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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! here’s the first chapter to a new multi part series i’m working on! it’s an isekai of honkai star rail. (sahsrau, sort of…?) ANYWAY!! enjoy,,, updates will be. idk maybe once a month so i don’t get stressed about pumping out chapters… this baby has been baking for a few months in the drafts already LMAO. likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3 and my reqs are perpetually open! 4.1K words.
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** Written PRE 1.4 – Any mentions of new characters is pure speculation and or headcannons.
Your dailys are finished and there’s no new content, so you decide to look for some hidden quests throughout the map. You’re sure you’ve collected all the chests on the Herta Space Station, but you use a teleport waypoint there anyway. Caelus (although that is not what you have named them,) sprints under your control, running against the invisible wall separating available land from unavailable land.
You click aimlessly, your character summoning their weapon of choice, a bat in this case, and attacking the blank divider. They hit it a few times, the animation sparking as they attacked the blank. It’s not like you’re expecting something to happen, although a person can hope, but then something does happen.
The office around you, where you’re playing on your PC blurs. You attempt to clear your vision with a few harsh blinks, but your vision only gets worse. It’s golden tunnel vision to your computer screen, the Trailblazer isn’t there, oddly enough, but that doesn’t quite matter at the moment, as you feel the world around you warp. Your body and soul, something you weren't even aware of, are pulled, nay sucked, into your screen. The screen, something that should be impermeable, gives way like nothing, like air.
Something as large as the human body should not be able to fit through your screen, but you do. Somehow you do.
It’s warm and hot and cold and freeing as it is oppressive.
You’re disoriented and confused, and for some reason you know you’re no longer alone and in your office.
Tentatively you allow yourself to move and lift your head. Instead of being seated on your desk chair, you’ve fallen into a heap in… is this one of the rooms in the Supply Zone? That.. that cannot be right. That’s in a video game and this is real life.
…Right?
What are you thinking about?! Of course this is real life, just a dream, yes, a dream. What are they called, lucid dreams? That makes sense, you’re lucid dreaming, even if you’ve never had one before, you’re lucid dreaming.
Well if you’re lucid dreaming, maybe you can have some fun? What do you do?
Fuck, you aren’t prepared for this.
Before you can think of something good someone moseys into the modern-style storage room you're in. Oh, hey, it’s the main character of Honkai: Star Rail, the game you were playing before falling into this lucid state. You want to greet them; you should greet them.
Wait, do you call them Caelus or the name you put into the game? Ah, wait, can you pause this?
“Huh? What are you doing in here?” Their voice sounds… well just like it does in game.
You hesitate, unsure of how to answer because you don’t know what you’re doing here. They wait for a reply, head tilting cutely as you think of a comprehensible answer.
“I’m… not sure.” You draw out the sentence as if by prolonging the words a better answer would appear.
Caelus walks closer to you, moving from the doorway to stand only a foot away holding out their hand to help you up.
“Are you lost? What part of the base are you stationed at? I know this place really well, I can help you find where you belong.” The confidence in their voice wanes, “Well, by your clothes…” their brow creases “are you from here?”
“Uh, I don’t, I don't know.”
They purse their lips, head tilting as they think. “Well, I don’t know who I should bring you to. You’re not a threat, at least not yet. Herta would be my first guess, but I don’t like her, and she might not even care or respond.” Another moment as they ponder, “let’s go find Mr Yang. He might be able to help jog your memory, or find out where you’re supposed to be.”
“Okay.” The walk through the station feels like a fever dream, though this is a dream, so that makes sense.
Caelus pulls open the heavy metal door to the Astral Express and holds out a hand to help you climb up inside. They don’t let go of your hand as you enter the passenger cabin.
“Mr Yang?” They call out, fingers readjusting over your own. Their hand is cool and comforting, realistic for a dream.
Welt Yang, sitting on the red curving couch looks up, setting down his book. His eyebrows raise when he sees that Caelus is not alone and is towing along a strange person dressed in even stranger clothes.
“Yes, Caelus? What do you need?” His eyes flicker between your faces before settling on Caelus’.
“This person, ah what’s your name?” They flush a pretty pink and turn to you, fingers flexing nervously around yours. When you give it to them, they repeat it aloud to Welt. “Is lost. How do we help them?”
Welt Yang frowns, a crease denting his forehead and he adjusts his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he gives a low, thoughtful hum.
“What did Madam Herta say? You found them on her vessel.” Caleus rubs the back of their neck, a pink falling over his cheeks and tinting his ears.
“Well, I was hoping to avoid taking them to her…”
Welt doesn’t react, as if already knowing the answer. “Well,” his amber eyes meet yours. “What do you say to staying on the Astral Express for the time being? Of course, we’ll have to check with the conductor to make sure that’s okay.”
Caelus nods, their eyes narrowing as they think. “Do you think Ms Himeko might have an idea of how to jog their memory?” Their body shifts towards you as do their eyes, “in any case, we should find Pompom first, that’s the conductor.”
You want to say you know exactly who Pompom is, but that would sound odd from what should be a stranger, wouldn’t it?
Speak of the devil, Pompom comes waddling their body over to your gaggle. They aren’t as small as the game made them seem, maybe four feet of smooth fluff, and a content face.
“Hi Trailblazer, hi Welt, hi… Hi.” They pause and look up into your face, their features contorting, before they accuse you. “You aren’t a passenger!”
“Oh.” You don’t really know how to respond to that. Aside from acknowledging the obvious, they haven’t given you anything worthwhile to say. Before the silence can become too suffocating Caelus comes to the rescue, saving you from the critical look of the conductor.
“About that!” They give the creature a charming smile, putting their body between yours and theirs. “I was hoping my new friend could stay on the express until they can remember where their home is.”
So that’s why you’re staying, well staying til you wake, maybe wake. Fuck, you need a minute, well maybe once it settles in and you realize that you can’t escape, and don’t know how or why you’re here. Oh, you hope this is just a sleep deprived, very immersive deep sleep.
“Hmm,” Pompom shoves past Caelus’ legs to size you up. Their large, animal eyes make you melt, and you offer them a shy, nervous smile. “We’re out of rooms, but,” they turn back to Caelus, “if you or another passenger are willing to share, Pompom guesses they can stay.”
“Thank you, Pompom,” your smile widens a bit more. “But, maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to say that. I don’t know if anyone would want to share a room with me.” A breathy, panicky laugh leaves you, “I am a stranger here, after all.”
Pompom gives you one last, long look before shuffling away back to their rounds of the train.
“Hm, well, I understand where you’re coming from. But,” Caelus frowns and their eyes darken, going downcast, nervously. “I feel oddly connected to you. There’s more than one reason I didn’t take you to Madam Herta. I was hoping you might be able to stay on the Express, at least for a bit. So I could get to know you, a bit.” As your expression remains impassive, they’re quick to continue, taking hold of both of your hands. Their hands are large and warm, engulfing yours earnestly. “Please don’t get the wrong idea. I am trying to help you, however I can. Which is why I want to extend an invitation for you to stay with me, in my room.”
“Thank you, Caelus.” Warmth fills both your heart and face, both from the words and their touch alike. “I know you’re trying to help me, I truly appreciate it.”
They’re being so genuine, it makes you want to cry. How can you tell them this is all a dream, your dream at that. They aren’t even real, for crying out loud! The way they treat you makes you never want to wake up, stay so they can care for you, spend time with you. Would it be selfish to want to stay, to never leave, what would happen to your life if you never woke up, never left this dream (game, whatever it is now)?
You have the sudden urge to harm yourself, just for the sake of proving if this reality is just a dream or if some spatial temporal nonsense happened for you to get sucked into your PC’s game, turned real world.
The time you spend worrying cuts short when March 7th’s cheerful voice calls into the express. You hadn’t even noticed the metal screaming of the door as it was pried open.
“Caelus~ Help me convince Dan Heng to let us go back to the Xianzhou Luofu for some Berrypheasant Skewers and Immortal’s Delight- oh!” She’s spotted you. Her face lights up, an odd reaction, you think, upon seeing a stranger in what is essentially her home. “Hi there!”
“Hi,” you greet meekly, not used to being around someone so high energy. Not that you don’t like it, on the contrary she’s a very gregarious person, and the energy she brings makes you feel content.
“Caelus didn’t tell me they brought a guest!” March giggles. “It’s nice to see you, have we met before? I’d hate to think I’d forgotten your face.”
“No, you haven’t met me before.” It’s not a lie, you craft your words carefully. You know her though, very well, at that.
“Oh, well you can call me March 7th! What’s your name?” She fully enters the compartment now, the heavy train door slamming loudly behind her. She’s really pretty and cute in person, you wish that your mind could come up with any better words to describe her, but your mouth feels more than a little dry as she gets closer to you. You tell her, words sounding like mush, but she smiles and repeats it back to you, giving it a compliment.
She makes your heart stutter, and you smile at her, a little dumbly. Luckily Caelus seems sympathetic to your plight (going dumb at the sight of a pretty girl) and takes over explaining why you’re here.
“Memory loss, huh?” March pulls a sympathetic face. “I can relate. Well, you seem like a lovely person, and a friend of Caelus is a friend of mine, so my door is always open if you need to talk.”
Your deceit feels harsh, because you don’t have memory loss. Now March might try to bond over this perceived shared trauma, one that you don’t have…
March pats your shoulder in an attempt to soothe, a rush of her scent (solidifying this is more than a dream) fills your nose, fresh, clean, and sweet.
“Thank you, March, I appreciate it.”
“Anything for a friend!” March turns to Caelus, who lets your hands go as March engages them in a conversation. “Now, Caelus, help me convince Dan Heng to vote for Xianzhou Luofu on this week’s stop! I really want some of the local food.” She exaggerates the ‘really’ dramatically, making her eyes wider; the epitome of puppy dog style begging.
“Ah,” Caelus turns their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. “I already was planning on voting for Jarilo VI, and I’m pretty sure Dan Heng is dead set on his vote for another week at the space station.”
March sighs in disappointment, eyeing Welt as her next target before, “Wait! You’re officially a passenger now!” She is talking to you, “won’t you please vote for the Xianzhou Luofu as this week’s destination?”
The Xianzhou Luofu, you think about it. They don’t know that you know the place like the back of your hand, but it’s not like you have anything against the place. In fact, you’d rather not face the harsh cold of Jarilo VI so new to this world.
Oh, you shouldn’t have thought about that right now, the fact you’re stuck here for who knows how long, and you’re passively deceiving everyone you meet. Your knees feel a bit weak, but you manage to force an agreeable response to March.
“I’m feeling a bit tired, Caelus,” you grab their forearm to steady, “could I have a moment to lay down?”
“Oh shit,” they steady you, leading you to the couch, and helping you lay diagonally. Your eyes slip closed. Not caring about what you make yourself look like, you turn your face into the back cushion, tightening the harshness of how tight your eyes are closed.
Are you really stuck here? Is this more than a dream? Without fully realizing it, you drag your blunt nails over the length of your forearm. A soft, trembling gasp disguises the hiss of pain you make. Not a dream.
Fuck, not a dream.
You push your face deeper into the cushion, inhaling the scent of dust and fabric. The sensory input makes you even more certain this isn’t a dream. How do you go back to your world? Are you a missing person yet? What harm will come if you stay here, both to this world and your world? Do you tell them the truth?
How earth-shattering would it be to find out that your whole life is nothing but code? You are but a character built to entertain millions, any sense of individuality and personhood would surely fade. You can’t do that to them, can you?
But maybe it would help you get back to where you belong…
It hits you then, Welt Yang. Well, he doesn’t hit you. He’s still reading his book on the couch opposite to you. You’re no lore expert on any Honkai game except Star Rail, but he’s from like, another world as well, or something like that, right? Sure that world is another video game, probably, but alternate dimensions are alternate dimensions, right?
How would that conversation start? Hey Mr Yang, you’re a video game character and I’m from a different world, teehee can you help me figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do now? Would he even believe you? Would you even believe you?
A warm hand rubs over your upper back, along your shoulder blades and vertebrae. Caelus, your heart stutters, a funny thing, at how you already know how much you’ll miss them.
“Do you want to use one of my Life Transmitters or a Healing Spray?” They offer their voice, kind and calm. “Or would something like Comfort Food be more to your taste right now?”
You move your face out of the cushion, “thank you, Caelus, you’re too kind. I’ll be okay, just… thinking.” Thinking of how this shouldn’t be real, how you’re too good to be real.
“Of course, let me know if you need anything. Anything at all, no matter how small.”
Caelus eventually left with March to pester Dan Heng, leaving you to revel in your confusing thoughts. After a few more minutes of lying on the couch, you steel yourself to face Welt Yang.
Thinking of his face is enough to make your hands clam up. Will he send you away and dismiss it as insane ramblings of nervous breakdown from one of Miss Herta’s overworked employees? He’ll believe you, won’t he? Surely a man of his caliber and experience can spot when someone is telling the truth, no matter how fantastical?
Pushing yourself up, you fight the tired and nerves that cling to you, and stand on unsteady legs. Welt looks up as you approach, folding the ear of the page he’s on and snapping the book shut.
“Uhm, Mr Yang, could we maybe talk in private?” Your voice sounds warbled, but if it’s more than a trick of your ears Mr Yang doesn’t let you know, instead offering you a reassuring smile and nodding.
“I will lead you to my room. No one will disrupt us there.” You’re glad he hasn’t questioned your intentions. Does he suspect you already and was unwilling to call you out openly?
Welt leads you down the sleeping cart aisle, maintaining a respectful distance from you the whole while.
