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the-lost-lights · 3 years

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Beast Wars: More than Meets the Eye AU REBOOT: Part 1

Introduction

A long, long, LOOOOOOOONG time ago, I made an anonymous ask to @yes-i-write-fanfiction about an idea I had: what it there was a version of the Transformers comic Transformers: More than Meets the Eye with Beast Wars characters? I began working on it and soon, and with some help of yes-i-write-fanfiction, I made some profiles for the characters.

Despite my objective was to make all the profiles for an hypotetical “first season” of the comic, a variety of events caused me to give up the project.

Until now.

I’m going to give this project a second shot, rewriting everything and making it bigger and better than before (hopefully).

Wish me luck!

Story

The war against the Vehicons is over.

Optimus Primal, the heroic leader of the Maximals and the resistance, has defeated Megatron, stopping the Vehicon plague, healing everyone infected by it and turning the planet Cybertron into techno-organic paradise, at the cost of his life.

Despite the galaxy is now in peace, many tensions remain, making the hard-hearned peace fragile: the NAILs, led by Terrorsaur (that is unhappily sharing his body with Starscream) want that all Maximals and Predacons should not be allowed back on the planet after having caused the war, some alien civilizations accused the Transformers of having intentionally released the Vehicon virus and the Matrix of Leadership hasn’t been passed yet.

Cheetor, who became during the war the second in command of the Maximals, decided to try to open it because he showed multiple times the potential to become the next Prime, but during the public cerimony something unexpected happened: despite managing to open it, the Matrix rejeted Cheetor and merged with his best friend Lio Convoy, turning him into Lio Prime. Before anyone could react, the supercomputer known as the Oracle announced that Lio was going to be the last Prime and disappeared, causing chaos all over the planet.

Confused and in need of answers, Cheetor searched everywhere the Oracle and when he finally found it he asked why he wasn’t chosen and why lio was going to be the last Prime. The Oracle simply told him to search for the legendary Covenant, a group of twelve legendary knights created by Primus long before the birth of the first Transformers, and showed him the path for the planet where they sleeped.

Determined to accomplish the mission given by the Oracle (and partially because he hopes to avert its propecy so that he’ll be able to become a Prime), Cheetor decides to make an expedition in search of them, searching high and low for the best ship in the universe and Cybertron’s brightest and most heroic Transformers for the crew.

Shame that he only managed to recruit a bunch of weirdos, losers and misfits and the ship he found malfunctioned and sent them in the middle of nowhere.

Now Cheetor and his motley crew have to find where they are and how to reach the Covenant’s planet, all while dealing with lots of problems (both personal and not) and secrets, including the identity of the saboteur that is manipulating them for an unknown reason.

Characters

Cheetor (Rodimus):

Once one of the youngest member of the Maximals, he used to be a delivery boy before the war. One day, during a delivery, he discovered that the Predacons conquered his home town of Kaon and razed it to the ground, leading him to conscript in the Maximal army in search of revenge. Here he met Optimus Primal and Rattrap and despite the rocky beginning they became friends. During the war he slowly rise in the ranks and accomplish many impressive feats... and put himself in trouble lots of times. During one of his misadventures he met Lio Convoy, then known simply as Lio, and the two became best friends, having many adventures during the years until Lio discovered to have the rare potential to become a combiner, forcing Lio to remain in space with the other two parts of the combiner while Cheetor followed Optimus on Earth and was forced to enter into stasis when the ice age began.

He was one of the first Maximals to awake from slumber in the 19th century, and briefly acted as Rhinox’s second in command while he temporarely replaced the then MIA Optimus Primal as leader. When their existence became public, Cheetor began to act as the face of the Maximals and for a while acted as an intermediary between the UN and the Maximals, doing a decent job at preventing a war between the two species. During the Vehicon war he met again Lio, now having gained the rank of Convoy, and the duo managed to led the troops into saving some planets from Jetstorm. During the end of the war Cheetor became Optimus Primal’s second in command and temporarely guarded the Matrix when Optimus wasn’t considered worty of it anymore.

After the whole Matrix fiasco and the Oracle’s propecy Cheetor became determined to find the Covenant, no matter the hardships, but the numerous misfortunes made him doubt that he’ll be able to accomplish it and also convinced him that there’s a saboteur that is responsible for some of the incidents... or maybe he’s just paranoid.

He’s similar to Rodimus, personality-wise, but a little bit more responsible towards his crew and a lot more mature. The fact that the Matrix chose his friend hurt him a lot, and despite he claims to have accepted the Matrix’s decision and is very supportive for his friend, deep down a part of him despises him and wants to have his role, even if he knows that the Oracle’s propecies are never wrong. Despite he has many friends, the only bots he’s close in the ship are Tigatron and Rattrap and he also has a certain amount of respect (and fear) for Dinobot and Big Convoy.

He has a Transmetal body that grant him a flight mode, but after he is exposed to a mutagen he slowly starts to mutate into a stronger Transmetal 2 form, losing his ability to fly but gaining the ability to manipulate energy.

Big Convoy (Ultra Magnus+Fortress Maximus):

Originally a friendly and skillful, albeith a little strict, Maximal general named Slammoth (Big was a nickname given him for his size), he was put on charge of the special assault team known as the Wreckers shortly after the first Megatron took control of the city of Kaon. He was sent with his team to dispose of him and the rebellious Predacons by the government, but he secretly planned to simply capture him and force the rest of the rebels to surrender, preventing a possible bloodshed.

Unfortunately, his plan went very wrong and it ended up starting a million years long war in which most of his friends died and he saw and did horrible things, to the point that many Maximals want him dead. Despite this, Optimus Primal always defended him, stating that his strategic skills where unmatched by anyone and most of the time his actions ended up saving many Maximals.

Unfortunately, with the end of the war and the death of Optimus his situation soon became worse, and Big realized that he needed to leave Cybertron or else he would probably be condemned to spend what remains of his life in jail or be hunted down by vegeful bots. When he heard about the expedition, he begged Cheetor to let him join as head of security and he accepted, if only because he was afraid of what Big would have done if he said no.

He is very serious and takes his role of head of security very seriously, to thepoint that he put in jail half of the crew for having not properly saluted him. He suffers from PTSD and occasionally he has random bout of violence, and since his body is filled with weapons you can imagine what happens in those situations. He also enjoys metallurgy and writing poetry, but the sheer nihilism and lenght of it led to some poor bots that listened to it to enter into an angst coma.

He despises Rampage for having killed some of his closest friends during the war, and Waspinator because he keeps trying to analyze him. Most of the crew feels the same towards him, but especially Transmutate, who HATES him so much that she once almost killed him because she thought he harmed Rampage. The only bot that tolerates him and vice-versa is ironically Inferno, who shares his passion for metallurgy and has a similarly horrible past.

He turns into a mammoth and is classified as a living weapon of mass destruction due to his internal arsenal. He also owns an one-of-a-kind weapon called Matrix Buster that has enough firepower to destoy a star that he famously used to destroy a star system in order to not let it fall into Predacon’s hands.

Waspinator (Rung):

If you search “unlucky” on a Cybertronian dictionary you will find his face, and you also find out that his name is a synonym for it.

Nobody knows where he came from, not even him: all he knows is that he woke up with a big headache in a building in Kaon and before he could realize where he was Big Convoy demolished the building during the battle with the first Megatron. Extracted barely alive from the ruins by a group of Predacons, he was mistaken for one of the civilians that sided with them and recruited in their faction. Since then he got involved in many battles and many misadventures, from being stomped by an awakened titan to being possessed twice by the spirit of Starscream, being blown up so many times that you could make an army of him with his lost parts.

When he was forced to follow Megatron on Earth things for a while improved for him: after the ice age ended he woke up thousands of years earlier than the rest and ended up becoming the god of a tribe of hominids, leading an happy life until he run out of energon and was forced to enter stasis in order to survive.

And then he accidentally woke up in the 19th century and discovered that the other Predacons were awakening and he had to follow again his much hated leader, leading to him being blown up and beaten up again and again and again. Eventually he got fed up and in 1999 he decided to leave the Predacons and became a Maximal, who treated him much better than his former comrades despite they hated him for being a former Predacon. When the war apparently ended, he finally tried to relax a bit, but soon the Vehicon war began. Tired and not interested in fighting another war, he left the Maximals and Earth, becoming one of the ever expanding NAILs, and started living on a far away colony alongside them. While the universe was in chaos, he began studying psychology in order to help the many soldiers that wanted to have a better life and eventually he got a licence.

When Cybertron and the universe were saved he came back on Cybertron for an holiday, but when it was time to board the ship to go back home he mistakenly boarded the Lost Light and when he realized his mistake the ship’s engines malfunctioned and he found himself partially merged with a wall, dragged into a quest he didn’t want or meant to join.

On the good side, he now has lots and lots of patients, some of which didn’t blew him up during the war.

Waspinator used to complain a lot about his fate, with his famous catchphrase “Why universe hates Waspinator?” being a classic meme on Cybertron, but nowadays he’s mostly unfazed by whatever happens around/to him. It’s unclear if this is resignation to the fact that the universe hates him or simply he began taking things in stride, but one thing is for sure: he’s a massive magnet for weirdness and misfortune. He often spends time with the Survivors, a ragtag bunch of misfits (and Tigratron) that used to be Airazor’s crewmates and had similar misadventures during the years.

He turns into a wasp, but for a brief time he became a Transmetal and gained a jet mode. Unfortunately that happened by the time he got possessed again by Starscream, meaning that not only he wasn’t in control of his body, but technically it was Starscream that gained the upgrade instead of him, meaning that when he abandoned the body Waspinator was brought back to normal.

Rampage (Cyclonus):

One of the last remnants of a long gone era. The bot that became Rampage was once an astrophisician and a bot of culture that joined Galvatron’s (Beast Wars 2 Galvatron, not Generation 1 Galvatron) expedition to a newly discovered planet and got contaminated alongside the others by the highly dangerous Angolmois Energy, becoming an invincible beast with a thirst of destruction.

