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hana-no-seiiki · 11 months

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I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

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pix3lplays · 8 months

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Ok since my other ask got eaten by Tumblr I'll write it again (screw u tumblrrr I'm gonna eat u for eating asks)

Dan Feng IL purposely "making" a Vidyadhara child using his DNA. We all know canonically Vidyadharas can't have an offspring, but Dan Feng was desperate for one. He conducts many illegal experiment to produce one offspring of Vidyadhara of his own.

He was beyond thrilled when he succeed, but then realize there's no way he can possibly bring his child to the outside world since she's literally a replica of himself in any way, only slightly different horn color.

But when shit goes down, when he resorts to giving immortality to Yingxing and both of them get banished from Luofu, he has no choice but to leave his daughter behind.

She was being left there in Dan Feng's basement for who knows how long until Jing Yuan finds her.

Jing Yuan took pity on the poor kid and took her under his wings so she won't be used for other experiments.

But because she's a 'product', she 'reset' way faster than normal Vidyadhara (I'd say she reset every 200-300 years instead of 700).

Imagine Dan Heng's reaction knowing this fact. Jing Yuan probably asked him if he wanted to take her, since it would be safer for her anyways to be in Astral Express instead of Xianzhou.

Dan Heng probably wanted to refuse, but he can't since technically he's her father. She's just another victim of Dan Feng's shenanigans 😔.

Especially if Dan Heng is already in a relationship with the reader, imagine him trying to explain to everyone.

Do you mind making the astral express crew reaction to the kid? If somehow Dan Heng brought her back lol. You don't need to do it right away btw, since you are still playing sea of stars.

I will do this now because I feel bad I missed it because it got eaten!

And because you wrote out such an interesting idea TWICE to me (so sorry you had to do that) I will make an exception and write Himeko and March for you! (I don’t write the female characters)

Anyways, let’s get to it!

-The Astral Express Crew’s Reaction to Dan Feng’s daughter joining the crew-

Dan Heng and reader: well. You’re certainly surprised to find out that, in a way, your boyfriend has a daughter. So that kinda makes her your daughter now too right? Dan Heng was expecting you to be more hesitant when he introduced Dan Feng’s daughter to you, but you welcomed her with open arms. She was family to you. Dan Heng is hesitant about this whole situation, but he didn’t see a choice. He had to take her. And maybe with time he’ll end up being a good father to her.

Welt Yang: he’s welcoming but cautious. Who knows what kind of life she lived with Dan Feng, and what that did to her. Welt wants her to be able to live a good life, of course, though he’s careful around her. He wants to make sure she’s influenced in a Positive way now that her life is back on track, in a way.

Himeko: you know Himeko…I have no doubt in my mind that she’s very welcoming to having Dan Feng’s child join the express. She is warm and friendly with the girl, and almost like a mother figure to her. (Who am I kidding? She’s Definitely a mother figure to her).

Trailblazer: The Trailblazer is very curious about their new companion. I think the Trailblazer would be very welcoming, but sure to be careful around the daughter of Dan Feng.

March 7th: March is SO excited! For her, it’s like getting a new little sister!! The two hang out a Lot, and they became fast friends, and Dan Heng is relieved that his daughter found someone she could be close to…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail spoilers #Dan heng #Dan Heng x reader #Hsr Dan Heng x reader #honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader

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halfagone · 7 months

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Hi, Halfa!

What are your thoughts on the Corpse AU? And how would Danny's friends or the Batfam, if he was adopted, react to that?

Hi, Anony!! :D

Corpse AUs are so fascinating to me; I don't know if I'd ever be able to write one but I love to read them. @five-rivers' (Marsalias) Exhumed series is one of my favorites. The quiet horror that can so easily grow into a huge, messy reveal itches a very niche part of my brain.

WARNING: FROM THIS POINT FORWARD WE WILL BE DISCUSSING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (Danny's), CORPSES, AND BODY HORROR FREQUENTLY. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING.

Marsalias' version of the Corpse AU has it where Danny only shed one body, the one he lost in the portal. But I've seen other versions where, with every transformation, he sheds a body and then grows another when he transforms back. Which means that Danny frequently needs to hide his corpses in the woods or around town.

Obviously that shoots up the chance of an identity reveal, which- if that's not the point of your fic- can make things complicated. If you included Wes into this world as well that further antagonizes his character because that implies he's essentially watched Danny die and he still thinks it's a good idea to prove Danny is Phantom??? But that's a whole other story.

I'll likely never do a full-blown Corpse AU but I will admit that there is some canon proof that it's a possible thing. In "Splitting Images" we see Sidney Poindexter taking over Danny's body; it's played off as overshadowing but since Danny loses control of his body that directly implies that he and his body are not attached, so to speak.

I enjoy the Astral Projection concept that kinda goes along with that idea, but that's a story for another day.

At the same time, my favorite part of this AU is how it showcases Danny's regenerative abilities. I've made a random mention of it in my fic- Gold, Mine- that Danny can grow himself another 'meat suit'. Or, so long as he has his core, he can recreate flesh and bone. It also means that Danny's halfa status isn't at all dependent on having a living body... because he'll just make himself another one. That does mean that Danny will likely never 'completely die' and come back as a full-ghost. He is quite literally stuck as a halfa forever.

A Corpse AU would probably make the Accident a thousand times more traumatic for Tucker and Sam because they practically relive Danny's death every time he transforms. They have physical evidence of his death and they probably are busy hiding his body while he goes off to fight the ghost of the week. If this is a scenario where he can go back into his body afterwards, then that's probably much easier on their sanity. But if this is a situation where he doesn't... this is why things go badly very fast lol

As for the Batfam... I think it would fuck a good number of them up considering how many members they've lost and gotten back. Even just for Jason they probably have this reoccurring fear that he's going to go one day and not come back and be gone for good and that does things to a person. And then here you have Danny who essentially sheds a body and then possessing it when his soul is done astral projecting, and sometimes you have to wonder... "what happens if he can't come back this time?"

I can see many people begging Danny not to transform into Phantom. Not because his ghostly side scares them but they don't want to lose him. But even as a ghost they won't really lose him, right?

...Right?

Trauma Central, folks.

#halfagone replies #corpse au

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estellemusings · 1 year

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HSR-Scenarios

Dan Heng x f!reader

🌟: while strolling around he found a gift thathe wants to give to you

They decided to visits some shops in the Administrative District before boarding the Astral express.

As usual it was March’s Idea in which Dan Heng and Stelle got dragged along. Actually it wasn’t a bad idea after all he was looking for something to give to you when he return.

The two girls was walking ahead of him, lost in their own world. While he took his time looking for a perfect gift. All of a sudden something caught his eye while passing by. A bracelet was displayed on the window of a shop. It was a silver bracelet with stars and moon as it charms.

It was the perfect gift he was looking for, so without further delay he bought it. He could imagine the smile on your face once you received it.

Dan Heng wanted to see you, so he texted Them that he’ll return to the express ahead of them. They just send him some okay emoji as a reply.

As soon as he step inside the parlor car, he saw you. Engrossed in playing your own phone that you didn’t notice him

“I’m back love” he leaned down and whispered against your ears.

Startled by his whisper that you almost loose grip on your phone. You look back and saw Dan Heng standing behind you.

“You’re back, I miss you” You stood up and hugged him.

Dan Heng tighten his arms around you and buried his face on the crook of your neck inhaling your unique scent.

He miss this your scent, your warmth and you.

“Me too, I miss you so much” Dan Heng mumbled as he press a kiss on your neck.

You were in their own world, until someone from behind them cough. Turning their gaze they saw Himeko, Welt and Pom-Pom looking at them. They’re the whole time watching them publicly display their affection.