He uses the handle of his cane to tap on his door handle, a jolt of pink-red magic and a click of the door’s locking mechanism and you are presented with your chance to talk to Welt Yang privately.
Welt’s eyes meet yours expectantly. You gulp.
“So. On a scale of one to one hundred how well would you react to me telling you this is a video game?” Yeah, and if this goes poorly you can pretend this was all a joke–!
Welt's previously curious harden into something more serious. “What?”
Ah fuck, nope, nevermind. “Hahaha.” It’s fake and painfully obvious to you both. “Sorry to bother you Mr Yang, I will see myself out.”
“No.” Welt positions himself between you and the exit. “Tell me.”
It’s hard not to spill the beans when those dark amber eyes bore into your very soul. And, you do.
You tell him how you got sucked through your PC and woke up in what should be simply pixels on your monitor. You tell him how you don’t know what to do and how he’s one of the only characters, well, you correct yourself, people, you thought might know how to help you.
Welt’s face is stoic and you purse your lips as your nerve filled ramble comes to an end. “How… odd.”
You’re sure it must be. Especially for him, learning he’s a game franchise’s tool, everything he’s done was all written out and predetermined by forces he has no hope to control.
Welt sits on the edge of his bed, cane used to steady himself. “I need a moment, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, I’m the interloper here.” You kneel in front of him, trying to comfort the man in any way you can. After a brief hesitation you cover his hand with your own. Perhaps physical contact will bring some sense of consolation.
His brows are furrowed, but your touch lesses it minutely.
“Do you… want to go back?”
It’s a fair question, but you aren’t sure of the answer yourself. Because on one hand, being in this fantasy world with characters you like that treat you nicely is quite literally a dream come true, but on the other hand you have a life. Not anything important, you’re just a person. A person with friends and family and a job that all needs you.
You cannot be sure of how much time will pass before you can leave this world, universe, whatever. Is this even your real body? Is there an empty vessel sitting in your desk chair that will wither and decay while you explore the wide world of Honkai Star Rail? You are led to believe this is your real body due to the sensations that an artificial vessel wouldn’t feel.
But.
There are your favorite characters and they’re so so nice. So far.
Your inner turmoil must be showing on your face because Welt squeezes your hand, running his thumb over the back of your palm.
“I suppose a better question might be: are you comfortable staying in this world for a prolonged period of time?”
This time the answer comes easier, “yes.”
“That certainly makes things easier,” Welt relents.
“Do we tell anyone?” The question brings on another bout of quiet. You wet your lips, nerves still simmering from the confession you made.
“I think it would be best to keep it among the, how shall I phrase it, main characters?” Welt winces. “Who would they be? Me, if you know enough to confide in me, and who else?”
“Well, I don’t think you, the Express, like all the main characters, but,” you sigh, beginning to count off who you can think of. “Caelus, March, Dan Heng, you, Himeko, Sampo, Gepard, Serval, Bronya, Seele, Natasha, Luka, Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Herta; maybe, Asta, Arlan, Jing Yuan, Yanqing, Jinglui, Loucha… There might be more, but they seem to be the most lore relevant and repetitive so far.”
“Yes, I imagine some conflict might crop up with that roster…” Welt thinks. The way his brow furrows and his legs spread (manspreading… drool) is subtly attractive.
Ah, the Stellaron Hunters. You can and will admit you want to see Blade and Kafka badly, but if it could result in… tension, would it be worth it in the long run? Just to satiate your thirst? They’re so imposing in the best way possible.
“Hm. Do you want to tell them?” Welt interrupts your little Kafka slash Blade slash you fantasy.
After a moment of mentally debating, you decide that, “yes, I do. All of them.”
“Very well.” Welt gives a reassuring smile, “I will support you in any path you may choose to take.” And if that didn’t make butterflies flutter all the way from the pit of your tummy up to your throat.
“If they were to ask; how am I going to prove myself? Is there something that can show I’m not from this world?” Sudden anxiety seizes you, will your favorite characters mock you? You’d die.
“There’s nothing to say they won’t believe you. You’ve convinced me after all.” It helps you stay calm, and you nod seriously. There’s another gap where neither of you speak.
“Who will we see first, do you know?”
“How about the whole Express has a meeting and we can decide from there, sound good?” Ah, that smile. A shot to the heart it is.
“Yes, thank you, Mr Yang.” Your face is hot when you say it, suddenly desperate to leave the room and cool yourself.
Oblivious to your sudden burst of attraction, Welt continues on. “Of course, always feel free to stop by my room. I’d like to extend an invitation as the others have, if you want to rest in my room, you’re welcome to.”
Rounding up the entire Astral Express doesn’t take as long as you expected it to. Himeko was in her room; and March, Caelus, and Dan Heng weren’t far from the loading deck; and Pompom is always on the Express.
“So.” You start, folding your hands together and looking at everyone around the table. They’re all watching you, and it’s really sort of scary, but you need to be brave. “I’m not from… here.”
Honestly they take the news well. Sure there were some questions, some you knew the answer to, others you are unsure of yourself.
“Is that why,” Caelus cuts themself off. “I feel drawn to you.”
“Drawn to me?” Your head tilts curiously, “could you expand on that?”
“I feel it too,” Dan Heng murmurs, eyeing Caelus. At this you lean back, furrowing your brows in thought.
“Oh?” March leans into Dan Heng’s seat. “I think I know what they’re talking about.”
“Something, emotionally, maybe, makes me want to be close with you,” Himeko speaks to you directly for the first time. “It’s like a tugging in my chest telling me to care about you.”
Ignoring the blatant rush of heat to your cheeks, Caelus expands on Himeko’s words. “Exactly. I can’t explain how or why, but I feel that you’re important, at least to me.”
Fuck, they’re going to make leaving so hard, won’t they? They can’t just say things like that.
“Oh.” Processing those words is hard.
Noting the way you’ve halted and your body language, March hovers a hand over your forearm, debating whether to touch you.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” She asks, already sounding let down.
“No! No, not at all. It’s just.” You laugh, not out of humor or joy, but something nervous. “If you guys say things like that I’m not going to want to leave.”
“What if we don’t want you to leave?”
“I think that’s a conversation for another day, Caelus.” Welt steers the conversation back on track; what you really came to ask: “Where are we stopping first?”
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Hi it's me again. Incoming massive word vomit alskdlfkdjfkj sorry! :')
Can I request a platonic fic of Dan Feng and a very young, quiet and stressed Vidyadhara!reader who frequents the Alchemy Commission? Basically, Reader is an Emanator of the Hunt with an armored form (but it's draining so she can't maintain it for very long).
Those injuries that she shows up with? They're not from fighting bullies, they're from fighting small-scale invasions of Abundance monsters when the Cloud Knights aren't able to (for whatever reason).
Her Emanator form that takes stamina to maintain? Probably why she is constantly exhausted. Kiddo's burning too many calories while on an atrociously light diet. Probably passed out from hunger and lack of sleep a few times.
She hides it all and no longer hangs out with her friends because there was a time when a friend was targeted to draw her out and that just—it wasn't fun. :') Now she's one of the Luofu's worst bundles of anxiety...
You decide when and how Dan Feng finds out. 8')))))
(My friend was reading over my shoulder and they said that this feels like a Spider-Man & Aunt May situation AKLSDJFLAKDJSFLKJDKFJ)
★ A/N: Haha, it kinda does actually, this isn't as long as some of my other fics but I hope this was alright anyways anon!! Sorry it took awhile
☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Hurt/Comfort? (Kinda, not rlly at the same time)
★ Format: Fic (W.C: 1073)
☆ Warnings: Mentions of passing out
★ Extra: Request had she/her pronouns used but reader in this is still GN with they/them // Possible OOC Dan Feng
Being granted power from the Aeon of Hunt themself is a blessing many may have stated. Others think otherwise, but one thing is for sure. Anyone who has been lucky to be blessed with power from any Aeon was powerful.
Many also believe a teenager should not be blessed with this power, and if they are to inform someone. The power given cannot be taken lightly, yet you. You refuse to let anyone know of your status of being an Emantor.
Nor let anyone know why Scalegorge Waterscape has never seen another Abundance Monster invasion. Everyone enjoys the peace and no one questions it. The only time it was finally addressed just who was responsible for keeping the area safe was when someone was being attacked and someone quickly stepped in.
No one knew who it was, no one knew it was you saving them. No one knew it was your friend who had been attacked and you had to quickly step in to save them. And that was fine by you, you didn’t WANT anyone to know your identity.
From that day alone you knew if people knew who you were, that meant the Abundance Monsters could find out and will target someone even dearer to you. You didn’t even know how they found out who you were friends with, but all that matters was that the less they knew about you. The less your loved ones would get hurt.
It’s no wonder why many advise younger people of the Xianzhou to inform someone if they ever become an Emantor. Just looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how tired you are. How much this “job” has taken a toll on you was enough to tell you, to remind you that you should’ve told someone.
It was too late for that anyways, you still had to save people. And when you were returning back from your trip to the alchemy commission, you spotted a Foxian about to be ambushed, so as always. You stepped in with your Emantor form. Unbeknownst to you though, that may have been the last straw for your body, as you bid the Foxian goodbye and you turn to leave, your body finally gave way and all you could see after that was black
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You may have escaped the many questions thrown at you when asked why you were home late or when people point out the injuries you’ve just sustained. But perhaps your luck was running thin as now you were in front of the High Elder Dan Feng himself. To make matters worse, he did NOT look pleased.
Okay so maybe you weren’t in front of him, at least not standing. You were laying down and with one head turn to the side you caught the eyes of a very displeased High Elder. He arose from the seat he had taken and looked at the Vidyadhara near him.
“Leave, I need to talk to them”
The woman nodded before leaving the room, quickly his eyes turned back to you. Slowly you sat up and your body and slightly moved away.
“H-high Elder…w-what are you doing he-”
“Are you feeling okay?”
He quickly cuts you off. Staring at you, his eyes soften a bit as he reaches a hand out to check your forehead.
“The healers said you had many injuries covering your body. Why is this?”
“...Just some bullies, nothing to be worried about”
He stared at you before removing his hand and crossing his arms. Silence filled the room quickly. Your eyes trailed away from his realising he wasn’t going to believe you.
“I found you, passed out on the ground…and from people who were in the area. The famous ‘Emantor of the Hunt’ was there saving a Foxian, no?”
“...”
“...You’re the Emantor aren’t you?”
He could only sigh as you continued to have your lips sealed, unwilling to speak. Unwilling to give away your secret. But that was all he really needed to know the truth. You felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down near you. He closes his eyes as he takes a small breath.
“You should’ve-”
“I know…I’m…I’m sorry…I just”
“It’s okay…but…you’re going to have to tell someone, your parents”
“B-but if I do, t-the abundance beasts…t-they’ll know. They’re gonna h-hurt my fa-”
Dan Feng quickly casts his gaze toward you, promptly shutting you up. He sighs a bit. He knows why you won’t tell, he knows people who are young don’t always follow advice people tell them when something happens. So he understands, at least he’s trying too.
“I will deal with the Abundance Monsters, I’ll get Cloud Knights and some of my friends to do so. You are still a kid. You shouldn’t be handling this kind of responsibility. And as your High Elder, I urge you to tell your family”
“...but-”
“But nothing, you don’t have to tell them right away but you will eventually…you will also no longer be fighting these monsters. Not until you're old enough…if you truly wish to continue helping, then wait till you're older. Then you can come to me and I’ll take you in as my pupil. I’ll teach you how to manage your abilities and how to fight even without your form”
You stare at him for a while. A good while before casting your eyes down, playing with your hands. Still unsure about the decision you didn’t get to play a part in. A part of you wants to rebel, the other part knows. Knows that what Dan Feng is saying is correct. It knows he only wants the best for you, still no words can be formed. You were still tired, all you could do was weakly nod.
Even if you were to refuse, Dan Feng is a stubborn one. He nods approvingly before standing up and walking to the door, he looks back at you.
“I’ll get you a meal, what would you prefer?”
You gave your answer and soon he left. You slowly laid down on the bed once again. Closing your eyes and slowly you were sent to the land of dreams.
When Dan Feng comes back with your choice of food, he spots you asleep on the bed. Resting the blood on the table next to yours, he sits down back on the chair, watching you. The peaceful look on your face gives him peace of mind.
“Sleep well then little one”
Finally cleared out all my requests haha. They'll still be closed for now though. Thank you anon for being patient with me and I hope you enjoyed.
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What AI Art is NOT
I keep seeing people refuting points from REAL ACTUAL ARTISTS using these talking points. So here’s a sort of FAQ of what I’ve seen.
Q: Isn’t AI Art is just a tool?
A: Tools include grids, perspective lines, rulers, apps like Sketch Up which place assets that are pre-designed and cannot be altered, et cetera. Tools are NOT: apps that draw the whole picture for you. If AI datasets were tools, then artists would also be tools. Artists aren’t tools.
Q: AI Art isn’t stealing art. It’s just like a collage.
A: I really want you to think about what a collage is versus the kind of art an AI dataset spits out. Are those things the same? Collages are derivative and generally fall under parody law, so long as the person creating them isn’t taking credit for the parts of the collage they didn’t photograph or draw. You cannot sell a collage of other peoples’ work without express written permission from those people. The elements of a collage are each separate and identifiable as such.
AI art is not a collage. The elements of an AI art piece are not separate and identifiable. They are combined into one single piece, where each piece cannot specifically be traced. AI art does not fit the definition of a derivative or parody work.
