Scottish mother and a French father, because her inflections sounded odd. 

Before long he found himself on the stoop of his neighbors home, hand comfortingly still on the girl's shoulder when he knocked. As he did so, he looked down. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf, for reasons he’d never know. Her shoulders felt so fragile, and bony, much like a little finch. She stood so much smaller than he did, despite not being that much younger. 

Eventually his staring was disrupted when the old woman next door, who had patched up several of his injuries inflicted by Solomon, opened the door seemingly startled to see him alongside the girl. 

“Oh Sebastian I see you’re back home for the summer. Met my granddaughter y/n have we?” She asked with a mischievous grin. 

“I have, although she hadn’t exactly told me her name. It’s nice to meet you y/n” he said looking down into her eyes with a soft expression, loosening his grip on her as he came to stand behind her. 

“Why don’t you get inside dear, you’ve been in the sun a while, you look sunburnt. Go find that aloe plant I keep on the windowsill of your room” her grandmother said, gesturing to the house. 

Taking one last glance at the boy the girl smiled and turned to him with a small curtsy. “Thank you Sebastian” she said, with a grin before ducking under her Gran’s arm and stepping inside. 

When she came inside she lingered on the stairs, catching glimpses of the boy, as well as his hushed whispers with her Gran. 

“I’m sorry about uncle Solomon”

“It’s not your fault dear… you know better than anyone how he is drowned in the bottle”

“Your granddaughter had no reason to be on the receiving end. Poor thing looked like she was going to faint just hearing his name mentioned earlier” she heard him say with a sigh and she caught a brief glimpse of him pushing his hair out of his face. 

“She’s been through a lot lately. Losing her father, having to move to a place she doesn’t know, around people she doesn’t know. I’m sure she just needs time to adjust” her Gran spoke.

“Still. I’ll try and keep the wrath of Solomon off her and her siblings the best I can. Might be best to warn them not to go near the house if at all possible.  Nor leave the little ones out alone just to be on the safe side.” Sebastian said to the older woman, giving her his word and advice. 

“I appreciate it, Sebastian. Now get home before your uncle has a meltdown” she said shooing him from the doorstep before closing the door. 

“I know you’re listening, you can come down now” her Gran said with a smile. 

She simply sulked back down the stairs, realizing she’d been caught eavesdropping. She expected a reprimand for being rude but the older woman surprised her.

“He’s a very handsome lad. Very smart too, you know?” Gran said and she immediately blushed as the woman looked at her. 

“I, I -“ she panicked as her grandmother laughed 

“Dear, that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile since you got here. There’s nothing wrong with harboring an innocent crush on the farm boy next door… Why don’t you help me cook supper tonight? I’m sure a feeble old woman like me could use the help of such a strong girl like you” Her gran asked as she nodded.

Later that evening after she’d helped with dinner, and aided her mother in getting her younger siblings into bed, she returned to the private loft and saw the window open. She recalled leaving it cracked but not fully open. On her desk sat the book she had earlier. Sebastian had taken it out of her hand and set it on the ground, neglecting it in the grass. Strange it was back here on her desk.

When she opened the cover a small note spilled out as a quiet snoring sound filled the air. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, but it filled the silent room with background noise.

Dearest Neighbor,

Nice to meet you. Remind me to show you my book collection sometime if you get bored. I took the liberty of charming this one to make quiet snores so you can sleep better if you leave it open. I hope it helps. 

Bienvenue en Ecosse, 

Sebastian S 

(Wizard Extraordinaire and Farm Boy next door)

She put the book on the table next to her bed, letting it lull her to sleep. And sleep she did, soundly, and with a smile on her face as she replayed the image of his unruly curls and brown eyes in her mind.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #fluff #hogwarts legacy fandom #anne sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy fic

[evilcatgirlwizard]

now ok i would have to reread power of three and the next arc thats just power of three 2 but. formulating a rewrite. its bonking around in my head but hm what if i get every fact wrong. thinking

the only facts i know for sure is that Scourge n Firestar are from the same litter and Scourge gets to live and becomes a medicine cat. he does go through the horrors though, but thats ok. Scourge and Cinder1 teach Leafpaw, though Cinder1 dies on the journey and Scourge doesn't promote Leaf until half a year after they've gotten to the lake territories because he is Scared Of Losing Her. squirrel and leaf are generally Younger, and Squirrel doesn't get to follow after Bramble on The Journey (but someone else relatively young in Thunderclan does, undecided) because she is Maybe 7 Moons Old She Is Too Young. Squirrel/Bramble also just doesn't happen, Bramble is actually her mentor and still a piece of shit towards her. Scourge+Fireheart and Tigerclaw's first litter w/ Sasha (before he has a litter w/ Goldenflower) is Swift n Hawk and he has them around the same time the litter w/ Fire, Scourge, Princess, And Scourges Asshole Siblings happen. Princess and Fire have some mild birth defects that their breeder is adamant to get them fixed so they get separated from Nutmeg and the Scourges before any even open their eyes thus Scourge and Fire straight up do not even Know they're full brothers. Princess and Fire get their defects nudged into place before they start growing like a weed and end up going from the doc's straight to a new family each. Etc etc. Tiger's second litter (w/ Goldenflower) is Tawny and Bramble. He finds Sasha again when exiled and has one final litter w/ her, of just Mothwing. She ends up finding her older brother Hawkfrost who is like heyyyy look i get this clan stuff more than you heart emoji lets be besties here in Riverclan where I've been raised since dad hates to even look at us <3

wow none of that is comprehensible. eh. damn i didnt even get to The Three. well. they're ScourgeHawk kids because toxic transgender yaoi (which one is trans? wish i knew!), raised by Cloudtail and Brightheart, w/ the only folks who know being Squirrelflight and Leafpool (Scourge told CloudBright that he just Found Them, Leafpool knew something was Up and confronted her mentor who told her in confidence, and Leafpool couldn't keep it from her sister.) The fire scene is Squirrelflight standing in front of The Three, w/ Ashfur fully believing they're somehow Squirrelflight's kids (because hes stupid) meanwhile shes in Overprotective Older Cousin mode and ends up killing him <3. The Three see however and they gotta juggle the fact that their parentage is someone in the clan and the fact that Squirrelflight killed a man to protect them and that secret. waggles fingers. Tawnystar is also endgame, and Bramblestar isn't. Evil isn't genetic, Brambleclaw is just an asshole, Tawnystar is hailed as the best leader Shadowclan has had in generations because she's Good At Her Job (its the Goldenflower influence! After Tawny left for Shadowclan, Goldenflower followed her and also joined Shadowclan to keep her safe. Tiger was pissed and Golden acted as a barrier between Tawny and most shit, making sure her daughter grew into a strong woman. When Tiger takes over Shadowclan and moves into Riverclan, he executes Golden along w/ one BlueOak (maybe BlueCrooked tbh) kit and one GraySilver kit. Tawny leads the insurrection of Shadowclanners against him <3)

okok im gonna stop bc god most of this probably doesnt sense. goodnite

* NOTE: IF ANYTHING IS WONKY DONT @ ME IM STUPID. time is fake and i hate retconned familial connections unless theyre funny

#warrior cats #warriors rewrite

[shotofire]

Sibling Rivalry

TODOROKI x F!READER

BAKUGOU x SISTER!READER (no, not incest. We don’t allow that here)

•Overview: Bakugou is your crazy brother who would die before he’d let you date Todoroki

•Warnings: cursing, angst

•Season: in the season one range, but it’s not specified

This fic is more of a Bakugou brother au then a Todoroki fic, but I love it.

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Getting accepted into UA was your greatest dream come true. You’d imagined it happening for years, you’d practically counted down the days until you could take the eligibility test. And when the day came you absolutely killed it, you did better than your twin brother Bakugou.

He had totally freaked out when the results came back. Saying how, “It was rigged,” and, “There’s no way you could’ve done better than me.” But you knew he was happy for you, deep down in his angry heart he was proud to have a sister like you. Your mother constantly told you how much he admired you but may never admit it, even if he was on his death bed.

You didn’t really mind him though, he was your brother and you cared for him. Siblings aren’t ever going to let the other get the upper hand especially under your guys’ circumstances. You both wanted to be hero’s, more importantly the number one hero.

From day one you and Bakugou have competed to be better. It was one thing after another. Your parents even said you two fought for the ‘better rattle’ when you were babies. There’s no sibling duo that shows rivalry better than you two.

But, there was also admiration. You may argue a lot and possess crazy anger issues, yours being way more controlled than his, but you were still joined at the hip. You both didn’t like the same people, both wanted to be hero’s, had a mission to get into UA, and wanted to save people.

The only thing that really bothered you about Bakugou was the fact everyone was afraid of him. He made it hard for you to have friends, and especially boyfriends. Guys have always been scared to even talk to you because of him.

When you got into UA you hoped things would be different. Maybe he’d calm down because he’d reached one of his goals, but no. He still yelled, he still got angry, he still picked on Izuku, and he still tried to boss you around.

The constant drama Bakugou was starting among your classmates was unbelievably tiring. It seemed that he had a problem with just about everyone you talked to, and would yell at anyone who even glanced at you. All you wanted was a good experience at UA and your brother was making it pretty much impossible.

The main reason Bakugou acted the way he did towards certain people was because of you. He’d heard the things boys said about you in middle school and it made him want to rip them to shreds. It didn’t take a genius to know that you were a very attractive girl, and boys naturally gravitated towards you. But with Bakugou in the middle they always backed away.

You used to tell yourself that the one who didn’t back down was the one for you, but it seemed like that day would never come. He was like your personal bodyguard that you didn’t ask for and didn’t want. You even gave up on liking boys pretty quick. You accepted the fact that every guy was going to be scared of your insane brother.

Then you came to UA and met him.

Shoto Todoroki, truly the best looking boy you’d ever seen. He had these two different colored eyes that had you breathless, and his hair looked so soft you just wanted to rake your fingers through it. More so, you wanted to talk to him without Bakugou around.

Todoroki and your brother were constantly at each other’s necks competing, and you were tired of it. There’s no way Todoroki would even consider talking to you knowing your brother practically hated his guts.

“Give me an actual reason why you don’t like Todoroki,” you had asked one day, “and you can’t give me some bullshit response. Tell me what he’s actually done to you to make you so angry.”

Bakugou grunted and narrowed his eyes, “he thinks he’s better than me!”

You had only scoffed at his response before dramirally rolling your eyes, “did he say that to you? Or are you just butthurt that someone might just naturally be stronger than you?”

Yeah, that conversation really pissed him off. All of his responses to you for that next week consisted of aggressive yelling and calling you annoying. Brotherly love, you just couldn’t get enough of it could you?

Today was a new day, it was Friday. So once the day was over you didn’t have to hear Bakugou pick fights with other students for two days. You really valued the weekends, you could shut your room door and be in your own space. Bakugou eventually came to talk to you out of boredom, but was never necessarily mean when doing so. It’s actually the only time he’s somewhat tolerable.

“Can you not be on full asshole mode today, just for me?” you ask, pleading with him.

He only huffed dramatically in response. His fingers were gripping at his backpack straps tightly. Something was wrong with him you could tell. It wasn’t even a twin thing, he was just obviously distressed about something. You had no idea what could already be up with him this early in the morning, but you never knew with Bakugou.

You take your seat, which was right next to your brother, and couldn’t help but glance at Todoroki. He had his chin propped up on his hand and seemed sleepier than usually, but he looked so cute. He felt your gaze and his eyes met yours, and you gave him a small smile. He sleepily smiled back and you felt your cheeks heat up.