“We’re not eavesdropping, it just you’re out in the open” Pom-Pom said

Both of your cheeks turned red in embarrassment, you dragged Dan Heng towards his room not wanting the situation to get more worse,

“Ah! To be young and in love” Himeko said as she watches you dragged Dan Heng away

Dan Heng tell you stories about what happened in Belobog, you lean your head on his shoulders, as you sat on the mat in his room.

“So tell me did you get hurt” You wanted to check his body but he grabs your wrists to stop you.

“I’m fine, Everything turns out well”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, cause the whole time you kept worrying about him.

“Before I forget, I want to give you something” He retrieved something on his pocket.

It was a silver bracelet that have the stars and moon as its charms

“I was strolling around, this caught my eye and it made me think of you. And how much you like the stars.”

You’re speechless on how thoughtful your boyfriend is.

“Do you like it?” He asks as reddish tint covered his cheeks.

“I love it, thank you” you said while pressing a kiss on his lips

Dan Heng grabs your hands and put the bracelet on you.

“It looks perfect” he looks at the bracelet hanging on your wrists.

For the whole night, you keep staring at it with a goofy smile plastered your lips. Dan Heng looks at you and seeing your unbridled joy filed him with warmth. For him all he wants is your happiness.

✨: re-blogs and likes are appreciated ☺️

5-10-23

#🌟.telle's musings #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng #honkai dan heng #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr #hsr x y/n #dan heng x y/n #hsr dan heng

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imthepunchlord · 6 months

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Marinette's Elemental and Miraculous Matches (Wu Xing)

Bagua, Zodiac

After much debate and going back and forth, as she's one of the harder ones to pinpoint cause I find a bit of everything to her, I'm suspecting Marinette's core elements are Wood and Metal, with Wood as her primary element and Metal as her secondary.

Wood plays off her leaping between being level headed and reasonable to her imagination just running wild. Wood works off her creativity and her means to think out of the box. It can play off her being curious and nosy, seeking to expand her knowledge of what's around her. It works off her being quick to support and help others, and her being a social butterfly. It works off her being open to learn and grow and seeks self-improvement.

Metal works off her desire for perfection. That she must put forth the best that she can create (one example being in Mr Pigeon where she drew a lot of good hat designs, but they weren't up to her standards), and for things to go as smoothly as possible. Metal also works off her as a thinker, working off logic, facts, and making quick evaluations. Metal also really works off her strong sense of self-righteousness and her dislike of dishonesty (as Metal does like things to be clear cut).

Wood and Metal plays off her being ambitious and aiming high for herself, her capability as a leader, and her tendency to meddle as Wood can be nosy and Metal has a desire for things to work out a certain way. These two elements work off her being very independent and self-sufficient. Wood and Metal also works off Marinette being her own worst enemy, as these two are elemental opposites, but it can also work off her great potential with Miraculous as she is tied to a yin-yang pair.

Of the Wu Xing, that makes Butterfly and Cat as her best matches, and Nooroo and Plagg are the most ideal kwamis to work off of her.

Butterfly's powers are something Marinette will be able to use well. She has the means to connect with others and knows what to say to work with them and offer the support. She also knows to let people thrive and do what they're good at, having faith in their capability. She'd be clever with making minor changes, and astral projection could work off her nosiness and allow her to move about stealthily.

Cat's powers are also quite promising for Marinette. She has the analytical mind that's able to evaluate how to use her destructive power, and be able to expand it's use than just straight forward destruction and malfunction. She naturally goes for stealth so traveling through shadows she would thrive with, and seeing through shadows can play off her nosy nature and wanting to unravel the world before her. And summoning shades to work with her works off her being a leader but able to work with others, listen to their wisdom and ideas.

Kwami wise, Nooroo and Plagg both have the big appeal of being a rock in the storm Marinette typically whips up. If she overthinks/lets her emotions run wild, they're able to bring her back with their calmness and logic.

Nooroo would work with her without taking over and telling her what she must do, work with her to figure out the best course of action. Through his influence, Marinette will gradually be calmer and more grounded, and would work off her strengths without turning it into a full blown Atlas complex as he helps implants the fact that she can rely on others, she just needs to branch out more than try to solve everything herself.

Plagg meanwhile rolls with the chaos, with Marinette probably one of the funniest humans he's be paired with (honestly these two would be delightful to watch). Plagg would have the additional perk to act as a foil to Marinette being a lazy and selfish kwami, countering her need to prioritize selflessness and to always be productive and busy. Through his influence, Marinette would find the fine line between productivity and breaks, and prioritizing herself and her needs to the needs of others.

By elemental placement, Peafowl, Ladybug, and Fox are viable Miraculous for her to wield. She wouldn't be the best matches, but she can pull them off and utilize them well, but there would be some sort of issue be it kwami or a struggle with powers. Power wise, she can become better with them, but there would be a learning curve. Kwami wise, something would need to be addressed. As Wood and Metal are next to the other 3 elements, there are no subpar matches for Marinette.

Peafowl Marinette can utilize well. As a time manipulator, this Miraculous requires strategy, resourcefulness, and being opportunistic. All things Marinette is covered for. She'd be clever in selectively rewinding time, would best utilize pausing time, and would work off resetting time to secure the best results or work off what would be the best route. The last power though could be the one she struggles with most as she would want the most "perfect" outcome, but I do see it as a quick lesson to learn.

Duusu is a kwami I do see getting along with Marinette and would bring something to the table in terms of growth. Duusu would work off her strengths like her skill in observation and quick thinking, and she can be bubbly, energetic, and just as animated as Marinette, so they can click and work off each other right away. The only thing I see as a major issue is that Duusu and Marientte could feed into each other's overreactions and both could spiral into a panic that will only end when they fizzle out. Now if this duo can learn to take turns in their overreactions so one can be the calmer one, or both learn to tone down their overreactions, this pair will thrive. Otherwise they're a ticking time bomb of spiraling panic.

Ladybug Marinette is set with power wise. She has the resourcefulness and creativity to work off Ladybug's two creation powers, able to utilize the generated item and secure she can have a complex and efficient Worker. She also can use the light generation and all it's possibilities well.

As backed by canon, Tikki at the core is the biggest issue with Marinette having Ladybug, as Tikki is set to work off personalities that are a lot more "fiery" and at times "problematic" than Marinette is. Marinette does thrive between Tikki support and affectionate, and doesn't mind Tikki's opinions when shared with her. The issue comes from Tikki insisting on prioritizing others and dedicating her humans to their duties, which is good for Fire personalities that can be easily distracted or selfish, but for Marinette who already is very dedicated and considerate, it just leads to an Atlas complex. Unless Tikki can learn to ease and realize she's piling too much pressure on Marinette, this could wind up quite destructive for Marinette.

Fox Marinette may struggle a little with, though the potential and promise is there. Power wise, Fox does work off Marinette preferring stealth, to dance around her opponents than actually fight them, being a meddler, her creativity, observation, and quick thinking. It can also play into her tendency to disguise herself, and with a power tied to it, should be a true master of disguise. Only issue is that Marinette is not a good liar, and most of the time she gets very lucky. I also can't speak for how good of an actor she is, so may give herself away when disguising herself as another. But over all, everything should be pretty solid.