For a long time he was forced to obey his now insane and corrupted “leader”, who cut off part of his now immortal spark and put it in a device that crushed it if he tried to rebel, but he slowly planned his escape and revenge towards his oppressors. During that time, the only things that prevented him to slip further into insanity were books, which he stole from the ruins of conquered planets, and Depth Charge, the only bot that ever managed to fight against him and survive. They fought each other multiple times during the years, and Rampage always hoped that one day he would have been able to kill him, but that would never happen.

During the Vehicon war, Megatron managed to create an antidote to Angolmois and used it to cure Galvatron and most of his crew before slaughtering them. Rampage survived by destroying the hull of the ship, floating in the empthiness of cosmos until some members of the resistance found him and mistakenly thought that he was dead. He would have killed them in any other situation, but not then: most of the bots that tortured him for years were dead, including Galvatron, leaving him unable to get his revenge, and the only cure in existence was in the hands of Megatron. Furious, he forced his saviors to bring him to Optimus Primal and then offered to help him stop Megatron and then be dragged to jail for the rest of his life, but only if first he let him kill him with his own bare hands. Optimus reluctanctly accepted, and with his help the resistance managed to score some significant victories, but despite this no one was happy of him siding with them.

Especially Depth Charge.

Depth Charge hated having him around, since he killed billions of living beings along the galaxy and attempted to murder him more than usual. Megatron knew of this and decided to make Charge an offer: he would give him the Angolmois antidote to kill Rampage, but in exchange he would become a Vehicon commander. Filled with anger, he accepted, and in the span of a day Depth Charge almost caused the resistence to fall, causing the loss of lots of lives and resources. Rampage was devastated: he was healed by the effects of Angolmois, but the only bot he considered his rival betrayed everything he stood for and willingly sacrificed thousands of lives in order to kill him and the survivors blamed him for this. Rampage ran away and disappeared for a long while, crushed by the weight of his actions and the effects they had.

Rampage later reappeared on Cybertron in search of the few surviving members of Galvatron’s crew with the intention of killing them and then himself, but once he found them he discovered that Inferno mistook them fro bounty hunters and killed them. Furious, Rampage tried to kill him, but Transmutate’s attempt to escape from her capsule caused an huge explosion, knocking him unconscious. The trio got dragged on the Lost Light with the intention of treating and then leaving them on a civilized planet once they recovered, but the malfunction forced them to join the crew, which made Rampage very angry.

He hates being forced to partecipate to a mission he believes to be pointless and being surrounded by a bunch of people that either hate or fear him, but most of all he is tired: he lived a long time, spent most of his life as an evil insane monster and finally regaining his sanity at the cost of the closest thing to a friend he had. All he wants now is dying.

And yet he got attached to Transmutate, a defective point one percenter who most of the crew treats with a mix of pity and disgust, and developed a sort of respect towards Silverbolt, that was created in laboratory, forced to obey his mad creator’s orders despite he knew they were wrong and struggled to fit in the Cybertronian’s society.

Will he be able to redeem himself? Or he will remain the monster everyone says he his? Only time will tell...

He has a crab and a tank alt-mode, and lots of cannons and other weapons of mass destruction.

PART 2===>

#transformers #beast wars #beast wars: more than meets the eye au #cheetor #big convoy #waspinator #Rampage #reboot

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animerunner · 3 years

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What Happened Is Not Right And That’s Okay (Chapter 2)

Ao3

Link to Chapter 1 Fandom: The Owl House Rating: T Warnings For this Chapter: Dehumanization, ableism, possible borderline gaslighting, and parental ignorance/neglect possibly bordering on child abuse. Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Lilith Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne & Eda Clawthorne’s Mother, Eda Clawthorne & Principal Bump (additional relationships to be added as the story progresses. Summary:Living with a curse was never a simple task. And really from day one Eda knew it was going to be complicated. But she can't help but wonder at times. Just why hers has to be this complicated.

In short: An Exploration of what life might have been like for Eda growing up with the curse. AN: Hey there so what story is basically what it says on the tin. With some creative liberty of course.

Something to keep in mind is that this story progresses: 1. Explore Eda's character and others in response to the curse 2. Help myself explore and come to terms with my own Chronic Illness 3. Help educate others who aren't as familiar with disabilities on the realities of the situation. This one is important to me since the fandom can have an ableism issue. And I would like for readers to maybe take away why the use of certain tropes is a lot worse than they might realize. 4. This story is not meant to be either tragedy or inspiration porn. 5. I've only really begun interacting with the disability community in the last few years. So if I do a misstep its unintentional ignorance. Which I realize is not great either. I just want to make clear my intent is not malicious. If someone else who is in the community in some form be it Neurotypical, disabled, chronically ill, etc. sees something questionable within the story that comes off as unintentionally ableist please tell me. I would be happy to clarify if the plot beat was unintentional (and fix it) or somehow deals with the story itself. Which will happen sometimes. 6. Some of this is based on my own experience. Some of it is not. The parents issue this chapter is a good example of it not being based on my own experience.

This story will touch on some topics that might be sensitive to some readers. I will include warnings . If your sensitive to the topic please keep that in mind before starting it. Also please bear in mind that not all chapters will have the same element. So while one chapter might have one issue, the other might not. A good example of this is an arc I will be exploring later in the story involving ableism in sports.

For anyone who wasn’t around for the first chapter. This was originally inspired by @beckyarteest‘s fic before it went off and became its own quasi multi chapter AU (I am bad at sticking to canon compliance): I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.

Anyways Actual story is under the read more. Ao3 link is at the top. Please let me know what you think!

One day turned into two and two turned quickly into a week. And after that with no real sign of the ‘curse’ resurfacing, Eda had actually started to think that maybe everyone else was right.

Maybe whatever had happened that day was just a one off thing.

Unfortunately, reality had made that hope come crashing down just over two weeks after “the duel that wasn’t” with Lilith.

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Eda wouldn’t remember the moment that would properly change everything about her life.

Though, she guessed that wasn’t entirely accurate. Considering the biggest moment had happened a week prior was when she had been supposed to be vying for an Emperor’s Coven spot against Lily. The day of her first transformation.

However the incident in potions class, the moment they now knew this was almost certainly not just a one off incident like they had been hoping? That was the moment it became all too real for Eda.

Even if it would be a while longer before it became real for the rest of the family. That was the day reality started to sink in for Eda. As it was the day that she knew at least to an extent that her life wasn’t going to ever be the same.

It would also be her first gateway into the many, many issues that came with the curse. Whether it be other people’s treatment of her cursed form, right or wrong, or just still having people take her seriously in the beginning.

Something that would be a recurring struggle she would have to deal with in the coming years.

Much like the duel, she would only be told what had happened afterward. The entire time she was transformed she wasn’t even aware of what was going on.

It was something that would over time become associated with fear and worry. At the time though, for an Eda who was still in denial, it was more of a source of annoyance.

Eda didn’t like that she had to rely on other people to necessarily do ‘the right thing’. Especially since in both instances so far it nearly hadn’t ended in her favor.

Thankfully of all people it was apparently Principle Bump who came to her rescue. Seeing reason when one of the other teachers had tried to suggest handing her off to the head of the Beast Keeping classes for the time being...

Bump scowled at that not particularly liking the way this conversation was going, “She is still a student. A transformed one but one nonetheless. Unless she starts attacking someone there is no reason to be summoning Arden.”

Sure, he may not be particularly fond of Eda’s antics at times. Sometimes he wished that the entire Clawthorne dynamic wasn’t like how it was. It was a source of many of his headaches.

But that did not mean he supported putting Eda in a cage.

Even if she wasn’t in her right mind currently, she was still a student. And she wasn’t being aggressive. Honestly, this other form so far hasn't been aggressive at all. Though who was to say that wouldn’t change?

He was more than a bit concerned with how little they knew. However, there was one thing he was certain on: that forcing her into a cage would make things worse, not better.

Not that he particularly liked the idea even before you factored in the fact that they’d be caging a student.

“So what do you suggest we do with her then, sir? Leaving her out could cause property damage.”

Which, arguably, was more Eda than anything else.

“Put her in my office and call a healer. Hopefully someone will know what to do to get her to transform back.”

“Sir, I must protest. Putting her with you could put you-”

Bump cut the other teacher off before he could continue. “I didn’t become the principal of this institution by sitting on my thumbs Marcus. I am more than capable of handling an unruly student. Even if she has been transformed into another creature.”

Not that he genuinely thought handling would be an issue.

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“So what your saying is neither of you can help.”

Bump had ended up summoning both a healer and grabbing DeFrost anyway. Hoping maybe one of them would know how to solve their issue.

“I apologize, sir. But I’m used to dealing with minor curses. Things of inconvenience mostly. Under normal circumstances, I would refer this student to a specialist. This is way beyond my own capabilities to treat.”

And of course, they couldn’t do that without involving the Clawthorne parents. Who he had tried to alert when Edalyn had transformed again. But they had both been busy and he had yet to hear anything from them yet.

“And I’ve never seen a creature quite like this. Cursed or otherwise. I could possibly see if I have anything discussing something similar to Ms. Clawthorne. However...”

“Most likely Edalyn will have transformed back by then.” Bump concluded.

So apparently they were dealing with not just a curse. But a rare curse. Great.

Why was it that nothing involving the Clawthornes was just plain and simple?

“At the very least can you tell me if she’s any sort of danger?”

That way he could have his staff stop bothering him.

DeFrost adjusted their glasses. “Well it's hard to say without knowing the curse or how it impacts her mind. But based on normal cursed creature behavior most likely she won’t be a danger to anyone unless she’s provoked. However there’s still a lot of questions there...”

“Like what could provoke her.”

“Exactly.” DeFrost nodded. “Sir, I know you said you could handle if anything happened but-”

“I can handle myself just fine Arden. I appreciate your concern but if I need your help again I will ask for it.”

“Understood sir.” DeFrost agreed reluctantly. Before taking their leave.

“Am I dismissed as well sir?”