When you turned back towards the front you could feel your brothers eyes burning into you with anger. You look at him with a annoyed expression and dramatically say, “What?”

He only ignores, eyes still looking at you as if you know why he’s being like this. But really you had no idea, he expected you to know the root of every single little anger issue he had.

The day went by and he continued to ignore you, and when he would speak it’d be one word laced with attitude. You’ve about had enough of him being like this, especially when you had done absolutely nothing wrong.

Your class was outside doing some training  exercises when you decided enough was enough. You grabbed your twin by the ear and began pulling him away from the group, and they watched in amusement.

“Let go of me you brat!” He says with his ‘scary’ voice, but it was nothing to you. You use your quirk to heat up your fingers and that makes him shut up.

“You’re going to tell me why you’re being and extra bitch today before I embarrass you infront of this whole class!” you whisper yell at him with stern eyes and hands on your hips.

He lightly chuckles at you, “Someone sounds like Mom right now.”

Yep, your angry side is coming out right now. It was only two months into school but your classmates had yet to witness just how angry you can get. It can be way more intimidating than Bakugou, and you sometimes loose control.

Bakugou noticed the anger building up within you and can feel your classmates eyes looking from afar. He knows you’d be so ashamed to let them see you in your worst state. He moves himself so he’s standing in front of you, and the only thing prying eyes can see is his back.

“C’mon (y/n) breath, don’t go all fire bomb on me. Our class would be more scared of you than me,” he says while having his hands grip your shoulders.

Sometimes it was hard for you to come back to reality when he made you this mad, but he knew how to fix it. You took deep breaths but anger still coursed through you. Yes you were calming down and more aware, but punching your brother in the face would definitely do the trick.

“Now tell me what your problem is,” you say through gritted teeth.

You were tired of this. All of the class heard how he had been talking to you and it was stressing you out. You didn’t want to look like his weak sister who let his words walk all over her.

He lets his hold go on you and wonders his eyes around to look at anything but you. He’s acting all weird all of the sudden, hostile. As if what he’s about to say is going to make the situation even worse than it already is.

“I, uh, may or may not have read your journal,” he starts and your eyes widen, “and know that you like Todoroki.”

You can’t even stop yourself before you’re kneeing him in his groan as hard as you can. He drops to his knees and that’s when you take the opportunity to smack him in the face. You guys may fight a lot but he was your bestfriend and you were to him. And the fact he broke your guys’ privacy rule like this pissed you off.

He yells out in pain before dropping to the ground. His hands stay cupped on his center and there’s already a bright red handprint forming on his cheek. Your classmates stare in complete shock, none of them had ever seen you act this way.

Mr. Aizawa wasn’t happy with this little scene. Usually he lets you two talk it out whenever you’re bickering because you’re siblings and that’s just the best way to go. But to disrupt his class this dramatically without a care in the world pissed him off.

The black haired man was already walking towards you two. The whole class couldn’t even say anything. The fact that you just got Bakugou on the ground with two hits was beyond impressive, and you didn’t even have to use your quirk.

“You two, laps around the school until I tell you to stop, NOW!”

For the next hour and a half of school you and Bakugou ran. You lost track of how many times you’d gone around once your head started to pound. He kept trying to talk to you the entire time but you just kept telling him to, “fuck off.”

Not even once in your life had you gotten into your brothers business. If he wanted to tell you he’d do it himself, and you’d rather it go down like that. Finding out something you’re not supposed to know would make you feel like a bad sister. So you knew Bakugou felt like shit right now, and you wanted him to feel that way.

Finally you could come back to class, but the period only had thirty minutes left until the day was over. The classroom was filled with you and your brothers heavy breathing. Also, you both smelled like shit.

“Take the dynamic sibling duo as an example to not disrupt my class,” Mr. Aizawa says, and you wished you could kick him where the sun doesn’t shine.

The bell rings and Bakugou once again tries to talk to you, but you cut him off, “I already have to deal with you when I get home you dick. So the least you can do is let me walk by myself.”

He doesn’t say anything, he only walks away. Bakugou only seems to understand his limit when it comes to you. He knew he went too far reading something so personal. You’d never did anything like that to him, so why would he do it to you?

You keep your head down as you stuff your books aggressively into your backpack. Anyone watching you right now probably thought you were crazy. You feel a presence walk up to your desk and you tighten your jaw.

“Katsuki Bakugou, if you do not leave me the hell alone i’m going to-“ “Um, sorry it’s Todoroki.”

Your breath hitches as soon as you hear his voice. You halt your movements and slowly lift your head up to look at him. He had a blank expression on his face but he obviously had something to say.

“Oh my gosh Todoroki i’m so sorry. I thought you were my brother, well duh I thought that. I’m just so mad at him I assumed he came back after I told him to go away cause he always does that,” you nervously laugh and realize you’re rambling like an idiot. You gulp and quickly zip up your backpack before slinging it over your shoulder.

“Um, do you need something?” you ask as politely as you can.

It takes a lot for you to get nervous, and this boy definitely doesn’t the trick. You’ve talked to him a good amount of times, but all conversations were short lived because of Bakugou. And each time you have talked you said something stupid out of the growing nerves in your stomach. He never seemed to mind though, but you still chewed yourself out about it.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you’d mind if I walked you home?” He asks with a soft smile.

Your heartbeat increased lightening fast and your words got caught in your throat. He’d never ever asked you anything like this, the boy had never even talked to you outside of school functions.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind,” you say with a squeaky voice and your cheeks heat up. You looked like a complete idiot, but thankfully Todoroki thought you were adorable. Only if you knew.

The walk home was nerve racking but Todoroki’s easygoing self calmed you down a lot. He talked about how his dad was the number two hero, how he wanted to do better, and how life was going. He asked you questions as well, in all honesty he seemed more interested in talking about you than him.

He was awful sweet as the walk went on. You’d never met this side of him and you were enjoying it. You even made him blush a few times which blew your mind. You making Todoroki blush? That’s insane!

“Well,” you say sadly, “this is me.”

He glances at your good sized home before looking back at you. He looked as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“What is it?” You ask concerned.

“Well, I uh,” he purses his lips, “Someone may or may not have told me you had a little crush on me.”

Your mouth fell open and your face reached a full shade of red. His cheeks were red as well, but no where near as bad as yours. You were literally about to panic from how bad your nerves were swirling in your chest.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” you grunt.

It was so hard to not yell right now. You knew he was inside, probably watching tv with your bag of chips. All you wanted was to slam his face into the concrete where you stood. Obviously kneeing his jewels wasn’t enough.

“No, no. I’m glad he told me,” he waves his hands, “Cause I am interested in you too.”

“You’re what?” you ask completely unconvinced, “He put you up to this didnt he? Is this all some big joke to get back at me for embarrassing him?”

Todoroki doesn’t know what to say. You were visibly getting angry, you kinda looked like Bakugou. Of course angry Bakugou didn’t phase him at all, but a pretty girl he had a liking for was a whole other story.

“No, it’s not! I promise!”

You look into his eyes and see how concerned he is. It takes you a few seconds to remember that Todoroki isn’t a complete jerk like your brother and would never entertain you like this. And even if Bakugou was a jerk he wouldn’t go this far.

“Shit, i’m sorry,” you say while looking down, “I got too in my head.”

That’s twice today that you’ve let someone see your anger that you can barely control at times.

“It’s okay (y/n), really. I understand you’re on edge after today,” he softly smiles, “Would you wanna go get some sushi tomorrow?”

Your frown turns into a smile and you nod. At this point you could scream for joy or beat Bakugou up just for the hell of it.

“I’d like that, a lot.”

“Okay,” he says with the same soft smile that you adored, “I’ll be here tomorrow around seven in the afternoon, is that fine?”

“That’s perfect.”

You walk into you living room and there sits your brother doing exactly what you knew he would be doing. Sitting on the couch with your bag of chips in his lap while watching his dumb show.

He looks at your happy expression and sarcastically smiles with chips stuffed him his mouth. You could tell him was angry, as if he knew what state you’d ben in once you walked in the door.

“Why did you tell him I liked him?” you ask

“Cause I knew he liked you too,” he answers while chip crumbs fly out of his mouth.

You crunch your eyebrows together and sit yourself next to him on the couch. You grab his jaw and yank his head to face you, looking at him suspiciously.

“So somehow you knew he liked me,” you say and tighten your grip on his jaw, “and out of the nonexistent kindness of your heart decided to help your sister out?”

He pulls his face out of your grip and puts another chip in his mouth, “yeah, so what?”

You can’t help but smile. This was his way of apologizing, and it really was the best apology ever. He may be an asshat at times but here he was doing something for you cause he cared, even if he hated every second of it.

“Oh my gosh!” you said loudly, “You love your sister! This is insane!”

Of course you already knew this, you were just being sarcastic to bug him further. He didn’t pay you any attention and continued to watch his show. You could cry cause you were so happy. You had a date and your brother did something nice for you. It was a good day after all, even through all the bad.

You got up with a big smile, “Thank you Baku.”

He only mumbles in response, still not wanting to acknowledge that he did something nice for you. You get up and start walking to your room, but your brothers voice stops you in your tracks.

“(y/n),” he says, “if he breaks your heart i’m breaking his face, and every bone in his body.”

You only giggle at him, “It’s a deal.”

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[flying-elliska]

I finally finished Call Down the Hawk ! Here’s my first reaction (very spoilery!!!!) 

- On the whole I loved it. Loved most of the new characters, the themes, the more grown up vibe and the expanding worldbuilding. Is very clearly a set up, opening novel so a bit frustrating in the pacing but nothing major, just a lot more questions than answers. I just felt like it was still the start of the novel, rising tension and then boom ! the end. Had the same feeling with the Raven Boys tbh. But mostly I didn’t want it to end so soon. 

- this book is so sad ? but sad in a nuanced, gotta cope with it, adult sort of way. Like TRC was about a cool adventure quest, of course there were threats but it was full of magic and friendship and the thrill of becoming yourself and wanting *something more.*This is about stopping the end of the world and people having no good options and I can’t think of one main character in this book that isn’t like...subtly devastating. But it’s sad in a way that centers the agency of the protagonists and how much they care and how hard they’re trying, so it doesn’t feel fatalistic or gloomy. It’s just *arrrrrgh my heart*. They’re all trying so hard to cope but if they don’t find a better way to cope with their problems soon it’s going to kill them. Lol the young adult mood nowadays or what. 

- Ronan broke my heart, really. I loved that on one hand there are clear signs that he’s grown so much - he is able to show tenderness, to be open about his sexuality, he’s taken control of his dreaming to a point where he’s capable to help Hennessy - but at the same time he’s clearly depressed and he doesn’t know his place in the world and feels like everyone is moving on without him. Because the implications of his powers make it impossible for him to live a ‘normal’ life. Surviving your teenage years and self-acceptance is only the beginning ; then you have to deal with a world that isn’t made for you. He needs to find his people. This is just so, so relatable for a neuroatypical twenty-something...feels like a punch in the face. I am sooooo happy he found Hennessy and I can’t wait to see where their relationship goes. Worried about Bryde and how easily he could manipulate Ronan, though. Also, I am interested in the new sun symbolism attached to him - the kid permanently dressed in black with his ‘night horrors’ previously - now he’s making little lights/little suns everywhere in the guise of fireflies or floating flowers or little lights ; he has sundogs and a sun blade. Obviously there could be a link to the fire that is slated to destroy the world (and Kavinsky’s fire dragon !!!!) but it can also very much go in the direction of ‘stepping into the light’ and full life giving potential and sun-drenched tomatoes and happiness. MAN his arc in this trilogy is going to rock so hard i just cannot wait. 