With Trixx, I do see this as another fascinating kwami-holder match up as they both work off intellect and both can be meddling and know how to work off others and their strengths, and how to sway things their way. Trixx most likely would toe the line between Nooroo and Plagg, rolling with the chaos and enjoying the shenanigans, but also keeping up with duty and opening up her mind to work off others more, to have faith, and to help teach the means to secure things can go your way. Honestly, they'd probably be the ultimate scheming buddies. Trixx is probably the only kwami of the doable trio I don't see being an issue paired with Marinette, it just comes down to powers and how good of a deceiver Marinette actually is.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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So I saw the genderbend hiccup X Male Reader and thought what if Reader's dragon can talk and a scene similar to the Transformers *sniff sniff* "judging by their pheromones they both wish to mate"

Dragon Talks Fem!Hiccup x Male Reader

Everything was going rather smooth between you and Hicca. Peace between Berk and Doon was well established and you always looked forward to your little “peace meetings” with the young dragon rider. Your dragon Snowstorm was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend, Toothless too. But another thing that Snowstorm was noticing was your interactions with Hicca. They were awkward and yet totally cute too. The way Hicca would balance on her one good leg and fold her hands behind her back when she spoke with you. The little ways you’d wrestle in the grass. The giggles that escaped Hicca’s lips when you kissed her cheek. It all made Snowstorm purr with delight, just seeing her best friend happy was all that mattered. But yet something bothered the Light Fury and she needed to tell you about it. Snowstorm found you talking with Hicca, rather nervously again. Hicca was blushing and you were trying to accentuate the idea of going on a date with her. Snowstorm gestures to you and then points around the corner of one of the huts. “Sorry Hicca” you nervously say, “I think Snowstorm needs me” You run off leaving Hicca and Toothless looking in your direction rather confused. You approach the Light Fury, “what is it Snowstorm?” The Light Fury touches her forehead to yours as all of reality disappears, leaving only you and your dragon in the astral space. It was a little trick you and her learned, a way for dragon and human to communicate without the barrier of language. “You were doing it again” Snowstorm chimes in, the astral plane assigning her a British accent (think Emilia Clarke). “Doing what?“ “You were stumbling over your words in front of Hicca” Snowstorm rolls her eyes, “I can practically smell it when you’re near her.” “Smell what? You have to be more specific” you say back to the white dragon. “Your pheromones!” Snowstorm laughs, “and I can smell hers too. It’s like you both wish to mate. So why won’t you?!” “If I was drinking ale right now, I’d spit it out” you answer back, “it’s not that simple, Snow” “What is not that simple?” Snowstorm asks, “you like her. She likes you. Just mate already” “Thanks for trying to be my wing dragon” you joke, “but there are certain…ideas at play here” “Such as?” “Courting…asking…setting a date…marriage” you sigh, “I wanna marry her, Snow. Don’t dragons have rituals too?” “Well the male signals his interest with a call” Snowstorm explains, “and then he tries a dance, or draws a picture in the sand…how come Toothless hasn’t attempted that yet?!?” “That’s a problem for another day” “Right sorry.” the dragon huffs, “and then we fly high above the clouds, entangling our tails as an act of love and devotion and so on and so on.” “See? Both our cultures have traditions and rituals” “Sorry, Y/N” Snowstorms looks to you sheepishly. “I just want my rider to be happy” “I am. I got you and Hicca.” The world flashes back to normal as Hicca runs up to you, “what happened right now?” “Special dragon meeting ground” you explain, “I’ll have to get Snowstorm to show it you and Toothless later” Toothless looks rather nervously to Snowstorm. She purrs right back at the black dragon. “So Hicca,” you approach your gal, “would you like to go out with me tonight? Just you and me?” Hicca smiles back, “I’d love that. Very much” You smile at her, she smiles at you. And a very nosy white dragon gives you a wink of approval.

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sonnysonder · 8 months

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here are my Fit ramblings, hope you enjoy!

Ramón loves tinkering and upgrading Fit's mechanical hand

Ramón still has the nautilus shell and the slime ball Fit gave him on the first day

Fit is the only [player] human on the Quesadilla, it's just really funny to me

he was a "radio broadcaster" on 2b, like just rambling into the radio to keep his sanity and keep records on things, therefore his title of self-proclaimed historian. this is also how Tazercraft discovered him :3c

he simply CANNOT stand still, especially when stressed or brainstorming, he also talks with his hands

he's partially blind and deaf in one eye and ear, due to an end crystal incident

Fit likes to teleport first or last to ensure everyone's safety

he is also often babysit Chats; shapeshifting hiveminds that follow players around

more of a theory, but Fit's contractors are people responsible for NOCOM

Fit is a reality bender, a term used for people using hacks, usually an item that is capable of distorting reality. perception of time and space of benders gets warped, only becoming worse the longer/more they use hacks

okay so worldbuilding and i have a hc that there are few stages of godhood in the qsmp universe, but important here are only Astral Beings, entities that ascended beyond godhood, capable of creating and controlling realms; like Hausemaster who Fit one met, and was promptly told to "fuck off"

also in the light of recent events, the night Ramón disappeared, Fit had a breakdown, cried for the first time in years, and have not slept for like 2 days doing manual labour and gaslighting himself :D

sorry there's a lot to read! i clearly have a favourite qsmp blorbo and i have so many thoughts about him :DD

Don't be ridiculous, it's a joy to have long asks where I have a lot to say back, and boy, do I have a LOT to say. Get ready. I'm gonna explain my thoughts on some of my favs from here :D (Even though they're all fantastic)

For the only human one, I haven't really sorted out what I think all the other players are species-wise, but it's fun to have lots of non-humans to explore cool powers and stuff. Fit has always been a human to me personally. Very cool.

I've seen you talk about the radio one before, and I'm honestly tempted to yoink it for myself. It's such a fun way to tie in his 2b history videos to the server itself, and I get this really cool image of him playing through an old radio in the middle of a scorched wasteland Fallout-style. I imagine it was of vital importance in keeping his sanity, especially while he was grappling with the effects of using hacked clients. Imagine how cool it would be for tazercraft to finally meet him in person too lol.

"OH MY GOD!!!! ITS THE GUY FROM THE RADIO!!!!!!"

For the teleport one, yeah, Fit definitely likes taking the lead, looking out for people, keeping them safe however he can. His friends and family are his world, they're who he lives for, and he's making sure no one gets left behind. And if he can have any semblance of control over their safety, he's gonna take it for sure. He's ALL about control. He's had so little of it for so long.

For the magic one, I have similar ideas on how magic works. I will make another post talking about it in more detail, but tldr; there's a lot of godly magic permeating 2b2t, it's what gives it a lot of it's weirdness. People can choose to focus and wield it (Hack clients) but at a great cost. The gods don't want mortals using magic, and so they turn their backs on them. These people often devolve, and lose any and all morality. Only few have managed to master it, one being Fit.

I have a lot of thoughts surrounding worldbuilding and the nature of Hausemaster + surrounding "gods" but i'm gonna leave those for a big post cause this answer is already too long.

Same thing for the last hc on ur ask. If I went in detail about my thoughts now we'd be here for hours :,)

(Oh my god I need to make a q!Fit character analysis. He's such a complex character)

This isn't even a quarter of everything I have to say about q!Fit I am in NECK DEEP.

#qsmp #fitmc #qsmp fitmc #qfit

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sesatapomang · 5 months

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the world inferno friendship society

three years ago, I was bored! I wanted to play a new game. I wanted to play a game that:

had good reviews

had anthropomorphic animals

i had never seen game play of before (blind)

That is how I found out about Night in the Woods.

Night in the Woods was a 2d-platformer story game released in 2017 that-at the time-I had HEARD of but never got around to actually seeing anything about it.

So I played Night in the Woods, and it was

WONDERFUL

I can not stress how much that game impacted me. It instantly became one of-if not-my favorite story game of all time.

I started doodling NITW-style drawings in school. I dug into the history and learned about Scott Benson. I scoured through all of his art that I could find and saw some amazing stuff.

However one day, I found this comic Scott Benson had made and posted to itch.io. It was called the Bridgewater Astral League and apparently it was

"A short comic adaptation of an album by the World/Inferno Friendship Society."

What lured me in however were the preview images, which looked like this:

There was a link above but I will post the link here in all of its glory:

I read the comic, and I had no idea what was going on.

I felt confused? Confuzzled? but the art was pretty! But me being me, I wanted to know MORE.

So I looked them up, and then

began my three year long hyper-fixation of the coolest punk band in Brooklyn, New York.

The World Inferno/Friendship Society.