“No. Actually I wanted to ask. I know you can’t help her return to normal. But I imagine the transformation back won’t be easy on her. Is there anything we can do to ease that at least?”

“Well yes. But that would normally involve the family…”

“I’ll handle anything that might come if they protest. This is already a difficult time for Edalyn. Let's not make it worse.”

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Thankfully time really was all they needed for Eda to transform back.

Though rather than answering his questions and possible suspicions. Eda’s return to awareness just raised even more of them in their steed.

“Welcome back Edalyn. How are you feeling?”

“Like an icicle is trying to drive a hole into my skull,” Eda said, wincing again rubbing the right side of her head. “What happened?”

“I believe that you will probably want this, then.” Bump rather than answer the question slid the potion that the healer had left for Eda when she finally returned to normal. “The healers figured you might have one after you transformed back.” Bump explained as Eda downed the bottle.

Eda frowned as she put the bottle down again. Now that the pain was receding she could think a bit more clearly. And realize that she couldn’t think of a reason for why she would be in the office in the first place. “Back? Wait was I-”

“Transformed into that creature from the duel? Yes.”

“I didn’t even realize it,” Eda noted with a frown. Much like the last time everything was just a giant blank from right before she transformed. Which worried her on another level. Why was she unable to remember anything from when the spell, curse, whatever it was took effect?. “I didn’t hurt anyone did I?”

“No everyone got out of your minor escapade without a scratch.” Bump assured her. Deciding to leave off the near incident with DeFrost and the cages for the moment. It wasn’t like he hadn’t specifically told them not to get the Beast Keeping professor involved.

Eda sighed in relief. “That’s good at least.”

“So you really aren’t aware of what happened after you transformed? I take it?”

“No, the last thing I remember is being in the potions classroom. And then waking up here. Everything between the two is a blank.” Eda’s face scrunched up in a frown. There was a bit of a tangible residue of some sort of memory. But she still didn’t know the relevance of it. “Mother’s going to kill me for missing class.”

“I would have thought you might be somewhat pleased by the new attention.”

After all that had been a reason behind some of Eda’s pranks over the years. Though sometimes Bump wondered just how much Eda realized this herself.

“Not like this.”

“Either way I’ll write a note. In the meantime you really should have a specialist check you.”

Eda winced. “That’s probably going to be easier said than done.”

“If it comes to it, the same offer I made to your sister when she was being given difficulty by them I’ll extend to you. If you need someone to help you get seen about this curse then I can try to help you find someone that your parents won’t cause problems with.”

Eda winced remembering the fiasco that had been trying to get her sister her glasses. There was an unfortunate high probability history could repeat itself. She really hoped her parents had maybe learned. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you Principal Bump.”

“Your welcome.”

Eda’s unusual politeness wasn’t lost on him. Go figure the most polite conversation he had ever had with Edalyn was because of a curse.

Maybe he should have tried a different tactic with the youngest Clawthorne?

Too late to fix that now he supposed. =============

Any small hope for Eda that maybe her parents would take it seriously when she got home. And not try to toss it again under ‘something else’ didn’t last longer than five minutes after her mother got home.

“Clawthornes don’t get cursed.”

“But-” Eda began to try and protest. Absentmindedly scratching her wrists. While most of the pain had subsided with the potion Bump had given her, there were still some residual aches and pains from the transformation.

Just like last time in fact.

“End of discussion. I will not entertain this absolutely absurd discussion. Let alone the idea of taking you to a specialist.”

Eda scowled, not ready to back down without a fight. “If it's just a spell then why did it happen a second time?”

“I don’t know Edalyn, maybe someone thought they should continue the lesson.”

Eda opened her mouth to try and continue the argument. Only to have her mother disappear through the door, slamming it shut behind her.

“But I haven’t even done anything this past week.” Eda muttered to herself.

After the first idea of it being a curse had gotten into her head. She had decided to try and be better. The transformation had hurt! She hadn’t wanted to go through it again.

So as difficult as it had been she had hung up her pranking supplies. For now at least until whoever was angry with her cooled down.

If this really was because of a prank. Then someone was really vindictive was all she could say.

Either way whatever caused it wasn’t really the problem anymore. It was figuring out what to do next before the curse resurfaced a third time.

Normally she would have turned to Lily for guidance. But her sister was away at training. Meaning it was her against her parents. And she had no clue how to handle it from there.

It had always been them against the world. Even when that world sometimes included their own parents.

With the one person who may have understood their complex family dynamic gone. With her having no idea when she would see Lily again. She had no one to turn to.

Sure, Bump had once said that if she needed help to come to him. But this felt like a bit of a reach.

Maybe it was for the best to leave it alone for now. Maybe if it happened again her parents would take it seriously.

She knew that the likelihood of that happening was probably small, but what else could she even do at this point?

Her parents' reaction, while infuriating, was not entirely unexpected. And it was even less likely to change if her childhood was anything to go by. Since, if it was something that made the Clawthorne’s imperfect, then it was not to be acknowledged. Even if it impacted their own children.

And if there was anything that indicated an ‘imperfection’ it was having a curse on a child.

Titan knew how it had been a fight to get Lily her glasses. Eda couldn’t even begin to imagine how complicated things might be if this was something far more sinister than getting your sight corrected.

She guessed if she needed too she could try looking for care on her own. She was old enough now that she didn’t need her parents there at a healer’s appointment. But then again the fall out from going to a doctor when she didn’t have her own source of income.

Well it would be a mess.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

#the owl house #toh #the owl house fanfiction #eda clawthorne #disability representation

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.6

When Keith and Shiro left, Lance breathed a sigh of relief. Hunk’s father had to order parts from Platt city, leaving the two brother to spend the night at one of towns inns. Dropping them off, with Hunk, at Hunk’s family garage had been the first relief, the second was dropping Pidge and all her crap off at her house, and third returning home to Blue and a nice bag of blood. Stressed from his lack of sleep and house guests, Lance had drained a whole bag without thinking, something he had done since the time his Mami had had a fall at the home. She scolded him for fussing over her far too much, Lance not wanting to leave her all alone, despite the fact she was only in hospital overnight with a sprained wrist. All his Mami’s friends at her home had been jealous when he’d returned the next day with the biggest bouquet of roses he could buy. Taught to share, each little old lady was given a rose and a kiss on the cheek, more than one aiming for a cheeky kiss on the mouth. His mother all smiles and laughter over the attention he’d received. His Mami had such a great support network there, and he’d really lucked out on her care.

With his hunger quenched, next came cleaning through the house. Shiro and Keith had left their room neat, beds remade and everything else in order too, like they’d never been there to begin with. Not that he was looking, but Lance didn’t find a single strand of stray hair on their pillows. Almost as if he’d housed two ghosts for a evening. Letting his room dry out, and actively avoiding the mess, Lance cleaned through the whole first floor before finally admitting to himself he was procrastinating far too much. Stupid blood. His fatigue had melted away, now he had far too much energy, having already walked into the wall, kitchen table, kitchen counter, accidentally lifted the whole sofa in on go instead of just the end to sweep, and tripped face first over his coffee table. All his movements and actions were amplified by the blood coursing through his system, kind of like how he imagined popping Ecstasy. It was like some cosmic joke really. The worst he could expect was severe flu like symptoms if he accidentally drank bad blood, maybe a day or two of cramping then right back to being stupidly healthy. Bruises, grazes, cuts and scrapes all healed within a day or two, depending on how much blood he’d consumed. His dumb arse had fallen down the stairs before, broken his leg, and taken three whole bags of blood to heal the damn thing. He couldn’t win with his glasses on, and he couldn’t win with them off.

Doing a quick tidy through of the top floor, Lance finally faced his trashed bedroom. What he really needed was a maid... except he didn’t want a stranger in his house, and he didn’t want a stranger in his how’d he touching his things. All his bedding needed to be washed, his mattress needed to be stripped of its waterproof cover then aired once the rain stopped. Blue had had a few “accidents” on his bed, his mattress protector was an idea he could proudly claim as his own. Waking up to entrails between his sheets and seeping into his mattress wasn’t his idea of a good morning, no matter how happy Blue was over her caught mouse. He simply couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad at her, she was only doing what came naturally, and he definitely preferred the mice dead to running around messing up his stuff. Shit, maybe he should just join a coven and make a nuisance of at some other vampires lair... only, he didn’t get along with other vampires for the most part, and shacking up with a werewolf was asking for trouble. He was 44, it was well past time to put his big pants on and deal with things like an adult.

Wednesday was supposed to be a good day. He’d finished one of the family cases he was working on, his new window was installed with a nice new latch, he��d spoiled himself with a rather expensive bottle of red, and he’d assured Hunk that’d contacted Shay to confirm dinner was still on. He’d forgotten until that morning, almost spamming her to explain and apologise. Thankfully Shay was the awesome soul she was, understanding after he’d explained about his broken window.

Then it all went to shit.

Stuck on an “urgent” call, Lance had made a mistake. He’d been talking with a mother trying to get sole custody of her three children, online, offering her his business number so she could call and get some free advice. Not even five minutes in, he could already see why she was finding it difficult. No judge was grant her custody when she was more concerned about the next needle in her arm than she was about her children. On his personal phone he’d already called the police to request a wellness check after he’d explained the situation, but as he waited for a response there, he was stuck with a raving lunatic yelling in his ear about how meth didn’t make her a bad mother. She hadn’t even noticed he’d put himself on silent as he’d made the call. It wasn’t something that left him warm and fuzzy inside, he genuinely wanted to help keep families happy, with an emphasis on what was best for the children involved. This wasn’t his first making this kind of call, but it never got any easier. The mother needed help, she needed someone to reach out their hand and help her, but the system could only do what it had the budget for. He’d had a similar case nearly a decade ago where the mother had attempted to murder her children rather than share custody with the remarried father. She wound up commuting suicide, something that weighed heavily on his mind each time this kind of situation came up. It was nearly an hour later that the police showed up, Lance listening to the whole thing until it finally got too much, and he had to hang up. Snuggling up for some serious cuddles with Blue, the TV played in the background just so he didn’t feel that prang of pain... until it finally became too much. Spurring an unplanned trip over to Platt for some serious hang time with his Mami.