- I just love Hennessy and her girls so, so much. The idea of living with clones of yourself is so fascinating to me...the fact that Hennessy struggles with the similarities with her mother, the artist who killed herself, and how caring for the girls seems to be a substitute for caring for herself, which she can’t manage. That scene in the bathroom...heartbreaking. Like can you imagine not being able to sleep for longer than 20 min ? That’s torture. Nod her relationship with Jordan, so complex. This idea of ‘my parallel universe self can live a better life than me if I keep all the self-hate’ ; of dreaming a better version of yourself. They care for each other so much but there is so much resentment being trapped in that state of being too. I wonder why Hennessy dreamed copies instead of something else : out of a need to be less alone with her plight ? To find others like her ? Or is it a darker ‘take her not me’ way to hide ? The fact that she gets a moon sword in the end (the moon being a reflection of the sun duh) makes this symbolism all the more present. Maybe she had this struggle of feeling like a copy of her mother, beautiful and wild and doomed and codependent on the man she loved. I can’t wait to see where this goes. I was just heartbroken that most of the girls had to die. Plus some bi rep yayyyyy (and more characters that are not white dudes ftw). It’s interesting that the Lace picked her specifically to torment ; I can’t help but feel it’s tied to that unsteady sense of self. Anyway, I really hope Hennessy gets to a place of love and self knowledge and self care and being surrounded by people who love her. I feel like her POV really underlines how tiring it can be to doubt yourself so constantly. 

- Declan Lynch ! Wow, I just love love love a POV switch that shows unsuspected depths about a previously disliked character. His arc is really *eldest sibling plight* taken to the extreme. Being boring for survival because you can’t afford to be a problem. Yup, extremely relatable too. It’s very refreshing because a lot of the MC of TRC have this ‘edgy cool we don’t like rules vibes’ which can come over as very immature (i meah duh they’re teens) and Declan had to grow up too fast and his sticking to the rules and trying to impose structure on Ronan’s life and completely draining his own life of any sense of joy or individuality, feels half like a survival technique half trauma response stemming from the terror of being given responsibilities at way too young an age and coping with the chaotic environment he grew up in and the constant threat of discovery. It’s like, textbook ‘child parentalization’ and it really sucks and Niall Lynch is an incredible asshole. And Ronan is pretty much stuck in father worship mode and turning all his anger towards Declan. The growth there...is going to be super therapeutic. And I love his thing with Jordan. Survival makes it impossible for them to be their true selves but they find something true together ? Aww. I can’t wait for them to be together at the Barns, which is really Romance Central in this universe. (I foresee angst too but ehhhh). And more art flirting and museum dates. 

- I also love how dream beings are getting more autonomy in this book. I think Declan distancing himself from Jordan in the end is this old complex about being non-magical and therefore inferior, but also because he doesn’t consider dreams to be real people capable of consent or interiority. I found the idea of Aurora Lynch always extraordinarily fucked up and in this book we learn it’s even worse - that she was basically a copy of Declan’s real mom ? Imagine growing up with that...no wonder he hates Niall. Though the idea of Mor O Corra doing the same thing is really intriguing, makes you wonder what the fuck happened there (was it a mutual decision ? was it a revenge thing ? Man their whole family is just so messed up lmao. But I just love the idea of Boudicca and the magical lady mob though.) And Matthew learning he is a dream and starting to deviating from his ‘happy but kind of dumb’ behavior in the previous books. He’s always been this previsible creature but now he isn’t and I feel like a big difference between him and Jordan was this knowledge. She has this knowledge of what she is and she immediately has more sense of self and agency and I feel that that’s a key theme of the book - knowledge, self knowledge. It’s basically what the ‘Call Down the Hawk’ title links to - Bryde talking about the man who turned into a falcon and then a hawk and learning so much about the world ; calling down the hawk would mean the man coming down and sharing this knowledge ; for Ronan it’s as well meeting and helping Hennessy ; so it’s about knowing your own nature through meeting people who are like you, as well. I love !!!!!

- Adam ! Not enough Adam in this book. I spent the book missing him, but that makes sense, because that’s the mindset Ronan is in. He represents what Ronan can’t have, and the Longing tm just permeates the whole book. Everytime he appears he’s just the epitome of cool, whether as dark academia vibes Harvard Student with his queer clique the Crying Club or Hot Motorcycle Boyfriend. He knows exactly what Ronan needs - understands his distrust when Ronan wonders if this is the Real Adam, tells him ‘go slow’ instead of just don’t, wants to take a look at Bryde to check the dude out, drives eight fucking hours on a motorcycle he can’t even drive properly to spend three hours with Ronan...he’s just like a dreamboat in this one lmao and after all the shit he went through in TRC...Therapeutic. But he is also increasingly distant and it’s so painful in a delicious way - the longing between characters who are already together but who are being kept apart by life is one of my fave angst tropes ever. Ronan wants to grow old with him and has romantic horny farmer dreams about him and the whole ‘tamquam alter idem’ thing...Boi i die that shit is just so...Romance tm. And I love how true to them it is, they’re achingly tender and yet there is still that strong chaotic shithead vibe between the two of them. Honestly the fight with the murder crabs was fucked up but made me laugh so much too. But then Ronan not being able to stay ? HEARTBREAKING. Ronan having Adam under ‘MANAGEMENT’ in his phone...really fucking funny but also feels like Ronan puts a sense of stability and direction in Adam and now that Adam is so distant...he feels extra vulnerable so he compensates with jokes. Ouch. Anyway I really want more about Adam and the Crying Club. Adam’s mix of cold, calculating pragmatism and compassion and understanding ? I love him so much, damn. I hope he’s a POV character in next book. I can see Ronan disappearing with Bryde and Adam looking for him, tbh. He’s too important to Ronan to stay on the periphery forever I hope. 

- the Carmen Farooq-Lane chapters were my least favorite, especially when she’s with Parsifal - it felt kind of repetitive. I feel like Maggie’s villain chapters are often sort of a weak point - the bad guys tend to be either ‘Vague Ominous Cosmic Horror Entity that wants to Destroy Everything’ (also often a terrifying reflection of mental health issues/existential terror) or ‘Evil Prep’ lmao, and I had the same feeling w the Whelk or Greenmantle chapters in TRC. That said, I feel like Farooq-Lane has potential. Her persistent self delusion about how she’s the good guy is fascinating. Her ‘evil sibling, obvious trauma hidden by politeness and cleanliness, probably is going to have a redemption arc’ thing feels very Gray Man. Her punching Ramsay moment was very ‘hell yeah’ and tbh I already ship her with Liliana - who feels a bit underdrawn at the moment too, but interesting potential. The Moderators, still, feel a bit too ‘generic lawful evil agency’ yet, but the concept is interesting. I really really love Bryde as an idea though. His speeches to Ronan are fascinating ; from one aspect they really illustrate a fascinating concept of the Earth coming back to real magic but from another, he sounds like a cult leader. Selling this idea to vulnerable people that their difference makes them special - and well Ronan and Hennessy definitely are, but does that make them better than other people ? Seen as how Ronan reacts to Declan, it feels like he would be vulnerable to that idea. Hennessy not so much ; I can see her accept Bryde’s help out of pure necessity maybe, but not be swayed by his lies. I really feel like they’re going to need each other. 

- So much cool worldbuilding...The Fairy Market concept is amazing (but also scary as shit right...like they’re selling people ? Probably dreams but that is still fucked up as hell ? Then again we’ve seen dreams die in pretty casual circumstances so the question is very much ‘so...what is personhood here?’). The idea of Visionaries is absolutely horrifying. Some people saying Adam could become one ? My god I’m not sure if I could stand those levels of angst. His ‘seeing the future of the world instead of people’ thing though...feels very compatible. Or at least like Adam could contrebalance the Visionaries’s visions somehow at the very least. Anyway, this is going to hurt. But it’s cool to have more answers ; the ending of TRC left a lot unexplained in my mind about the Lynch fam or why all those people wanted the Greywaren so bad etc. So this is very satisfying. 

- So Miss Maggie really went wanting to be normal at the expense of your true self is no way to live and also if you don’t create what you need to, you're going to die ? haha thanks for the callout i feel attacked. But honestly her saying that this was about the necessity and price of creation man I am soooo interested in where this is going to go next. All in all a stellar book, 10/10 would read again to overanalyze (yeah more than this even), most frustrating thing is waiting for the next one 

#call down the hawk #cdth #cdth spoilers #maggie stiefvater #pynch

[starlingsrps]

henry shaw char. dev.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: henry oberon edmund shaw

REASONING: henry and oberon were his father's doing, edmund was his maternal grandfather's name. he will give you all that he has to never point out his initials.

NICKNAME(S): hal for family but...don't.

PREFERRED NAME(S): henry

BIRTH DATE: november 1, 1989

AGE: thirty

ZODIAC: scorpio

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY: english

ETHNICITY: caucausian

CURRENT LOCATION: london

LIVING CONDITIONS: p good. he’s not far from his parents and has enough space for his ever expanding library.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: london

HOMETOWN: yep, still london. was shipped off to eton when he was eleven but that's barely out of town.

SOCIAL CLASS: lower upper?

EDUCATION LEVEL: doctorate in literature

FATHER: richard shaw, 59, actor/director

MOTHER: portia byrne-shaw, 55, actress

SIBLING(S): hermione, 28; imogen, 24

BIRTH ORDER: oldest

CHILDREN: oh fuck no

PET(S): a mutt named scout. scout is more important to him than most people.

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: the entire royal shakespeare company has known his business his entire life.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: like, a couple. he's had serious relationships before but nothing really in a year or so.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: nah

ARRESTS?: nah

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: tv presenter

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: like, it pays. and he gets paid to talk about what he loves. so it works out pretty well.

PAST JOB(S): no, not really. he's taught a bit and tutored at uni but nothing too major.

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: his laptop

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: not terrible

OFFENSE: sass

DEFENSE: he has a lot of useless defense skills - he can fence??? will fencing help???

SPEED: also not terrible

INTELLIGENCE: oh, he'll tell you. he's smart. he's very smart.  

ACCURACY: average

AGILITY: average

STAMINA: high - he's good at being on his feet forever while filming and he's a big fan of long, /long/ walks.

TEAMWORK: surprisingly good

TALENTS: he's bright and curious and a great team player. he's pretty charming when he turns it on.

SHORTCOMINGS: god he's an asshole sometimes though.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, middling french

DRIVE?: no??? why???

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: no

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yes

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nah

PLAY CHESS?: yep

BRAID HAIR?: yep

TIE A TIE?: yes

PICK A LOCK?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: billy howle

EYE COLOR: gray

HAIR COLOR: light brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short, thick and messy

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: both

DOMINANT HAND: left

HEIGHT: 6'0 on the dot

BUILD: long, lanky, and broad shouldered.

EXERCISE HABITS: he walks everywhere. that's enough.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah but he likes asking people about theirs.

PIERCINGS: nah

MARKS/SCARS: various freckles and moles

NOTABLE FEATURES: cleft chin, high cheekbones

USUAL EXPRESSION: carefully neutral.

CLOTHING STYLE: sweater and jeans, boots.

