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solisvia · 1 year

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Some Daphne (and Fall of Domino) headcanons for the sake of my own little 'verse.

I'm fairly certain that canonically, the Fall of Domino happened around twenty years before the start of the series, but I'm stretching it to one thousand.

I fully accept the version where she was originally a redhead (thank you @butterfly-winx)

She - and all Dominians - has slit pupils and pointy ears

She's very decisive and proactive, as well as protective of everyone who has earned her loyalty.

She has an ambitious streak that surprises everyone, herself included.

Magic nerd ❤️

She's always snacking on flowers of Dominian origin, called dragonhearts.

Her role as a Princess and Keeper or the Dragon Flame has been drilled into her from birth to the point where she barely has a sense of individual identity. This wasn't out of malice but the culture she grew up in.

Her parents, being warriors and guardians themselves, taught her to defend herself from a young age

She doesn't aim for nymphdom intentionally at the beginning. Instead, she starts studying in Magix as a way to find an identity outside of Domino and the Dragon Flame, as well as get out from under her famous parents' shadow.

This is when she meets Politea and the two become best friends. Politea does not betray Daphne.

Nymphs in my verse are creators of new magic. Every power source you see in the show was first created by a nymph, and this usually takes several years. Daphne is very innovative when it comes to magic, and that is the quality that makes her reach nymph status so fast. Daphne's quest is very much a journey of self discovery.

She's loyal to Domino first, but Magix becomes like a second home to her.

Her relationship with her parents becomes stronger after she's had some time to grow into herself. It's even stronger after her (their?) resurrection, with Marion especially. They bond over their shared experience of not having physical bodies.

Domino and Tir Nan Og are political allies. Daphne meets Princess Morgana during a meeting, and the two become friends. This is what informs Daphne's decision to send Bloom to Earth. Daphne doesn't know that the Earth Fairies are under attack too.

Bloom arrives safely to Morgana, but by that time the former Fairy Queen and most of her court is dead, having been killed in a fast and coordinated attack by the Black Circle. This is the beginning of their fairy hunt.

Morgana seals Bloom and her own newborn child in stasis.

After Domino's destruction, Daphne grows to resent the Dragon Flame. What good is a power that makes people targets and fails when it's needed the most?

She's secretly glad for its loss, but she feels guilty about it.

Every time Bloom is in danger, Daphne blames herself. Even though she doesn't want the Flame back, she would take it if it meant keeping Bloom safe.

She sleeps through most of her time as a spirit, but there are times when she's awake and can use small amounts of magic. She uses these moments to return to Domino and try to restore at least some areas.

She suffers from fatigue post resurrection. It comes and goes. Most of her time is spent with a cane or in a wheelchair. This ensures that when she wants to walk, to run, to dance or swim, she has the energy to do so.

Most importantly, she gets all the happiness in the world eventually!

#winx #winx daphne #winx club #winx headcanon #look i love her #all i post is daphne

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cmlbcommish · 1 year

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CMLB: Arkaley Pythons @ Rift Storms, S1D25, 6

This one is dedicated to Kosmo, who chose this path /lh

The CMLB was off to a great start. The Skates were looking pretty dominant, though many teams were just in the competition for fun and did not care about winning, (looking at you, Zeromere Heroes) but all in all, everything was going fine.

Its Blaseball though, so everything had to go wrong.

Day 25, Nagomi is watching an 'away game' as she calls it in her mind. Arkaley Pythons versus the Rift Storms.

The weather has been bordering on a storm the whole time, dark clouds billow in the sky above the Stormdrain, the Storms' stadium.

Parker has been jotting down all the plays of the game, something that he doesn't need to do but enjoys doing anyway. Nagomi figures it's to keep his hands busy, and she is probably right.

Nagomi is looking away when it happens, glancing down at her phone to check her texts. It's the 8th inning, the Storms have a rather commanding lead, 10-2.

She's looking down when she feels Parker urgently grip her arm. When she looks over, He's staring wide eyed at the field.

"What?" Nagomi asks, she also trains her vision to the field to see what the hell he's looking at.

"Marylou Good just disappeared." He murmurs. She can hear the tone of panic in his voice, clear as day.

"She- Fuck." Nagomi is out of her seat in seconds, running down to the field. The level of urgency in his voice… She's only heard it once before.

Marylou had been standing out on the mound, and even through her urgency Nagomi took a cursory glance around where she could have disappeared to, but nothing.

The umpire behind home plate had also seen Marylou disappear, just like Parker. They had immediately called a timeout and were urgently awaiting Nagomi's arrival on the field.

Nagomi is fast on her feet, and Parker's cane is to give him a little more stable mobility, but it doesn't make for speedy getaways, so she's already down talking to them before Parker arrives.