Q: If someone puts their art on the internet, it’s fair game.
A: Copyright law specifically disagrees with you on this point.
Q: If it’s not a collage and one can’t see the pieces of the art, doesn’t that make it an original work, and therefore, it’s not theft?
A: AI isn’t generating a new image. It’s taking pieces from many originals and “claiming” to make a new original piece. However, AI cannot generate these things without knowing what they are (IE skimming tags and allowing users to tell the AI what’s in the picture) Without the input of original artists, an AI would not be able to create anything, which is why most datasets include millions of pieces of art “scraped” (AKA stolen) from the internet. Currently, these pieces AI makes are being sold, and the owners of the datasets are charging for their use. This means that people who did not actually create the art are being paid, whereas the original artists are not.
Q: AI art can’t replace real artists. You’re fearmongering.
A: AI art has already replaced real artists. Shortly after Kim Jung Ji died, someone fed all his artwork into a dataset and “created” several new pieces that were almost identical to his style. Cosmopolitan magazine released a cover “drawn” by an AI and blatantly stated on the cover “and it only took 20 seconds to make.” A magazine article in The Atlantic used AI art to generate a photo of Alex Jones surrounded by papers. Someone submitted AI generated art to an art contest and won. Several anecdotal stories (not verified, but reliable) on Twitter state that small companies have fired their graphic designers or cut their work force. Commissioned artists have reported dropping sales numbers.
Corporations (and most people) will ALWAYS favor a cheaper option. If it’s good enough, it’s usable. The Cosmo magazine cover and the article header image were TERRIBLE, and they still went to print. Everyone should know by now that corporations will ALWAYS screw people over when they’re able to. If AI art becomes acceptable and commonplace, in-house artists will be replaced. This isn’t theoretical. It is already happening.
Q: It’s going to happen anyway. You can either embrace it or reject it. (Yes, this is real. Someone actually said this to me.)
A: Yes... Exactly. I’m rejecting it. Without laws to protect artists, I will fight AI art whenever and wherever I can. It might be fun and convenient for you, a non-artist, but it is terrifying and heartbreaking for artists. Websites like Deviantart and Clip Studio Paint who said “well it’s going to happen anyway” should have been the first line of defense against the creep of AI art, but they failed. It can only take over if people let it. Stop letting it.
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and now, a playlist:
Mister Americana and the Heartbreak Prince
or,
FirstPrince (Taylor's Version)
shoutout to my beloved cherry @blairwaldcrf my friend in rwrb and my enabler in everything related to the two himbos above.
shoutout to this post specifically for their intrepid scholarship
listen at the unlisted youtube playlist here
Track list and annotations under the cut.
✨tracks✨
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
They broke an $80k wedding cake. and alex is such a brat about it. and holds a grudge like none other
Gorgeous
Alex hoarding that magazine cover of Henry. Henry is literally so gorgeous the bisexual jumps out
Teardrops on my Guitar
Henry-coded the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart I MEAN
Untouchable
The. YEARNING. I want you but I cannot risk telling you so you please tell me say it first please say it first please. Ever thought about that bros being bros visit from Henry’s perspective? Hmm? I didn’t know you wear glasses
gold rush
Long distance bro-ship. Just chattin and textin. Gay crush gay crush gay crush. Watching each other’s public love lives and seething. Almost jump into the fantasy but then letting it fade to gray. or as the british say, grey.
Stay Beautiful
The constant texting. Each one finds a way to be the other’s highlight of his day. But we were ever so careful dear. Alex being america’s sweetheart and Henry being totally gone for him
Foolish One
Henry kiddoooooo. The prince with the heart on the outside of his chest.
Forever Winter
before their relationship is even romantic, they are a safe place for each other. Like christmas. and thanksgiving.
You’re on Your Own, Kid
NYE. Henry’s gayass breaking point, searching the party of better bodies and wanting wanting wanting.
Tied Together with a Smile
The prince charming act be coming undone!
Message in a Bottle
Alex’s bisexual crisis. He knows henry likes him, and it’s kinda frightening, standing here waiting, and that asshole won’t return his calls so he’s gotta trick him into a state dinner at the white house.
Treacherous
A state dinner of antici………PATION. And a makeout in the drawing room. As one does.
Electric Touch
alex waiting after dinner in his white house bedroom all nervouslike
Snow on the Beach
First hookup. Soft disbelief, because you wanting me tonight feels impossible. Snow in DC (a swamp) is as weird as snow on a beach imo.
I Can See You
FWB era. If you could only see all the things that happen inside my head. At galas and polo matches and wimbledon and whatnot
Wildest Dreams
The henry journey. This will end and it will wreck him but right now it’s beautiful. Also this is the song for hooking up in a stable post polo
Delicate
Secret relationship. Boys are bad with feelings. Oh damn never seen that color blue. I pretend you’re mine all the damn time. Waking up with each other in Paris speaking of:
Paris
No I didn’t see the news. Too busy getting dicked down by the most eligible bachelor in the Western world. What who said that.
Lavender Haze
Don’t read into my melancholia. Let’s just stay in this gay suspended animation. This secret bubble. It’s safe here.
22
They literally spend Alex’s 22nd birthday together you know he was feelin’ 22. Pretty sure the novel says that actually
I Think He Knows
It’s fun and flirty and the feelings are creeping in at the edges, but not enough that they have to face them
Jump Then Fall
Alex is a smitten kitten
So It Goes…
LA gala. All eyes are on them but as separate entities. Magician, illusionist. Trying to play it chill but being utterly incapable.
Starlight
dancing in the club in LA. Alex getting carried away by queer joy
Dress
Their night together in LA. their secret moments in a crowded they got no idea about me and you. Their hands are shaking from holding back from each other! Say his name and everything just stops! They don’t want each other like best friends! Pez only bought those custom kimonos so they could take em off! Ah ah ah ahhhh! Carve your name into Alex’s bedpost, Henry babe.
Hey Stephen
cutesy emailing. Hey henry you blew my mind in LA last week u up? I can’t help it if you look like an angel/achilles/james bond
I’m Only Me when I’m with You
Sweet email exchange post LA. I’ll be damned but I miss you
…Ready for It? (BloopPop remix)
Henry says In the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do….Let the games begin
Glitch
Wimbledon. Fucking love doing things out of spite. I’m not even sorry. Henry will go back eventually to dudes to give him nothing but for now there’s this
Sparks Fly
DNC. Henry really dropped everything to come see alex at the convention. The kinda reckless that should send him running, but he kinda knows that he won’t get far. Give him something that’ll haunt him when he’s not around, Alex.
Everything Has Changed
Telling madam president mom. Do you feel forever about him? Henry making a point to be there for him is alex’s emotional tipping point.
State of Grace
Time between dnc and lakehouse is their state of grace. No leaving, no leaking. It can’t last but its so good. Mosaic broken hearts, but brave and wild and I never saw you coming and I’ll never be the same
cowboy like me
Alex texas boy. The reflective nature he turns on henry once he’s fired from the campaign. Thinking about that word forever
Wonderland
Never worse but never better. In all their searching of the world they won’t find anything else that feels like what they have. yk?
Cruel Summer
summer vacay at the lake house. the darkness approacheth. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you but here I am sealing my fate over and over again
You Are in Love
‘you’re my best friend.’ and you knew what is was: Alex is so in love he could die
willow
Alex at the dock like he is begging for Henry to take his hand and wreck his plans. He’s like that’s my MAN.
illicit affairs
it dies a million little times. like by a lake in the moonlight. henry sees the truth when it shows and alex gets angry because you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else
Bye Bye Baby
henry fleeing texas. You took me home but you just couldn’t keep me
Midnight Rain
He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice
Hits Different
when alex thinks about the sham the firm will make henry go through. I pictured you with other girls “in love” then threw up on the street
august
refrain of henry. It was never mine. You weren’t mine to lose. This was over before it even began
Breathe
Separated. Neither of them doing well.
exile
alex obliviousness meets henrys stubbornness. the imagery of nations and homelands
Anti-Hero
henry has it’s me high I’m the problem it’s me at tea time everybody agrees disease. no cure but it can be treated
Renegade
alex working up a head of steam because he just wants to say get your shit together so I can love you
Maroon
your body comes back to me in dreams and I wake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy!!!!
my tears ricochet
alex has literally never had it within himself to go with grace. Ever. In his life. Bless him. Screaming at skies. Stealing lullabies. You know how it is.
How You Get the [Boy]
Narration of the storming of Kensington Palace. Alex being like I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever
The Archer
Henry prepared for a lot but he never prepared for Alex staying
Love Story
The dramatics the mythologizing of one’s life the I want you / Then fucking have me like “baby, just say yes” also romeo and juliet and pyramus & thisbe are the same fucking story!!!!
Stay Stay Stay
Morning after when Henry comes into the room with coffee. How he could have a lifetime of fine but he’d rather have this.
Holy Ground
Dancing in the V&A
Today Was a Fairytale
Lots of this music plays with the idea of fairytales and royalty and the push and pull idealism has with reality and it just fits so well. Because. Prince. &c.
Come Back…Be Here
Having the big conversation and then alex having to leave and go back to dc. The long distance drama. This is falling in love in the cruelest way.
End Game
choosing to do this thing for real. knowing what they’re up against. Big reputation big reputation ooh you and me would be a big conversation
Labyrinth
oops they both caught feelings. Henry thought the plane was going down how’d he turn it right around
Cornelia Street
The sacred new beginnings that became their religion aka those crazy 48 hours holed up in Kensington. Tender and fragile and amazing
mirrorball
henry’s fable. His shattered pieces and the peasant boy with chin dimples who is not like the regulars the masquerade revelers. never been a natural all he does is just try try try
Paper Rings
I thought you were a nuisance but whoops you're now the air I breathe. In paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams
Timeless
The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me. All the quotes and recitations they send each other in their emails.
cardigan
The intimate email conversations. Always wanting to know more about the other.
Lover
The ease with which they say I love you post storming of the castle.
Out of the Woods
The almost reveal and the cover up dates with June & Nora to make a cover. The hiding in an alleyway in the car. When the sun came up you were looking at me.
False God
Rumors aside they are both In This and that shalt not change. Still worship this love. They might just get away with it.
invisible string
it all began at the olympics. All the winding paths of our public lives one single thread of gold tied me to you, &c.
Mastermind
Henry saying he’s loved Alex the entire goddamned time! Newsflash asshole (affectionate)
hoax
Sería una mentira, porque no sería él. The only hoax he believes in! He feels forever about it!
peace
The last email sent before the leak. Give yourself away sometimes sweetheart there’s so much of you
I Know Places
The something that happens when everybody finds out. The vultures circling dark clouds.
Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince
Alex and the leak fallout. The whispers in the hallway. American stories burning before me & high fives between bad guys.
I Did Something Bad
The email leak. There’s the harshness of the trauma, but there’s also madam president mom going “fuck it.” Don’t tell me this song didn’t pull henry through. Avoiding plans and sucking cock. Don’t knock it til you try it. Go ahead and light me up
the lakes (original version)
I like this mix because it’s more ~cinematic~ to me. And something about henry not being cut out for these cynical clones and hunters with cell phones yk?
Run
The phone call from air force one post leak. The eye in the storm
Sweet Nothing
It’s them in the music room of Kensington. It’s alex “can’t let anyone know how much he needs” claremont-diaz admitting he’s just too soft for all of it
Slut
if they’re gonna talk shit, we may as well be together in public. It might be worth it for once
You Need to Calm Down
Shade never made anybody less gay, fake elizabeth ii. Why are you mad when you can be glaad, pip?
King of My Heart
Wordplay on royalty words, yk. “That’s the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met” yk.
Change
The crowds in front of Buckingham, alex’s speech from the white house. History, huh?
London Boy
We hold this track listing to be self evident
Ours
The contrast of the outer life and inner life. Private relationship under large public scrutiny.
It’s Nice to Have a Friend
It’s about the best friends to best friends AND lovers.
Call It What You Want
He wears his signet ring on a chain round his neck not because he owns me because he really knows me, &c
Karma
Everything surrounding finding the source of the leak and Rafael Luna double agent and the fact that Alex and Henry can both say that Karma is their Boyfriend.
Long Live
Election night in Austin.
New Year’s Day
The mythical place NYE occupies in Alex’s public life and now his private one with Henry. The Balls Out Bonanza is great but now it’s about what comes after.
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hey guys want to help me write?
i started writing this awhile back and now i'm revisiting and i cannot recall Where i was going with this. SO!! it could be fun if you guys let me know what you would like to happen/where you see this going!!
Steve Harrington’s been different ever since he came back.
No shit, idiot, Eddie berates himself, pretending not to stare at Harrington from across the library. Not that Harrington would notice. It’s other people he’s worried about. Staring at Steve Harrington is a popular pastime at Hawkins High now, popular enough that Eddie can’t allow himself to be caught partaking.
The story goes like this:
Julia Davis was sitting in the emergency room at Hawkins Memorial waiting for her brother to get a cast on his arm after he fell off his bike. It was taking a long time, and she hates hospitals, so she decided to take a walk outside around the parking lot just for something to do. Here’s where Eddie knows the story’s at least a little bit bullshit; Julia Davis buys from him every week, and he’d bet anything that she was smoking in the parking lot for a bit of stress relief.
The rest is as follows: She heard sirens right as she was about to go back inside. It wasn’t an ambulance, it was a cop car, so she decided to watch what was going on. Eddie personally suspects that she was keeping an eye out because she smelled like pot. Either way, she watched as a cop pulled Will Byers’ limp form out of the backseat. Will’s mom climbed out from the passenger seat, and instead of immediately following after her son, she opened the other back door to the car, and the whole world shifted.