As always, his Mami was happy to see him. She could tell immediately something was weighing heavily on his mind, unable to even fake a smile or politeness to the other residents. Feigning exhaustion, he’d “helped” his Mami back to her room, crawling into bed with her and settling himself with his head on her chest. Sometimes he wondered if he hadn’t developed properly after being turned so young. He didn’t fit the stereotype for his age bracket, nor did he fit the stereotype for a typical 26 year old. His Mami didn’t push for an explanation, instead she stroked his hair and held him tightly. After being turned, he’d suffered screaming nightmares for months. His Mami would climb into bed with him, holding him just like she was now.

Whether she’d forgotten, because as much as Lance was loathe to admit she’d been doing that much more often of late, or whether his brother also felt the need for a spur of a moment visit, but when Luis entered the room, his brother wasn’t pleased at all to see him there. Luis had been the first to cut him off. Maybe because he was the oldest, he headed our first to carve out a life for him and his wife Lisa. Luis knew he had above normal hearing, mumbling about how he was a money draining blood sucker. A bit rich coming from a man who chucked a sook over his inheritance from their papi. For the sake of their mother, Lance just wanted to get along, Luis ultra polite in front of Mami as he fussed over her, making Lance feel he didn’t have a place by her side.

The drive back was depressing, not even his usual playlist managed to make it bearable. Rax was working at Balmeria’s, meaning he had to go in and ask for the pump to be turned on, the little shit further pissing him off as he mocked him for his down mood.

The goddamn cherry on his shit-tastic day was arriving home to find his front door wide open, with none of the lights left on. This was how people ended up murdered. He was going to end up murdered... but after the day he’d had, maybe a little bit of murder would be the best thing for everyone. At least his house was in order if he was to meet his demise... his only regret would be leaving Blue... and Hunk and Pidge... and his Mami. For a dead man, he harboured a lot of regrets over his imminent death. Saying a prayer, he wasn’t sure if God had time for his type, but he hoped that maybe he did. He’d been a good vampire, never drank human blood, never attacked a human, went to church and loved his Mami... now he was off to be murdered and his body dumped in a rolled up carpet somewhere in the back lands of Garrison. What a depressing thought. Fuck it, if he was going to die, his glasses weren’t going down with him.

Leaving his glasses beside the front door mat, Lance stepped into his doom.

“Hello?! Can you please not murder me, I’ve had a shit day!”

Someone was in his house. He could tell from the smell alone there were two somebodies. His skin has prickled with goosebumps at the first sniffs of the scent.

“Look, I already know you’re here!”

Because talking to his murderers was just how he rolled. Following the scent to the living room, he found his room trashed. Great. Just. Fucking. Great. No power to the house meant no security alarm and no security alarm meant no alarmed Pidge, meaning no forthcoming rescue. No forthcoming rescue meant at least his friends would be safe, which was one small mercy.

“We’ve got you, bloodsucker”

Lance raised an eyebrow. A fucking hunter was on his doorstep, well, not literally but he’d been good, he should have had a few more years of safety with his alias. What really made his eyebrow raise was that despite being decked head to toe in black, that voice very clearly belonged to the “Emo Edgelord” himself, sir “I’m too much of a douche to drink your coffee without protest”, Keith. Behind him clad in an equally depressing outfit was Shiro. Talk about bad fucking karma.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You’re blood sucking scum, and we’ve come to bring your reign of terror to an end”

Holy fuck, Keith must have pop-cultured hard. The kid sounded like he was straight out the lowest budget slasher movie known to man kind. Ignorance was bliss?

“I’m not quite sure I know what you’re on about...”

“Shut up!”

“Look, dude. Take a chill pill. How about we talk? Look, the names Lance. I’m a lawyer, specialising in family law”

“You mean you rip innocent families apart! You gain access to their children and bleed them dry!”

“Um, no?”

“Don’t lie to me! I know you’re kind. What happened to your friends? What did you do to Hunk and Pidge?!”

What was he supposed to have done with them...?... right. Vampire. Dah... murderer, yep, right... pffft... He could laugh at how serious Keith was being if it wasn’t for the fact that they were indeed there to murder him

“They’re at home? I dropped Hunk off with, so maybe I should be asking what you did to him?”

“Don’t you turn this back on me, you abomination”

Lance crossed his arms in offence. He’d made them breakfast, they should be a little more appreciative

“I didn’t ask to be like this”

“So you admit it!”

Shiro obviously hadn’t trained Keith about how adults used their inside voices

“Stop yelling at me! Inside voice is just fine”

“Shiro, he knows us. He’s admitted what he is. It doesn’t deserve to walk this earth!”

“Keith...”

“Fuck this!”

Again with the yelling. Poor Blue was going to be scared with all the yelling

“So we can’t sit down and discuss this?”

“As Blades of Marmora, hunters of unwanted trash, our sworn duty is to destroy beasts like you! The holiest hunters of the Vatican, your blood will stain our blades!”

“My what now?”

“We saw your fridge of blood!”

Lance was starting to feel second hand embarrassment for Keith. He took stupid to a whole other level. He had the disadvantage when it came to the house layout, he had the disadvantage of being human, and he had the disadvantage of thinking with his anger and not his head

“Hurrah. I get blood packs from Platt”

Keith let out an angry snarl, lip raised... as if that could possibly be threatening?

“I’m going to kill you, before you take more victims!”

Keith threw himself towards Lance, twin blades sliding from his from his suit into his hands, silver glinting as Keith’s hands wrapped around the handles

“Whoa! Man, wait!”

Leaping back, Lance leapt too far, snacking his back hard against the hallway wall

“Scum sucker!”

“Time out!”

“Die!”

Lance had time to think “Oh, shit!”, as he ducked and rolled, wincing as the blades were embedded into the plasterboard wall

“Dude! My house!”

Leaping backwards into the living room, Shiro seemed pretty damn content watching Keith attempt to murder him

“Shut up!”

“Or we could talk?”

Keith snarled at him again, Lance really didn’t want to hurt the idiot. He was human... with a flick of Lance’s wrist he could snap Keith’s neck by accident. Holding his hands up, he backed up

“Would you just calm down before you destroy more of my house?”

The backs of his legs hit something, Lance tripping backwards like a moron

“Whaaaa...!”

Keith lunged forward, blades coming down at Lance’s face. With the most manliness of screams, Lance flinched at his impending death

“Keith!”

Called by the man formally known as his brother, Shiro, Keith paused. Lance laying there like a moron

“Let me do this!”

“Wait a second, he’s not fighting back”

“Because he knows it’s pointless!”

Well, if it was that pointless, Keith didn’t need his blades. Wrapping his hands around the blade, he pulled both from him Keith’s grip, throwing them blindly behind him

“Excuse me, I am right here! Why...”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!”

Dumb with anger, Keith swung at his face, hitting him fairly in his open mouth.

Lance didn’t know who was more horrified. Him for being punched in the mouth, or Keith who’d cut his damn hand on Lance’s fangs. As the blood on his teeth touched his tongue, Lance’s eyes widened in horror. He’d never... he’d never drank from a human before... he... it was... so fresh... and... god, what was that fucking awful after taste?

“What the fuck?! He bit me!”

“Me?! You punched me in the mouth!”

And chipped his goddamn tooth by the feel of it. Stumbling back, Keith fell back onto his arse, hand clamped around the wrist of his bleeding left hand. Shiro rushed to his brother

“Keith! Hold on, you’re going to be okay”

“He bit me! I can’t... I can’t turn... I can’t be one of those”

“You’re going to be okay...”

Panicked enough to vomit, Keith threw up next to himself

“I don’t feel too well”

“Keith!”

Keith’s eyes rolled back, Lance spitting out the blood in his mouth in disgust

“Yuck. What the hell is that?!”

God... it tasted... like metal? But not the taste of blood... it was like he’d sucked on a fishing weight, his nose firmly wrinkled in disgust

“What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! He punched me in the mouth”

Tapping Keith’s face, Shiro tried to rouse his brother... that wasn’t his brother...?

“Keith? Keith, come on, it’s Shiro...”

So this wasn’t an act? Keith wasn’t faking everything to lure him close?

“Is... is he okay?”

“Does he fucking look okay?”

Shiro was panicked. Ripping his mask off, the man’s face was ashen. For fuck’s sake

“Take his mask off properly, let him get some air”

Shiro did as Lance said, Lance cautiously climbing off the ruins of his coffee table and edging closer. With the mask off, he could smell sickness on Keith

“Somethings wrong with him”

“You fucking bit him!”

It was hardly Lance’s fault that the Vatican couldn’t design a suit that withstood his teeth

“No... wait, his blood tasted strange. What breed is he?”

“What do you mean, “what breed?”, he’s human!”

“If he’s human, his blood wouldn’t have tasted like shit”

Shiro let out a groan, Lance shying back as Shiro started rifling through Keith’s pockets before drawing out a spent syringe

“That idiot!”

“What? What is it?”

“Silver concentrate... with mercury. He must have injected himself”

What a fucking tool. Normal, smart, people didn’t go around injecting themselves with silver! Let alone fucking mercury! The idiot had gone and poisoned himself

“Well do something!”

“I can’t! It’s in his bloodstream!”

Holy fucking shit. Nope. No way. He wasn’t having a damn hunter die in his living room

“Get out the way”

“Wha-...”

“Jesus Christ, fucking move”

Taking just a smidge or revenge, Lance tore Keith’s suit open, looking for the damn injection point. Shiro’s fingers moved to his own blade, at which Lance cast him a very disappointed look. He was obviously about to do something very goddamn stupid for sake of this dumbarse dead beat. Letting his eyes roam Keith’s body, he found the pinprick on his neck, able to see the slight amount of residue built up around the marking

“Go get me a bucket!”

“What?”

“Or a bowl! Just hurry up!”