"I didn't see her go." Is the first thing Parker hears. "Parker is the one who saw."

The umpire is a volunteer, going by J. Good. They have a lot of blaseball experience and are allegedly related to Marylou. They don't talk much, and never actually revealed their first name, but they look strangely familiar.

Unlike Marylou's eyes, which have a flaming pupil, this Good only has one visible flaming eye, and boy do they look pissed.

Nagomi doesn't wait for them to respond. "I'm ending the game. I don't care if the Storms would have scored more, this is serious."

Good nods.

"We'll talk more in my office." Nagomi says. She walks over to the batter's box.

"Game's over." She says to Maverick Aero, the current Storms batter.

He tilts his head, "But the game isn't over! There's still some innings left!"

"Someone just disappeared." Nagomi growls. "Game's over." And she walks away.

Commissioners Office

Nagomi is sitting at her desk, her elbows resting on the surface in front of her, her hands steepled with the fingertips resting on her forehead.

She's been deep in thought for a while, waiting for Parker to wake up.

Good is off to her left, leaning against the wall and checking their phone, sneaking glances over at the both of them.

On the right is Parker, taking a nap on the couch. After the amount of hectic scrambling following Marylou's disappearance, Parker kept up fairly well with the hectic cleanup of the incident.

After a few hours, It became evident to both Nagomi and Good that Parker's body was giving out on him, so the both of them gently urged him to take a short nap.

Parker is not often able to resist the allure of sleep, as much as he tries, though he insisted that he only needed a short nap.

"...You're an ILB player, right?" Nagomi murmurs in Good's direction.

They nod.

"If you were trying to be sneaky, you should have picked an alias. There is literally only one player with your last name in the ILB."

"I wasn't trying to be sneaky." They snort. "I was trying to be a volunteer umpire for a new splorts league."

"That's it?"

"That's it, that's all… Well, I guess I was also here to watch Marylou play." They mutter as an afterthought. It makes Nagomi feel that much worse.

"I'm… Really sorry about Marylou."

Good sighs, "I know you are. I know you didn't expect this to happen, trust me."

Nagomi runs both her hands through her hair. "We have no leads, no indication how she disappeared or where she might have gone or how to get her back. I said I would protect them and I failed."

Good sighs. "I'm not going to keep up with your self loathing on this one, boss. The fact of the matter is a player disappeared and barely anyone noticed until we announced it, that's suspicious."

Nagomi turns to look at them as they speak again. "If someone was looking for a reaction, they would do it like incineration. Everyone focuses on an incineration, but whoever did this? They chose sneaky, and that sits strangely with me."

Nagomi nods, "It's fucking wierd is what it is. There has to be a reason, especially without any sort of replacement swapping in."

"Exactly." They nod, "And I hate to say it, but with what little information we have right now I'm thinking we're going to have to wait until it happens again before we can start investigating any patterns."

Good looks over at the loud sound of Nagomi thunking her head on her desk.

She groans, "And I hate to say that you're right. We have nothing to go off of, there's nothing we can do."

"Hopefully they're just missing and we can get them back." Good mutters, swiping away a notification on their phone. "Better hope we don't have to necromancy someone."

Nagomi stares hard, Good doesn't meet her gaze. She doesn't know if they're joking or not.

Parker decides that now is the time to wake up from his nap. "What's happening?" He says immediately, rubbing his eyes.

"We've determined that there's currently nothing we can do other than wait for it to happen again." Nagomi scoffs. She doesn't bother giving context, she knows how Parker's brain works, and he doesn't ask.

"You got any scientist types in your league?" Good ponders, "You could see if they could get some readings on something."

"There's a few on the Stargazers." Parker pipes in. "A majority of them are astrophysicists but a few of them might know some folks in other disciplines."

"Sounds good." Nagomi writes down the idea in her notebook. "Better than waiting around."

"I'll… Draft a 'memorial' for Marylou." Good says, quietly. "So that the people know what's happened and why they should care."

Nagomi and Parker nod, avoiding their gaze.

Good sighs. "I don't want you both to feel responsible for this, honestly. Your intentions with this league are what I wish the ILB was like. Marylou wouldn't want you to blame yourselves."

"It's my league. I can be as responsible as I want." Nagomi says stubbornly. She gets up from her chair. "I do think we're done playing the blame game in circles though, let's get outta here."

The Stormdrain is now empty of spectators, only a few staff members remain, cleaning out the seating for the next game. Thunder rumbles in the sky, and a few lightning bolts descend and hit the lightning rods, despite there being no rain to speak of.

There are two cars waiting outside for them, one for Good and one for Nagomi and Parker.

Parker enters the vehicle before Nagomi, but as she's leaving she looks over to where Good is getting in the car.