What she saw has changed a little bit over time. It’s different depending on who you ask, whether anybody on the basketball team is within earshot, or if Tommy Hagan is anywhere near you. If Tommy Hagan’s around, she didn’t see shit.
If Hagan’s fucked off, though, if you aren’t around the basketball team? Harrington’s hands were caked in dried blood. Maybe it was mud, Julia always hedged, but it just… looked like something else. Whatever it was, it ran down his chin, too, stains dripping from his lips all the way to his bare chest. She could see some awful scrapes and bruises down each arm, angry red slashes criss-crossing his back and his pecs, and his sweatpants seemed to be drenched in mud or blood or something awful that stained his bare feet as well.
Joyce Byers guided him out of the car at arm’s length, like he was a wild animal that could lash out at any moment. His eyes were wide and unfocused. Julia swears he never shivered, despite his state of undress and the freezing wind that had swept through Hawkins that night. He shuffled to the ER like a zombie taking its first brainless steps.
The next day, it was on the morning news. Missing boys found wandering through the woods, escaped from their captor and fleeing for their lives. The news didn’t say much about the kidnapper. A few days later, it was reported that the creep had died from injuries sustained during the boys’ escape.
Translation: Steve Harrington killed a man. With his bare hands and teeth, if Julia Davis isn’t bullshitting them.
Eddie’s been watching the scars fade. All of the scrapes on Steve’s arms are either gone now or covered by the sleeve of his striped polo. He buttons them all the way up now, but the guys in his gym class say that his chest is back to normal. His nails aren’t ragged and torn anymore. Technically, he looks fine. Perfect. All-American.
But then there are the eyes.
There’s something about his gaze that draws Eddie in. His eyes are beautiful, of course, the kind of brown that brings to mind mossy logs and golden sunsets in equal measure, just depending on how they catch the light. Eddie didn’t make a habit of gazing into Steve Harrington’s eyes before the change, but he still remembers seeing life behind them. How could he not? Steve used to draw attention everywhere he went. No wonder he got snatched. It’s always those types, isn’t it?
Eddie might be a bad person. Just a little bit.
The point is that those eyes don’t have life behind them now. They’re just empty. Dull and sad, like Steve’s soul has floated off, or else been so weighed down that it can no longer move. Drained, like Frodo after delivering the ring to Mount Doom.
It’s obvious that Steve doesn’t belong in the Shire anymore.
Whenever Eddie isn’t occupying himself with D&D or homework or the band or his business, his mind drifts back to Steve Harrington. What did he see? What did he do? How did that blood look dripping down his chin, was it like a movie vampire or like a Carrie situation, and did Steve lick it from his lips in the back of the cop car? Maybe Eddie really is as sick in the head as people say. He needs to know. Did Steve kill that man with his teeth?
It isn’t any of his business, except that people don’t seem to be as afraid of Eddie as they used to be. More girls are coming straight to him instead of sending their boyfriends to buy their shit for them. Maybe they aren’t any less afraid of Eddie. Maybe they’re just more afraid of their boyfriends. When you skulk around high school parties for a living, you hear stories. According to several sources, Steve Harrington keeps a knife in his pocket and an extra in his backpack. According to Eddie’s own eyes in addition to his sources, Steve Harrington’s girlfriend showed up to school with a bandage on her hand the day after he came back.
Eddie doesn’t personally think that those two things are related. Harrington was definitely in the hospital for at least a few days, and they only give you the shitty plastic knives in there. She was probably just cooking or curling her hair or something when she found out that her disappeared boyfriend had come back.
Steve doesn’t seem to be reading his book. Eddie can’t tell what it is from this distance, but it looks more like a textbook than a novel. The cover is red. Which of Eddie’s textbooks are red? That one for Lit was red, right?
The book snaps shut. Eddie looks up.
Empty eyes stare back.
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“New Women” and Stoker’s Theatre Job
Given Bram’s “New Woman” rant at the end of Mina’s 10 August diary entry, now seems like a good time to discuss two of the great actresses of the Fin de Siècle stage!
First of all, we have Ellen Terry -- onstage partner to (you guessed it) our pal Henry Irving, and probably most widely recognizable in this John Singer Sargent painting of her as Lady Macbeth.
While the beetle-wing green dress deserved to be immortalized in all its stately glory, the tone of the portrait is actually very different from that of Terry’s Lady M -- she never crowned herself onstage, and the character was played with a much more “fragile” brand of late-Victorian femininity. Despite a scandalous private life (including two children born out of wedlock, gasp!) Terry’s public persona was aligned with a series of “virtuous” Shakespeare heroines (Ophelia, Cordelia, Desdemona, Portia, Beatrice, Imogen).
In 1878, when Henry Irving became manager of the Lyceum theatre (where Bram Stoker soon became business manager), he convinced Ellen Terry to join the company as his leading lady. Both actors were separated from their spouses (Terry from her second husband) at this point, so their partnership publicly mirrored that of earlier husband-wife leading pairs. At least officially, Irving dictated the company’s artistic choices, the casting, and Terry’s (record breaking) salary, and onstage, Lady M may have been evil, but she was also Macbeth’s perfectly loyal wife.
Ellen Terry’s Imogen (see the colorized edit of a publicity photograph above), opposite Henry Irving’s villainous Iachimo in 1896 is regarded by some as a key inspiration for Lucy Westenra (interesting article/abstract here and book chapter/summary here, apologies for the paywalls). Given that Iachimo creeps on Imogen while she’s asleep and then uses this encounter to threaten her life / accuse her of promiscuity, there are certainly some parallels to be had if you go looking for them.
Interestingly enough, however, when Stoker produced a staged reading of Dracula at the Lyceum in 1897 (in order to claim copyright over any future stage adaptation), Ellen Terry’s daughter, Edith Craig, played Mina. And Edith was very definitely a card-carrying, suffrage-supporting, queer and polyamorous New Woman. Fun fact: in the post-Lyceum phase of her career, Ellen Terry was actually a pretty active suffrage campaigner / fundraiser too. (And I suspect, if we were to carry Mina and Lucy forward to their hypothetical Dracula-free, untouched by Bram Stoker’s authorial misogyny futures, both of our heroines eventually would be too).
While we’re on the subject of the scandalous New Woman, however, the other late Victorian actress I cannot go without mentioning is the French sensation Sarah Bernhardt (who by the time Dracula was published had a substantial performance history in England and the US as well). A rough contemporary of Ellen Terry, Bernhardt, by contrast, cultivated her own reputation for the scandalous. Bernhardt quite intentionally broke gendered boundaries left right and center.
Visually, Bernhardt is perhaps most strongly associated with the art nouveau posters she commissioned (from artist Alphonse Mucha) for her theatre company in Paris - examples of 1899′s Hamlet and La Tosca are above. While there are also plenty of photographs of her as Hamlet (although far from the first woman to play the role, Bernhardt’s performance is one of the most famous) and in other promotional images, the photo I’d rather draw your attention to is this one:
Yes, that is a young Sarah Bernhardt lying asleep in a coffin -- a coffin which she is said to have traveled with and claimed to sleep in regularly. Quite the publicity stunt (and pre-Dracula too)! Other features of her eccentric public persona included traveling with a menagerie of wild animals -- including an alligator, at least one variety of big cat, and a number of lizards and/or chameleons.
Bernhardt was also a sculptor, and her Self-Portrait as a Chimera (circa 1880, below) notably features bat-like wings, instead of more traditionally feathered, bird-like ones.
Which is to say, I think we’ve found another vampire!
#ellen terry#sarah bernhardt#Bram Stoker#our good friend henry irving#fin de siècle#the new woman (gasp!)#dracula daily#theatre history#shakespearean / stage manager reading dracula#cymbeline#hamlet#lady macbeth
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How does Gortash feel when Durga reappears in Act 3? How does their relationship change?
Well, for the start I'd say all his strongest emotions about meeting his old friend began boiling inside of him as soon as he even heard that Durga is alive or at least when the adventurous party came close enough to Wyrm's Rock. Though I'd love to imagine him almost unable to contain his excitement, skipping those steps and almost falling on the stairs while running to greet her, he obviously capable of present himself as quite reserved even if obviously pleased looking.
Most of his joy fades away when he actually sees Durga in front of him: that woman who had been confident and carried herself accordingly now hardly looked like one. She is at the moment still quite unsure of herself and of the rightness of her actions, because from the moment she woke up on the beach, many things felt wrong. Gortash sees her uncertainty and deep down he is very annoyed by it. Add to this the fact that Gortash very diligently accustomed Durga to expensive jewelry and fabrics in the past, and now she stood in front of him, at best, in a very inexpensive outfit (and at worst, her "torn" dress) which does not reflect the status she deserves at all (in his mind).
Fun fact: the dress with slits on the shoulders that I originally drew her in should be an allusion to the dress that I draw pretadpole version of her in, that is, in essence, her new outfit is her torn old dress, just cartoon stylized.
Whatever changes Gortash sees in Durga he blames on her party first and foremost (and he is not 100% wrong doing that). He's not very happy about them existing and is very determined to get his 'caretaker' back. Durga wants to know desperately about who she was and what life she had, because this knowledge makes her feel complete, and Gortash is quite ready to share whatever info she wants to know about herself.
Changes in their relationship are inevitable. Durga, who has lost her memory, can hardly remember clearly how close she and Gortash were, and what they did for each other - this is reflected in her look and behavior, which cannot but sadden her old friend - but she trusts him, and he clings to it. In this state, she is not able to play the same role that she played before amnesia, so we can say that for some time they switched places: Enver was ready to care for her. In his own way. One thing is for sure: Gortash does not judge her true nature when other do, and this adds a significant number of points to him, and that is something he is arrogantly proud of.
I hope it's not too much text and I did answer your question... I am not sure xD
Their relationship continue to change post game as well, but it's AU territory, so a story for another post, I guess.
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okay listen I’m an idiot😭 @maxnotmaxine56 requested Wednesday x enid tkl hcs but I replied to it and posted in by accident instead of saving it to drafts😭
So.. here they are anyway!
Wednesday<3
Lee:
-She’s hardly ever a lee but trust me, you wanna make the most of it when she is
-Suprisingly Wednesday has the most adorable quite giggles when she tries not to laugh
-I feel like she doesn’t squirm, she just sits there in a fit of giggles
-she’s quite hard to crack (unless it’s enid) but if you tickle her bad spots for long enough she will fall into silent laughter
-she’s the type to deny being ticklish even if she’s snickering
-“if you don’t stop I will kill you” through quite giggles
-unless you want to wake up, never call her adorable
-in the beginning she will half-heartedly bat at your hands
-she gets super embarrassed when people find out she’s ticklish
-she doesn’t mind being tickled
Ler:
-might be a bit obvious but Wednesday is 90% of the time a ler
-Wednesday will tickle people for revenge, been provoked, bored, or she hates to admit it but she will tickle people when they are sad
-I also see Wednesday having the most mischievous, teasy smirk
- WEDNESDAY IS THE MOST TEASY, EVIL, CARELESS, RUTHLESS LER YOU WILL EVER COME ACROSS!!
-Wednesday teases with her low monotone voice… omfg..
-Wednesdays teases are the most flustering thing… she’s so good at it and she knows it and uses it to her advantage
-At first Wednesday was super bad at aftercare but enid has warmed her up to physical touch so she will just softly cuddle her
-Wednesday is so persistent, she won’t give up until she has proven her point or she feels like your gonna pass out
-She is 100% convinced you like being tickled if you don’t try desperately get her to stop
-Her tickling style is evil! If she’s getting revenge she will mostly target your death spot
-before she gets into tickling you she will give you air tickles just to tease you (this may or may not be extremely flustering me)
-always starts off slow
teases she will use:
“Sweet spot? Awh what a shame!”
“Really? I’m not even touching you yet!”
“I’m sure you can handle a little tickling, I mean you deserve this anyway”
“Oh yea?” *tickles death spot* OR: “what’s that?”
“I really don’t feel sorry for you”
“Come on, stop acting like you don’t enjoy this, we both know to do”
“How are you this ticklish!”
(I can go on and on.. if you want a separate post just dedicated to teases that Wednesday will say then I will 100% do that!)
Enid!
lee:
-90% of the time a Lee!