Now I will attempt to give factual information which I may very well get wrong because I am going off the top of my head. Whoops.

The WIFS was started by a man named Peter Ventantonio who would go on to have the stage name Jack Terricloth.

In 1987, before making the WIFS, he formed a punk rock band in New Jersey named Sticks and Stones.

In 1995 he adopted the stage name Jack Terricloth and started to make the songs that would become part of the WIFS. I heard in an interview that one of the Band's most recognizable songs Tattoos Fade (some would call it their "call to arms") was actually made while Jack was in Sticks and Stones but the song was rejected by the other members. I don't know how true this is, this isn't an essay, please take it with a grain of salt. IF however you want to learn more (maybe) accurate information, you can read their wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World/Inferno_Friendship_Society Anywho, yeah. It was a band for sure. Their style was unlike anything I had heard at the time, and it was a PUNK band! I think one person put it best when, in a review of one of their charity albums released this year, he said how Jack wanted to

"Write songs that made you cry like your heart was broken, but dance like you'd been brought back to life at the same time."

(SOURCE)

I will have to continue this later, i don't know if I will. I have final projects to tend to!!! also, I neglected to put this so I am editing it in. Peter (Jack Terricloth) passed away in May of 2021 at the age of 50. R.I.P Jack Terricloth

#music #punk #world inferno friendship society #night in the woods #nitw #special interest #rambling #RIP Jack Terricloth

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Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader, Part 6}

Wordcount: 2641 Chapter Summary: There's some strangeness around Billy. Steve-free chapter.

Previous Chapter can be found here. Next Chapter can be found here.

Something was going on with Billy. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was but he was spending more time out than usual. He was yelling back at Neil more than usual. He wasn’t playful with you or Max, he wasn’t teasing or offering to spend time with you. He only really came home to sleep. At first, you thought perhaps he found himself a girlfriend rather than fucking around all the time, that could be an explanation for being out at all hours of the night. But not the surly attitude. And not him ignoring you like this. He had never done that before. What if he had found out about your date with Steve - what if he had overheard Max asking you about it when you got home afterwards? No, even that wouldn’t account for this. He’d be mad but he’d most likely try to lecture you about it, to remind you of what a piece of shit Steve was. He wasn’t the type to keep it bottled inside - he took it out on the world.

But it also wasn’t as if Billy was the kind of guy who would let loose his feelings if he was pestered to. So you just watched him from afar, and hoped for the best. There was nothing else for it.

You grabbed a Popsicle and sat outside on the front porch, trying to catch any of the breeze that was supposed to be out here, according to the weatherman. But there was no breeze - just clouds starting to form, threatening a storm. You sighed and went over my options for the day - bus to the mall, bus to the library… all involving buses because Billy was MIA. There was only a small oil patch on the ground where his Camaro usually was. You licked the cherry Popsicle and stared at it, thinking about the night that we got into that accident. And how that really showed Billy’s character. That he just took off after that. Left you there because you wanted to help. Maybe you didn’t know your cousin as well as you thought that you did.

“Do you know where Billy is?” Max’s voice hit you. You looked up to see her and Eleven starting to walk up towards the house. Their expressions were extremely serious. Much more serious than someone their ages should be.

“No idea, he was gone before I was awake,” You said, looking between the two. “I don’t even know if he came home at all last night.”

Now the two girls looks at each other.

A moment later, after filling you in about what they had done last night, Eleven with her astral projection or whatever it’s called, you were in Billy’s room with them, keeping a look-out though everyone was at work. “Why do I get the feeling we’re going to find all kinds of wrong in here?” Max asked.

“Just don’t touch any tissues, they’re not used for sneezing,” You advised, wishing you had thought to put on some dish washing gloves. But you were too curious not to be in here. Too concerned not to.

Billy’s room was messier than it usually was - not that he kept it clean exactly but this was the room of someone that had been distracted. Dirty clothes spilling out of his laundry basket and onto the ground; his radio still on and playing metal music; his ashtray overflowing and so he started using a plate that still had sandwich crumbs on it. You remembered making him that sandwich. That was days ago.

Max went to his night table, opening it up and peering inside. “Ugh, gag me with a spoon,” She said, closing it back up quickly. You didn’t have to ask what was in there. Teenage boys. Disgusting.

You don’t find anything in the bedroom, other than the signs that he hadn’t been cleaning, so you three went into the bathroom. It had changed since you had taken a shower yesterday afternoon. The bathtub was filled with water, and empty plastic bags were swimming on the surface. Bags of ice from the corner store. The ones used to fill coolers and the like.

“Max?” El asks. Your redhead cousin stepped forward, grabbing one of the empty plastic bags.

“Ice,” She said, reading the bag. “It’s just ice. It’s probably for his muscles or something. He works out like a maniac, right y/n?”

“He does,” You had to agree with that, but the fact that he would just leave the mess in there despite knowing that Neil would get on his case about it … that was a bad sign. And then your eyes caught on another one. Blood. You definitely hadn’t noticed that today. El noticed too. Her breath was trembling, and you lightly put your arm around her, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be okay, that there was an explanation for this, a reasonable one, there had to be. But she pulls from you and opens up the cupboard beneath the sink. She pulls out the garbage bucket that was in there. The one that you cleaned a few days ago, emptying into the trash bin.

“What is it?” You ask with a tremor.

El pulled out the red lifeguard first aid kit, and then there was a lanyard, with a bright yellow whistle. Or it had been bright yellow. Now, like the lanyard, it was blood stained.

“Well shit,” You sighed.

And somehow, you ended up in the locker room of the pool, after discovering that Billy wasn’t there, and that the lifeguard first aid kit, and the whistle, belong to Heather Holloway. The locker room smelt like wet clothes and unwashed feet, something that was noticed by Max too as her nose curled up once you were in there. But there wasn’t much time to waste.

You start flooding the locker room, turning on showers, sink taps, everything that we can in order to help El find Heather. Find Billy.

“This could just be .. jerk Billy behavior right?” You asked Max, as El was putting duct tape over a diving mask. “You don’t think it’s…”

“I don’t know. He’s always been weird,” Max said, which you could understand. “But he was doing a lot better since you came here so…”

Although that was a really nice thing to hear, it didn’t help that much right now. “Wish it worked enough that he would actually talk to me when something is wrong,” You mumbled.

The two of you fell into silence when El put on the blacked out diving mask, and began to look for Heather. You sat on one side of her, Max on the other, your shoes becoming soaked by the flooded floor. You just looked at her. Her powers were fascinating to you. This was the first time that you had ever seen her use them.

“What do you see?” Max asked.

“A door. A red door.”

After another minute or two, El takes off the mask. Her nose bleeding. You immediately get up to find a towel while El collapses in Max’s hands. Your cousin and yourself look at each other, and you're both thinking the same thing.

Whatever this is - it’s not good.

She comes around a short time later, and she tells everything that she saw. The red door. Heather, the missing lifeguard, she’s screaming, she’s reaching to El for help, but then she gets quickly taken away by … something. And if it wasn’t something to do with the Upside Down, then El should have been able to see it. But it wasn’t clear what it was. Something was stirring in Hawkins again, and you were apparently going to be here for it.

In your still wet shoes, you flirt with the manager of the pool, and you get him to tell you the address of Heather. It took some eyelash batting but you got the job done, thanking him for being so helpful, and how he’s such a good man to do this favor, and you even wink at him, sticking your tongue out as you turn back around.

You take the address with me back to Max and El, who are getting ready on their bikes.. “Let’s go,” You said, jumping onto the back of Max's, holding on to her shoulders.

The streets aren’t flooded yet but if the rain continues, they just might be.

Max knew the city better than you or El, but the three of you were squinting through raindrops, trying to read the numbers on the mailboxes to find the right one and then - red door.

“Is this it?” Max asked.