JEWELRY: battered watch

ALLERGIES: nah

DIET: reasonable, unquenchable sweet tooth.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: he thinks his knees are going.

PSYCHOLOGY

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 5 - the investigator

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

MBTI: ENTP

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: nah

SOCIABILITY: extrovert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: p stable but overly dramatic when anything goes wrong

OBSESSION(S): nah, not really.

COMPULSION(S): so help him god if he sees you microwave a mug of water and call that making tea...

PHOBIA(S): snakes

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: not really

ALCOHOL USE: sure

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: nah

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: clipped

ACCENT: posh

HOBBIES: reading mysteries, travel

HABITS: walking (sometimes with scout, sometimes without)

NERVOUS TICKS: tugging at his shirt collar, shifting his weight

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: making his own name. his parents have gotten him in the door, he's going to keep himself there.

FEARS: snakes, being murdered

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, charming, curious, neat, helpful, precise

NEGATIVE TRAITS: bossy, arrogant, finicky, sarcastic

SENSE OF HUMOR: dry

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: sometimes yes, sometimes no.

CATCHPHRASE(S): nah

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: reading

ANIMAL: badgers

BEVERAGE: tea, strong enough to walk

BOOK: hamlet, truly.

COLOR: red

DESIGNER: ...no.

FOOD: cookies. all cookies.

FLOWER: he has an orchid. that's probably it.

GEM: nah

HOLIDAY: christmas

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking

MOVIE: raiders of the lost ark

MUSICAL ARTIST: elton john

SONG: “daniel"

SCENERY: cities. he's not an outdoorsy dude.

SCENT: books

SPORT: nah

SPORTS TEAM: nah

TELEVISION SHOW: he's very fond of bake off. it soothes him.

WEATHER: fall

VACATION DESTINATION: new york

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: to legally switch oberon and edmund in his name so his initials aren't HOES.

GREATEST FEAR: failure and snakes.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: he's with close friends and family

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: he's social and outgoing but if he feels stuck? get him the fuck out.

WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: fire?

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: his doctorate

BIGGEST REGRET: his doctorate, sometimes.

MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: he shan't think of it ever.

TOP PRIORITIES: finishing his book

#c: henry shaw #oops.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Team Fortress 2 Verse

Below, you will find a profile for Bill’s Team Fortress 2 verse, where he works as an Admin and occasional supplier. To be honest, it’s pretty much the same (even his backstory) as his regular self, except the game is set around the 60s/70s and Bill is an admin/supplier. 

Name: William Godolphin IV (he started going by Bill Cyrus Goodwin during the 1800s, the surname was changed first during the 1500s, and he added the middle name in the mid 1950s)

Nickname: Vampire of Roxbury, Old Bill, Monster, Admin

Age:  Around 800 years old (looks to be in his early to mid-thirties)

Birthday: 7th December 1171 (Star sign: Sagittarius)

Gender: Cis Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Species: Vampire (died and turned in the year of 1203)

Powers and Abilities: Mesmerism (able to force people to obey his commands, entrance them, or forget that they encountered him, it’s arguably his strongest skill, but it works a lot better when he’s also applying physical contact), flash steps (he can move at abnormal speeds. He can cross a long distance in a literal blink), heightened senses, forming very long claws, regeneration (the time it takes depends on the severity of the wound and how long it’s been since he last fed). Able to create his own shadow weapons of sorts, such as using them to create tendrils to grab/damage opponents, and he can smell lies ‘like when someone rips ass in a car’.

Weaknesses: Can’t enter a place without being invited (however, that doesn’t stop him using his mesmerism to force people to invite him in), some people can naturally see through the glamour and/or resist his mesmerism, fire (kills all vampires), sunlight (surprisingly, it doesn’t kill him, but it still burns him to the bone, leaves him in horrible pain, and makes him wish he could die), can’t utilise his super speed if he’s being watched (he can move quickly while you blink though), cannot consume normal food or drinks without vomiting them up again soon after (he still has eaten or drank normal things for the taste),  the sap and juice of fresh plants burns him like acid, and holy symbols repel him (as long as the wearer/user knows this and/or has faith that it will. If it works, in his point of view, the symbol glows in a blinding light and he feels the sensation of something pushing him back.)

Ethnicity: White

Current Residence: Mainly lives and works at Coldfront base, but moves around as needed. 

Former Residence: Many. His very first was Penzance in Cornwall, and then he kept moving from place to place after he was turned. During the 1500s, he moved to the United States, and now subconsciously speaks with an American twang (currently, his accent is associated with Massachusetts.)

Nationality: English (in particular, he came from Cornwall)

Mother: Glanna Godolphin (deceased)

Father: William Godolphin Sr. (deceased)

Siblings: None. He was the only surviving child out of eleven.

Other Family: He does have a few distant living relatives who are unaware of his existence due to having cousins that kept passing their blood on. 

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 200lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph/Muscular

Hair: Ginger, as is his beard.

Eyes: Very pale grey with slit pupils and red sclerae (Regular grey with normal pupils and sclerae when glamouring)

Languages: English, American Sign Language (ASL), British Sign Language (BSL), Cornish, French, German, Russian and Latin and currently learning Japanese (he’s had plenty of time to learn.)

Distinguishing features: He has major burn scars on the right side of his abdomen, chest, part of his right arm, and just above his butt. A hunter managed to set him on fire. Luckily, before it could kill him, he managed to put himself out. That Hunter paid with her life. He is always physically cold.  He can see himself in mirrors, despite popular belief. He’d be very sad if he couldn’t. The same goes for photographs. However, he doesn’t cast a shadow. If he doesn’t drink blood for a long time, he starts to age. Drinking blood reverses this effect.

He has three scars on his chest that are either from arrows or crossbow bolts. They’re all under his left pec muscle. He can only assume that that was how he died before he became a vampire; someone had shot at him three times and at least one of the projectiles had killed him. 

He has a birthmark on the back of his left hand that’s shaped like a crescent. He often jokes that it’s because one of his ancestors was a werewolf. He also has a tattoo of a Cornish Heath plant snaking around and down his outer upper thigh.

He usually is in a ‘glamour mode’ of sorts in order to blend in with mortals a lot more easily. He can turn this on and off as he wishes, but some people are able to still see through it when it’s on. When he’s ‘glamouring’, his fangs look like normal teeth, his skin looks more like a healthy pink than the deathly white veiny visage it actually is, and his eyes look a warm grey with regular pupils rather than yellow with slit pupils and red sclerae.

If you can get him drunk (he needs to feed on a drunk person), tired enough (wake him up during the day), or flustered enough (good luck with that one), he’ll revert back into his English/Cornish accent.

He always carries a gun on his person; an original Colt Frontier Six-Shooter, of the Bisley 1895 model, 'just in case’.

Hobbies and Interests: Dancing, astronomy (might as well enjoy the stars if you’re nocturnal), origami, drawing, mythology (he has met some figures of myth, or so he claims), and smithing. He’s also pretty good at playing acoustic and electric guitars, acoustic and electric violins, a lyre, the harmonica, the ocarina, and the accordion.

Occupation: He works as a supplier and admin for both BLU and RED, at TFI. He simply does what he is asked by the higher-ups, but takes requests from the regular crew as needed. He is NOT connected to respawn due to his vampirism. 

Personality: He’s friendly, he’s confident, and he can be rather eccentric at times. He’s far from shy and he enjoys the company of others. He lives to entertain, laugh, spread laughter and merriment, and give and get validation.

However, he can come across as conceited, arrogant, a show-off, a bit of a large ham at times, and/or a little bit too full-on for some people. That said, he honestly doesn’t mean harm (not anymore at least) and if you’re his friend, he will kill for you and do what he can to keep you happy.

He’s usually quite hard to anger. He can laugh off most insults or even attempts to hurt him physically. However, if you do make him mad, it’s your funeral, or at least your mind’s. He does try to keep himself in check however. He has no plans to go back to the sadistic bastard that he used to be.

Basic Backstory: Starting out his life in the coastal town of Penzance, Cornwall (in England), William Godolphin was the only survivor of the eleven children his parents gave birth to. His father was a lord and his mother was a blacksmith’s daughter who was married into the family.

William lived a fairly easy and unremarkable life with his loving mother, not-so-loving father and a few servants. His father made sure he worked hard however, not wanting to hand him everything on a silver plate, and told the same of his servants. That said, William was fairly well off, and spent his childhood and adult years getting ready to take on his father’s estate. On finding out his bloodline’s wealth and notoriety was founded on thievery, murder, extortion, he was not so willing to do so, but he was unsure of how to find a way out of it.

However, at the age of 31 years old, tragedy struck, and he was attacked and bitten while taking a walk. Despite being weakened by a draining of his blood, he was still determined to get home. But then he was shot and killed, reviving as a vampire soon after. He has no clue how he became a vampire, and who made him (although his maker would often speak into his head), and it did take him some time to get used to his new condition. However, after about fifty years or so, he managed to wrap his head around all of it.

He started out his unlife as a sadistic asshole, to be blunt. After the death of his parents (he hid his condition and they went to the grave never knowing what he became), he dismissed his servants to his father’s uncle’s house, took his inheritance, sold his old estate for a sizeable sum, and travelled. He toyed, hurt and killed humans as he pleased. 

What he doesn’t know is that his maker was puppeting him from a distance during those three hundred years. He still believes the choices he made during that time were his own. It also took a toll on his mental state even centuries later.

During the mid-1500s (coincidentally, around the same time his maker died) however, he came to the realisation that he didn’t enjoy doing what he was doing. He didn’t enjoy hurting or killing others. He decided to try and use his abilities for good, targeting criminals like murderers or rescuing those who might have needed it. He knew he couldn’t bring back those he had killed or restore the minds he broke when he was still mastering his mesmerism abilities, but he could at least start doing better with his life and do his best not to hurt another person (within reason).

At this time, he changed his surname to Goodwin and went to the United States to settle there, moving from place to place (although he visited other places and went back to England from time to time). Over 300 years later, during the 1850s, he changed his first name to ‘Bill’ (becoming Bill Goodwin) and settled down in Roxbury, Boston, content to stay off blood for the rest of his immortal days and age into an elderly gentleman.

In the year of 1899, one of his neighbours gave birth to a baby boy. After the loss of her other children, this seemed to be a spot of hope for her. However, she had no love for this child. She even refused to give this son a name and was very abusive towards him as he grew older. Bill gave the boy a name and started to help raise him like he was own, growing attached to him like a son. Said boy grew up and a few months after he turned eighteen, was sent out to fight in the first world war. Bill killed and drained the kid’s mother soon after he left, planning to tell him she just died suddenly in her sleep if he came back. Despite Bill’s worries he wouldn’t survive, he was delighted to receive a letter telling him that he would be returning to America in the month of November of 1918.

His surrogate son wasn’t on the ship, much to his dismay. He was informed that he fell off on the way home and he wasn’t found. He suspected foul play and got the truth out of one his son’s friends. He had been caught kissing another man, beaten up and then thrown off the boat. He knew he couldn’t judge anyone for that (“I drink blood to sustain my own life and I’ve had a few different lovers over the years”), let alone the young lad. Hellbent on revenge, he set off to slaughter his surrogate son’s four murderers, even admitting that ‘even though it won’t bring him back, it makes me feel a hell of a lot better’. He drained them of their blood in the process, going from an old man back into his early-to-mid-thirties. He decided to stick to that age this time around.