Shiro scampered off, Lance closing his eyes and saying a prayer. He’d never fed off a living human before, and thanks to Keith, he was going to for the first time in 36 years. 44 years if he was being technical. Shit. He was nervous as hell. The one taboo he’d never broken. For this... Lance’s stomach clenched, he’d been nervous about plenty of things, but this was whole other level nerves. Every cruel thing ever directed at him for being what he was... but Keith had gone and poisoned himself. Cringing, Lance sank his teeth into Keith’s neck, the taste in his mouth was rancid, he wanted to throw it back up and his damn mouth felt tingly. Pulling back, cheeks bludging, Lance tried not to spit out the disgusting sludge in his mouth. When Shiro finally came running back in, Lance ended up spitting blood all over him and not the bowl

“You drank his blood?!”

Ignoring Shiro, Lance forced himself to bite back into Keith’s neck, he couldn’t take another mouthful after this, his mouth would burn and blister, opening sores. Drinking quickly, he pulled back, spitting into the bowl this time

“What are you doing?!”

Letting himself drop back onto his arse, Lance wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His body didn’t know what to do. Blood was supposed to be good... it was good. It was fresh... soooo fucking fresh... but revolting... and the way Keith’s flesh slid up his teeth... Clenching his fists, Lance forced a breath down to calm himself down, before spitting again. Yuck

“What did you do to my brother?!”

Shiro sounded like the worlds most disappointed father. No wonder Keith was such an arsehole, that tone went right through Lance’s heart. Being punched in the face would be kinder

“I sucked out what I could... I think I did it right... I’ve never... I’ve never even drunk from a human before in my life... I couldn’t... he... he could have died... why couldn’t we talk?”

Shiro’s expression shifted to something Lance couldn’t read... No, more like he didn’t want to read the surprise and pain all over Shiro’s face at his shocked babbling

“You...”

Lance was getting teary now, disgusted with himself. He was covered in Keith’s blood. Human blood...

“Take him to the bedroom, use whatever you need... I... can’t do this”

#vld au #klance #vampire Lance #mpreg #mentions in the future #ashrathe rose #on ao3

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Internship Chapter 23: Day 20 - Amity

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After the eventful day at the construction coven, Amity made plans to come visit Luz at the Owl House on Saturday. Luz had somehow convinced Eda to show them some magic, since she had been on the potions track at Hexside. According to Luz, she loved to show off and had been eager to accept.

This led to Amity walking on a cloudy Saturday morning to the Owl House. She was very interested in learning about potions, but not so excited about seeing the house demon that possessed the building. Almost everything about it was obnoxious.

But even as it called out a cheery “Hooty hoot!” greeting, Amity didn’t regret coming.

The demon let her inside when she said she was there to see Luz, which was lucky because she already felt like punching it. The inside of the house looked the same as she remembered it, with candles lining the room and familiar furniture.

One big difference though was the presence of Lilith. She was sitting on the couch, looking over some kind of magazine. She had a new grey streak in her hair; Luz told Amity it was an effect of the spell she cast to save Eda. Amity hadn’t spoken to her in some time, perhaps since the Covention? Lilith used to train her, but they weren’t particularly close.

That didn’t stop this from being awkward.

Lilith glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a flicker of surprise appearing briefly on her face. “Hello, Amity.” She greeted her politely.

“Hi.” Amity wasn’t sure what to say to her. She knew she was living here now, but even before when they had the Emperor’s Coven in common they hadn’t had much to say to each other. “It’s good to see you.” Was what she settled on, wincing internally at how stiff that sounded.

Luckily, Luz always had great timing.

“Hey Amity!” She poked her head in from the other room, which Amity thought was the kitchen. “We’re in here.” Luz waved her over, blissfully saving her from having to talk more with Lilith.

“Thanks for inviting me.” Amity said as she walked to join Luz.

Luz flopped her hand in an exaggerated dismissive motion. “Anytime.”

When Amity entered the kitchen, she glanced around. It looked like a pretty normal kitchen, nothing too outrageous. Eda was already there, leaning on one of the counters. King sat on the countertop next to her, chewing on a small object.

“Oh good, the whole party’s here now.” Eda said in a dry tone. She was so different from her sister; it was always confusing to Amity that they could be related.

Luz gave an enthusiastic thumb up. “That’s right! Are you ready to show us how to make a potion?”

“You were serious about that?” Eda grimaced, crossing her arms. “Wouldn’t you rather learn about bad girl coven magic?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“What’s that?” Amity asked; she had never heard of the bad girl coven. It sounded fake.

Eda pointed one thumb at her own chest. “Only the best coven on the Boiling Isles, founded by yours truly.” Oh, so just covenless witches then.

“No thanks.” Luz cut her off flatly. “But we really want to learn about the Potions Coven!”

“I could show them instead.” A familiar voice came from behind the group, echoing from the doorway. Amity turned to see Lilith there, a smirk on her face. “I was in the potions track too, you know.”

“No no, I’ve got this.” Eda scoffed, moving to grab a pot for the potion.

Lilith chuckled, still looking smug. “If you say so. I’ll be in the other room if you need me.” She waved over her shoulder, then vanished back to the main room of the house.

Eda sneered after her, before continuing to prepare. “What kind of potion do you want?” She asked, looking between Luz and Amity. “A love potion?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously, with a smirk appearing not dissimilar from her sister’s.

Amity thought her heart could stop at that suggestion. Her face immediately warmed, even more so when Eda raised an eyebrow at her.

“Hmm, that would be hard to test.” Luz seemed unbothered by the suggestion, and didn’t seem to have noticed Amity’s flustered state.

Eda rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, how about item duplication then?”

“Perfect!” Luz’s eyes lit up as she nodded. Amity tried to calm herself back down and to keep Luz from noticing.

With the potion choice settled, Eda picked a pot to make it in. “Always choose the right pot for the potion.” She said as she settled on a medium size one. She finally seemed to be taking this whole giving instruction thing seriously. “Too small and it’ll overflow, too big and the ingredients won’t blend properly.”

“Oh yeah, I learned about that in class.” Luz commented, moving to look into the empty pot.

“The pot material can be important too, but not for every potion.” Eda went to the pantry and started to take out ingredients. “The one we’re making today is tame, but some will eat straight through unprotected metal.” That was kind of a scary prospect.

Eda walked away from the pantry with an arm full of vials, stopping in front of the counter. “King, you gotta move.” She gestured at him with her free hand.

“But I’m sitting here.” He took the small object out of his mouth to protest. Now Amity could see that it was a small yellow duck.

Eda glared down at him. “I need the space, so get lost.”

King stood up on his tiny back paws slowly, putting the duck back in his mouth. He squeaked grumpily as he jumped off the counter, headed to the main room of the house.

Eda was now able to put down the vials, which she did with gusto. “Always measure the ingredients carefully.” She said, as if she hadn’t paused in the instructions, while picking up a vial to add it to the pot. “Don’t add heat until you’re supposed to, that’s how things explode.” She winked at the end, drawing a laugh from Luz.

“Are you not using a recipe?” Amity asked as Eda added another ingredient to the pot.

“Got this one memorized.” Eda replied, not looking away from her potion. “When you make it enough times, it becomes habit.” If it were Amity, she would probably still have the recipe out for reference.

“Do you know what they do at the Potions Coven?” Luz asked, causing Eda to pause mid pour.

“Not a thing.” She admitted, before continuing to dump an ingredient in. She grimaced, as if the next words were hard to say. “Lily might be able to tell you more about that.”

“Oh?” Again, from the door, Lilith’s voice rang out. “What was that Edalyn, I didn’t hear you.”

“Just ask her.” Eda addressed the kids. She turned on the burner on the stove and put her pot onto it. “I’ll just keep making this potion, abandoned, alone.”

Lilith entered the room fully, coming to stand near them. “You asked about the Potion Coven?” She asked Luz, likely wanting to make sure she heard right.

“That’s right!” Luz responded.

“We’ve been learning about different covens.” Amity explained, drawing Lilith’s gaze to her sharply. She could feel the question, what happened to the Emperor’s Coven, in those eyes. But Lilith didn’t ask it.

“The potions coven provides facilities and licenses to coven members.” Lilith said, shifting her gaze over to Luz. “They also get discounts on materials.”

“Does the coven itself sell potions?” Luz looked thoughtful as she asked.

Lilith shook her head, “No, individual members are responsible for that.”

Luz hit the bottom of one fist into her hand. “So Eda has a similar job then, she sells her own potions too!” Amity hadn’t thought about it like that; she always associated Eda with being as far from coven life as she could. Even Eda looked surprised at the assertion.

“I suppose so.” Lilith seemed to be rolling the idea around in her mind. “She does sell potions, though not as high quality as the coven requires.”

“Well excuse me for not meeting your nonsense standards.” Eda scowled down at her potion, motioning to again shoo Lilith away with one hand. Her sister didn’t move.

Eda had been adding more ingredients through the conversation, occasionally stirring the pot. “The potion is almost done.” She declared, lifting one hand over it. “Here’s the most important step.” She drew a small spell circle over it, slowly. It looked painful for her to do. Luz had also told Amity that most of Eda’s magic was gone, but it still felt strange to see it herself. “Without the spell it’s just slime.”

She picked up an empty bottle, dipping it into the potion. When it made contact, it duplicated. Eda brought both the original and copy out to show Luz and Amity.

“You need to make sure to use a duplication proof bottle for this type of spell.” Eda put aside the original and set the new bottle where she could fill it. “Like something that’s already a duplication. It only works on inanimate objects.” She then lifted the pot and tilted the potion into it, filling the bottle to the top. She then put a cork in the top and smacked a label on it, marking it with her brand. She held it out to Luz, who accepted it.

“The second part of the job, the harder part in my opinion, is actually selling the things.” Eda continued speaking, picking up where Lilith had left off in talking about the job of potion making. “Not gonna lie, Luz has gotten pretty good at it.” Amity was impressed by that.

“Oh, yeah!” Luz grinned, setting the potion down on the table. “I sell potions for Eda all the time.”

“In the market?” Amity asked.