El nodded and together, you three walked up. You felt responsible for these kids now. Was this how Steve had felt, when he watched over them at the junkyard? When he nearly sacrificed himself to take care of the demodogs, as Dustin had called them? Whatever, you just knew that you were going to go through everything that they did. Not leave them alone in the off chance that there was something, anything that you could do.

Especially if Billy was somehow involved.

We didn’t bother knocking. Or rather, El didn’t, since she somehow unlocked the door with her mind. You walked in behind them and noticed that the interior made everything really look like it was the perfect family home. As you walked down the hallway, you saw a large family portrait. Professionally done. Mother, Father, Daughter, happy posing smiles. Looking like something straight out of Leave it to Beaver.

You hear a laugh and the three of you looked at each other. It was the last sound that you expected to hear, if Heather was really in trouble. And then seeing the happy family together, with Billy sitting there, was the last thing that you had expected to see.

“Isn’t that cute, huh?” Billy was saying.

“He’s too funny,” Mother was saying to Father.

And that’s the scene that we walked in on. And just because we were in the shot of it now, didn’t mean that it was over, apparently. Billy saw you. He saw Max. He said your names out loud.

“We didn’t mean to barge in,” Max said, speaking for the three of you. El and Max both looked like they were in disbelief. You were studying Billy, trying to figure out what was so different about him. “We tried to knock, but maybe you didn’t hear us over the storm.”

“I’m sorry, who is this dripping all over my living room right now?”

“I’m sorry,” Billy said. That was one of the startling things right there. He didn’t apologize for anything. Not unless he was being forced to and even then, it only ever came out as sarcastic. “Janet, Tom, this is my sister Maxine, and my cousin Y/N.”

He stood up, and started to walk over to you, El and Max. You stood your ground, dripping but not moving, and you were looking straight into his blue eyes.

You had known Billy all of your life. You spent time together in the same crib. The same playpens. He was at almost all of your birthday parties until they had moved here to Indiana. He was the one that you went to when you were angry, because he either helped hype up that anger until you burnt yourself out, or he was able to help you, when he didn’t even know how to help himself. He was the boy that was only scared of his dad and of dark places, like caves, or even the tubes inside of McDonalds play-places when the lights were dimmed.

So essentially, you knew Billy. Better than his father did, better than Max did. The only person who might have known him better was his mother. The person whose eyes that you were looking into right now - you knew that it was not Billy. It might have looked like Billy. But it was definitely not him. Like someone made a doll of him, a puppet. There might have been a trace, far back, but right behind those eyes was someone else. Something Else.

“What on earth are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

Your immediate reaction was to protect these girls, despite the fact that Eleven was an actual weapon and that Max could definitely handle herself, as she showed Billy last fall. You are the adult here. You need to act like it. So you pushed yourself between the two girls, standing in front of them, even as they spoke.

“We just wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Max said, her confusion showing through her voice. And now here was fake Billy with his fake concern.

“Okay, why wouldn’t it be okay?”

“Where is she?” Eleven asked.

“I’m sorry, where is who?”

Coming out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies, the smell hitting you before the realization of who it was that was carrying them, came Heather. Not a scratch on her. Almost too squeaky clean. Not at all the way that Eleven had described.

But because of how Billy was acting, you believed Eleven. There was something not right going on here.

“Well, they’re a little burnt, I’m sorry-” Heather said, in her usually sweet voice. It was definitely her own voice, her own face. But whether it was actually Heather, you didn’t know. This whole scene was looking a bit too.. domestic bliss.

“Heather, this is my cousin y/n, and my sister Maxine,” Billy introduced. “And I’m sorry, I did not catch your name.”

“That’s not important,” You spoke, staring at Billy. “What are you doing here?”

That’s when El spoke, not to say her name, but to stare at Heather. “I … saw … you -”

“Your manager, at the pool,” Max said quickly. “He said you guys didn’t come in to work today, so we got worried.”

“Heather wasn’t feeling so hot today, so we thought we’d take the day off to nurse her back to health. But you’re feeling just fine now, aren’t you Heather?”

“I’m feeling so much better,” Heather agreed.

Billy looked past you at Eleven. And the look that was in his eyes - it proved to you even further that this was not your cousin. This was not the Billy that you had grown up with. There was something else in there, wearing his skin. Pretending that this was Halloween and that this boy was simply a costume. The three of you were offered cookies by Heather and her mother but you weren’t going to take them.

You didn’t want to leave without Billy. “Could you drive us home?” you asked him, pleaded with the Billy that still had to be inside of there somewhere. You couldn’t believe that he was gone. “It’s raining pretty hard out.”

“I can’t be rude,” Billy said, which was … not true. Billy could be rude. Billy was rude. The light drained from your eyes then, and you turned to the girls behind you. “Let’s go.”

The three of you in disbelief, you headed back outside into the rain. You didn’t skateboard this time. You just tucked it under your arm and walked along with the girls as they moved slowly, not able to see too much as the fog rolled in with the pelting drops. You took one last look over your shoulder at Heather’s house, and saw Billy, watching through the window. The look that he exchanged with El was more chilling than the cold rain.

“That wasn’t him,” You said, as you made your way back to Max’s house. El looked at you, like she believed you. Like she had seen it for herself, even if she didn’t have the most experience with Max’s brother. But your red haired cousin - she didn’t look so sure.

#Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington story #Steve Harrington #Stranger Things #Stranger Things story #x reader #Struck Blind #SteveH

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sparklecryptid · 1 year

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Regarding that one Royal Bastard Au where Bahamut set the Prophecy to Regis' firstborn.

Maybe I am underestimating Ace's self-esteem issues but I got the impression that Ramuh is the only Astral who could get Ace to agree to go along with this. And maaaybe Leviathan, but I wouldn't bet in this.

If Gentiana/Shiva tried this, Ace's reaction would probably be a furious "Fuck No". Bahamut might actually Get Stabbed, because if the Prophecy requires a sacrifice then why not sacrifice the fucker who set it up in the first place a Deity? Much more power for the Magic this way.

This also led to my imagining a Reveal scenario where Regis finds out about his firstborn's existence (but not his identity) because Gentiana showed up in Insomnia to bitch about Ace refusing to follow her stupid plans Divine Command to kill his father Ardyn the Accursed.

Ace is like. The Dude Willing to Die for His Family. In Fact the only reason hes still alive at the end of his fic is because Mors yeeted him out of the afterlife. You are definitely underestimating his self esteem issues but you are spot on on how fucking stubborn he is!

So lets say that Ace decides that NOPE HES NOT PLAYING ALONG FUCK YALL which would likely end up in either 1) a showdown with Bahamut 2) the crystal breaking like it did in his canon or 3) a show down with Bahamut but this time its a ace-ardyn team up

Lets go with three for funnies.

Ace wishes he could blame his current situation on anyone other than himself. He can’t though, because the fact he and Ardyn are fighting a fucking god is solely because Ace is the King of Bad Life Choices and Ardyn found out about them.

He didn’t plan on Ardyn finding out that he was going to go and beat some sense into Bahamut but Ramuh is a fucking snitch and so are all of his Messengers.

(Ace is making sure Blueberry isn’t given any steak for a month. That’ll show the fucking cat.)

So here the two of them are, bloodied and cracking at the seams with light and darkness and Bahamut is bright bright bright so full of light it’s blinding. The god of war is hard to kill but even he makes mistakes.

Bahamut’s sword pierces through Ace’s gut and the light beneath his skin sparks like lightning. Ace didn’t expect to survive, it makes sense to get rid of the extra in than have to find a new antagonist after all, but the shock of pain the courses through him sends him to his knees.

The darkness that follows isn’t surprising, neither is they way the light around them shudders and fades and night coats the earth. Ace knew Ardyn cared, that the unspeakable thing between them was heavy and fraught with meaning but this-

It’s confirmation, it’s something Ace didn’t want but something he’s getting anyway.