"Jenkins." She starts, and they look back at her. "Don't be a stranger."

Good smiles, giving her a two finger salute. "This isn't the last you'll be seeing of me, boss. I promise."

Their car drives away, and Nagomi joins Parker in the car.

"Jenkins Good, huh…" Parker muses.

"Did you know?" Nagomi questions. Parker hums. "I knew there was something familiar about them, but it's hard to recognize them without a crop top on."

"I guess it's true what they say about their abs being their most defining feature, huh." Nagomi snorts out a laugh.

"And now, to say a few words about the missing, I introduce Jenkins Good, pitcher for the Canada Moist Talkers." says the announcer, there is polite and somber applause.

Jenkins Good steps on the stage, they are wearing their signature Talkers jersey, looking every bit the ILB player that they are. They approach the microphone.

"Marylou Good is not my blood cousin." They start. "As most people know, I am an Alternate, and where I am from, I only had my parents in my family. After the switch, Marylou made an active effort to get to know me, when the rest of the Good family here chose the opposite. I will never forget her kindness, her optimism, or her enthusiasm. I miss her greatly and I hope that someday she returns to us, from wherever she has been sent."

More polite applause. The lights in the auditorium dim, and a slideshow of various pictures of Marylou play.

The ending slide shows a picture of Marylou's face, along with the words 'You will not be forgotten.'

#fanteam #nagomi seraph #parker macmillan.1 #j. good #marylou good #blaseball #cmlb stories #arkaley pythons #rift storms #i told people to pick a number and kosmo picked 11 #i accidentally posted this without tags at first whoopsie #this is where it starts getting interesting

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magdlene · 7 months

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i think the thing about being an adult is that no one can fault you for your choices. You come into adulthood and what's the first thing that people tell you all the time: it's your decision now. You're not a child, you're not some awkward teenager, you're an adult and every decision that you make is solely on you, and that is just fine.

I wasn't getting enough hours at my main job so I decided to look for a second one, and it was fairly quick (since fast food places are seemingly always hiring) and I landed a job at this donut corndog place that caters to koreaboos. I walked in on my first day, and it was probably the worst job experiences I've had in a while. There was no training, the coworker that was supposed to be training me wasn't even there at that time even though he knew I would be starting that day. I was awkwardly waiting in the back with some other dude who's entire attitude was "yeah we just kinda get orders and then finish them, I usually sit on my phone most of the time, so yeah," while a giant vat of hot oil popped every once in a while reminding me of the stench of grease and old bread. And that's what we did. Sat on our phones and waited to pass the time until we closed. Usually closing for me means cleaning espresso machines inside and out and mopping every crevice of the store and doing the whole routine with a checklist, so when I asked what we needed to get started on for closing the guy told me they had their own cleaning crew come in during the evening after everyone has left to clean the whole store. They weren't doing a very good job apparently, because there wasn't even any soap to wash my hands.

After about two hours of calming down from the initial "first day jitters" and watching the (lacking) workflow of the place, I picked up my stuff and walked out. Like legitimately walked out, didn't say bye to the other employee, just walked to my car and drove to Canes for a 3 piece finger combo with lemonade. And that's what being an adult is about, being sure in your choices. I didn't have to ask my parents what I should do and hear a tone-deaf response of "that's the real world for you!" I didn't have to explain to anyone my choice, because it was all on me, I was going to face the consequences, good or bad. Yes I still need money, but I ended up just picking up more shifts at my main job. And that's another choice I made. Just like grabbing a snack on my way home as a reward for putting up with one of the most uncomfortable situations of my life was also a choice. And that's what I'm finding adulthood is, a series of choices that just lead you to where you are, and you can change them at any given moment. No one's there to hold your hand anymore, but no one's there to criticize your choices either.

#and I realize how juvenile this all sounds but honestly it's something I've been thinking about a lot #we think our experiences are different from generations before us #but we're all main characters of a coming of age storyline and it always has the same plot points

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golden-captain · 2 years

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Dragon Oak chapter two

I woke up with a start, surely all of that was a dream! I went over to the mirror and stared, and a scaly muzzle stared right back at me. Mike called from his room asking what I was doing up so early, “I was checking if my situation was a dream or not!” The reality still hadn’t quite set in that I am a dragon now. What was I even going to do with my life now? My job might be impossible now with these claws, and what will my parents think!? And walking on all fours is getting really annoying, so I need to see if I can walk upright. Mike walked into my room, looking rather nonplussed that I was a dragon. “So, what are you going to do today?” “To be honest, I'm just going to see if I can still walk upright… and maybe get some clothes to fit as well.” I had realized I was technically still naked at this point. Even though scales covered everything in the joy department, years of habits ingrained in me still made it embarrassing to be naked in front of others.