“Yeah, and I go door to door.” Luz looked up like she was remembering something. “It’s fun, trying to figure out what’s the best potion for a customer.”

It made sense that Luz would be good at that; if she could hold a conversation with Amity then she could talk with just about anybody. Amity, on the other hand would be better at making potions than selling them. The idea struck her that if she and Luz went into business together, they’d probably be very good at the job if they split up the work.

Amity couldn’t imagine dedicating her whole life to it, but it was an interesting path.

“You don’t need the coven though.” Eda put one hand on her hip. “It’s all cons and no pros.”

“I disagree.” Lilith cut back in to the conversation. “The coven provides stability and resources. Also being covenless is illegal, which I’m sure you know well, Edalyn.”

“Aren’t you covenless now too, Lily?”

“Touché.” Lilith muttered and looked down towards the ground. Amity felt out of place, like she was watching something she shouldn’t see. She was reminded of when her siblings fought.

Eda was smirking as she turned back to Luz. “You can keep that.” She gestured at the potion on the table, turning the topic back to potion making.

“Thanks Eda!” Luz picked it back up, scrutinizing it once again. “What should we duplicate first?” She turned to Amity with the question.

The answer came easily. “Azura books.”

“Yes.” Luz replied simply, eyes bright with excitement. “I have mine upstairs, let’s do it.”

Amity followed after her, but not before thanking Eda for showing them how the make the potion. She replied that it was no problem, and she should follow Luz before the girl duplicated everything upstairs.

Both Lillith and Eda watched her go.

Upstairs, Amity and Luz chose the first Azura book as their target. The potion did indeed duplicate it, just as expected.

Next Chapter

#the owl house #the owl house fanfiction #luz noceda #amity blight #edalyn clawthorne #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #i like this chapter

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warnings: Joshua is a crap dad. cursing

TAPE FOUR

It’s twins’ birthday. Have they changed the wallpaper yet? Who knows, we’re in the living room. Everybody’s very excited. They turn five which means a very important year for the coven… but to them, this world is all important and unbelievably worth exploring. Kids this little don’t understand responsibility or duty yet, all they know is each other, food, mother’s voice, and funny moving pictures on the screen. There are many people in the room, again, all basking them in attention. So many pairs of expecting eyes turned to them, observing their every move like vultures, feeding on their confusion, and consuming the energy from their puffy pink and dark blue ribbons and dresses, questioning, discussing, pondering. Kai has his little arms around his sister, pressing quick fake kisses on her face just like mama and papa do. Josette is busy trying to pull the tablecloth from under all the dishes. It’s evening, and the kids finally sit still: everybody’s happy that hyperactive Malachai found solace in examining how strong Josette’s bones are. It’s like they know. It’s like they know about the merge, and they look at each other and consider which one of them will go down. But of course not, in reality they were probably thinking, why does it smell so funny and why is Aunt Aileen crying non-stop? Her facial features are twisted, that indicates she’s sad. Why is everybody else laughing then? However… you know what, I’m not sure they were even thinking that. I have very little knowledge of what the kids think about because I myself was never one.

Anyway, then we can see a big gap, and the picture changes. It’s present time – the best time of the day! Kai’s on his father’s, the coven leader’s, lap, Jo is sitting with her mum. All the chatter, laughter, glass sounds, and the big and small boxes float above the table. Parents unwrap the presents and announce: a toy! A dress! Josette gets about four or five dresses and Kai gets none. But he does get a pair of silk pants, a book of spells – his first – and even a dead bird. A DEAD BIRD! That’s one of the best presents you can get being a witch. You take the beak and use it in making potions… the feathers go on dream catchers, eyes – for blinding spells, and legs can be edible…

Okay, I’m pulling your leg, no witch really needs a dead bird, even a raven – it’s gross. Kaylo Perkins is just old and insane. He’s a slave of old religion and a big Satan fan. Dead bird goes into the bin right after the dinner, and Malachai screams properly about it, for like twenty minutes, because he enjoyed it.

They both get golden chains with the symbol of Gemini coven, and sets of toys. Josette gets her books on how to be a good girl (spoiler alert: she’ll never be). Malachai gets a mirror in silver frame from his mother – she talks to dead people through it. And a ring from his father that Joshua takes off his finger right then, and puts it on the chain. Everybody cheers. The favoritism in this family is so obvious you can write your messages in the sky.

“Say thank you!” Martha smiles to her children. Kai and Jo say ‘tha-ank you’ in unison and everybody goes ahh.

TAPE FIVE

We’re again in the Parker living room, like it’s a cheap sitcom with only limited amount of locations. You can hear somebody crying somewhere upstairs, but it’s more like a childish whine, the ‘he stole my teddy bear’ type. You know, if they only took Kai to a normal human doctor, that would all be so much easier, and they would tell them, well, there’s something wrong with this kid for sure. Joshua knows that already, but the mama Parker gave birth to this boy and she refuses to label him anything but genius, because he’s also so good-looking. Kai’s sitting on the couch and by the looks of it he’s around six or seven and he’s glued to the screen of a little television that’s in front of him.

“Kai, say what you’ve done”, a voice tells him behind the camera. We can also see Martha Parker walking slowly on the background, and she’s heavily pregnant.

Kai doesn’t react. His eyes don’t move and it’s like he doesn’t even breathe. When this boy isn’t watching TV, he’s talking about all the heroes and characters that he saw in the movies.

“Kai, what have you done?”

This is not his father’s voice; it belongs to a teenage girl we don’t know. Who is she?

“Ka-a-ai”, she utters. Her voice is annoying. The boy is sitting on the couch and watching TV, as if not seeing her. His face changes though: he hears something. In a second, we will hear it too.

Papa Parker rushes down the stairs so quick it looks like a flash. The camera shudders, the camera person takes a step back and bumps into something, gasping in pain. The picture is there, though. It’s like looking at a car crash.

Joshua’s face is twisted with anger, his eyes are black like blueberries. He runs to the couch where his son is sitting so fast you can’t really cope. Little Kai stands on the pillows, trying not to be caught off guards…

“You little monster!” Joshua groans as he grabs the boy by his shoulders and lifts him in the air.

Martha runs to them from the background. The living room is full of noise now. Kai is yelling.

“Dad, no, please!”

“Joshua, let him go!”

“He’s been draining her again!”

“Dad, I didn’t mean it! Please!” Kai is screaming in pain as his father is shaking him, then crashes him back down on the sofa pillows again. Martha keeps one hand on her big belly as she tries to pull her husband away. The tragedy is imminent at this point, and the girl holding the big camera whimpers really quietly, not sure what to do. The couch armset covers Malachai, but we can see his little arms fighting his father as he nearly chokes the kid. Way to go, coven leader! You gotta do what you gotta do. When a concerned parent brings their child to a doctor – not back then, of course, but now, when we do have technology to tell – the doc might say terrible things. Like, well, your child is definitely not okay. He wets his bed although he is old enough to understand, and he kicked Clementine in her stomach seeing that the dog is pregnant. It’s like… he’s projecting? Imagine the doctors in the late 70s saying shit like that. No, back then you didn’t go to a doctor for advice when your kid started acting out, breaking plates and keeping silent or screaming for fifty minutes straight. You better lay him down on the couch and give him a good beating so that he remembers he can’t assault his sister and watch TV all night long, and keep all the knives under his bed. Mama needs the knives to cook food. You take your darn kid by the neck and put him in the closet, make him the closet boy. Nevermind his wailing, and pleading, and crying, snot coming out of his nose and tears wetting the collar of shirt; he can’t do nothing, he’s not a witch! He doesn’t have any powers, little useless shit. There was so much hope on Malachai, they all relied on him to be the future leader, looking all like his dad, tall and pretty. With his wits and quick fingers, they imagined he’d beat Jo in the merge and become the good Gemini leader. But it seems he just doesn’t have it in him, and he’s so wicked because of that. All whiney, angry and sad. And this thing that he does! Look now, he’s about to do it with his own mama!

As Martha wrestles furious Joshua away, eyes like coals, nostrils flaring like a bull’s, the woman catches Kai by his hand, though he never stops wailing like a siren. One of his little hands covers his left eye – I wonder why? He’s crying as Martha pulls him from the couch and drags him towards the stairs.

“Go into your room and stay there”, she’s trying to outcry him, but it’s almost in vain.

“No, it’s dark! It’s dark, mum, I don’t want to be in my room, please!”

“Go into your room!” thunders Joshua. Kai’s shoulders shudders and he does it. Martha suddenly cries out, a look of shock on her face, and then kneels down on the floor as Kai keeps screaming. Joshua rushes to them and breaks their clutch, pushing the boy away. He nearly falls but manages to stay on his feet. His hand is still opened, he catches the air and breathes in deeply, his face slightly pinker, slightly more open, lighter. His eyes become a little more peaceful. As Joshua crutches over his very, very pregnant wife, he realizes: as soon as the father looks up, he’s fucked. So Kai runs away under the stairs and down into the basement. As if it’s not dark enough.

Phew! Disaster avoided. Josette is still crying upstairs. Camera is still rolling, the girl behind it breathing heavily. Well, that’s awkward.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #gemini coven #vampire diaries #legacies #imagine #parker #witches

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mythvoiced · 4 years

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Roro and Fefe ♡

— ultimate ship meme! | @enchcntd

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - Well, considering the kinds of beings they are, my bet is on they’ll probably survive the both of us and a bunch of our respective eventual maybe kids and still be together and have a few years to go

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I always struggle with this one, it’s difficult to pinpoint a time or a moment, but I guess it did happen across a few weeks, if not even months of them first growing used to each other?