There’s the screech of metal on metal and Ace pulls at the sword in his gut, pulls it out despite every warning in his head telling him its a bad idea and somehow he finds the strength to stand.

Ace peers through the darkness and finds his uncle in it, he finds Ardyn strangling the last vestige of light from Bahamut and Ace stumbles toward his uncle just as it dies. The world around them shatters as Ace falls into his uncles arms and they land somewhere with sun breaking through a large window.

This should mean something, it doesn’t.

Is he going to die? Maybe. But the light around him is breathtaking and his uncles arms are warm.

There’s a warmth coming from his wound and neither Ardyn or Ace realize what’s going on until Ace looks down and realizes his uncles hand is glowing and the hole in his stomach is no longer there.

“Useful,” Ace says and looks up at his uncle, “Thanks.”

He then passes out and wonders why the last thing he sees is ornate mouldings on the ceiling. Last he checked they weren’t outside.

#royal bastard au

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Name: Konstantin "K.O." Verhavert Species: Mare Occupation: Unemployed Age: 63 Years Old (Looks about 30) Played By: Random Face Claim: Mena Massoud

"Don’t worry, I’ll visit you in your dreams… whether I want me there or not."

TW: Self harm

The less he talks about his “First life”, the better he is. All anyone needs to know is that during that first life, with a single mother that he also doesn’t want to talk about, he spent most of his time in that run-down apartment complex sleeping - specifically dreaming. Even more specific than that was what he did while he dreamt. He felt like he was able to move in them, get up and phase through the walls to the other denizens of their strange apartment complex that seemed brimming with supernatural characters and occurrences. Through these dreamwalking ventures, he learned that witches, werewolves and zombies existed. His life was voyeuristic, watching these late-night lives through a vicarious lens of dreaming and he wasn’t even sure that it all existed; if they were just dreams, then he was far more imaginative than he’d ever have received credit for.

This continued well into his adolescence, paying little attention to his neglected life and one-bedroom apartment that he moved into as soon as he was old enough. He became adept, learned secrets about the denizens, their knowledge and lives being siphoned through to a mind shaped only by the darkened spaces of his dreamscape.

That all changed when a new tenant moved in, which by itself wasn’t a cause for concern but shortly after that, his dreams turned into nightmares. They started small, minute, not even showing up until after he was dreamwalking but they colored his environment, tainting them, pervading the dark space with abstract ideas and things he could only see out of the corner of his mind. Then they got worse, but always waiting until he was dreaming before the nightmares dug their claws into him, forcing him out and jolting awake, drenched in a cold sweat and glancing around as though forgetting where he was.

He… didn’t dreamwalk anymore. He couldn’t; he felt them tugging on him as the days, weeks, months progressed but he never seemed to settle down enough as he tried to go sleep… on the nights that he could. What had once been a source of unending comfort to him turned into a place of despair. He lost his job. He didn’t leave his apartment anymore, stopped eating, stopped contact with the entire outside world. Scars and scratches were accumulated on his body during fugue states where he tore at himself subconsciously. The lack of sleep, something he’d so readily done in the past, punched through his immune system, not helped by the open wounds untreated on him and he fell ill.

Months later, alone in his dark, trashed apartment, where he couldn’t reach the dreams that he relied so heavily on and a death rattle in his lungs, he died curled in a ball under his bed.

Or… so it seemed.

Konstantin, a name that came to him in a dream, ironically, woke up feeling refreshed, his mind clear and his skin cold. He had no heartbeat anymore, no need to breathe, no actual pain or exhaustion except for the remnants of how he felt immediately before he presumed himself to have died. Almost as soon as he came to terms with his newly-undead state, he tried to see if he could dream again and he realized that not only could he, but this time, his body came with him. Naturally, feeling more in control than ever, he flitted through the complex, seeing the residents that he hadn't seen in months, some faces new, some missing, but all of them familiar in a way… until he got to the “new tenant”.

The New Tenant explained that he was a Mare, a creature that fed on dreams and nightmares, undead things that had such strong ties to the astral plane and the intuition of dreams that they could astral project and that their blood seemed made of stardust itself. The Mare also said that he saw Konstantin’s innate ability to astral project and though the road to becoming a mare was lined with misery and suffering, he seemed like the perfect candidate. Instead of fear or fury, Konstantin was excited to have labels to call what he did when he was living and now he felt even less restrained.

Tenant taught Konstantin (Now shortened to K.O. most of the time) how to feed, how to attune himself to the dreams and fears of others, told him that they could put people to sleep and though they could take their bodies with them, it was only under the darkness of night. K.O. had an affinity with his abilities as a mare and he spent the next… however many years, he lost track after the first five or so traveling the astral plane, going from one place to the next, helping himself to nightmares, wallets and cards of whoever he visited. It never got old…

But all good things must come to an end. Or that’s how he perceives it; One night, some odd months ago, he was in the middle of feeding when the atmosphere went sour and, in a blind panic, his prey grabbed him just as he was attempting to astral project out of there. Body and soul were torn apart from each other, as though he were a ghost forced out of a vessel and his prey was left with his unconscious husk while K.O., bewildered, found himself in an unusual place in the astral plane. Fortunately, his victim had since fallen back into a fitful sleep when he found his body and, in his own anxiety, he woke back up and used the physical doors.

Ever since that night, calling it The Split, K.O. had lost control of his ability to astral project. It started happening at random, while he was walking down the street or in the middle of feeding. He refused to let it bother him at first but that was months ago; now, he skulks through his hometown of Wicked’s Rest, Maine once more, escaping to the astral plane on a whim only this time, it’s by complete accident.

Character Facts:

Personality: Imaginative, guarded, intuitive, disconnected, superficial, deceptive, sardonic

Konstantin, obviously, isn’t his real name. If you know what he is, somehow found out that it wasn’t his real name and asked what it was during his first life, he’ll give you a different answer every time. The same goes for asking about his first life in general. He really doesn’t like talking about it.

He still experiences phantom pains from when he was alive and dying, though he knows better. He’s mysophobic as a result of how he died and he can be a drama queen about it when he notices someone else not taking care of their hygiene. This is not in the form of fretting; it’s in the form of mockery.

K.O. didn’t eat well when he was alive and now that he’s dealing with the Split, he doesn’t eat well as a mare either. Because of these traits bleeding together, he’s incredibly territorial over food and will glare at you at the very least if you help yourself to whatever he’s eating. It’s considered a sign of great trust from him if he offers to share his food with you.

He’s nonbinary but will respond to any pronouns, not entirely caring enough about how people perceive him. He also tends to dress in whatever’s cute and comfortable.

While nowadays he can’t afford to be as picky as he used to be, before the Split K.O. wouldn’t feed on werewolves; he considered them to be too predictable, all their fears and nightmares were the same and there wasn’t enough challenge to work for what he wanted. Nowadays, he doesn’t like to feed on them because of the unpredictability of his own astral projection and the last thing he wants is to find himself trapped in a room with one.

Ever since the Split, K.O.’s taken to carrying a card with him (oftentimes on a lanyard that’s visible) that explains that he has narcolepsy and sometimes “falls asleep” without provocation. This is obviously a cover but it seems to do the job well enough. He doesn’t like needing to use the label.

#self harm tw #retired

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2024

Here we go 2024.

I've made it to level 40, I guess I get a mount and extra talents. I'm still waiting for something to rear it's head appropriately for that.

So far it's not.

But if you're arriving or been for some time expecting me to do something that I say I'm gonna do, well shit. I'm sorry.

This blog is hub for all my would be writing stuff and delusions of roleplaying/collaborating with other writers in the comforting hellscape that is Tumblr. Once again I'm sorry as I can't make any promises of getting better at it.

Still down a third of myself from last year but the fear is growing as my waist kind of gets settled and muscles continue to atrophy with my growing apathy. My brain is still on a downswing as much as I fight at it punch drunk and mildly stoned.