I walked over to my desk and braced myself against it, rising onto my hind legs; I found that I had to stand on the balls of my feet instead of the sole. I managed to get to a standing position, stepped forward, and immediately tripped and crashed to the floor. “OWWWW!” I rubbed my sore snout as I went to go find something to lean on. “Maybe my old hiking stick would work.” I grabbed the walking stick I had fashioned and made another attempt to walk.

This time, I didn’t immediately fall over; I instead got out the door before my foot caught on the doorway and sent me tumbling down. Mike was laughing at my attempts while sitting on the couch this whole time. “Laugh it up fuzzhead! Maybe you could be helpful and help me learn!” I could hear an unintentional growl in my voice, and I could tell my friend had too. “I did not know I could do that…”

I retreated to my computer and tried to learn how to walk again, falling flat on my face a couple more times before I finally got it down. I still had to walk on the cane for a while before I could walk unsupported, but now I need clothes!

“Hey, Mike, could you help me for a second?”

“What do you need help with?”

“Could you check my new dimensions?”

“Ok,” Mike said as he went and grabbed a tape measure, pencil, and paper

“First, let’s see how tall you are.” He said having me step on the end of the measuring tape. “You are almost 7 feet tall.” He said writing it down on the paper. “Now let’s see how long your tail is… roughly 6 feet long.” He measured my wingspan which came to about 16 feet, almost didn’t have a big enough tape measure! “And your tail is 22 inches around.”

“Thanks Mike!” I took the measuring tape and paper with me to his workshop where the sewing stuff is kept and went back to get a pair of shorts and a shirt to modify, and got to work. The shorts were simple, just cut a hole in the seat and reinforce the edges. Those were knocked out fast, but the shirt was much more difficult, as I had to cut out long slots for the wings to fit through. But after some practice, some velcro, and one ruined shirt later, I had a working design for shorts and shirts. I knocked out the rest pretty quickly after that. I could make some more kinds of clothes when I got back to my house, where all my tools were, but home was over 1,000 miles away.

“Hey Mike! Where do you keep your files!?”

“In the big red toolbox by the saw!”

“Thanks!”

I grabbed the biggest file Mike had here and began filing my talons, but after 15 minutes I gave up and went looking for the angle grinder. After fitting the correct disk, I tested it on a talon, and it did fairly well!

“Hey Mike! The files didn’t work, can you come down here real quick?”

“Sure!” he hurried over to the workshop and saw me holding the angle grinder “Seriously? You thought that would do you better than a file? Which one were you using!?” I showed him the big file I had grabbed “That one is my junk file, try this one!” He handed me a second file, this one making short work of my talons and dulling them to rounded points. At this point, I had gotten better at walking without the ‘cane’, so I put that away, and cleaned up the mess I had made.

“So when are you going to try to fly”

“Wait, what? I had never thought about that! I guess right now it could work.” I started to head outside and towards the lake, managing to keep steady most of the time. I got to the dock a little before Mike did, and I think the lake should make any failures less bone shattering.

“Well here goes nothing!” Mike pulled out his phone.

I started to flap my wings, slowly increasing the speed. I got close to 15 feet off the ground before I lost my balance and fell into the lake, drenching Mike in a tidal wave. “... That was awesome!” He put away his phone and helped me out of the frigid waters of the lake.

“Yeah, but it didn’t work, maybe I should look at actual birds to figure it out…” “What about fire?” Mike asked excitedly.

“Fine. I’ll try that too.” I breathed towards the centre of the lake, and nothing happened, I just kept huffing and puffing, before I let out a sigh of defeat. This time a small blip of flame flew from my mouth “woah! Did you see that?” “What was I supposed to see?”

“This” I let loose another sigh, but made it come from deeper in my body. White hot flames shot from my maw, and flew a good 20-30 feet before dissipating. But it was tiring, and took a lot from me.

“Woah… that’s COOL! Could you do it again so I can record it?” Mike had gotten his phone out again.

“No. That took a lot more out of me than I had anticipated… I think I’m going to go inside and rest for a bit.”

“Yeah, that fire looked pretty powerful! But aren’t you going to try to fly again?”

“I’m going to research how birds fly, and figure it out when I don't feel exhausted. Maybe tomorrow!” I headed back to the cabin to rest for a while and curled up on my bed with my laptop, looking at birds of prey in the meantime.

#i did a write!#i did a thing #writing #dragon oak #dragons #my shitty writing

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 4 years

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I love your blog and your BSD analyses! I too really like looking at the smaller details while trying to figure out the meaning behind them, but I'm not nearly as good at it as you are haha. So I have been wondering why Dazai wears his bandages, mainly the one over his eye because it is a disadvantage. Dazai's bandages don't get explained and I have a feeling that he does not just wear them to cover potential old scars, seeing as his right eye seems fine. I wonder what your thoughts are on this!