How was their first kiss? - Heated, and I don’t know if either remembers it over the ones that had followed

Wedding:

Who proposed? - No one lmao

Who is the best man/men? - Well, no marriage/wedding might have happened, but Infaustus would have snatched this role up faster than you could say ‘wig!’. Or, more accurately, he’d beg Felix to consider him

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - N/A

Who did the most planning? - N/A

Who stressed the most? - N/A

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - DR MALETTO

Sex:

Who is on top? - Felix, would you please step forward? Yes, okay, good, now, please, if you’d be so kind to point at Roman’s face-

Who is the one to instigate things? - Felix may or may not be just a tad hypersexual and, independently from that, really into Roman, so I can imagine that, while it’s a photo-finish, this one goes to him

How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Well, I’d say… long enough? Felix is… well they’re both, you know… resilient creatures- the stamina-

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Absolutely, I would say. They’re not too far away from having some sort of dom/sub situation going on, if I had to be honest, and Roman seems to be more of a pleaser than a receiver, but Felix’ll be damned if he doesn’t give as much as he receives

How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None

How many children will they adopt? - Also none, I’d say. Neither seems particularly fond of the prospect of parenthood and Felix is absolutely not ready for that kind of responsibility, god knows if he’ll ever be, homeboy can barely look after himse-

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - N/A

Who is the stricter parent? - Rom- N/A

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ro- N/A

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - R- N/A, listen I did say Felix isn’-

Who is the more loved parent? - N/A

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - N/A

Who cried the most at graduation? - N/A

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - BOTH

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - I think they’re both rather fond of neither doing it, amiright- they just order in

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Felix has the worst sweet tooth ever let loose onto the multiverse’s bakeries, he’d live on pastries alone and… probably actually does, most likely, if it wasn’t for Roman who might rather eat other things too, he’d deadas-

Who does the grocery shopping? - I can see Roman doing it because… they’re always at ‘his’ place, anyway. Not that Felix has any place to speak of, but-

How often do they bake desserts? - They should staRT DOING SO

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Probably meat lovers?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - It’s difficult to keep time for Felix, he’s completely and utterly lost all sense of connection to the concept of time, so it wouldn’t be him to even notice. And Roman doesn’t seem the type? He seems the type to surprise, though, but, like, on a whim

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Felix, I feel? Roman spends his time chasing covens and burning them to the ground, I can imagine he’d rather chill out in bed for as long as he can. Felix, on the other hand, does like to go out every now and then

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Felix

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Who needs to have a clean room when you barely have any personal belongings to begin with, not to mention are blind, amiright, AMIRI-

Who is really against chores? - Felix is a lazy bastard

Who cleans up after the pets? - N/A

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Felix is a laz- no, when he actually sets to cleaning up, he does it at the tempo of an unmotivated snail, but he does it properly. Kisses are good motivators. And praises. Lots and lots of ‘that’s my boy’-

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Whomst? The only guest they’d have is Infaustus, and the fella always shows up unannounced

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Felix, he wouldn’t let Roman live it down for ages because he got way too excited about it. Not that he has any use or need for it, so it went to Roman in the end. And on a separate occasion, Roman found one and Felix, cleaning half a metre off to the side, pouted for three years

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Both, baths for Roman’s tired bones, and because Felix’s second love is bubble baths

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Infaustus can walk himse-

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Never, who has the time? Although, maybe they’d set up a candle or two… For Felix to stare at and smile when he admires the way Roman looks in that light.

What are their goals for the relationship? - To get to keep it

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - There’s this guy I know, his name is Felix, and he’s a lazy bas- Maybe both? They don’t really have anyone expecting them to be somewhere at a set time, right?

Who plays the most pranks? - F-

#enchcntd #infinity at my feet and all i want is you;felix & roman #it's been five months but worth it amiright??? right???? <.<#<w<#a:

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shellyrper-walrus · 6 years

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“A surprise?”

As soon as the word had left Hanji’s lips, Angel’s eyes had lit up. Truthfully, she hadn’t been paying much attention at first - the scientist had a tendency to go on and most of the time Angel just zoned out, waiting for some actual point to the conversation to fling out and ping her in the face. A lot of the time it wasn’t even a good point; or rather, it often wasn’t a point the monarch cared much about. Thankfully, today was different.

“Yes, your majesty!” Hanji confirmed with a nod, grinning wide. “A birthday surprise, just for you!”

Angel’s full attention had finally been grasped. She too was smiling now, a little bounce in her step as she turned to face Hanji properly.

“Do you have it with you?” she asked.

The scientist shook her head. “Rather impossible, your majesty.”

“Impossible?” Angel narrowed her eyes, tapping her bottom lip with a finger. “So it’s something big. You’re not gonna make me guess, are you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I definitely don’t fucking want you to.”

That made Hanji chuckle as she held out a hand, waiting for Angel to grasp it before she walked off, leading her to a different part of the mansion entirely.

The whole house was bustling now - the sun had barely risen and yet most everyone was awake, at least amongst the inhabitants that actually had to sleep. Those that didn’t, namely the royal children themselves, had been working for even longer. Decorations were strewn all about and came in all shapes and sizes, though even Angel had to admit that they were excessively red. The ballroom in particular was a violent scarlet hue, attacking her eyes from the mere glimpse she’d seen of it, and part of her wondered whether it might be wise to start adding a secondary colour to her aesthetic. She could already hear Prospero chanting “purple” in the back of her mind, making her snigger a little even as Hanji kept talking.

“--and so that’s when I...” The scientist trailed off, turning her head back to look at her queen. “Are you listening, your majesty?”

Angel, who’d been busy waving at Archie as he wished her a happy birthday, suddenly snapped her head back. “What? Yeah, sure. Something ‘bout, uh...”

“Transportation.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, betraying how little attention she’d been paying, but she gave a small nod regardless. “Just what I was gonna say. We’re not going somewhere fucking crazy, are we?”

Hanji shrugged before giving another of her slightly manic chuckles. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“It’s a surprise!”

Though Angel had been excited at first, now she was starting to get annoyed. “Would you just tell me what it fucking is?”

The snapping barely made the scientist jolt - she was used to it by now, living in this house - but she still adjusted her tone to accommodate. “I’m sure you’re aware of Perdita’s... concerns.”

“Concerns?”

Hanji sighed a little. “I hadn’t wanted to bring it up on your birthday, but... she wants you to spend much more time on Sesharrim than you have been. She says you need to be more hands on if you’re serious about being queen.”

“Oh, that,” Angel said, her face contorting as she stuck out her tongue. “She doesn’t half nag sometimes. Yeah, I told her I’d go when shit’s less... busy. It takes a fucking age to get there for starters and she always wants me to stay for bollocking months. I ain’t staying there that fucking long! This Isle’s my project, I told her so. Does she know how many fucking coalition meetings I’d miss to shake hands with some poncy cunt that wants more funds for his stupid fucking town planning bullshit? I don’t see why they can’t just come the fuck here instead.”

“Well, your majesty, I think my latest invention might help with that!”

“Why? Is it something that’ll shut my cousin up?”

“Sounds somewhat tempting...” the scientist mused, getting distracted for a moment before shaking her head. “But no! What I’ve invented is a teleporter!”

Angel stopped entirely then. Hanji only noticed when the hand she was holding went taut and stopped her in her path.

“Is something wrong, your majesty?” she asked.

“A... teleporter?” the monarch started. “Like a real, actual... from place to place teleporter?” She paused, frowning slightly, remaining in perplexed silence whilst the scientist nodded in response. “I’m not fucking saying “Beam me up, Hanji!” or some stupid shit like that.”

Hanji tilted her head with a small confused smile on her lips. “There’s no... ‘beams’, your majesty. Should there have been?”

“No, it’s a--” Angel struggled to find a way to explain and shook her head as she sighed. “Never fucking mind. Are you going to show me this thing or not?”

“Ah!” the older of the two exclaimed, her beaming smile splitting her face in two once again. She pulled her queen off in the direction of the surprise as she suddenly burst into a torrent of excited speech. “This device has been a long time in the making, your majesty. I first conceptualised it many years ago, though it never really amounted to much. You see, pure science alone can’t do everything - in fact, I’d say this invention is almost directly inspired by you. Much as you harnessed the power of, uh...”

“Necromancy?”

“Yes, yes, that! Much as you used magic in your own scientific pursuits, I too began to consult the many magics of this land. You see, portals and the such have long since been a part of the infrastructure here. I hear the fey in particular are very fond of them though, as I’ve since discovered, more human-based species can also create them with a little help from spells and potions. I signed up for a few magic classes, slaved over books, asked around in the pub... I even participated in a coven meeting at one point. They had some rather... strange requests before I was allowed to attend but it was well worth it in the end. Ah, here we are!”

Suddenly Hanji stopped before a closed door, turning on her heel and pulling out a blindfold she’d been hiding in her pocket.

“Really?” Angel asked as a frown began to form on her face.

“Yes, really! You do want this to be a surprise, don’t you?”

Angel sighed. “Fine. You do realise I’ve seen Sesharrim before though, don’t you?”

The queen might not have been able to see Hanji now that thick fabric covered her eyes but she could certainly hear her laughing as she opened the door before her and carefully lead her inside. “Oh, your majesty, I’m afraid this teleporter doesn’t go to Sesharrim. This is the prototype - I had to test my device on somewhere much closer to home before simply jumping into intergalactic travel, I’m sure you understand.”

Angel’s frown only grew beneath her blindfold. “Then where the fuck does this go?”

“That’s the surprise!”

Hanji stood the monarch stock still inside the room before darting off, her shoes making distinct noises on the wooden floor as she flitted around pulling levers and flicking switches. There was a loud electric buzzing noise as something before the blinded queen burst into life, giving her a start that made her exclaim “Fucking hell!” with some ferocity. Only then did the scientist return and lightly grasp Angel’s shoulders, steering her in the direction of her birthday gift.

The sensation of passing through the teleporter was something the monarch couldn’t quite describe. It almost tingled, a little like the static buzz you could get off everyday objects, but at the same time it was almost nothing like it. There was something... refreshing about it, she supposed? Though maybe that was the stark coldness of their new location - it was indoors, but it clearly wasn’t heated. If she hadn’t known any better, she’d have thought she’d just stepped out of the back door on a chilly day.