As sad and angst laden this may be, I'm just in a mood and figured I should do a quick update as we're well out of 2023.

Onward to the content and hopefully a constructive manic episode or two.

THE BLOGS

@eldridgecandell - This is it. She ain't much, but she's the one that died and came back that I keep trying to focus on. Join me on a short explanation:

Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers, has returned to Azeroth from beyond the Veil and bein lost in the great Astral Sea. As the worlds began to collapse and the collective haze that had been the Shadowlands Conspiracy blew away so did Candell into a new world.

But it wasn't his.

Never should be or could be. He belonged where he had always been doing the thing that he was truly good at. Unfortunately that road would have be walked alone and with a whole new slew of problems. Missing students, apathetic governments, bureaucracy, and the general march of time as age catches up to any soldier.

This blog focuses on Eldridge primarily but it is not exclusive to him as I suffer/revel in alt-aholism causing me to make up a diverse cast of characters to play with the witch hunter. From Cheryl Duun a disgruntled and lost Inquisitor; Josiah Nubern a fellow apprentice of Candells who has gone over to the edge; the wandering vengeful shadow of Alfred Klaudin, a Forsaken zealot who refuses to give up his Dark Lady. More remain and are open for interaction as I make up a new cast list for them all if anyone is ever interested in playing with my version of the Order of Embers.

ON HOLD

@acrowamongsparrows - an AU of Eld as a Witcher; the show burned me so hard but every once in awhile I look at the books and wonder.

@conduitdreams - cyberpunk with robots and mecha; it just never really took off like I wanted it to or hoped others might have been interested.

@withanemeraldeye - sword and sorcery pulp adventure based around a lot of Conan Exiles and lore; another quiet experiment that is in the back of my head

@sailsonaseaoffate - the final resting place of Zexx Candell and his family, letting them sail off into the sunset among the stars in my version of Spelljammer; I might go back to it as well depending on what strikes me

@memoriesofivalice - my poor Final Fantasy 14 story blog for an AU Zexx and company; big plans but no execution as I just couldn't get enough into the game

THE FUTURE

That more or less sums up where I am at in February of 2024. I'm trying but stumbling dragging as much as I want to be productive and creative. I'm so sorry for all those I've let down in the work and play, maybe I can make it up to you and prove I've got something to say. Just need to figure out what can charge me up. Ideas are always welcome and patient words of affirmation are always gratefully appreciated.

Here we go with the rest of the year.

#update #2024 #hardboot #writing #roleplay #level 40 #multiblog #hub blog #collaborative #truth #sell yourself

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toestalucia · 3 months

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msq lines about captain & loki's journeys i was supposed to post a billion yrs ago but only went to grab now :D yippe(through tears)

Loki: There is no beginning without an end. In other words, to begin means that the ending draws ever nearer. You know, I'm kind of relieved. Relieved to know that my journey's coming to an end. Fenrir: No way are you okay with that… Whaddya mean the journey's gonna end! Just like you decided when to start, you get to decide when to end it! Because it sure as hell ain't much of a "journey" if you're just letting yourself get swept up every which way!

Katalina: Whatever happens to the world now, you're no doubt going to continue playing a large role in it. But regardless of that, I'd like for you to continue your journey. Ever since I took you out of Zinkenstill, it's the one thing I've always wished you could focus more on. Instead of having to respond to the world's every whim, maybe consider your own journey sometimes…

when they started having loki wishing to see what captain&his brother saw i nvr thought we'd end up Here. loki definitely always has just been going around for the ride, taking the emperor spot he said he did cuz he wanted to annoy freesia (long theory about him grieving his brother also played a part), pushing the crew to nalhegrande seemed implied to be something true king wanted (even though in that line he's nooot happy theyre separated. i rly do think loki had plans for it, even tho theyve still havent gone into loki & true king's prior meetings). i feel wanting mikaboshi freed from the great wall is like one of the few times he Rly went for it. either way (ill get into these things more some other time), loki who wished to see the scenery others saw and struggling to look forward, getting a ship, getting members for a crew, and then..........? oarlyegrande was probably the worst time for it anyway knowing what goes on, but.....

lokis journey vs captains journey, who goes from fighting freesia to avoid the world being rewritten, to fighting true kings plans to avoid the great wall falling into his hands, to joining a rebellion in oarlyegrande against true king (who also was revealed to have attacked zinkenstill and kidnapped their aunt in the past), to fighting the otherworld cuz if they dont its joever......

'consider your own journey sometimes'

god

guy who doesnt know what he wants & guy who cant say no to the world. also both guys who has stated they'd go against fate itself to get their will through (loki when talking to the astral at edgelands, captain when meeting bahamut when almost dying again due to lyria being far away (in the otherworld))

Violet Knight: So I'm truly grateful that you fight for the sake of the skies. On the other hand, you've gained too much influence. It's not a good idea to entrust the peace of the Sky Realms to a single pair of hands. Even if you could do it, doesn't mean you should.

goes hand-in-hand with this. as well as the yuni&cosmos anni about captain's role as the singularity. (not to mention the fact msq timeline captain uhhhhh. yknow! with how it ended! where do i even start!). but also violet knight saying this when true king is singlehandedly trying to save the skies too......shoves the role onto captain so he can do stuff from the sidelines cuz otherworld inference in our timeline......

Violet Knight: You say that now, but how far would you go to save a friend? I have to wonder where you draw the line. Let's say—and I'm speaking hypothetically here—sacrifices have to be made in order to save you friends. What would you do? what if those sacrifices included me and my family? Rosetta: Well— Violet Knight: You see? No hesitation at all. Look, you're more than welcome to put your priorities first. If we swapped places and I had to choose, I'd throw you to the wolves. That's the beauty of power: choice. The right to choose what to protect and what to reject. The world is your oyster. Second-rate folks get the opposite treatment. They don't even get the chance to choose. Not out of maliciousness, mind you. That's just how it goes. Makes you nervous when I put it that way, doesn't it? It's not a novel concept, nor is it strictly limited to physical power.

haha. hehe. hahahahahah... freesia who we fought so she couldnt rewrite history using akasha. we who are about to try to revive what the otherworld killed. (noa voice) well theres the fizzure in the sky and thats not normal and we should fix that anyway so

i forgot he spoke about 'how far would u go to save a friend' im gonna combust. i was thinking a lot about that one line in maquia too....'why didnt time stop for you'. the way they make a point to show every island suffered but its citizens are doing its best to keep going. cain whos grieving leona and reinhardtzar. vira whos grieving katalina. captain, lyria and vyrn who cant seem to move forward. im glad they didnt show us tzaka reacting to io (assuming tzakas alive), cuz that would have broken me. like it haunts me cuz theyre always trying sooo hard to keep going, but after losing the crew (and i fear for everyone who has not been shown onscreen) and having to grieve this many ppl, to the point where captain loses sight of estalucia too??? man.

i think its fine for us to go try to undo all the damage the otherworld did, one timeline is completely destroyed anyway. everyone died there too. captain died there. but thinking about how its shifting too 'lets go to estalucia cuz theres rumor it can grant wishes' and how estalucia & the boundary....... as well as how og god is there...... i have sooo many thoughts about it. like i appreciate noa trying to steer it in the 'we need to get rid of the crack in the sky the otherworld created' direction but we r going there to revive ppl. cuz we dont want to move on. im going to combust pt2. im enjoying myself sm its unreal

#stardust speaking !#gbf spoilers #compeltely normal about gbf main story #pleaaseeee read it pleeeaasseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee theres ssooo much going on theres so much to work with im having so much fun

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myrfing · 1 year

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TO MEEEE its so weird that ppl hold venat against ""choosing" us when to me its like. its thanks to her blessing that we can explore and fight and thrive to our hearts content. she blessed us with echo so we can enjoy this game, this journey. whatever venat GET BEHIND MEEE