-Enid is a lot more ticklish then Wednesday
-Enid cannot dish out teases because she’s just to soft
-Enid blushes extremely easily, especially when it comes to Wednesday (me to enid, me to)
-Enid is a big laugher and squirmer
-I see her having high-pitched, bubbly bursts of giggles
-WEAK to teases
-actually enjoys being tickled, sees it as fun
-always fails to ask so she will just give subtle hints
-gets extremely flustered over the t-word
-is extremely pen ticklish! Like if you were to draw on her arm in class she would have to try super hard to swallow her giggles
-wiggles uncontrollably
-her wolf ears are actually very ticklish
ler:
-Surprisingly, even though she just a fluffy lee, she is actually good at tickling
-she’s knows everybody’s worst spots, don’t try her
-tickled people either because she’s bored, because their sad or just because
-she doesn’t really use rough tickled unless you did something to deserve it
-will laugh at the state of you
-can’t be teasy for the life of her so she will just give you sympathy (eg: “awh! Your so ticklish”)
-if enid knows your ticklish… so does Wednesday
-underrated ler
-will use her wolf claws to lightly trace them into your bare skin
-mostly uses her fingers to scribble
Wenclair! <3
-I feel like they don’t have tickle fights because enid knows Wednesday will absolutely wreck her
-Wednesday will tickle enid for revenge
-Enid definitely kicks her legs when you tickle her stomach, Wednesday thinks it’s adorable
-enid can see when Wednesday has genuine had enough. Wednesday just doesn’t care unless enid is actually close to fainting-
-Wednesday will sometimes doodle on enids arm in class, seeing enid bite her lip and resisting her smile
-the amount of times that enid had started of as the ler, thinking it was funny and then Wednesday becomes the ler and enid gets scared
-enid always provokes Wednesday
-They usually tickle eachother for fun
-Wednesday only ever gives enid aftercare
-Wednesday is always extra teasy towards enid because she knows enid can’t handle teases
-Wednesday always pins her to stop her from squirming away
-Once Wednesday found out that enids wolf ears were extremely ticklish because she whent to pet enid and scratch her ears, and enid stayed wagging her tail and kicking her foot
-Enid always starts of by poking Wednesdays side
-enid targets her ribs when getting revenge
(Sorry it’s so short, I hardly had any ideas)
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hi so uh cal @llumimoon and i have been concocting a. fun little au. that im gonna tell yall NOTHING about because this wip is meant to build intrigue <333 this bit is only one part of the whole fic, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!!
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“okay, kid, time to wake up.”
you open your eyes.
the first thing you notice is that there’s a man standing in front of you, staring at you with dark eyes. you don’t recognize him.
the second thing you notice, as you take in how you don’t recognize this man, is that you don’t recognize anything. there are blankets tucked over your body, soft to the touch, and yet as you nudge them aside, you do not remember how you got here. there are walls around you, a room that you’re laying in, and it is as unfamiliar to you as the walls of your own mind, empty and desolate.
you do not know who you are. this, you realize as a fact, and subconsciously one of your own hands moves to clench at the fabric of the very plain purple shirt that you happen to be wearing. your mind feels hopelessly spacious, and you rapidly push at the walls of it like there might be a hidden door or passageway that could give you some answers– nothing happens.
the man sighs, then, loudly enough that it draws your attention from your startled state of being. “oh good, you’ve woken up,” he notes, and something about the saccharine sweetness of his tone has you biting at your lip, hands clenching again against your own will. “i was worried you’d sleep forever.”
“what happened to me?” you ask. your voice comes out rough, hoarse, small. has it always been that way? you don’t know. you’ll never know.
the man frowns, then, and the frown reaches the corners of his eyes, like his entire face is devoted to showcasing the emotion he’s offering. “those dang kids. one of them cast a spell at you– don’t you remember?”
you don’t. you try, and you get a fleeting sense of… well. maybe someone you knew did cast a spell at you. but it goes away as soon as you reach out for it, and you can feel yourself frown in return, shaking your head. “i don’t… no, i can’t…”
the man’s face, once again, morphs into something you might’ve once perceived as faux sympathy but now you do not recognize. “the spell must’ve done worse damage than i thought. do you know who i am?”
“no.” the answer comes easily to you; though your heart pounds a little faster in your chest when he steps into your direction, you cannot place why, nor do you know his name or anything about him except that you don’t know if you like the way he looks at you.
“well, you can call me willy. i am… a mentor to you, in a sense. your parents tried to kill you before, and i saved you. remember that?”
you scrunch your nose, trying– but once again, the memories elude you, and you shake your head. it doesn’t make sense. “why did they try to kill me?”
the man – willy – just sighs, and he sits at the edge of the bed. “because you’re special,” he says. “that’s why those teenagers – the adventurers, the ones that attacked you – were trying to kill you too. they’re all afraid of you.”
“i don’t… i don’t understand,” you whisper, and your voice cracks a little bit at the edges. this is too much. you don’t get it. “who… who am i?”
willy smiles. “you’re Perfect.”
oh.
you take in the information you’ve been given. your parents wanted you dead, enough so that they had adventurers come and try to kill you too. willy had saved you, and he saved you again, just with the cost of your memory. why would anyone target your memory?
should it matter? you’re Perfect. despite it all, you want to be Perfect so badly all rationale disappears as you nod, sitting upright in the bed with a shaky sigh.
willy must sense your inner conflict, because his smile loosens, and he offers a hand to you, still sitting at the edge of the bed. “i know this must be confusing,” he says, sympathetically, his voice dropping into a lower register. “but i assure you, you’re perfectly safe here. in fact, i was teaching you how to protect yourself before you were attacked.”
you frown. this… feels weird. you can’t explain it. there’s a void in your chest, one that pulsates under your fingertips as you grip the fabric of your shirt a little harder. “that makes sense,” you say, even though it doesn’t. “because i’m… special.”
“very special,” willy confirms, and the smile drops from his face as he gives you another once-over. “maybe resuming our lessons will jog your memory. care to give it a try?”
it does not feel like a question.
you swallow, and then nod, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. willy stands, still holding your free hand to guide you to your feet, and you’re startled by how little you sway; almost like, despite forgetting everything else, you remember the feeling of freedom, of being able to move.
and then your stomach growls, and you blanch, the sound startling you. that void in your chest tugs at the back of your head, red-cold and curling like smoke into the crevices of your empty mind. it feels soothing, in a way that you don’t think it should be.
willy seems to pick up on this, and he smiles once again. “you felt it then, didn’t you?”
“what is that?” you ask, quietly, rubbing a hand into the sides of your temples. “it feels weird.”
“i told you, you’re special,” willy says, and he starts leading the way out of the room, dropping your hand in the process; hesitantly, you follow. “you have a connection to the greatest power in the entire world. it’s a very rare thing to have, kid. you don’t know how… fortunate you are.”
you don’t feel very special, but there’s an ache in your soul when you think about it. you want to be special, don’t you?
“and… and if i learn from you, i’ll find out who i am?” you ask. it feels redundant when willy’s already told you who you are: you are Perfect, after all. but you still don’t really know what that means.
willy smiles again, that grin composed of sharp teeth and curved edges and a tilt to his head. “i am absolutely sure of it.”
he offers his hand again, and this time, you accept it wholeheartedly.
#kasey writes stuff#dndads#dndads s2#willy stampler#now who the pov character is... guess youll find out one day!#shfdhfkdshf i feel like its obvious but we like to be a little silly
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Resilience
Rating: General
Relationships: Nat Sewell x F!Detective (@stolenoc's Rory Kingston)
Word Count: 2,267
For the @wayhavenficexchange. This was a really fun challenge and I hope I did Rory justice! Click the title for AO3 link.
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Nat has spent centuries admiring poetic words about broken hearts, only to find them wanting when she needs them most. Her heart is not merely broken. It is shredded , and every day without finding Aurora, every mission where Unit Bravo finds her blood instead of her, rips away another piece of it.
Weeks have passed since Rory was taken from Nat— from all of them. There was no warning before it happened, no confrontation or suspicious sightings. One morning Nat kissed her beloved goodbye before she went to work, and she never came back.
The team found Rory’s apartment in a state of disarray and the air laden heavily with magic, but little else to help direct their search. The first few days after Rory’s disappearance were spent combing every inch of the town and the surrounding area outside of it. The Agency even sent in Unit Alpha to assist, tracking being one of their specialties.
Nat’s vivid imagination has gotten her through plenty of hardships in her past, but she curses it now. Visions of Rory calling out for Nat, needing her, as she is ripped from her apartment plague Nat. How frightened must she have been?
“She’ll produce more blood alive than dead,” Morgan offered as a comfort to Nat who, at the time, was on her knees in the middle of Rory’s apartment, refusing to leave until they found something . Unfortunately, they all know from experience that ‘alive’ does not mean ‘well’. As long as their product is breathing, that will be enough for her captors. In fact, it’s probably safer for them to break her mind than her body.
Nat forces herself to bury those thoughts every time they bubble up to the surface. They won’t help her find Rory, and Rory has to be alive. There is no other option. It has only been a few months, but already she cannot imagine a life without her.
A firm, solid hand lands on Nat’s shoulder, drawing her attention away from the pile of recent mission and patrol logs she has been poring over all day. Nat forces a small smile on her face as she turns to look at Ava, but she doesn’t get the chance to speak.
“We have a lead.”
Far Outside of Wayhaven
The dilapidated brick building looms behind Unit Bravo. At one point, decades ago, it had been a hospital. Now the building looks as though it doesn’t belong among the sprawling untamed field that has sprouted up around it.
“Commanding Agent Du Mortain?” Lesedi’s voice filters through over the radio.
“Copy.”
“Two suspects have fled the building on foot. One unit should pursue the suspects and the other should search the building.” Lesedi pauses, allowing the situation to sink in. “Who do you want to pursue?”
For a moment, there is conflict on Ava’s face as she considers the information provided, but it passes quickly. “Agreed. Unit Bravo will search the area. Unit Alpha can pursue the suspects,” Ava doles out tasks.
They are all exhausted, having spent weeks chasing down lead after lead, most of them dead ends. The situation only worsened once Rory’s blood hit the supernatural black market. The Agency needed their top teams (and the one most experienced with the detective’s blood) to help handle the outbreaks of massively powerful supernaturals.
None of them are at their best right now, but Nat has not slept in…she tries to remember the last time she got real sleep. More than just falling asleep for a few minutes on accident. Three weeks? Her healing abilities can only compensate for so much.
All eyes turn to Nat, whose eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“Thank you, Ava,” she says. Ava nods stiffly to Nat and then gestures to the building. The team launches into action.
Inside the Abandoned Hospital
Nat can smell Aurora’s blood in the distance, and she turns to the rest of the team to confirm that they too can smell it, that her mind has not taken to trying to appease her with hallucinations.
They are already looking back at her. The smell is strongest from the lower levels, but most of Unit Bravo know better than to get their hopes up now. Not Nat, though. Somehow, even after so many times, the scent of Aurora’s blood has hope swelling in Nat’s chest.
“According to our intelligence, the building has five levels including one below ground,” Ava begins. “We will clear the first floor together and then split up to cover the remaining levels. Nat, you will take the lower level. Farah, clear the top level and the stairwells. Morgan gets the third.”
As expected, the first floor is empty. The area is fairly open, a bad place for anyone to hide. Most likely it was a lobby and waiting area in the hospital’s heyday. Nat wastes no time, sprinting down the cracking concrete stairwell to reach the building’s basement. There are no windows, just sprawling hallways of rusted metal doors and cracking paint.
“Rory! Are you down here?” Nat calls out. There’s no answer, but she doesn’t truly expect one. Soon though, the sound of a rapid fluttering heartbeat comes into focus.
She recognizes it instantly. Aurora.
“She’s down here!” Nat shouts into the radio. There’s a response, but the words don’t register for Nat. She is much too busy pulling at the handle of one particular door with additional shiny silver locks, clearly out of place among the older hardware on all the other doors.“Rory!?”
The doorway breaks before the door, leaving behind splintered wood and plaster. At one point the small padded room behind the door may have been white, but age and lack of maintenance have turned the cushions a dingy beige color.
“Ya rouhi,” Nat gasps the endearment with equal measures of relief and horror. Ava is the first to make it down to Nat, and promptly takes the door from her hands, propping it up against the wall of the hallway. Morgan and Farah follow shortly after. Morgan gives the team leader a short nod, and Farah flashes a thumbs up, confirming the building is clear of any threats.
Rory is curled up in the corner, alive, wide-eyed with shock from the loud noises, and in one piece. That is the good news. The bad news is just about everything else.
Her wrists are red and swollen from the handcuffs she has on, a sharp contrast against her unusually pallid skin. Her breaths come short and shallow, and her expression is distant and weak. She’s lost weight. A few inches of medical tubing stick out of her arm, the ends covered by small plastic caps. Despite all of that, Rory’s expression lights up when she sees Nat, making warm affection bloom in Nat’s chest.
In a flash of motion, Nat crosses the room to kneel at Rory’s side one hand cupping her cheek reverently.
“Nat?” She asks, voice hoarse from disuse. Then she shifts a little to get a better view through the doorway. The movement is sluggish, but it doesn’t seem to cause her pain at least. “Ava? Is everyone here?”
“All here and ready to rescue you!” Farah pokes her head around the now crumbling doorway, a relieved grin on her face.
“It’s us,” Nat speaks softly, as though to a frightened animal. Rory isn’t well, of course, but Nat cannot find any injuries beyond the superficial wounds on her wrist and some bruising. “We’re getting you out of here. Can you walk?”
“I think so,” Rory says, shifting her weight to stand only to wobble unsteadily. Strong, toned arms reach out to stabilize her.
“Is it alright if I carry you?” Nat asks, doing her best to keep her voice from cracking. Rory’s gaze is hazy and unfocused, and she has to pause in order to process the question.
“Yeah,” she croaks. The word hardly gets out before Nat has her scooped up into a bridal-style carry. Morgan grabs Farah by the back of the shirt, yanking her out of the way of the doorway, while Ava advises Agent Kingston of their status. She will handle coordinating the medics.
Nat is grateful for the rest of the team, because she isn’t sure she could stand to leave Rory’s side though she knows she will have to eventually.
A Few Hours Later, At the Agency Facility
Nat shoves her hands into her pockets for what feels like the hundredth time. Her and Rebecca both stand outside of the infirmary, anxiously awaiting news. The door behind them bursts open, and Morgan trudges in with a bag of Rory’s things slung over her shoulder.
“There’s a couple books in there,” Morgan gruffs as she pushes the bag into Nat’s hands.