Why Dazai Wears Bandages

MY FIRST NON ANON ASK!! LIT! (Not to say I don’t wholeheartedly appreciate anon asks though, I love y’all just as much.) Glad you enjoy my content!

CW/TW: Dazai, Dazai-typical mentions of suicide and self harm. Buckle up, y’all, it’s a long one!

So, this is an interesting question for a multitude of reasons. Firstly, it’s Dazai. He gets complicated fast. Secondly, you’re right--to my knowledge, we still haven’t been told his reasons for wearing bandages. I’ve certainly seen a lot of theories, which I’ll break down in a mo, but please do note that my answer will be entirely speculation. And thirdly, there really should be a reason, because it’s a consistent enough visual theme to warrant an explanation.

The bandages around his arms and neck, I think, are plausibly to cover up old scars. He first met Mori after being hospitalized after a failed, undisclosed suicide attempt, so self-harm scars or old injuries could certainly be underneath. Other than an aesthetic purpose, there doesn’t seem to be any real reason to cover his arms and legs. You’re right, it’s his eye bandage that makes less sense.

The first theory I’ve seen, a favorite of the inscrutable @scalpel-mom-mori, is that it’s purely for aesthetic. He wears them because they look cool. And important thing to note here is that, while wearing them to troll people would be consistent with his character, he also wore them during his mafia days. I suspect, therefore, that there’s a deeper reason than “well I mean they look legit as hell”.

Tied into aesthetic reasons, it could also be a design tribute to IRL Osamu Dazai, considering he also tried committing suicide numerous times until he ultimately succeeded in 1948. But, I much prefer in-universe explanations.

Perhaps, then, he wears them to throw people off. Bandages are a fairly clear indicator that a person is wounded, and eye-injuries in particular can be debilitating. It stands to reason that Dazai wears them to throw off potential enemies and get them to underestimate him. If you’ve read Six of Crows, it’s similar to how Kaz walks around with a cane. A crippling leg injury is enough of a weakness for most people that they don’t look any deeper into a fighter’s tells, which reading can often be how you win the fight. An eye injury bad enough to wear bandages blocking one’s vision, then, is also enough of a weakness that nobody would look too deeply into Dazai’s true tells.

However, unlike Kaz’s crippled leg, Dazai seems to be fine using his eye. So really, wearing bandages around it is an unnecessary handicap. The next logical theory would be that there is something wrong with his eye, it’s just, he doesn’t show it or talk about it. A fic I read suggested he was extra sensitive to light in that eye and so kept it covered, or perhaps he can’t actually see out of the eye at all. It’s certainly plausible.

But if we say his eye is fine, considering his depth perception without the bandages doesn’t seem to be affected, perhaps he covered his eye because someone told him to. Another fic I read suggested he covered it to train himself into being able to fight with shitty depth perception, as per an order from Mori. However, Mori doesn’t seem the type of person to purposely handicap his soldiers, so while it’s possible ble, it’s unlikely.

Here’s what’s really interesting. The show implies that Dazai wore the eye-bandage for years. He wears it during both Fifteen and Dark Era. If I’m being honest, I think it was a thematic and symbolic choice. It’s a character-design choice to distinguish between the two different Dazais: there’s Mafia Dazai, and there’s ADA Dazai. The bandages being removed when Oda dies are symbolic of the change. Plus, bandages in general are consistent as a motif of the Port Mafia, not just for Dazai. If you’re up to date with the manga, you know what I mean. Since I try not to spoil the manga too heavily on my blog, I won’t write it out here--but if you don’t know what I’m talking about and don’t mind spoilers, please feel free to message me!

However, for consistency with my habit of going for in-universe explanations rather than chalking it up to something more meta, I think the most likely reason is this: Dazai originally did get an eye injury somehow, way back in the beginning, and decided he liked the way his face looked with the bandages even after it healed. He kept the bandages on because he figured he could fight fine without that eye, and if he was killed, well, so be it. He wouldn’t mind--in fact, he wanted that. The Dark Era episodes start with him bemoaning how even a squad with a machine gun couldn’t kill him, after all. So Dazai just got into a habit of wrapping his right eye and fighting half-blind as a deliberate handicap. Maybe someone, then, could actually kill him.

After Oda’s death, he doesn’t actively seem to yearn for death past the suicide gags. He resolves to be a better person and fight on the good side, and he refuses to do so half-assed because that would just be an affront to Oda’s memory. So, he doesn’t put the eye-bandage back on.

Whew, that was long! Hope I made sense and that this helped!