He later found out his son survived and had washed up on London’s docks. He went there to find him, but much to his grief, he was told he had been killed in a violent brawl with a vampire the night before he arrived. However, he took said vampire down with him in a mutual kill. He wonders if his son possibly reincarnated and could be out there living a new life now.

He continued to travel around, learning new things and trying new stuff to keep himself busy. He still drank blood to sustain himself but he didn’t kill unless it was someone he felt ‘deserved it’. He also kept up with all the changes in technology. He even adapted his speech as needed, keeping up with slang and staying savvy with the times.

He eventually found his way to TFI and after some discussion, became an admin and a supplier for them. 

As of now, he’s currently settled in Coldfront as his ‘main’ base of sorts, but he goes elsewhere as needed. 

#ooc #ooc post #long post #Raising the Stakes | TF2 Verse

[whiiskeys]

— STATISTICS

“APPROACH THAT ONE AT YOUR OWN RISK. SHE SHOULD COME WITH A CAUTION SIGN.”                                       — A WISE BASTARD WHO LEARNED THE HARD WAY 

BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME: Virginia May Crowder — nicknamed NIA since childhood.

NICKNAME(S): To those who are familiar to her, RYE is her chosen name. Otherwise, she’s strictly WHISKEY or MS. WHISKEY (depending on how formal the situation is). To a lucky (very) few, she’s Nia. If she allows you to call her by her given name, you’re in.

AGE: Thirty-eight.

D.O.B.: March 7th, 1980.  

HOMETOWN: Dertosa, California.

CURRENT LOCATION: Detrosa, California.

ETHNICITY: White (primarily Irish) on her father’s side. Black on her mother’s (Ethiopian).

NATIONALITY: American.

GENDER: Cisgender female.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Bi(romantic/sexual).

RELIGION: None. There was no mention of God in her household, and she sees no reason in crawling to him on her knees now.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Independent, though she seldom participates in politics.

OCCUPATION: Co-owners of Vices (and, by extension, Forbidden Vices).

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Lives in a comfortable loft in the city. She likes the bustle, the energy, the noise, and would be hard pressed to give that up in favor of the seclusion of the suburbs. She grew up in a house with quite a bit of property, and she now associates the quiet with unnerving memories — namely, the one that got her father taken away from good.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, a small amount of Spanish.

ACCENT: The slightest hint of a Georgia twang, picked up because she mimicked her father when she was younger. Because she lived a relatively sheltered life, only exposed to California kids during school hours, she learned to speak like her Southern parents.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM: Ruth Negga.

HAIR COLOUR: A deep, near-black brown.

EYE COLOUR: Chocolate brown.

HEIGHT: A misleading 5′2 (her presence makes her appear much larger).

WEIGHT: A sinewy, muscled 120 lbs.

BUILD: Strong and sturdy, like a gymnast. Her muscles are short-twitch, compact, made for sprinting. She can pack one hell of a punch, and her kicks could definitely knock a jaw off its hinges. There’s nothing diminutive about her.

TATTOOS: None.

PIERCINGS: One in each ear.

CLOTHING STYLE: If she’s trying to project an air of professionalism, she’ll go for something simple but with a bit of flair — like a dark suit with a bold shirt underneath, or a classic suit in a vibrant color (since she doesn't mind some attention). Otherwise, girl vacillates between dresses and beanies, between jeans and a fringed motorcycle jacket and something a little more girly. Her Doc Martens and moto jacket are definitely her prized possessions, however.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Relatively neutral. She’s not an asshole right off the bat; more than anything, she’s efficient. She’s not going to waste time on small talk, and you better not waste hers.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: The beauty marks that spot her face, like a smattering of stars. The free way she walks, hips swinging. Her voice, which is loud and commanding without any effort. Her stare, which can morph from warm to ice-cold within seconds (a trick she inherited from her father).

HEALTH.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Only the occasional splits in her knuckles or pulled muscle from running or boxing (her two chosen exercises in order to remain strong enough to defend herself).

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: None.

ALLERGIES: Cats. Get those fuckers away from her.

SLEEPING HABITS: Consistently sleeps about five hours a night. There’s simply too much to be done, too many dreams that need capturing, too many ideas that need to be implemented. She can’t afford to waste nighttime hours — the day is short enough as it is.

EATING HABITS: Much more irregular. Often she foregoes meals in favor of something on-the-go, or something in liquid form (i.e: her favorite dark beer, or even a cabernet if she’s feeling fancy). However, she is partial to a good mac and cheese — her mother’s was her absolute favorite as a child.

EXERCISE HABITS: Runs six miles each morning, every day, without fail. Similarly, she tries to get a couple matches at the boxing gym, or at least knock a few out on a bag. She has a lot of frenetic energy, and a lot of aggression that she tries to keep at bay, so the physical activities are necessary parts of her day.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Rye probably ranks a 10/10 on emotional stability, whereas Nia herself is somewhere around an 8. She has her moments, but she generally manages to keep herself neutral, mild, and unaffected. In truth, she’s father sensitive about certain things, and she’s definitely got a soft interior when it comes to her fellow Drinks. She is joyful when around them, and loves to witness their happiness. Anything happens to them, and she’ll go into efficient Amy-Dunne-frame-a-motherfucker-for-my-murder mode. She’s capable of it, too.

SOCIABILITY: Rye is truthfully a social being, though that doesn’t necessarily extend to everyone. Again, it’s her fellow Drinks that she most prefers (and a select few in particular). Though she doesn’t necessarily tell them, she certainly demonstrates her love for them. She’s a total mama bear.

BODY TEMPERATURE: Despite all her energy, she’s usually cold. It’s like her body knew she would constantly be running around, covering this problem or that, and so gifted her with superhumanly cool blood in order to keep her from sweating profusely. When she’s stationary, her body goes into shock — it demands a blanket, heat, something. She likes to curl up around a fire.

ADDICTIONS: Does moving count? She can’t stop and sit still. Other than that, nothing. She doesn’t allow herself to get too addicted to anything — everything is okay in moderation.

DRUG USE: None, besides the occasional melatonin when her mind simply won’t cease buzzing.

ALCOHOL USE: Regular, but nothing excessive. Definitely not beyond the one-drink-a-night on average, despite her work.

PERSONALITY.

LABEL: The Ambitious, The Mafia Princess, The Pariah, The Loyalist.

POSITIVE TRAITS: adaptive, creative, committed, efficient, determined, flexible, honest.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: aloof, bull-headed, blunt, obsessive, rude, disinterested, distant.

GOALS/DESIRES: To continue to run Vices efficiently, providing a good working environment for her employees (and a positive experience for her customers). Additionally, she wants to expand business, make it even more of a spectacular — she has a few ideas about some underground operations, but she’s keeping that hush hush so far (until she can sway Moonshine over to her side — quite a feat)

FEARS: Failure.

HOBBIES: What are hobbies? Girl is always working.

HABITS: Picking at her cuticles. Absently gnawing on her lip. Leaning her head against her hand; cocking it sideways. Going glassy-eyed when someone bores her (she can’t help it!) Stopping people when she feels they’re wasting her time. Speaking bluntly, which can often come across as rude. Cutting to the chase. Smacking people who are close to her on the shoulder, or otherwise getting physical with them. Laughing too loud.

FAVOURITES.

WEATHER: A warm seventy-five degrees. Alternately, nighttime and storming. She loves a moody sky, smeared with dark blues and grays.

COLOUR: She doesn’t really have a favorite, but blue’s a good one. Purple, too.

MUSIC: Classic rock. Give her some Nirvana and she’s good to go.

MOVIES: The movies from her childhood. Other than that, she doesn’t really watch TV.

SPORT: Give her MMA and she’ll go hog-wild. She’s also partial to Basketball (go Golden State).

BEVERAGE: Despite her name, she rarely enjoys a whiskey. Instead, she’ll opt for a simple Belgian beer or a Cabernet.

FOOD: Mac and cheese. That is all.

ANIMAL: Dogs. She wants one of those fucking Labradoodle things in spite of herself.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Virgil Joe Crowder / Seventy-eight / Infamous Dertosa crime lord (currently imprisoned with over a dozen life sentences).

MOTHER: Aisha Dawit / Sixty / Housewife.  

SIBLING(S): Julius Beau Crowder / Forty-three / who the hell knows? Not Nia.

CHLDREN: N/A.

PET(S): N/A.

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy and then, just as swiftly, impoverished.

EXTRA.

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces.

MBTI: ESTP.

ENNEAGRAM: The Achiever.

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True neutral.

PRIMARY VICE: Greed.

PRIMARY VIRTUE: Diligence.

ELEMENT: Fire.

#tcrp.task #( straight up. — )

[summysparklesprocket]

Character Sheet: Summy

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name:  Summy Sparklesprocket

Reason or Meaning of Name: Honestly it was something that I used from Sumffin, which is the non-RP character IGN. Was a joke between my irl brother and I.

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Sums

Reason for Nickname/Alias: Bennas just shortened her name to Sums on occasion, but for the most part she’s just Summy. ( @theodorebennas )

Birth Date: May 10th

Physical appearance

Age:  52

How old does he/she appear: Upper 20′s Lower 30′s

Weight: 30 pounds. (Gnomes are light)

Height: 2′6″

Body build: Petite

Shape of face: Round 

Eye color: Light Blue

Glasses or contacts: Neither

Skin tone: Pale

Distinguishing marks: Lots of scars. Some of them have been healed away, and some are being hidden with illusion magic and make-up. They are there though. One that is always visible when her shirt is off is a scar right on her belly from a crossbolt. It an X shaped scar caused by when they were removing it.

Predominant features: Her eyes and hair match and she tries to color coordinate her clothing on occasion with it.

Hair color: Light Blue, same as her eyes.

Type of hair:  Wavey and long, outside of the pony-tail it’s probably about to her butt, maybe a bit longer.

Hairstyle:  Pony-tail. It’s always in a pony-tail except when she’s in her apartment.  

Voice:  High and squeaky.

Overall Attractiveness: For a gnome, if she didn’t exercise more than a normal mage about average or slightly above average. Since she does work out a lot between tinkering and military, above average. 

Physical Disabilities: None. Despite all her injuries, she actually hasn’t gained any physical disabilities yet. 

Usual Fashion of Dress: Casual clothing or robes. She doesn’t really care about what she wears, but the gnome who designs her robes goes all out. (I’ll forget, but the one who designs them is @integrabrenagh‘s gnome. Yes. For those who know her, Faye is a tailor, and a damn good one.)

Favorite Outfit: Black pants that are similar to yoga pants, skin tight and really don’t hide anything, but are super comfortable and a light blue vest she doesn’t wear in public anymore because she had a lot of creeps hit on her. (I lost the vest is the real reason. I’ll find it again one day)

Jewelry or Accessories: She doesn’t wear too much jewelry. She may wear a random ring or some earings on occasion, but she hasn’t cared too much about it aside from one she’ll quietly wear cause it looks pretty.

Personality

Good Personality Traits: She’s intelligent, and sociable. Unlike the mun on occasion, she’s not afraid to go up to and start talking to people randomly despite having never met them. She also doesn’t have shame, so she’s not afraid to ask normally embarressing questions, or make lewd jokes in public. On the other hand, she tries to be aware of her surroundings and what she’s doing. Including if someone is getting more embarressed and angry than what she meant.

Bad Personality Traits: She can occasionally take things too far. Whether that’s someone getting embarressed or angry or whatever, she can take jokes too far without noticing. On the other hand, despite what she shows outwardly, she really doesn’t trust herself a lot and when she gets in private she overthinks. She’s constantly worried that she’ll go back to how she was in the past and will get mean and rude and hurt people. 