EXACTLYYYY AND IM GONNA GET WEIRD AND I KNOWWWW this is depending on how you want to read the story, but so much of what the “warrior of light” is to me from the beginning, far before I knew venat or knew of the ancients was that: we asked first. the hero walked into the light first and asked if they were needed. and I came and downloaded and opened this game and played it because I asked for something to do; so much of this story revolves around answering the PLAYER, it is wish fulfillment, it is a fantasy. from the beginning it has been reciprocal, and this is winked and nudged at by the very fact that the wol could literally be anybody. this story could not exist without the players; the wol could not exist without the story. they did not reject this idea and opt play the fantasy completely straightforwardedly, they embraced the double meaning—they wanted to utilize their medium of being an mmo in how they tell the story itself. I don’t think it’s “wrong” to view the story as a single layer thing with arrangable and discardable blocks, as its standalone reality WHICH IT IS, but it doesn’t change what was given to us. they translated this spirit into a fantasy tale where there is a hero who is only a hero because they appeared and said there’s things I want to experience here and there’s something worth saving here; I want to be here. keep telling the story. it is FOR THIS that the wol is given the mantle. not the inverse. not because the wol has to be whoever this specific person you made them up to be is; obviously not, we all have a different one. I know the story crosses twice in things like a whole plot where another timeline sacrifices everything To Save The WoL So They Can Save The World, and wholeheartedly embraces its immersion by trying to write a hero who has natural doubts and deconstructs heroism when embodied by a regular person with a human heart (BEFORE RECONSTRUCTING IT) but I do genuinely believe this was written in full faith that the player winks and nudges back about WHAT the WoL is. i think this is literally the integeral core of the concept of Azem also and their power and how it’s integrated into the game.

I would like to emphasize though that this is even reflected in the fact she doesnt even actually give us the echo; what it is is the power to communicate and see the story from a sort of omnipotent perspective of the reader that “we” and “the wol” always had and was awakened when we chose to press start. The ability to see the greater tapestry from observing its individual parts. Of course, in the game, it’s a magic ability to astral project into people’s pasts and futures LOL but like. YOU KNOW? WINK AND NUDGE?

Also, I just don’t think the wol suffers uniquely or more than anyone else. I know the game kind of hypes up particulars of the journey for them (of course; just because there’s a double meaning doesn’t mean we dont love the tale for what it is in all its drama) but it also says this…”heroism” it defines is a choice that literally everyone makes because everyone faces the core of what the wol faces. a farmer getting up to till the fields, an office worker clocking into another day, a child struggling in school, an old guy getting out of bed. which is the central theme we arrive at in ew: how do you choose to continue to exist in the face of the truth that there was no actual, magic, predestined meaning? What keeps you here, playing the game?

of course theres tons of people who, because they love the story too, don’t want this other meta layer; they want it to be a classical story where the reader is not a part of it. and i dont think there’s anything wrong then with saying alright then my WoL loathes being the WoL, it is an obligation they were thrust into in a fully literal sense, the world of hydaelyn is Just hydaelyn, and in this closed circle universe, they reject the themes of the story and go their own way. But i also kind of think this requires a total rewrite from like, heavensward onward. I don’t think there’s any reason for the wol to remain in the narrative that brings them to stormblood or shadowbringers or endwalker in the way they did if they decided this story wasn’t for them. because it’s only ever been there because we asked first for them to continue

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lauransoverthinking · 2 years

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The other side of this scene

First Vader dies. Then Anakin dies.

Then Anakin learns how to bring himself back, and suddenly he has time. Time to apologize to Obi-wan. Time to get to know Luke and watch him do amazing things. His son is so amazing. His daughter is amazing too, but she doesn’t want a relationship (he hopes she will someday) so he respects that and doesn’t bother her.

This is honestly, the happiest he has ever been.

There are more ghosts than he expected. More relationships to mend. Apologies to make. Qui-gon has been very busy teaching everyone he was able to find, before they passed on.

He looks for her amongst the beings in their astral plane. But he cannot find her.

Qui-gon says there were too many lost the night Anakin marched on the temple. There were too many to find them all. He lays a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and says he is sorry, he never saw her.

From behind him, Anakin senses despair from Obi-wan.

But Anakin knows something they don’t.

“Masters,” The words catch in his throat. There are many crimes he committed. But this one. To have killed his own sister. They obviously know he is capable of such atrocities, he killed Obi-wan after all. But this will be different. He just knows it will be. “Ahsoka didn’t die that night. Vader. No. I killed her. Seven years ago. In a Sith temple.”

Obi-wan’s world spins. Which is an odd feeling when one’s world is just, the force.

Ahsoka had survived. Ahsoka had lived. Ahsoka had fought.

Anakin had killed Ahsoka.

Qui-gon looks down and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I never saw her. I was not able to teach her.”

Ahsoka is gone.

He had always known it. He thought she died when she was 18. Killed by men she loved. He supposes that part is still true. She was killed by a man she loved. Was it always her destiny to be killed by a chosen brother? She survived the first time, so destiny tried again?

He had always known he would never see her again, but now he knows he could have. Knows Ben Kenobi could have seen her. Could have wrapped his arms around her.

This is… it is too much pain.

The masters all spend time with Luke. Guiding him. Helping him.

Once or twice, there is the whisper of a force presence in the periphery. They brush it off. It must be an echo of some kind. They feel no one here but Luke and his wards.

Once or twice, Luke mentions a story he shouldn’t know. Master Yoda playing with children in the room of a thousand fountains. The incomprehensible size and simple beauty of the archives at the temple.

The masters brush this off. Stories, passed along over time, by friends of the Jedi.

Time passes. The Jedi are lost again. The dark rises again. The dark falls again.

It comes on slowly. It isn’t a sudden supernova. It is as gradual as a sunrise. A light in the force, unshielding itself.

Obi-wan feels it too, but like Anakin, has absolutely no idea where it is coming from.

It is Luke who provides the answer. He smiles to himself as he says “Ahsoka always did have the most impressive shields. I wonder why she is finally lowering them.”

Questions about how Luke could possibly know this will wait (although there are many, many questions). She is alive. They can finally find her.

When Anakin and Obi-wan arrive, the reason for the drop in her shields is obvious. Their padawan is becoming one with the force.

She feels so tired. Their padawan has fought for too long and Obi-wan’s heart breaks for her. He got information about Fulcrum from everyone he found who knew anything. He knows he has only scratched the surface of what she has spent her life doing, but he knows he is so so proud of her. He is not surprised that such a life has exhausted her, but it breaks his heart just the same.

Distantly, he wonders is ghosts can cry. It’s not a question he has had to ask himself before, but he thinks this may be the thing that does it.

They ask her to come with them. Learn from them.

They sense her fear and at first assume it is fear of change. Her life is ending after all. It is understandable to be afraid of this change.

But then it becomes clearer. She is afraid of coming with them.

Anakin understands. He did try to kill her. He is the reason her life was as hard as it was (not that the life of a Jedi was ever easy, but what she has gone through… it’s so much worse). He knows she cannot trust him. He just hopes she can trust Obi-wan.

Obi-wan understands. He remembers her fear in the chamber of judgement. Her guardedness when the council asked her back. Her barbs the last time they saw one another. He knows she cannot trust him. He just hopes she can trust Anakin.

They are both wrong. She has always trusted them both. Trusts them to guide her and protect her as well as they can. It’s just that, trusting anything is so hard for her now.

She is afraid to hope. She is afraid to undertake this task and fail. Afraid to get close to having them back and have it ripped away.

Suddenly her nebulous status as a Jedi/not a Jedi seems to matter so much more than it has in decades.

They both feel it when she makes her decision.

They feel her fill the bonds that have slowly reawakened with all of her love and all of her trust.

They feel the determination that this will be something she gets to have.

Finally they hear her.

“I’m ready masters. Teach me.”

#ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #force ghost #implied character death

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