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nerdpiggy · 3 years

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Tell us about your ocs!! I'm genuinely curios bc of the tags

[ID: Meme of Hatsune Miku smiling. Top text reads "Thanks for sending me a message". Bottom text reads "You're very cute and I will be replying to you".]

Robin "Robbie" Fuller: The character i play in a DND campaign.

they/them pronouns. they're nonbinary and asexual and don't care to label their romantic attraction.

They're 22 years old and 5'9" (175cm)

Their birthday is November 12th. they're a scorpio

They started off as a Mundane MOTW character and they're now a level 7 warlock in DND. They're a human

They live in a small coastal town in massachusetts called Holyoak and they go to the local college to learn culinary. They live in a single dorm and they have a cute widdle black cat named Chickadee

One day (for various reasons) their life was flip-turned upside down with discovering the existence of monsters, portals, different dimensions, and rifts in spacetime

One of the reasons for them discovering all of this was them meeting a man named Thomas who's a human from a different dimension called the Palisades. He's a well-known Judge over there. (Thomas is @bevtastic 's character)

Robbie gets an offer to join the Interdimensional Defence Agency (IDA), says fuck it and accepts, and Robbie and Thomas stay friends by virtue of their similar jobs.

Robbie is tasked to go to a different dimension (A half-medieval half-wild west desert town called Argyle) to stop a threat that was growing there. Threat turned out to be a massive mind-controlling dragon who wanted revenge for the rest of her dragon species that were killed off by medieval "heroes". Robbie was not cut out for this as their first job. They (with help) subdue the dragon eventually but not before she burned down multiple towns including Argyle to a crisp. Robbie feels very bad about this.

Robbie, Thomas, and the rest of the party receive a mysterious letter leading them to an old abandoned mansion in Holyoak and get roped into a rescue mission to save Thomas's old friend Percy who has apparently been bodysnatched by a bad guy and trapped somewhere for what felt like thousands of years. This is the arc where we switched from Monster of the Week to DND, and Robbie gets connected to a nature deity Adelaide through a purple necklace. They also get a familiar, who is an owl with pitch-black feathers and glowing yellow pupilless eyes that Robbie named Mr. Muffins.

Robbie and Thomas become very good friends :)

Thomas dies.

Robbie goes to the Palisades to find out what happened to him. Turns out he wanted to reveal the secret of interdimensional travel to the public and work to make it open, free, and safe. The people in charge did not allow him to do this by legal means so he aimed to do it illegally, which was when he was murdered by a group of bandits.

On top of that, one of the main reasons why he wanted to reveal the different dimensions is because there is a HUGE interdimensional threat coming our way, and we need to act on it if we want to live.

Percy finds Robbie and asks them to help with this threat, who apparently is a singular person named Siris that has been locked in a prison for thousands of years and somehow got out. Robbie doesn't have much of a choice and accepts.

In the Palisades, there are monsters called Behemoths. they emerge from people who get bitten by a behemoth or who touch the black tar-like substance that runs like rivers in certain areas of the Palisades. During a battle, Robbie gets bitten by a Behemoth, and now they're a candidate for Behemism (aka turning into big giant monster syndrome).

Because Robbie has Behemism and Siris is part of the reason for Behemism existing, they're mind roommates now. Robbie and Siris do not get along very well.

There's more to Robbie but this is their main backstory!!!

[ID: a drawing of Robbie holding a chrysanthemum. They have short pink curly hair, and they're wearing a yellow floral button-up and a purple necklace. They have bandages on their freckled face and they're looking down at the chrysanthemum with a neutral expression.]

Emile Azarel: A character i play in a different campaign that does MOTW.

He/him pronouns, he's trans, demisexual, and demiromantic.

He's 19 and he's 5'3

He doesn't know his actual birthday but the day he celebrates is January 23rd

His MOTW class is The Expert. He's a fire genasi

He was born in central Russia but he doesn't know his parents well because when he was ~8 months old there was a big monster attack that unfortunately killed his parents. A monster hunter named Avery Azarel found Emile, took him in and raised him.

Emile learned to hunt monsters with Avery and the two traveled around together as monster hunters.

Eventually Emile wished to have a solid place to live rather than constantly traveling, because he wanted friends. He found a town in the pacific northwest called Salmon Peak that had everything he wanted: Russian culture, a fairly small easy-to-get-around layout, and some very weird mysteries going on. (Just because Emile wanted to settle didnt mean he wanted to stop monster hunting!)

He moved to Salmon Peak and has met a bunch of new friends! He's also learning more and more about the town, which is turning out to be somehow even weirder than he expected.

Emile is a very sweet, polite boy, but considering the fact that he's only ever been around one person mainly for his entire life, he has a bit of a ways to go when it comes to interacting with people. The monster hunting life means that when there's a monster, you kill it and that usually solves all your problems. Emile has transferred this logic to people as well (if they're a monster, kill em!) and he's learning through friend influence that maybe human lives are a bit more sacred than that.