Mood Character is Most Often In: At the moment happy.

Sense of Humor: Lewd humor, puns, and physical humor. She makes all kinds of jokes.

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Making her friends and loved ones laugh.

Character’s Greatest Fear: Causing her friends and loved ones pain.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?  Her being the reason a friend of loved one was killed or caused immense emotional, mental, or physical pain. I’m unsure if she could forgive herself.

Character Is Most at Ease When: She’s tinkering, or either at the Bennas estate Summerfast (I think) or with Pin and/or Leon. ( @darbiebot @mremaknu )

Most Ill at Ease When: Those who she cares about are upset with her for legitimate reasons.

Enraged When: People ignore her, think she’s dumb, or is invalid or similar things. Also short jokes. Those who are closest to her can make short jokes, but the list is super short.

Depressed or Sad When: She thinks she messed up, or when her brain goes back to her past or certain events in the past. Slight PTSD kinda thing. 

Life Philosophy: “No need to be so serious all the time. Gotta let go and have fun.” There really isn’t a specific philosophy, but this is the closest one she’s got.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be:  World peace. Okay not really. I honestly don’t know, because she doesn’t know. The closest thing is she wishes she could fix some mistakes in the past, but she doesn’t know how things would change if she could. So she has no idea. 

Character’s Soft Spot:  Julliette and Theodore Bennas, and Pin.

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?  I don’t think so. She doesn’t worry about them because they’re all able to take care of themselves.

Greatest Strength: Her intellect/creativity, and her ability to talk and be friends with anyone.

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: She questions herself a lot more than she lets on. She just hides it by being confident in civilian settings. She has trouble trusting herself in more serious matters, but she knows how to hide it.

Biggest Regret:  Letting herself become corrupt without noticing.

Minor Regret:  Unsure of this one at the moment.

Biggest Accomplishment: Becoming as knowledgeable at tinkering as she has. Mastering frost and fire magic as much as she has. 

Minor Accomplishment: Getting to the rank of Major in the Military.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: She still occasionally has spells blow up in her face because she’ll screw up, or she’ll just mess up the spell and nothing will happen. Most of the time her fellow soldiers will not notice, but it’s still embarressing.

Character’s Darkest Secret:  She’s tortured innocent people to death and insanity. 

Does Anyone Else Know? Her superiors in the Vanguard. And two people who were there when it was happening. Outside of those people. Nope.

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Try to distract herself and forget what was explained above and a few other things. 

Immediate Goals: Figure out Azerite uses. Hope the Alliance doesn’t go to war with the Horde, but she knows it’s gonna happen.

Long Term Goals: Currently she doesn’t really have one aside from spend time with friends and loved ones cause of the upcoming war. She’ll be trying to get people to stop the pointless war when it starts.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Magic, talking to people, condemning those who are war hungry through whatever means possible.

How Other Characters Will Be Affected:  Some will die (NPC’s), some will be annoyed/angry with her, some will be better off. 

Past

Hometown: Gnomeregan

Type of Childhood: Abusive. Educated. Fleeing

Pets: None.

First Memory: Something sad involving her parents being assholes

Most Important Childhood Memory: Tied between a particularly brutal night that ended with her fleeing into the night, and when she discovered she had a knack for the arcane.

Childhood Hero:  The Guardians of Tirisfal. Medivh, before him Aegwynn.

Dream Job: Where she is right now she’s happy with. She eventually wants to do a job involving tinkering, but she’s in no rush for it.

Education: PH.D 

Religion: None.

Finances: As a child, her parents were middle class, but she tried to avoid them and did her own thing. So she was poor for awhile, but then joined the Kirin Tor.

Present

Current Location: Stormwind or Elwynn most of the time

Currently Living With: She has an apartment in Stormwind, a permanent room at the Bennas Estate of Summerfast (I think that’s the name), and likely could stay at her girlfriend’s place whenever she wanted.

Pets:  An Owl-kitten that she hasn’t named yet

Religion: None

Occupation:  Military. Tinker. 

Finances: Lower part of Upper Class

Family

Siblings: A Brother

Relationship With Them: Good

Spouse: Pin Peppercog (girlfriend, not married)

Relationship With Them: Really good.

Children: none.

Relationship With Them: none

Other Important Family Members:  none

Favorites

Color: Light Blue

Least Favorite Color: None

Music: Hard Rock/Metal

Food: Steak.

Literature: Everything.

Form of Entertainment: Spending time with Pin and Leon, tinkering, hanging out at the Bennas estate.

Expressions: Laughter, or annoyance if they’re annoyed at her shenanigans

Mode of Transportation: Fidget spinner mage disc or Portal.

Most Prized Possession: The Owl Kitten.

Habits

Hobbies: Tinkering.

Plays a musical instrument? Nope

Plays a sport? Nope

How he would spend a rainy day? Magical research, tinkering, reading whatever, walk around in the rain and not care.

Spending Habits: About average. She doesn’t need a lot that she doesn’t already have access to.

Smokes: Occasionally.

Drinks: Rarely

Other Drugs: Rarely

What does he/she do too much of? Annoying people. Working, whether it be military based, tinkering, or research.

What does he/she do too little of? Sleep. Eat when she’s focused on a certain project or work (she forgets).

Extremely Skilled At: The arcane, tinkering, reading (girl can read at some stupid speeds), research.

Extremely Unskilled At: Cooking. Taking care of herself in the normal sense. 

Nervous Tics: Slight eye squint, looking around more often.

Usual Body Posture: Standing straight. 

Mannerisms: Happy, smiling (at least when most people see her)

Peculiarities: Darting eyes. Constantly on alert.

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist? Mix of the two.

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious? Daredevil

Logical or Emotional? Logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat? Methodical and Neat most of the time, but when she tunnels on something she can get messy.

Prefers Working or Relaxing? Working

Confident or Unsure of Himself?  Both. Depends on a few things.

Animal lover? Yeah.

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Outwardly appears confident, inwardly doesn’t trust herself.

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Smart

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: “A little gnome who knows the arcane and can tinker well. A gnome who knows how to gather information and how to mislead people. I’m not that good at this.”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her intellect and creativity.

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her recklessness.

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her behind. She works hard on it. 

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her stumpy legs. 

How does the character think others perceive him/her? Logically, she knows most people like her. Emotionally, she occasionally thinks that everyone hates her despite knowing it’s not true. 

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? More trust in herself.

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Mixed opinion of people in general.

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Yup.

Person Character Most Hates: At the moment she doesn’t really hate anyone that much. The person that it’s like to develop into is Percival Thalsian.

Best friend(s): Theodore Bennas, Julliette Bennas, Josamin Ravenscäl

Love interest(s): Pin Peppercog

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Theodore Bennas most likely.

Person Character Feels Responsible For: No one at the moment cause those who she would she knows that they can take care of themselves, so she doesn’t bother.

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: It’s uncommon that she feels awkward.

Person Character Openly Admires: Integra Brenagh

Person Character Secretly Admires: Leon Ambroce

Tagged by: @thalsianiii

Tagging: @theodorebennas, @juliette-bennas, @pinpep, @mremaknu, @wardennerd, @malien-moonray, @ithaerielbrenagh, @risrielthron, @kat-hawke, @murkeyglglgl, @vordasblackspire, @wraithclaw

[applegelstore]

So we (=my sister plays, I watch her and do other stuff besides) have finally marathoned through Tales of Berseria (only the post-game sidequests left). So here’s excerpts of my final verdict (mostly in contrast to Zesty because sorry but I can’t help it. Plus, it’s the prequel for Maotelus’ sake). Cut for massive length and very heavy spoilers, obviously! No reviews, though, just incoherent ramblings. Many, many incoherent ramblings.

-The plot is indeed kinda more exciting than Zestiria. Which isn’t particularly hard. I mean there are many reasons why I love Zestiria, but the plot (and the villains) sure aren’t one of them. The plot was kinda just… there and didn’t do any harm, but honestly I could just have watched a 200 episode show of plotless party banter and would have enjoyed it just the same. The plot in neither game makes particularly much sense, tho.

-I have a billion questions and somehow most of them concern Zaveid’s gun in both games. Like, how does it actually work? It separates fusings, but it’s the basis for the invention of the armatus? Apparently it also boosts magic? Idk. And where does it come from? Let me guess, there was that super advanced sci-fi-civilization that lived on the planet like 20 000 years ago and is now forgotten *insert dramatic music here*

-How on earth did Velvet get out of that volcano…? But as long as Morgrim is safe, I’m good.

-On that note, Velvet literally screaming WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!! at the volcano made me kinda happy

-whenever she has facepalm/I’m so done/I’m surrounded by idiots moments, I feel her very much

-Despite the headscratchers, I’m totally digging the Berseria/Zestiria worldbuilding, like hell

-Sue me but I still like the Zestiria characters lightyears better than the Berseria characters. Mostly because they’re funnier, more relatable, and also because I honestly don’t like the Darker and Edgier trope. But also because the costume designs are goddamn awful, Magilou is an obnoxious pest, and it takes Eleanor far too many hours of game play to get that other people than abbey members have human rights (I ended up liking her in the end but honestly getting there was a pain). BTW yes, Velvet, Phi and Eleanor probs have more dramatic changes in personality over the course of the game than the Zesty squad combined, but can anybody explain to me what kind of character development Eizen, Rokurou and Magilou display? …Thought so. Also, no, dramatic 180° turn character development is NOT a prerequisite for good character writing in my opinion, thank you very much. I also think that mental breakdowns aren’t a prerequisite, just in case you were wondering. I’m honestly not a big fan of the Heroic B.S.O.D. trope, although there might be some exceptions where I thought it was well done. I still prefer to do without.

-At least I can tolerate Magilou and Eleanor now that the former got a backstory and the latter finally learned how not to be a dick

-Phi’s constant complaints that he doesn’t want to be treated like a child (I’ve got bad news for you sweetie, you’re TEN) do horrible things to my headcanon that he simply stays physically 10 for eternity, but don’t think I’d give up too soon

-however, I guess we can establish that he plays splatter games with a burning passion

-I am very glad that the monster doggies and the monster bird are safe and sound in the epilogue

-WHERE IS FIRE MUM

-How on earth do people defend the opinion that Berseria was less of a button smasher game than Zestiria?? Because honestly in Zestiria I never managed to win battles by doing nothing but frantically smashing X/Square/Triangle/Circle without any plan or order.

-THE BATTLE CAMERA IS SO MUCH BETTER THO I can control it freely! Oh bless the new camera. I want that so hard in Zestiria. It would help a bunch.

-the equipment upgrade and drop system is also a billion times more effective in the sense that you don’t have to carefully plan your fusings (guess who’s always too lazy to do that) and fruitlessly try to farm the drops for that for hours (guess who’s too lazy for that as well, and also helplessly underlevelled because she’s so lazy and ends up with bosses one or two hitting an armatus even on normal mode *coughs*). Bless.

-I mean the new equipment system in Berseria is basically Final Fantasy IX but for lazy noobs. There’s ups and downs to that, I guess?