“Thank you, Morgan.” Nat manages a small smile when she takes the bag. Morgan glances at the door to the infirmary and then back to Nat.
“They haven’t let you see her yet?” Morgan asks, voice tinged with a thread of concern. Nat shakes her head.
“She’s gonna be okay, Natkins,” Farah slaps a reassuring hand on Nat’s back in an effort to lighten the mood.
The door to the waiting room swings open again, much more quietly this time. Ava strides in with two facility room keys in her hand and holds them out to Rebecca and Nat.
“Get some sleep. I will keep watch over Aurora. We will notify you when she is allowed visitors,” Ava says firmly. Rebecca hesitates, but she glances to the infirmary door, and then to Nat, and eventually takes the key.
“Thank you, Agent,” Rebecca says. She leaves the room quickly, perhaps eager to get away from prying eyes. Ava’s gaze then flicks to Nat, who wilts under the stare with a heavy sigh.
“I’ll go. You don’t need to order me.” She can’t help but look back at the infirmary door as she leaves. Rory may be safe now, but is she scared? Is there any permanent damage?
In the end, she gets a couple of hours of fitful sleep before Ava comes to get her.
Inside Rory’s Recovery Room
Rory is propped up in the hospital bed. She’s cleaner, wrists sanitized and bandaged, and more alert than she was at first, but the smile she plasters on when Nat enters the room is clearly fake.
“How are you feeling?” Nat asks gently, settling into a chair by the bed and taking one of Rory’s hands in her own.
“I’m alright. They’re just keeping me overnight for observation.”
“You know that it’s okay if you’re not alright, right? It took us so long to find you…” Nat trails off, words failing her yet again, as they often do when it comes to Aurora. “I can’t imagine what they must have put you through.”
“I’m not sure it feels real yet. That I’ve been rescued,” Rory admits. Her eyes flicker over to her left arm, where the IV is inserted. Nat follows her gaze, heart clenching in her chest as she realizes the Agency medics left in whatever permanent line Rory’s captors had given her.
It was Trappers as it turns out, using stolen supernatural powers to cover their tracks. Thankfully, Unit Alpha managed to capture the entire outfit of them, including the crooked doctor they’d been using to collect Aurora’s blood. Their work isn’t done, of course, the Agency suspects they do not have all of the blood in their possession,
The Agency must have had a good reason for keeping it, but that does nothing for the haunted look in Rory’s eyes. Nat squeezes Rory’s hand gently, in an effort to draw her attention back. It works, at least for a moment, Rory turns her head back to look at Nat.
“They were able to capture everyone that was in the building,” Nat assures her, as though that means anything. As though there are not a seemingly infinite number of Trappers.
“I’m really okay, Nat. You came and got me, just like I knew you would.” Rory truly means that when she says it. There is no resentment that Unit Bravo, that Nat, was not there sooner or to prevent the kidnapping at all.
The genuine acceptance is a balm for Nat’s wounded, guilty heart. In that moment, she falls just a little bit more in love with Rory. Beautiful, wonderful, incredibly resilient Rory who looks absolutely exhausted. Of course she would be, after the day she has had.
“You should rest,” Nat urges softly, eyes flooded with concern. Rory starts to blink, but her eyes stay closed for a little longer than they should as if she’s considering the suggestion. “I can read to you if you think it might help you sleep?”
Rory nods. With her free hand, Nat reaches down and unzips the duffle bag, not quite ready to let go just yet. There are, in fact, two books right at the top, though Nat can’t help but purse her lips at the improper storage of them. One of them is unfamiliar to her, most likely something Rory had in her room, so Nat grabs that one.
“Is this one alright, rouhi?” Nat asks. She turns the book’s cover to face Rory, gripping it carefully to try and use the heat of her hands the smooth out the paperback’s rumpled corners. In answer, Rory snuggles down into the thin hospital blanket and shuts her eyes. This time, the smile that crosses Nat’s face is more genuine, and she cracks open the book.
Rory falls asleep to the warm sound of Nat’s voice chasing away her fears.
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im gonna rant abt how much i hate the ghost eyes fandom (as a former fan) bc im just kinda mad rn
so uhh yeah major TW for s3lf h4rm, romanticizing mental illness, su1c1de, sadomasochism, infantilization, and rlly just anything related to that
(also sorry if this looks weird idk how to separate stuff on tumblr)
also DO NOT harass the creator or anyone mentioned here, you’re no better than them if you do that
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ok so i read ghost eyes like 2 years ago but i stopped reading about the point where they were on that field trip. i still think it’s a nice comic and i’m sure the author is a cool person, also the art style is awesome. but the fandom is so fucking gross that i’m surprised more people haven’t talked about it. 
for some backstory on this, i used have REALLY bad depression and was cutting myself regularly (i’m much better now, i have medication, therapy, and i’m almost a year clean) i also stopped reading due to the comic severely damaging my mental health and i’m very glad i did. i was younger and immature and thought i could handle such content. this led to me becoming extremely obsessed with the comic to an unhealthy level, and getting severely attached to one of the characters (rudy) because i could relate to him at that time. i seriously thought that i WAS him sometimes.
i understand now that i should NOT have ignored the label and what i did was definitely wrong and if the creator is reading this i deeply apologize. i’m in a much better place now and i’m just glad that i was able to get the help i needed.
ok now to the angry part
if you don’t know what ghost eyes is, it’s a webcomic about a severely traumatized boy attending school for the first time and meeting a bunch of other severely traumatized kids. this comic has a crap ton of triggering/sensitive/disturbing topics (which is not a bad thing as long as you do it right) and like i said before, the creator has kindly put a warning before the comic starts stating that you SHOULD NOT romanticize/idolize/sexualize/kin any of the characters, do not read unless you can handle such topics, and so forth. now i know i should have definitely put the comic down before and not gotten obsessed over it, but i knew damn well enough that it was messed up to romanticize/sexualize any of the characters/things that happened in the book.
there are several scenes in which a character is self harming or harming someone else, and the comments will say shit like “nooo my poor bean” “awww baby don’t do that” or my personal favorite “protect the smol bean.” first of all, the characters are like 16-17, second of all, i cannot even tell you how fucked up it is that people see someone ruining their lives and putting themselves in danger and think it’s “cute” or “anxiety smol bean uwu” THERES LITERALLY A SCENE WHERE SOMEONE IS GETTING STABBED AND PPL ARE DRAWING THIS MF IN A MAID DRESS.
another reason i despise these fans is that they see an abusive relationship and start making ships/kinning them. as someone who has gone through pretty much everything rudy has gone through, i cant tell you how irritating it is to see people shipping him with his abuser or calling him a “cutie patootie masochist boi uwu” cause lemme tell you what-it doesnt feel good to have to put your health in danger and ruin your relationships with others just so you can get off somehow. ITS NOT FUN. the whole point of rudy’s character is to not romanticize someones fucked up mental health.
i could spend hours talking about this group of immature brats, but i’m tired and it’s a school night and i have a test tomorrow. i might add on if i feel like i need to but overall i really hope those immature fans grow up and realize their mistakes like i did, or get the help they need.
#ghost eyes#webcomic#rant#angry ramblings#angry rant#i hate this fandom#tw su1c1d3#tw sh implied#go get some help please
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Fate - Alec Lightwood
Part 3
I pulled Clary along with me towards the address that was on the tv this morning. When we walked in, I saw Magnus sitting at a table shuffling a deck of cards.
“I’ve been waiting for the two of you.” He gestures for us to sit down across from him. He cuts the deck and lays each section in front of us. “Pick one each.” Clary and I each reach forward a pick a card each. “The Lovers. Interesting there shouldn’t be more than one in each deck.” He scratches his chin, but ultimately shrugs before diving into the reading. “You are both in a loving relationship. These men have a strong hold on you. You feel a magnetic attraction to them that you cannot escape. Tonight will define your relationship. Oh Amelia. You hope he is your soul mate. But secrets revealed will threaten to tear you apart.” A cat jumps up onto the table in front of us bringing Clary back into this world. She doesn’t seem to have a strong enough anchor to keep herself here. Alec was keeping me grounded enough to not get myself lost in this world.
“You don’t have a cat.” Clary looks almost mortified at the thought of Magnus owning a cat. I could see Magnus living with cats. It would make him seem less lonely whenever we all come over. Apparently, we make him feel like he is a fifth wheel. Whatever he means by that. Alec and I are just friends. We don’t even act like a couple.
“I have two.” Magnus picks up the cat that made Clary jump. “Chairman Meow…and Church.” He looked over to the sofa where a slightly fatter cat was sitting.
“We’re not actually here for a reading. I know you’re a warlock, Magnus. We are Shadowhunter’s.” I interrupted thinking about needing to get back to our world so that I can still kick Alec’s ass. Magnus releases Chairman Meow and chuckles at us as we stand up.
“There are no more Shadowhunter’s. Haven’t been for hundreds of years.”
“I can prove it.” Clary states spinning around and pulling her shirt down to show her bare, rune-less shoulder. I rested my face in the palm of my hand, this is almost as painful as when she told Simon to get out of the sun.
“All I see, Shadowhunter, is you could use a serious tan.” Magnus chuckles as do I, knowing that she is scarily pale in comparison to the rest of us.
“Right. Bad strategy. No runes in this dimension.” She grabs a piece of paper and a pencil. “We’re from an alternate reality.”
“If that were true… without an anchor, you’d both be assimilating into this world.” He started to walk around his apartment as Clary drew something on the paper.
“Trust me I'm doing better than she is.” I shrugged as she focused on what she was doing.
“Believe me, I am trying to fight it. Which is part of why I need your help.” She shows Magnus and I her drawing, she drew demons, all in a fighting stance, hoping it would help Magnus believe us. “In my dimension, Shadowhunter’s still battle demons. And now there is something so much worse. I need your magic to help me stop it.”
“I can’t help you. My magic’s gone dormant.” Magnus rests elegantly into his chair and looks up at the pair of us.
“Then wake it up.” Clary says like it’s the easiest solution in the world. I flop myself down on the sofa in the centre of the living room. My phone chimes quietly in my pocket and I bring it out checking the notification.
From: Alec
Izzy’s at kickboxing, come over for some fun before tonight?
My heart started to beat faster the more I thought about it. I looked over to Magnus and Clary and they seemed to be in their own little world so I messaged him back and I hoped I could remember the way without getting too lost in this city. I slipped out before Magnus or Clary could take any notice and I took off in the direction I thought would be Alec’s place. Halfway there my phone rings.
“Hello?” I ask
“Mia! Where did you go? Izzy needs us, meet me there.” Clary then hangs up. I sigh obviously not getting anything before leaving this dimension.
I knocked on the big oak doors before Alec swung open the door and pulled me roughly to his body. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips to mine. Slowly I started to lose myself in the moment before another knock was heard at the door. I shook my head and pulled away from Alec.
“I’m sorry, I'm actually here to help Izzy.” Izzy flew passed us and pulled Clary inside before doing a double take and looking back at me wrapped around her brother.
“I don’t even want to know just come on.” Izzy pulled me away from Alec and dragged me up to her room.
“You know I'm dating your brother you can’t just keep pulling me away from him when you have an emergency-,” she took off her sunglasses and I gasped in horror.
“My God, what happened?” Clary gasped as she walked over to stand beside me.
“Kickboxing class.” Izzy shrugged. “I thought, ‘Why not? Quick class after work. And, boom! Home in time to see you.’” She sat herself down on her bed. I moved closer to her and tentatively moved to touch the black eye she was now sporting.
“Well, you got the “boom” part right.” Clary laughed looking around Izzy’s room.
“Andrea’s foot right into my face. She has to pick today to finally land her roundhouse?” she flopped back onto her bed and I walked into her adjoining bathroom searching for her makeup bag.
“It’s okay. We’ll fix it.” I told her as I came out holding onto the bag.
“Oh, my God. What are people gonna think? And then Alec worked so hard to plan this. I just cannot not go to the party. And what am I supposed to do? I worked so hard.” This Izzy was so much more dramatic. I miss my Izzy.
“Hey. Hey, we’re gonna fix it.” Clary comforted her sitting down beside her on the bed and tapping her knee gently.
“Okay. But then we have to fix you and Jace, because the two of you not talking really messes with my chi.” Izzy tells Clary as I get to work on her eye. “And you, you need to learn to not eye fuck my brother every time you see him.” I giggled at her, how could I not though, even in this dimension he was hot. Just not rough around the edges hot. “Are you sure those are the colors?” she asks me unsure as she looks at the palate I was holding in my hands.
“Yes, now hold still, or I will get Alec in here to hold you still.” I told her holding the sponge up to her eye once again.
“But that will only distract you further, we don’t need you any closer to poking my eye out than you are now. And all because of him.” Izzy, crossed her arms over her chest but sat still long enough for me to cover up the last of the bruise, before I went ahead and did the rest of her make up. Giving her a subtly smoky eye and a pink lip. Wasn’t something our Izzy would have went for, but this wasn’t our Izzy.
“Oh stop moving would you.” I snapped once more making her stop moving, I wonder if this is how she feels when she plays with my makeup.
“Sorry, but if I don’t show up to the party, your dad and Simon are so gonna kill me.” She states looking towards Clary who was looking at the three dresses hanging up.
“So, um, do you think you could get a friend of mine on the guest list for tonight?” Clary asks not looking over at Izzy and I.
“Um, well, if this works, I’ll do anything for you two.”
Izzy, Clary and I finish getting ready. Both Izzy and Clary are wearing royal blue dresses, where I am wearing a black one. Suits me nicely. I have no idea what Alec of this dimension would wear, but I would definitely wear this back home.