His favorite color is blue because he loves the sky!

A lot of people underestimate his skills because he's little and looks very young, but he is a very good monster hunter. Because of Avery (the best monster hunter in the biz), his last name has a bit of a reputation.

Emile is blind, autistic, and has vitiligo!

I have much more planned for Emile but I can't say it here because it is MAJOR spoilers!

[ID: a drawing of Emile walking forward. He is wearing a blue shirt with stars on it, blue jeans, a fluffy white jacket, a belt with a star on it, star earrings, a moon necklace, and black shoes. His blue hair is swaying behind him and he's holding a white cane with a red tip. He's smiling slightly.]

Avery Azarel: Emile's parent! I've not played them as a character yet but I've made a character sheet for them.

they/them pronouns. They're agender, aromantic, and pansexual

their age is (???) and their height is 5'7

they have a birthday but nobody knows when it is

Their MOTW class is The Chosen. they appear human

They're widely considered the best monster hunter in the biz. Their name is well-known and they're requested for help all around the world

Because of this, they're constantly traveling and having a house would not make sense. They just pack their things, stay at motels/hotels/etc., camp in the woods and move around to wherever people need them.

Since they've been pretty much everywhere, they always seem to know at least one person from each town. They never seem to get too close to anyone, though

They are fluent in many different languages!

In the past they were paired up with another monster hunter and they made a great duo. That was a couple decades ago; they go solo now.

Years ago, an unexpected and incredibly destructive monster rampaged a small town in Central Russia. Avery came as fast as they could (they were nearby in the area) but they still couldn't finish off the beast before it tore the whole town to shreds. Dozens of homes were crushed, but surprisingly most people survived, with the exception of a couple of people who died under the rubble. Avery felt awful (this was their biggest failure in a while), and as they were searching through the rubble for any more casualties they found little baby Emile, miraculously unscathed. They took him in and raised him from then on.

Nobody, not even Emile, knows very many details about Avery's childhood, their family, their age, or really any information about them. (Emile has been trying to figure out Avery's birthday for AGES so they can celebrate, but Avery has refused to budge)

Their main weapon is 2 pairs of bolas! those are those chains with 2 balls on either end, usually made to be thrown at people's legs to restrain and trip them. they use the bolas both as restraining tools and as their main weapon, because i think weapons where you spin them really fast in front of you are cool

There's a scar over their left eye; whenever someone asks how they got it they always spin a different elaborate tale of an epic monster battle. Nobody knows which (if any) is the true story

there is a WHOLE LOT that I am leaving out if you couldn't tell. There's a huge chunk of their past that I'm leaving out because it's all a big bundle of spoilers. Someday I will be able to elaborate more on Avery!

[ID: a picrew made by djarn of Avery. They're smiling, their head is tilted slightly, and there's a scar over their left eye. Their hair is tied half-up half-down. They're wearing a black shirt with "òwó" on it and a blue jacket with an aromantic flag pin and a pansexual flag pin. the background is an agender flag.]

These are my main OC's! I have more (Orion, Nottwyrm, "Noodlearms", etc.) but these 3 are the main ones that I post about. :3 thank u for asking!!!

If you have any questions about any of my characters I always welcome asks!!! 💖

#oc robbie fuller #oc emile azarel #oc avery azarel #pinned post #i have never used a read more before and idk if i did it right #GOD i hope it works #if it doesn't im so sorry #thank u so much for asking !!!

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Twelve - Baños

We woke up in Baños to the sound of the rushing river outside. We slowly made our way to the hostel breakfast which was delicious, mainly because of the inclusion of hot chocolate! It was the usual breakfast other than that though.

We decided we'd go to the Ruta de Cascadas, one of the main things to do in Baños. Close to the town there are seven waterfalls, each bigger and stronger than the last. Having looked at the cost of a taxi we decided to go for the cheaper and more tacky tourist bus. For $6 each the bus would take us to the main waterfalls, giving us enough time to look around and then get back to Baños.

We got on the double decker bus and went upstairs where the tarpaulin roof was so low we all had to bend right down to move about. We found our seats and were off. But not without some Latino music blaring out very loudly (Tony would definitely have had his fingers in his ears). We kind of loved it.

The first stop was a view over the canyon and a convenient advertisement for a zipline tour. The canyon and the rushing river were impressive but everyone was more eager to get on the little cable car across the canyon. We watched as the Ecuadorian tourists all went in and across, Mike knew there was another, better cable car later so we smugly watched. While we saved a few dollars we did end up buying a $1 plantain with cheese, a traditionally weird Ecuadorian snack. Mike had the first bite and confirmed it was not bananary and my knew found banana bravery meant I had a bit. It was delicious! It didn't taste bananary, more like a sweet potato and the cheese was definitely the best we've had while away.