-Meirchio is so goddamn pretty, I didn’t even realise that in ToZX. Guess I was distracted by how bad the trainwreck is. Anyway I love everything about this town

-Aball and its surroundings incl. Taliesin also deserve awards

-the dungeons and field areas weren’t anymore interesting than Zestiria, tho

-btw Aball=Avalon? Magical apple island and stuff? Just asking because honestly some of the Arthurian references are pretty obscurely named (it took me quite a while to get the Lastonbell=Glastonbury reference, too, trollolol. Anyone else reminded of Good old Ah! My Goddess translation sins? I mean, come on… Verdandi to Belldandy? Apparently, correctly transcribing Roman letters into Japanese script is even more difficult than Ancient Avarost)

-Morgrim, let me love you, please take all my blessings, you are purrfectly pleasantly plump and I want to cuddle you and give you kisses

-why exactly was Shigure one of the bad guys?? It still escaped me after we cut him in half, sacrificed his soul to some ancient deity, and killed his deceased, reincarnated, dragonised mum

-speaking of which, is it really clever to use the souls of your mortal enemies to revive gods that you want to be on your side!?

-anyway, screw you, Melchior, in particular

-Bienfu is a strong contender for most annoying mascot ever and I still wanted to throw him into the ocean hours into the game. I swear if I have to hear him yell BIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN just once more in my life I’m gonna punch the screen.

-I’m with Jude on the pengyons. I mean I guess killing and eating them is preferable to killing them but not eating them, but still. Everyone speaks about representation, where’s my representation? Is there a single JRPG in which at least one of the playable characters is a vegetarian?

-I was surprised how much I enjoyed the Jude and Milla cameo, cracktastic as it was. Milla was actually my favourite in Xillia, although I had and still have severe problems with her character. But here I only saw of her what I love about her, and it made me happy. You go, Milla

-The skit writing with the constant “all males are perverts”, “all women are deceitful whores” and “men and women are fundamentally different and will never understand each other or be friends unless they’re incestuous siblings” is goddamn awful, period.

-apparently if your vessel becomes malevolent even the tiniest bit (no need to go full tainted), that physically hurts your malak/seraph. I’m glad that doesn’t happen in Zesty.

-Zaveid. Buddy. I feel sorry for you. But it also kinda shocks me how fast you get over your girlfriend’s death. I also have bad news: Eizen’s little sister will still look like a 12-year-old in a 1000 years from now. I actually hope you’re NOT into that.

-btw Zaveid and Eizen jump from mortal enemies to true name basis pretty fast holy shit

-I wouldn’t have minded more Aifread’s Pirates shenigans and nobody is surprised

-I want the cracktastic enemy book back

-I want my elemental powers back. Fuck this don’t ya try to talk down my beloved Magical Dragqueen mode IT’S THE POWER OF LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE y’ignorants

-dear malak NPCs, thank you for establishing that the abbey version armatus is a sucky beta version which will be replaced with the awesome real thing in a couple of centuries, and will eventually symbolise harmony between humans and malakhim. Bonus points for carrying along the motherfucking Galahad ruins bow to drive home the point

-I’m a little too amused by the fact that the ending credit cards are a “everyone’s happy, nobody ever died, and everybody’s friends with each other” AU

-uhm, guys? Did they give Artorius’ sword to Sorey’s gay pride armatus in the anime? I didn’t like it even back then but now I hate it even more, pls no

-I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want

-I know there will never be a Zestiria sequel because it didn’t sell well enough for that, but just in case: the only premise I’ll accept is “Phi, Sorey and Mikleo free Velvet from her prison and finally tear Innominat apart for good”. I don’t know how that would work without killing Velvet and Phi, but hey, I’m sure we’re gonna find a solution because it’s as JRPG and all we need is the POWER OF LOVE *dundundundun*

Everyone is happy. Also what is this “reborn Malakhim aren’t the same people they died as anymore” crap, don’t give me this heartbreak material you assholes

-is it wrong if I wanna play Zestiria after finishing Berseria? Actually, we would have gotten there far sooner if I hadn’t insisted taking breaks so I could play a few hours of Zestiria in between. Whoops.

-my sister was worried that Phi would miss his auntie Velvet very much and suggested Sorey and Mikleo should adopt him once the sweet baby slumber party is over. At this point I’m wondering whether I should give her fanfic recs to brighten her days, or whether that will cause her to forever ban me from her Playstation and refuse to cook for me ever again

-after watching the Zesty DLC, she also told me: “I don’t know what was the point of it, but Rose and Alisha were very cute.” She’s on the path to righteousness.

#Tales of Berseria spoilers #Tales of Zestiria spoilers #like massive endgame spoilers you have been warned

[mysmessmistake]

How would the RFA (I'd like saeran and vanderwood but I get it if u can't) react to an MC that looks kinda young/sweet/innocent but in reality doesn't take anyone's crap and is sassy???? I read your last couple ones btw and they were really cute (I kinda got this from ur college vanderwood one tbh)

I think i went overboard on MC’s sassiness.. sorry.Also thank you for being so kind.

Yoosung

You were so cute!!!!

And sweet!!

You were so innocent when he     first met you

But soon enough Yoosung came to     realise you take no shit whatsoever 

None

When he compared you to Rika     you shut that shit down     

“MC! You and Rika are     so-”

Deadly glare

“Go on, make a comparison.     I dare you"     

Okay nevermind

He also sees your sass come out     when Saeyoung tries to trick you    

“MC!!!!!! You’re going to     faint if you drink too much coffee!!”

“Just because your weak     ass can’t handle caffeine doesn’t mean mine can’t" 

He’s so in love with your sass

And glad you can handle     yourself     

But still wants to protect you

Jaehee

her first instinct is to be     worried about how innocent you are    

Because innocent people get     used easily

Jaehee can’t be there to     protect you from everything    

However, it seems you’re the     one doing the protecting… 

“Assistant Kang, please     call my father and invite him to dinner tonight”

“Can you seriously not     pick up your own damn phone, Jumin? Do you really need Jaehee to call your     daddy for you? Like a babysitter would?”

She appreciates it but don’t     get her fired

She finds watching you deal     with asshole customers is amusing 

And a little worrying

“Listen here buddy I can’t     pull almond milk out of my fucking asshole, so either order something else     or get out of my store" 

Everyone applauded you 

Jaehee made sure your sass     didn’t go to far, but she was happy to see you stand up for her and     yourself

She also lived for the moments     you told Saeyoung off     

Zen

innocently sweet

Cute and quiet

How did he get this lucky?

He didn’t

He was especially surprised to     see your innocence wash away as some girls talked trash about you at a     shopping mall

"Oh my god is that     Zen?”

“Yeah, but whose that     Loser on his arm? Is that still MC? Hasn’t he found someone better?" 

You whipped around to confront     them

sass mode activate 

"This loser is still on     his arm, and this loser also has an engagement ring matching with     him!”

They went silent

“Oh, and I can do     this!”

You turned and pulled Zen down     for a long and heated kiss    

The girls left

You pulled away

“Y-you b-but m-m-mc,     w-what- you-”

Zen is so red in the face 

Now he watches out for your     sassy moments so he can sit back and laugh at whoever made the mistake of     messing with you

But he makes sure you never do     anything drastic     

He’ll also still stand up for     you because you’re his MC and no one can mess with you

Jumin

You were sweet and innocent on     messenger

Always polite and kind to Jumin

But when he started to suggest     tying you up and keeping you captive…

It did not end well

“If you think for a second     you’re going to do something like that to me, you’ve got another thing     coming”

He got over his… phase….     quicker with your sass    

He also watched you sass out     Sarah and Glam Choi

It was quite a sight

Maybe people would pay good     money to see something like that    

“Listen up you sacks of     plastic, you best hope Jumin has the decency of not sending your asses to     jail, because I can promise you neither of you would last a second" 

What the fuck MC

but also go MC.

Jumin has no problem with     letting you answer and speak for yourself 

Because he knows you can handle     yourself well

He’s also smart enough to not     try and pull something on you    

You aren’t taking any shit and     he is well aware

Saeyoung

someone as sweet, innocent and     cute as you around him was bad 

Someone like you could get     seriously hurt     

He tried his hardest to ignore     you and push you away    

But he soon came to learn you     weren’t having any of that shit    

"Saeyoung if you dare try     to tell me what’s best for me one more time I will shove your headphones     so far up your ass your mouth will become a speaker”

Wait when did you get so sassy?

After a few more threats     discussions like that, he gave in    

He also saw when you arrived to     Mint Eye headquarters you weren’t having any of that shit

If someone pushed you you     pushed back

“MC please you’ll get us     killed”

You and Vanderwood interacting     was a struggle and a half    

It was like watching siblings     bickering

After everything, Saeyoung was     so glad you decided to stick by him    

He also has a ton of videos of     you and Saeran sassing each other back and forth

“No, you can’t have ice     cream for dinner because it’s not a fucking meal. You’re going to eat what     I make and so is your brother”    

Sassy MC to the rescue

Saeran

You looked so nice and sweet

And innocent

SO HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!!

WHY ARE YOU PUTTING UP SUCH A     FIGHT ABOUT GOING INTO THE DAMN APARTMENT!

“You know I can see you,     right?”

Saeran turned to see you     standing there with a glare only satan could appreciate and your arms     crossed firmly over your chest    

“You better have a damn     good explanation, Edgelord”    

EDGELORD?!

After Saeran was reunited with     his brother, and the drugs were fully out of his system, you and him     started to talk more    

You went on walks and stuff     outside

And sometimes people would give     him shit for how he looked    

“Oh my god look at the Emo     weirdo, who even wears chokers anymore?" 

The look you gave them was hair     raising

"You best fucking hope I     don’t use his choker to drag you around by your balls. shut up and mind     your own damn business" 

Damn MC

you and Saeran could definitely     get into some interesting arguments 

All of which were kindly     recorded by one of the RFA members, depending on who was closest.

"You suck”

“You swallow”

MC PLEASE

Vanderwood

Vanderwood was actually annoyed     by how innocent and cute you looked    

Because that meant you’d try to     “help him with his feelings” and all the crap he couldn’t handle

But boy was he wrong

“Why can’t we just ditch     the kid and leave?”    

“We’re not ditching Saeran     and I swear if you complain one more time I will tie you to the roof of     the car"     

Well alright then

He totally underestimated your     power of sass and sarcasm for a while    

Slowly but surely he learnt you     weren’t taking shit from anyone    

He found it very endearing 

Your persistence on the other     hand was a little overbearing 

"Vanderwood, you’re coming     to the RFA party, right?”    

“Why would I?”

“Because I spend the past     three months fucking organising it and I’m not having you miss it because     of your pride”

He was convinced

Unfortunately, because you     didn’t always see eye to eye, and because you could never just go along     with something it caused arguments    

“MC please just let it     go”

“Oh sure, let me forget     about the love of my life risking his life to do something dangerously stupid every     other day because he wants to be the next Winter Soldier”

He wasn’t surprised that your     confession was also some how a gut full of sass

All in all he’s content with     his sassy MC

#mystic Messenger #mystic Messenger imagine #mystic Messenger headcannon #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messenger Vanderwood #mystic Messenger Zen #mystic Messenger jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Yoosung

[zapgraptrash]

character development questions: hard mode: slyger

1) Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? he has 7 sisters and the closest one in age is 2 years younger than him and he no doubt has a fucktonne of cousins some of which would be around his age.

2) What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? he’s such a fucking mommy’s boy it’s hilarious. and he’ll straight up stab anyone who dares talk shit about her.