As I walk into the insitute I am blown away by the sheer magnitude of the place, the institute im used to is dark and full of weapons and Shadowhunters, this one was full of lights mostly blue and a bunch of happy laughing people were floating around the place. I watched as Valentine walked away from Izzy who pushed up her glasses and watched him walk away towards Clary’s mum before they started slow dancing. I take a further look around and notice Jace has made his way up to Clary giving her a fright. I go to make my way over to them but I feel a large arm wrap around my waist and pull me into a stong chest.
“Dont you look lovely tonight?” alec whispers in my ear as he pulls me impossibly closer to his chest.
“Thank you, your sister definetly knows her shit.” he lifts his arm and makes me twirl casing the ruffles on my mid thigh black princess dress to spin around with me making it seem like ive just come out of a fairytale. I giggle slightly as he pulls me back into his chest.
I notice over Alec’s shoulder that Valentine is talking to Jace and Clary, Jace looks almost nervous as Valentine shakes his hand. Alec spins me around once again causing me to giggle effortlessly as the song changes.
“And this must be Alec that’s dating Amelia here. Didn’t know it was the same Alec that works for me though.” Valentine says as he comes over to us and places a hand on Alec’s shoulder.
“Uh sorry Mr. Morgenstern, it just never came in conversation and I prefer to keep things professional at work.” Alec almost looked as if he was sweating under the glance of Valentine.
“That’s alright, I’m just glad the Amelia has someone like you in her life. I know her mother works extra hard to make sure she’s always loved.”
“Thank you sir, Jace has always made it clear that I am to keep her safe and happy and loved.” Alec shakes Valentine’s hand and he nods and walks away. “Why the fuck did that feel like meeting your dad?” he lowers his head onto my shoulder as I laugh. I feel the edges of my vision start to become blurring as alec presses soft kisses to my collarbone and neck. Flashes of my life in this dimension start to creep into my mind and I find it difficult to focus on where I am.
I see my first date with Alec, Jace threatening him when he caught us, every memory had to do with Alec, even the one where he found me crying because I didn’t know who my dad was.
I felt a foreign hand on my arm that pulls me out of being sucked into this dimension. I send her a grateful look and shoot Alec a sad look before I rush to meet Magnus with Clary.
I notice that Alec is standing with Magnus and I pull at Clary’s elbow gently. I make my way over to them as Clary continues to dance with Jace.
“And here is my lovely girlfriend. Magnus Bane, meet Amelia Wayland.” Magnus looks uncomfortable as he shakes my hand under Alec’s gaze. He shoots me a questioning look before bidding us adieu walking over to Clary and Jace. Alec turns to me and lands a sweet kiss on my hairline before running off to the stage. I watch as Magnus tries to bring Clary back. I watch as they both let out a breath they I didn’t know they were holding before Clary grabs Magnus’ hand and pulls him off to the a side door. I look around for Jace and find him watching Clary take off through the door after Magnus.
“Hello? Everyone, sorry for interrupting your wonderful night, but as party planner I have something I want to do before we really get into this party. Valentine Morgenstern has been a wonderful boss and a wonderful surrogate father to my beautiful girlfriend Amelia, and so tonight, Amelia Wayland,” he got down on one knee as he turned towards me. “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” My hand flew up to my mouth as I nodded with tears forming in my eyes. I threw myself towards Alec as he placed the rig on my finger and I threw myself at him kissing him passionately. “Thank you for your time, now lets get this party started.” He pointed to the DJ who instantly started playing music again. Valentine and Jocelyn came up to us to congratulate us.
“Your mother is so proud of you honey. She just wishes she could have been here to see it.” Jocelyn pulled me in for a tight hug. I looked at Alec.
“I spoke to your mom a couple of days ago about it because I knew she wouldn’t be here, and I wanted her blessing.” My eyes softened at his words, I looked down at the ring resting on my finger. I couldn’t believe I was going to get married to Alec fucking Lightwood.
Clary was next to come up to me and congratulate me. Then she started to pull me away.
“What are you doing Clary? I want to enjoy this night with my fiancé.”
“Mia, we’ve got to get out of here, Magnus found the portal.” She said still trying to pull me away from the small crowd that had formed around Alec and I.
“Magnus? What portal? Are you high? What did my brother give you?” She snapped her fingers in front of my face causing me to blink rapidly. “Fuck that was close.” She nodded before trying to pull me away again. I ran up to Alec and kissed him roughly and passionately with as much love poured into it as I could. This would be the last time I would kiss Alec and I wanted to be able to remember it.
“I love you Alec Lightwood. Always.”
“I love you too Amelia Wayland.” He kissed me one last time before I let Clary pull me away from him.
“We need to go before Jace gets even more suspicious.” I nodded and followed her into the side door I watched her take Magnus into.
“What are we even looking for?” Clary asked Magnus once we were all looking around the basement of the institute.
“I’ll know it when I see it.” I shrugged and kept looking as Magnus’ eyes never strayed from looking around the room.
“What if this doesn’t work?” Clary asked stopping for a minute and turning towards Magnus.
“It will, biscuit. I can feel it.” Magnus assured her handing her arm gently. I notice that Jace joins us and he doesn’t look all that happy to see either one of us.
“You know, if you were having second thoughts about us, you could have told me, instead of coming down here and hooking up with some random guy. And you,” he turns to me. “You and Alec just got engaged, what the fuck are you doing here with them? Are you hooking up with him too?” I bow my head sheepishly and avert my gaze to the floor not being able to look Jace in the eyes.
“Jace, this isn’t exactly a good time.” Clary walks over to Jace and I and places a hand on my shoulder pushing me gently towards Magnus and away from my brother.
“Really? You know when would be a good time for me, Clary? Never. Never call me again. And you, I’ve been on Alec’s case about hurting you when our the one hurting him. I suggested you go up there and talk to him right now, break off the engagement if you really don’t want to be with him.” Jace starts to walk away and I quickly run behind him, Alec doesn’t need to hear these lies from anyone else. I thought about how my Alec would feel in this situation and I realised that he would be beyond pissed, but I had a feeling with the small amount of time I’ve spent with this Alec that he was a lot softer, he didn’t have to grow up with a family reputation that the eldest needed to uphold. I needed to make sure he knew how loved he is. As I quickly exited the basement I heard a crash, I contemplated going back and helping them but then my eyes found Alec’s and my heart melted, his bright green eyes bore into mine and he strode up to me and kissed me passionately.
“Alec, I love you so much, I’ve got something with Clary to sort out at the moment, do you mind?” He placed the teacup down on the table beside us and brought both of his large hands to my hips and pulled me in close to his chest. My hands rested on his chest as I breathed in his scent, it was close to my Alec’s but missing the everlasting scent of leather that surrounded him, this wasn’t my Alec, I reached up gently and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
“Go, help Clary, there’s something going on with her and Jace and I’m not sure what it is, but I need you to help them work through it. I Love you Amelia.” He rested his forehead on mine and kissed my nose.
“I love your too Alec.” I let him go and walked back down to the basement. The first thing I notice is that Clary looks to be comforting Jace slightly before I notice a demon on the floor. My shadowhunter instincts kick in and I notice the demon is still breathing.
“Clary, its still alive.” I call out to her reaching for a broom before snapping the head off and getting into a defensive stance. I watch as Clary suddenly takes her hands off Jace as he glows slightly.
“Jace?”
“Yeah, you okay?”
“Thank god its you.” She throws her arms around Jace just as the demon jumps up and attacks us.
Alec P.O.V
“Hodge, you ready?” I asked him as I walked into the infirmary rolling down my sleeves and unbuttoning my shirt, with Lydia following closely behind. I had to find Jace.
“Alec, don’t do this out of anger. Jace is still your parabatai.” I felt like Lydia was trying to talk me out of it. But we needed that cup i have to save my sister.
“Lydia’s right.”
“I’m not letting Jace sacrifice my sister for his girlfriend’s pointless crusade. We’re doing this. And if you don’t wanna help, get out.”
“Oh so this has nothing to do with Amelia helping the seelie?” I shot him a glare quickly and looked towards Lydia. “I’ll help, but on one condition.”
“What?” I asked finally getting the buttons undone on my shirt.
“You don’t let it go too far.” The glare felt like it had been permanently tattooed on my face at this point as I watched him crossed his arms over his chest. He was trying to talk me out of doing this. “Now your bond with Jace can withstand a certain amount of strain. But you have to promise me that you won’t let it break.” My scowl deepened
“Jace is dead to me.”
“Alec.” Hodge’s face softened while my face deepened. Lydia stepped forward as I pulled my shirt off my shoulders.
“You don’t know how dependent you are on the bond, or how dependent you are on each other.”
“I have to do this.” I paused as I moved to lay down on one of the beds. “For Izzy.”
“Prepare yourself. This will be very, very painful.” Hodge spoke positioning himself to my left where my Parabatai rune was.
“Do it.” I nodded at him. I felt a burning sensation as hodge drew an extra rune to add to my Parabatai rune. The burning increased as I groaned my face screwing up in pain.
“Concentrate. Reach out with your mind and your heart. Use every strand, every fiber of you that is connected to him.” I felt someone holding my hand as images flashed through my mind. Jace fighting a demon in the woods. I could see him. My face screwed up tight again. I couldn’t see Amelia though. I kept searching.
“It’s working. I can see him.” I groaned again, feeling our bond and the pain he was in from fighting. “Jace!” I could feel myself and Jace start to slip, the bond weakening slightly.
“You know where he is?” Hodge asked me, I could only nod the pain unbearable now. As soon as the pain subsided and I was able to stand again I quickly pulled on my shirt and grabbed Lydia by the elbow pulling her away from Hodge and collecting my bow and arrows before we both took off to the woods where I had seen Jace.
“Jace!” We were running through the forrest as I shouted out his name. “Jace. No. No.” We stopped at what looked to have been a doorway at some stage but was just some twigs and leaves.
“What was that?” Lydia asked me as she placed a small hand on my bicep. I shook my head staring at the doorway again.
“I don’t know, but if they’re in there, they’re not coming out.” I balled my fists up and punched one of the tree beside us. Jace just had to drag Mia into all of this. He couldn’t have just let her stay at the institute, with me.
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20 Q's for Fic Writers
tagged by: @chameliyun, thank you so much <33
1 - How many works do you have on ao3?
131 works so far ! 97 of them are for haikyuu!! and i cannot wait to celebrate my 100 hq fics hehe
2 - What's your total ao3 word count?
323,624 words :0 i didn't think it'd be that much, i tend to write short things, i'm excited to have written so many words !!!
3 - What fandoms do you write for?
i have posted for haikyuu, death note, bnha, yuri on ice, free, breath of fire iv, and fairy tale for some unknown reason XD but i have unposted / unfinished fanfic for a bunch of other things like hunter x hunter or fma
4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?
chat me up has always been my most popular fic and tbh ? yeah i see why XD it is one of the most fun and chatfics were popular at the time. after that come ...or not, blue like the sky, silent trust and saw my momma dad cheese
5 - Do you respond to comments?
yes !! fandom is a community first and foremost for me, and posting is also a way to interact. comments are immensely lovely to get and answer !!
6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
ooh probably love me right ?? it's kinda the angstiest i've written... ever. but some nights is also. bad end. solely by virtue of being post apo and not very optimistic about it. i wanna rewrite it someday because i actually really liked that AU and it's not the best right now hmmm
7 - What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
honestly hasetsu tour guides (which is a series but shhh) is the happiest thing i've written ?? it's not the most fun in terms of plot but everyone is content with their life in a way i've not really written a lot
8 - Do you get hate on fics?
nope, not well known enough XD and i'm not complaining about it
9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i do ! i have no clue if there's a specific kind i stick to though, most of it isn't even posted or even written past heavy planning. trans cyborg smut is on its way though @notsuchasecret :3
10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
i have written or co-written a NUMBER of crossovers. most are not on ao3 yet (or... ever...) but i have posted death note x snow white and hxh x little red riding hood, so. however i do think that owari no seraph x the frog princess (the russian fairy tale) is the wildest one so far !
11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not to my knowledge, but that'd be kinda funny tbh ? imagine coming across your own obscure niche things in the wild. i'd almost be more disappointed it's not a new fic for my teeny fandom corner lmao
12 - What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?
the shortest would probably be a couple hours, for guardian of his king (written in a fugue state at like 3am, after Syb shared the drawing that inspired it. two of us fell in a trance btw, this was a POTENT artwork). the longest... i don't dare calculate... but it is measured in years and i haven't even started writing yet <3
13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?
if you count detailed planning and extensive oral storytelling, many !! my best friend and i are very prolific behind the scenes, to her dismay XD. i thiiiiiink she is the only co-writer i have had ? but i LOVE doing group fics and i'd love to do it with other people
14 - What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms?