The second waterfall was directly in the road and so strong the bus had to drop us off and turn around. The fall came over the cliff and crashing to the ground. We all got as close as we dared to take photos. The view to the canyon was also amazing and along the river you could see even more waterfalls on the other side.

The third waterfall was even stronger but again there were canyon activities on offer. This was where we got the cable car and it's a good thing I didn't see it go out before I got on. I was terrified, I didn't look down at all and just concentrated on the other side. It also went incredibly fast (even Mike said it was fast!) which I'm sure shouldn't be allowed. We careered across to the other side and just when I thought we could get off we went backwards and stopped in the middle!! I thought something was really wrong but Mike kept saying, it's just so we can take photos. I didn't take any photos. We finally made it to the other side and it was only when we were safely off that I said it was quite fun.

Before the ultimate waterfall we had the obligatory surprise stop at a sweet factory and shop. We were taken inside and a woman offered us a red square of something. Being cheapskates we both said no until the driver said it was free. Of course we both then gobbled it up, it was so good and tasted like the inside of a fig roll. We then got to see them making whatever it was in big bubbling pans and then onto trays to cool.

Obviously, we were then herded into the shop where I think every single other person bought something except us. We did enjoy the free shot of sugar cane liquor though.

The final stop was at El Pailón del Diablo, the biggest and strongest waterfall. We paid our $1 and followed the track downwards to the side of a rushing river. Halfway down, we had to traverse a wobbly, slippery wooden bridge with a sign indicating a maximum capacity of 50 people. I was constantly checking how many people were on it as I edged my way down. The sound of the waterfall got louder and louder until we saw the main event. It was amazing. And also terrifying. Amazingly terrifying. It was so so so strong I can't even describe it. The bottom didn't even look like water, it looked like a bubbling, steaming cauldron. All I could think was that if you fell in you would die the most horrifying death. We took a lot of photos and gazed in awe. It was like a fire, so hypnotising we couldn't take our eyes off it.

We made our way back to the bus (after stroking more street dogs) and rode back to Baños. Considering the whole thing was over four hours we thought it was $6 well spent!

A little break in our hotel and we were off again. This time to Baños' famous thermal pools, heated by water from natural hot springs. We queued up to the entrance with a lot of Ecuadorians waiting for it to open and chatting with an Ecuadorian man who was desperate to know what we'd paid for everything (our hostel, the bus, everything). We got in fairly quickly and managed to find a changing room. Whatever you're imagining this to be like downgrade it by 100. This was not a spa, it was public baths and so nothing was pristine. The shower in the bare concrete changing rooms was gloriously hot water from the springs though!

We walked up to the roof where we'd read the cooler pools were as we didn't want to make idiots of ourselves as the only Westerners there. The town's huge waterfall was our backdrop at less than 30m away and we edged our way in. The pool was filled with Ecuadorians but we managed to find a spot to sit in. It was surprisingly relaxing given how busy it was and it was the perfect place to people watch!

Having been in the pool for a while we decided to brave it and try the pool downstairs. 48 degrees of goodness! It was smaller and we noticed that a lot of people were hanging out on the stairs, too agonised to go any further. A few heroic Ecuadorian women were sitting in the pool like it was nothing. We walked in and as we did we could feel the water tingling our skin. Now, I like my baths and showers scalding so I was exciting to try the super hot bath. Mike wasn't so keen. He bravely walked in though and didn't make a fuss. I loved it!! It was admittedly hotter than my baths but it was lovely! I felt quite pleased I was among the minority who were enjoying the experience.

You're only allowed to stay in the pool for 5 minutes and it was probably a good thing that we did. We got into the freezing cold plunge pool next (which I really didn't want to do). It was cold but we got used to it after a while. Then something weird happened, I felt like I was drunk or was going to faint. My body clearly couldn't handle what was going on. I could see Mike's eyes glazing over too so told him maybe we should get out and sit on the side for a bit.

Sitting on the side we both felt very weird. My heart was pounding and I was slightly worried it wasn't going to stop. Mike also felt weird and went very quiet. Luckily a lot of Ecuadorians were also sitting on the side so we didn't look too weird and after a few minutes the feeling went away. We considered experiencing the hot pool again but decided better of it. We also realised we hadn't really eaten since breakfast so should probably have dinner.

Dinner that night was a takeaway pizza! I had decided I wanted to get a pizza from a famously good place in town, bring it back to our room and have a pizza and film night. And it was great. The pizza even had artichokes on, mmmm! We watched Oceans 8 which was fine and another episode of When they See us which was brilliant.

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