3) What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? very similar to how grappler was with his dad, strained because his dad being pissed that his son isn’t Straight (or masculine at all)

4) Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? when he tries to kill his abusive boyfriend he ends up accidentally killing his two best friends at the same time (burned boyfriend’s house down, friends were inside house at the time). he didn’t know if boyfriend died but he DID know the 2 friends died. granox knows about this

5) On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? something that could be used to stab people. might not necessarily be an actual knife it could be a pen or bobby pin or something. he also probably has some money on him at all times just in case (and then at least 3 other secret stashes elsewhere)

6) Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? falling from things and NOT landing on his feet

7) Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? not being able to escape from wherever. or asshole boyfriend mentioned above makes an appearance.

8) Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target? like with grappler, being trained in the platinum army he knows how to use a gun but prefers stabby weapons.

9) Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? he was probably on the lower end of middle class, so he’s better off now than he was

10) Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing? more. he doesn’t even like to take his jacket off if he can help it.

11) In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? learning he was hiv+

12) In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been? after being with granox for a while and finally realising he CAN be completely trusted.

13) Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? he’s not very bothered unless it’s like, full on gore

14) Does your character remember names or faces easier? names

15) Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? he is and he gets envious really easily so if someone else has something nice he HAS to go and get something BETTER (when grappler gets his car, slyger immediately goes and buys one he thinks is better)

16) Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? happiness, his main goal in life is to stop being so angry and bitter and just fuckin be happy for once

17) What was your character’s favorite toy as a child? he had a stuffed toy cat named beanie. he still has it.

18) Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? ambition, and it fuels his need to do better than everyone

19) What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? he went from too trusting to not trusting at all, so when he comes to sanctuary he is extremely paranoid and closed off. granox is the only person not considered a threat for a LONG time but even then he holds him at a distance.

20) In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? he’s never really happy with himself so even though he thinks he HAS to try and be better than everyone else, it’s pretty much so he will have less to criticise himself for (but there is always something). like he gets promoted to squadron leader before granox does and gloats about it like a dickhead, but granox gets promoted not long after and then slyger has a bit of a meltdown over it.

21) If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? he blames other people but thinks he deserved it.

22) What does your character like in other people? when people will listen to him talk for hours on end, and he really values loyalty even though it’s something he himself struggles with.

23) What does your character dislike in other people? like grappler, most traits he himself as

24) How quick is your character to trust someone else? god it takes an eternity

25) How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? he’ll start assuming things the second something doesn’t go perfectly his way

26) How does your character behave around children? he HATES kids he will go to great lengths to avoid them

27) How does your character normally deal with confrontation? all bark (meow) and no bite like if it seems like he won’t “win” he’ll just be like nope and run away lmao.

28) How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? quicker than most

29) What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? he vaguely wanted to be a vet so he could see cats all day, and then had some half-serious fantasy about marrying rich and never having to work and just doing whatever whenever

30) What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? kids lmao. and dog slobber.

31) Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. there’s a whole bunch of cats around and he’s just sitting with them talking at them and there’s NO OTHER PEOPLE except maybe granox, he is allowed.

32) Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. being stuck in a huge crowd of people with no way out.

33) In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? he’s defensive but it will be the only thing he things about for like a week so he /will/ make some attempt to improve but not in an obvious way that would let people KNOW he thought about their criticism

34) Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? if he knows something worked once he will keep trying but he will eventually try something else.

35) How does your character behave around people they like? will not shut the fuck up and his go-to subject of choice is Himself

36) How does your character behave around people they dislike? catty as hell (no pun intended) and he will try to roast them for the slightest thing

37) Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? protecting his status

38) Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? removing himself is WAY easier, if something is too hard it’s like nope bye

39) Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)? he’s been bitten by cats before but the most he reacts to that is like “well that’s just rude”

40) How does your character treat people in service jobs? he’s not intentionally an asshole but he doesn’t think about what he says/does sometimes. (e.g. oh leave it someone else will get it)

41) Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? he usually feels like he deserves what he wants, especially compared to certain other people

42) Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them? nope

43) Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them? like grappler he’s a squadron leader so he is in charge of a lot of grunts (though he doesn’t really like to be)

44) How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? it’s very difficult unless it’s a cat he’s talking to

45) What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? he’s half-convinced that he’ll go to hell so he tries not to think about it.

#slyger tag

[earthdeep]

so I actually finished fe echoes shadows of valentia after *checks back through blog* about one and a half years. or rather, I got totally fed up on my first playthrough and restarted a few days ago bc I was sick of having it semi-complete. I have Thoughts so... under the cut

might as well get the technical stuff out the way. 

loved the artstyle. but the ui fucking sucked. all the important numbers and stuff is WAAAAAY too small to make room for character portraits and the layout of a lot of options is just... weird. oh and there’s no way to look at a zoomed out map and it’s a pain in the arse when I just wanna check where the fucking enemies are.

combat system is... definitely interesting for a fire emblem game. I enjoyed it overall, but it felt a bit lopsided. no weapon durability (yay), no weapon triangle (eh), magic users learn spells in character specific orders (hm), 90% of bow using enemies can’t do shit against fliers (wtf?), absurdly high crit rates (ugh)... lance users ended up near useless by endgame. I had a single one who could hit hard enough to take down an act 5 enemy, and he was too slow to chase them. meanwhile I could keep my archers back way out of enemies’ range and crit them, or field my many mages who could do massive damage AND heal each other constantly. srsly, all hail our lady and saviour delthea, who by the final boss had 30 atk and could oneshot almost every enemy with her lowest level spell. she is the best, and I love her very much.

there was a lot of other fidgety stuff especially on the overworld that really got on my nerves after a while. I’ve never been fond of the point hopping system that’s fairly common in tactical rpgs, but echoes has the infuriating variation that forces u to fight every respawning enemy u cross. fuck those graveyards. fuck them to hell. especially fuck them when I have to pass them so often to complete sidequests in the villages and such. but at least dungeon exploring is still fun. well, I say that, and it leads into another bother.

fates, the previous fe game, did a lot to improve the experience of casual players such as myself. the protagonist being allowed to fall in battle without an insta game over, for example. phoenix mode was nice for replays too, tho since echoes was preeeeetty linear that’s a moot point for me. echoes decides no, actually, fuck that, and also fuck the battle saves introduced in awakening. ur gonna work through duma’s tower for an hour with no way to save and reload and if one of the ten million enemies in there knocks down celica ur losing all ur progress without even a chance to use the in-universe save scum device. bc fuck u.

incidentally, duma’s tower is where I quit during my first playthrough.

buuuuuuuut there’s more to games than mechanics. there’s story too! and... hoo boy. there’s two major sticking points for me that ultimately make it a disappointment. spoilers ahead for literally the entire game.

number one: the broken aesop of alm’s arc. ie, fernand was right.

so, fire emblem games have a lot of birth destiny and divine rights to rule and all that jazz. while it can be just a background fact of life (awakening and imo path of radiance fell into this) or a major problem that causes protagonist centred morality out the whazoo (Y HALLO THAR FATES’ CONQUEST ROUTE), echoes tries to go a different route, especially in the first act. alm butts up against those who don’t think he should be allowed to be a knight, let alone lead an army bc he’s of common birth. even those on his side (*cough*clive) struggle to hold noble and common life of equal worth. but here’s alm, the poster child of destiny caring not for trivialities such as parentage. he’s a good fighter and a good leader, and proves that even a commoner can become a hero!

except they can’t. alm isn’t a commoner. he’s a prince. he could never vanquish duma if he hadn’t noble blood in his veins, bc the falchion is locked in a vault only royals can enter, and is a sword only he can wield. were he truly a commoner, he would have failed. and all this would’ve been easily forgotten fridge logic if the characters hadn’t kept bringing the even a commoner bs all the way with them until he found out who his dad was! fernand, the primary voice for this shit, doesn’t die until after seeing alm revealed!

frankly, alm being a lost prince was purely a detriment to the story. oh no, he killed his dad? who fucking cares. blood is the only thing they share. I’ve seen this dude like twice before I cheesed his ass by warping my best units up to his section of wall and zapping him. half his dialogue is only available post-patricide. alm had more of a connection to Asshole Cousin Berkut that to him. also, his plan for preparing for the end of the world as is stood was one of the worst I’ve ever seen.

but there’s also a more fun point. number two: the straight agenda!

ugggggh. listen. on my first round through, I joked a lot abt all the unrequited love going around. and honestly there’s quite a lot of interactions that I found genuinely nice. faye and leon being open about their feelings and accepting they aren’t requited, and alm and valbar being honest and comfortable with that. or delthea mentioning her crush on clive to his sister and having mathilda immediately pointed out. or like, clive and mathilda’s entire relationship during the game. I like me a lovey dovey battle couple.

but then the epilogue slides hit. why the fuck would mathilda become a Good Housewife(TM) after marrying a man who encouraged her as they fought alongside each other. delthea gets the same treatment and settles down with an unnamed husband and becomes “normal” in her slide. then u have mae and boey who get married and have children and argue AND THAT IS IT. like guys, I like me some rivals to lovers as much as the next lesbian, but u can’t be said to have kids that give u more reasons to fight and have me believe this is any way healthy. please find a replacement for celica bc u do NOT work together on ur own. *sigh* at least clair and gray have a nice marriage where they’re both free to be themselves. in my game anyway, idk if she hooks up with tobin if they get higher support, but when he’s an archer and she’s a frontline fighter, they never had a chance.

and then there’s alm and celica.

I could’ve liked alm. I really could. while his base is still Default Fantasy Hero, I like his comments when u examine things, I like that he has the nerve to stand up to clive when he’s on his bullshit. but dude. u met ur fake cousin celica briefly when u were kids, got along well, then obsessed abt her for like a decade. get. over. it.

same to u celica. u were fucked in my eyes from the beginning bc I find devout characters actively dull, but come on. u made a friend who had a birthmark like urs. as far as ur concerned, that’s all. stop reading the script and try learning the politics of running that kingdom ur set to inherit.

beyond the “alm...” “celica...” wistful calls, and the forces of destiny/the writers, I could not tell u what draws these characters together. the one time they’re not staring into the middle distance at each other, they’re in a petty fight that makes celica look like a spoiled child (and keeps her there until after she sells her fucking soul to the shadiest guy in the fucking universe? celica. celica cmon.) like why do these people like each other. with as much as destiny pulled them together rather than human connection, they may as well have been siblings instead.

on my first run, I genuinely thought that was where they were headed. I got given “alm can lift royal sword” and “celica ‘lost’ brother in fire” and put together that OH! they’re brother and sister! like mila and duma! bc it’s history repeating itself! and then conrad showed up and I was confused. also, iirc alm genuinely believed celica was a cousin of his while they were interacting as kids and didn’t learn she was just in Fantasy Witness Protection until later, so for that to turn into poorly telegraphed romance is just... ew.

anyway. at least most of the characters were good. can’t even pick a favourite tbh. I like clair a lot, and tobin and gray. mae and delthea are both fun and adorable. the valbar/leon/kamui trio are great and chill dudes. I even like silque despite being the nun type, bc she just tries so hard and I appreciate that. oh and sonya’s very lovely with genny and DESERVED BETTER THAN BECOMING A LITERAL SOULLESS HUSK IN THE EPILOGUE AS SHE TRIES TO HELP OTHERS, FUCK U ECHOES.

also there are definite immersion hiccups. oh, the land’s barren and we’re facing famine, huh? *stares at trees full of oranges* *stares at wells full of water* *stares at baskets full of fish* *stares at inventory full of meat and vegetables* *stares at knife that can produce food if I kill an enemy with it...*

wait. I turned a lot of enemies into food with that knife. like my inventory for celica’s army filled up with it. was... was I eating people the whole time?! D:

anyway, fe15, 7.5/10 too much swamp

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