"you ask questions i have no answers to" is what i was gonna say and then my brain went "well apart from bokuaka which has to be out of the competition-" so i may have an answer actually hahaha
15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
oooh my god that naruto fountain of youth AU is never gonna be written. i have so so so much planned and i sift through and add more from time to time, but like... i pick my battles a little more wisely than this behemoth
16 - What are your writing strengths?
i'm not sure ! i do think writing dialogue is easier for me than most other things, and i love doing fun formatting / narrative constraints
17 - What are your writing weaknesses?
i forget to put down half of the words on the paper so my sentences make no sense and it's horrible to edit <- loves editing. doesn't love when i reread myself and every five sentences i have to think "who tf wrote this and what the hell does it mean. how do you go from here to there ??? oh wait i forgot a sentence again"
18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
english isn't my first language. i write dialogue in another language 99% of the time. i don't think this question really takes into account the amount of ESL writers who are basically always doing this
to stay closer to what the question was meant to ask though, i have written sentences, in the middle of english fics, in languages that me or most readers don't speak. it is usually either a LONG process of looking up grammar rules, vocabulary, existing sentences etc... or what i did once, "write with mistakes because the person is learning the language still"
it is good imo to have characters speak their native tongue, or to add your own HCs onto characters and make them speak in their new native tongue, but it can be done more or less respectfully and more or less clearly. how do you include a translation, if at all ? is it jarring in the flow of your fic ? what about inserting song lyrics in another language ? it's a case by case basis for me tbh, and as a reference i really love how yuri on ice did it during the anime
19 - First fandom you wrote for?
i don't recall what i first wrote for exactly but i first posted for death note in 2015 :0 a while back !!
20 - Favourite fic you've written?
i don't have one at the moment, my criteria isn't defined enough these days. maybe some will jump out more later as they did in the past but for now i can say i love most of my children equally lmao
it took me a while to answer, sorry, and i'm too tired to tag anyone but DO feel free to say i tagged you if you wanna do it !!!!!!!
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yipee another request done, this time for @princeasimdiya12 !!
they had asked for some talentswap ishimondo and I asked for some suggestions of what they wanted:
I only did a few of em since some I couldn't really think of designs for mechanic mon and aiikido master ishi aughefjejt but either way I hope you enjoy!
this post is gonna be long bc of the doodles and also just me rambling abt em 👍
starting off with prince! Ishi and soldier! Mondo :]
im gonna be honest it was somewhat difficult to come up with a decent design for mondo bc I feel like it'd be a bit ridiculous to make it those like cameo soldier type of things that first show up when u google soldier aughddjtkdnt
But it was fun to draw them either way! Mondo would probably have shorter hair if the man bun was down but he keeps it up so that it doesn't get in the way of his face (duh)
As for ishi my only thoughts for him are that he's a prince who wants to make his family name and kingdom better because of his old tyrannical grandfather who used to be king or sumn.
I don't think either of their personalities would change too much, mainly their backstories ofc due to the change of ultimates.
Onto the next talentswap!
Idol!Mondo and Assassin! Kiyotaka :)
OOK SO FOR THESE I LITEKTJJDF I rlly like how Mondo turned out and I had more difficulty with taka since looking up references were wonky this time.
Ik these look very simple but trust me it took so long trying to not smudge everything even more SO 😭
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for mondo I believe that when he actually preforms it's more of that outfit but obviously with more details to it (I would have added them if I could but I didn't want to make it more messy). Like he'd probably have some form of the Diamonds logo maybe on the back and some gold designs on the cuffs of his outfits and such!! Maybe his preforming outfit is like the version of his coat where it's white with gold like in his original design yk? In a similar way that Sayaka wants to not give up all that she's worked for to be an idol I feel like Mondo would be that way too. I'd say more but it's this post is already long enough as is jakfjdjf
For ishi I wasn't sure on whether to go in the way where he pretends to have a different talent in hopes to cover his actual talent? Like how they did with Maki, but I just decided to draw him in what he would wear when actually killing someone, the cape to cover himself and the black mask to keep his face unrecognizable ofc. Ironically though I think people would state that even with his mask and hood on the most recognizable thing abt him is his eyes since they're red. On the job he probably tries to keep quiet to make himself unsuspecting but when talking to classmates or outside of it he's probably still just as loud as he is canonically lol
ok that's all, I'll probably draw more of em and draw some ideas out bc clearly I cannot organize my thoughts properly
#MY BAD FOR RAMBLING SO MUCH THESE WERE JUST TOO INTERESTING TO NOT THINK ABOUT UQYHAHR#theres definitely more intricate designs i could've gone with but this is definitely not my strong suit#I'll have to practice more on that#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#kiyotaka ishimaru#mondo owada#mondo oowada#ishimaru kiyotaka#ishimondo#talentswap#kry k(art)
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How come you got into One Piece but not Dragonball?
Ha, I guess I see the logic behind this question! Well, I enjoy that One Piece is a Journey to the West-inspired story with a powerful idiot for a protagonist, but those aren't the elements I'd consider the draws for me. In the short-term I like power of friendship stories a lot, and in the long-term I ended up vibing with a lot of OP's more slowburn themes (feeding everyone, dunking on the rich, disowning your parents, thumbing it to totalitarian governments, defining freedom, etc. etc.). One Piece is also... Despite the state it's ended up in (very heinous tiddies), it was noticeably non-horny for a pretty big chunk of it, and it has still not capitulated on never doing romance subplots. This is a draw for me.
I didn't catch either of these dubbed on TV at an impressionable age - that would be how I sampled Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon simultaneously and went on to only care about one of them - so I actively sampled them both after hearing about them when I was getting into anime as a teenager who'd just figured out how to stream things. ...I specifically remember staring deeply into a technically correct but extremely useless summary of One Piece before deciding to give it a shot. ("After eating a fruit said to be from the devil, Luffy the pirate CANNOT SWIM.") And I was like, 'Well this is Fine(tm), and I am learning new vocabulary' (after picking up Japanese question words from ygo Season 0, One Piece filled in my pronouns and basic family terms), and then I hit Arlong Park and was like, 'I AM CRYING WITH MY ENTIRE BODY THIS IS NOT FINE,' and like, after you've passed Arlong Park OP owns your ass. I almost dropped it when Foxy happened because the pacing had been starting to suffer from the threat of running out of source material and that arc was just, the last straw, but I switched to the next part of the manga instead and thank god because the manga is even better. What an absolute treat to get to read Water 7 and Thriller Bark as a second beginning of the OP experience. I have still not experienced Foxy in either medium and if I have my way I never will.
With Dragon Ball I just, started the manga from the beginning? It just didn't grab me. I don't even know how much of it I read. It doesn't feel like a lot, but I have no idea. Enough to get tired of it! None of the humor was landing for me because it was largely in various veins I find mildly unpleasant, the kind of big empty-feeling setting isn't really my vibe, and there just wasn't anything else going on. The DBZ abridged series was fun but also failed to capture my interest, ditto the occasional liveblog or video game watched over someone's shoulder.
I see people compliment Dragon Ball as an entry in the comics medium sometimes, and I might sit down with it again at some point for that angle now that I care more about the science of putting comics together. (Have also been meaning to resample Bleach for this reason.) I also understand that it has a pretty established spot to uh, skip to the trolls, as it were, so I might do that if I really just can't pay attention to the first era.
But yeah for now Goku is nothing to me. He's just a guy. I don't know him.
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how is forst kill racist?
well. honestly, this show is so bad that even ignoring the blatant racism baked into the narrative, it still sucks so much. that said, obviously the racism is by far the worst aspect of the show, terrible execution of what could’ve been a very sexy plot aside, and assuming you’re asking because you haven’t seen the show, I am going to try to explain the main issues with its handling of race in the narrative. but like. oh boy. there’s a lot. (disclaimer that I’m not black so my perspective here is definitely limited, and if anyone wants to add to this non-exhaustive explanation of faults in this truly terrible show, be my guest.)
first and foremost, the show is very unsubtly inspired by the dynamics presented in romeo & juliet. if you haven’t seen the show and think this is me doing my regular shtick of connecting everything back to shakespeare, I promise you that a) I don’t actually think the writers understand r&j enough for me to want to draw that connection and b) it’s even more overtly established in the text than you can even imagine.
the main character is literally named juliette. at one point, while standing on a stage of her school’s production of r&j, she even says to her romeo (her monster hunter gf calliope) “wow, our families sure are just like the montagues and the capulets, huh.” theyre bashing you over the head with these parallels just in case you didn’t get what they were going for. that said, their families are NOT, in fact, just like the montagues and the capulets, because there is a CLEAR power imbalance between them. r&j only works if the two households are “both alike in dignity.” if the feud is morally justified in any way, the entire play simply does not work.
with that said, allow me to describe the feuding factions:
the atwood fairmont (white) family is a clan of ancient “legacy” vampires descended from lilith (its own whole antisemitic can of worms, but other people have already spoken on this) who are born vampires, have unlimited power both physically and socially, and cannot be killed. also, despite this never being explicitly stated, they do live in a giant old money mansion in savannah, georgia, and their family clearly owned slaves. this family wields their power and influence to control people, dominate their bodies without their consent, and kill them without remorse.
their daughter (not juliette, the other one, who is just the most cliched possible caricature of an Evil Woman) is literally a serial killer. it’s established within the lore of this show that other than the First Kill, which is basically when a legacy vampire finishes going through puberty, legacy vampire bites don’t actually need to kill people. but juliette’s sister elinor does kill innocent people just for fun, just for lols. to be clear, the narrative does criticize her for this, I’m just mentioning it to illustrate my point about this WASP family’s legacy (get it??) being one of colonialism, genocide, and slavery that perpetuates into the modern day is not an ambiguous connection to make (despite the fact that unlike the topic of romeo & juliet, the subject of slavery is never actually mentioned in this show, despite its otherwise utter dearth of subtlety).
the lore of this white vampire family and their ties to their ancient ancestors are explored in depth. we find out how juliette’s parents fell in love, what her grandmother is like, why their traditions exist, the extent of their powers as vampires, the backstory of juliette’s other siblings. I’m saying this now to illustrate that we get NONE of this from the burns (black) family, even when a lot of complicated and confusing implications arise from these gaps in the worldbuilding that they do not bother to address.
the burns family is a family of monster hunters. as calliope explains in an obnoxious VO, other families have cookouts in the yard, go to the movies together, and go to disneyland, but her family is different (that said, we do later see her family have a cookout in their yard, so what is the truth). calliope really wants to kill her first monster, to prove to her family that she is just as capable as her brothers theseus and apollo. yes, her whole family has insane names based on greek mythology, and this is literally never explained.
in another VO, calliope explains that her family have been monster hunters for 2000 years. again, it’s implied that her family is african american, so... how does she know that? despite the fact that the atwood family is clearly supposed to represent the old money southern families who made their fortune off of plantations, is slavery just... not a thing that happened in this universe? or are her family immigrants? if so, this is never addressed. presumably because the writers didn’t actually care enough to explore this glaring detail.
the burns family are presented as almost bloodthirsty in their hatred of monsters, which they kill not just to protect others, but almost fanatically, with cultlike devotion, so as to earn approval from the higher ups in their weird little organization. their family is presented as sympathetic and loving, but also flawed and prejudiced, just like the atwoods. both families are shown to love each other, and hate the other family with blind rage. and presumably, both are equally wrong in their prejudice.
but. we never actually see a monster besides juliette who isn’t an abject danger to society. even the rest of her family eat people, eat each other, murder for funsies, and abuse their power at every turn. but calliope meets one rich white girl vampire who wears shoes on her bed (not actually important, but that pained me physically) who doesn’t want to hurt others, and it prompts her to ask her blasian best friend/ex-girlfriend (whose parents are killed by the legacy vamps and then she literally never returns onscreen lmfao) whether they are the real monsters. I mean, they sure are presented as equally harmful...
juliette has a conscience despite being a legacy vampire, and calliope recognizes this, and calliope has a conscience despite being a monster hunter, and juliette recognizes this, and they promise to never hurt each other despite their roles. which is all very sweet and lovely, but why do these girls seem to think that they are like romeo and juliet? the montagues didn’t hate the capulets because the capulets ate people (...presumably). the capulets didn’t have clear and overt power over the montagues in every regard. this feud, on the other hand, presents a race war between two factions who are presented as equally prejudiced against the other, despite the fact that it’s obvious that the extremely powerful white family of murderers are clearly worse than calliope’s reasonably stubborn family of (admittedly militaristic and fanatical) beast exterminators. never mind that the vampires made a fortune off of slavery and continue to abuse their powers to kill people, the burns family are clearly wrong for not immediately approving of calliope’s relationship with some girl from a family of serial killers.
(also I didn’t even mention juliette’s black best friend who talks like if someone watched one episode of glee and decided they now understood gay men and who inexplicably has a white mom named bunny, whom he refers to as bunny, not mom or any variation thereof, so presumably she isn’t his real mom, but also what’s the deal with that??? who even is bunny she’s never even properly introduced?????? why is her name bunny????? nope. never explained. not important I guess. anyway.)
while calliope is ostensibly presented as the co-protagonist of this show, she and her entire family are woefully underdeveloped as compared to the vampire clan. in terms of black representation, this is obviously an issue, but the reason they’re undeveloped betrays an even more pressing issue, which is that if they were given an ounce of context, nuance, or sympathy, the entire thesis of the show would fall apart. the show can only work if this family is flat and unscrutinized, so of course it’s such a #diversitywin that they’re black.
and of course if you criticize this terrible, awful, irredeemable piece of writing, it’s because you hate diverse media and lesbians specifically. on paper, the premise of this show could be written well, but for some reason, the creators decided to make all the worst possible decisions for every single element of this show. the nonsensical writing on a micro and macro level, the obnoxious editing, even the costume choices, all felt specifically designed to slap their audience in the face. but of course, the fact that this entire show is scaffolded by a race war between two deeply uneven factions who are nonetheless presented as equal evils is by far its worst element.
#ask#anon#o.tv#this isn’t even all of it#just like. a very quick summary of the most glaring faults#hope this .... enlightened you?#I guess I rly needed to get that out of my system huh
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