With one swift tug, Hanji pulled the blindfold off of Angel’s face and all at once she forgot about what the teleporter might’ve felt like. A torrent of noise greeted her instead as, out of comparative silence, burst a sudden cry of “Happy Birthday!” from all around her. She had to blink as she took it all in; at first it was merely from the sudden brightness, but soon she was trying to force back the tears which had crept slowly into the corners of her eyes.

They were in her old home, many miles away on Mok’s Island--no, her island now--and before her was an endless crowd of her own children, all seeming to want to be at the front all at once. Their smiles were wider than Angel had seen them in years and, she noticed as she began to blubber more, many of them had started to cry too. The only person that didn’t quite belong was sat right in the middle, zombies trying to clamber over her shoulders to wave at their mother, but she didn’t seem to mind. At first, Angel almost hadn’t recognised Prospero - the others had clearly given her a makeover only they could’ve achieved. She was decked in leather her queen could never have imagined her wearing, looking scruffier than she’d ever seen her, and eyeliner ringed her eyes to an extent that made her resemble a panda. They’d even sprayed some colours in her hair, temporary Angel was sure, that seemed to glisten like a mismatched rainbow when she moved her head to laugh.

“Hanji wanted to show you this weeks ago,” she admitted. “But I’m afraid I insisted on giving it to you as a birthday present.”

Angel’s bottom lip wobbled as she tried to sniff her tears away. She couldn’t help but laugh too even as her crying got worse, wiping one of her eyes as she spoke. “Is it... permanent?”

Prospero nodded and all of Angel’s kids mimicked the movement. “You can all live together again,” she confirmed. “Just like you used to.”

A little sob escaped the monarch then before she suddenly darted forwards. Prospero tried to get to her feet to meet her outstretched arms but all it did was send them both hurtling to the ground when Angel collided, squeezing her tightly even through the harsh impact against the tiled flooring. Her queen was crying onto her chest but not because she was sad. The sight brought a smile to the commander’s lips and, as she stroked the younger girl’s hair, she pressed a soft peck to her temple.

“Well!” Hanji called from above them with a clap of her hands. “I don’t know how the teleporter’ll react if you all try to force your way through at once, so an attempt at decorum would be appreciated.”

“What’s a duh-floor-em?” shouted one of the kids back.

Hanji thought about the answer for a while before shrugging. “I’m not sure. You can take it to mean ‘go through in single file’ if you like.”

Predictably, the mess of zombies that followed did nothing of the sort. They all wanted to see their mother’s mansion before the others and as soon as possible - they were shouting and elbowing each other and a few of them even started a fight over what single file actually entailed. The scientist was doing her best in her attempts to organise them but it was as futile as she’d expected.

As the crowd around them began to dissipate, Angel and Prospero started to stir too. The smaller alien lifted her head first and then the rest of her body, unfolding her arms from where they’d been tucked around her subordinate. She placed a hand on either side of her, about to lift herself up properly, when she came to a sudden stop. She was supposed to be getting up and going, of course she was, but something about the commander’s piercing eyes made her just want to sink back down and stay there, at least for a few moments more. The thought brought warmth to her cheeks and, perhaps worst of all, Prospero had definitely noticed. Angel jolted then, scrambling to her feet in an attempt to act like nothing had happened. She thought she’d gotten away with it at first, even if her face had reddened, when a hand on her own stopped her.

“Come now, your majesty,” Prospero said softly, lowering her head so she could speak into her queen’s ear. The sounds of the chaos in the room almost seemed to ebb away then, shooed by the warmth breath that tickled Angel’s skin. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? There’s no need to resist doing the things you want to.”

The monarch’s eyes had widened even before she turned on her heel. As soon as Prospero was in her field of vision, she wasted no time in leaning further in, pressing her lips quite firmly to Angel’s own. They were soft, terribly soft, and the faint wafts of her flowery shampoo almost threatened to envelop her. Was this what people meant when they talked about how good girls smelt? Prospero certainly smelt good - far better than her queen would have ever expected a soldier to.

The kiss had barely begun before it was over. Prospero merely let it linger on Angel’s lips as she pulled back, the fainest lipstick stain at her mouth betraying her otherwise collected demeanour. It only became more obvious when she grinned and the crimson tones contrasted with her teeth. Her lips couldn’t rival her queen’s face, though - even Angel’s jacket struggled to be as red as she stuttered in the air, uncharacteristically lost for words. Prospero might’ve kissed her once before but she’d been prepared for that one! This one... This one was...!

“Happy birthday, your majesty,” the commander said with a voice that almost seemed to taunt her.

Angel didn’t have a response - she merely followed Prospero with her eyes when she moved to leave. She was concentrating on her face at first but, as she got further away, she felt them drift lower, tracing the way her leather makeover clung to her body. Had her subordinate always been this...? Well, this...? Her brows furrowed; she didn’t know what word to use but whatever word it was, she didn’t want to say it. That would only be admitting it and, if Angel was going to be anything on her birthday, that thing was stubborn.

#plot post #angel #angel: plot post

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musicprincess655 · 6 years

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Sometimes, in the craziness of preparing for an actual war, it almost seemed out of place to go to class. It felt like a waste of time to be learning about magic history when they could’ve been preparing to fight. Eijun usually only settled down when Takashima threatened to kick him out for fidgeting, or during combat magic class.

“Today, we’ll be working in pairs,” Kataoka told them. Eijun turned to Haruichi, already trying to figure out a way to convince him to leave Furuya for this class. Maybe if Haruichi said no, Toujou or Kanemaru would say yes. Kataoka continued, “And I want you to work with someone you’ve never worked with before.”

Eijun froze. He could see Haruichi’s eyes freeze too.

“An important skill in combat situations is the ability to work with anyone,” Kataoka said. “You might have a partner you work well with, but there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stay close to them. If you get separated, you need to be able to work with anyone, no matter what kind of magic they use. It’s especially important that you can work with someone you’re not naturally compatible with. If you can, I want witches to practice pairing with witches and familiars with familiars, since those are the worst matchups. Take a few minutes to find someone new to pair with, and try to come up with a strategy the two of you could use to defend yourselves.”

Haruichi stood with an apologetic glance at Eijun and Furuya.

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys after class?” he said, looking for someone they didn’t know. “See you later Eijun-kun, Furuya-kun.”

Eijun scanned the room. He was on speaking terms with almost everyone since most of them had been in class with him last year at some point. He was closest to the people who sat near him, but that also meant that he’d worked with them before when they’d done exercises like this in the past.

“Hey.” A girl with long brown hair and red eyes plopped down in front of his desk. “Wanna work together?”

“Uh…” Eijun said, trying to recover from how suddenly she’d appeared. “Osh!”

“Great!” she replied, crooked smile splitting her face. Eijun stood to follow her to an open space, waving goodbye to Furuya, who looked like a lost child waiting to be collected.

She was familiar. Eijun had had classes with her before, and he knew he’d seen her somewhere else, though he couldn’t place her. He couldn’t remember ever talking to her, though.

“I’m Hanasaki Katsuko,” she introduced herself. “You’re welcome to call me by my given name, everyone does.”

“Sawamura Eijun,” he said, nodding his head to her. “You can call me by my given name too.”

“Okay. Eijun. You’re a witch, right?”

“Yep.”

“What kind of attacks do you do? I haven’t seen the boys’ coven battle team practice this year.”

Eijun suddenly remembered why she seemed so familiar. Katsuko had been at the meeting with the girls’ team. He couldn’t remember what position she played, but it seemed like she recognized him.

“I’m not great at attacking people directly,” Eijun told her. “I’ve been working on my edges though.”

If anything, her smile got bigger.

“Kinda like what Nori does?”

“Kind of,” Eijun said. “It’s a little more aggressive. It’s the only way I can attack people at all.”

“I think I can work with that,” Katsuko said. “I’ve tried some stuff with Nori before, so it might be similar.”

“You have?”

“Our high school just had one coed team,” she said. “Usually the wingman doesn’t work with the ace, but we practiced pairing some.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Who have you been practicing your edges with?” Katsuko asked. “Familiar, another witch?”

“Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun said. “The edges were his idea, actually.”

“Have you worked with anyone besides your familiar?”

“Well, he’s not my familiar,” Eijun said, rubbing the back of his head. “We just live together. It’s easy to practice. But he’s the only one I’ve tried this with.”

“And you only tried attacking by yourself, with his support?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Try this,” she said, waving her hands around to show what she was talking about. “Do what you were doing with him. I wanna try something.”

Eijun closed his eyes to focus. He and Miyuki had worked on this for a week, and he’d finally gotten to the point where he could hold the edges steady and hardened by himself. He couldn’t really attack without support, though. Miyuki seemed pleased enough with the progress, but Eijun was just frustrated that he couldn’t do anything on his own.

“Okay, don’t freak out,” Katsuko said. “I’m gonna try…I guess playing along your edges is the best way to say it. Just hold yourself steady for me.”

Curious, Eijun tried to pay attention to what she was doing while obeying her command to hold himself steady. Her magic was a brilliant red color, brighter than her eyes. Somehow, it reminded him a little bit of Furuya’s. Maybe she was an elemental witch too.

He stopped paying attention when he felt a flash of heat across his edges. Katsuko’s yelp made him open his eyes. She was frantically using a spell to extinguish the flames that had burned into the floor around them.

“Sawamura, Hanasaki,” Kataoka said. Katsuko looked up sheepishly, but something about Kataoka’s face let Eijun know they weren’t in trouble. “Try to keep the destruction to a minimum.”

“Sorry coach,” Katsuko apologized. “I didn’t expect it to work that well on the first try.”

“It worked well?” Eijun asked.

“Didn’t you feel it?” Katsuko asked. “We managed to pair our magic up on the first try. That’s why there was more fire than I expected. It’s really hard for witches to do that at first.”

So she was an elemental witch, and she used fire just like Furuya did. Eijun tried to imagine Furuya playing wingman, and couldn’t. Furuya would hate running that much.

“I paired up with a witch on my first try when I was learning to use magic,” Eijun told her, cringing a little at how stupid he’d been last year. He really hadn’t known anything. “We didn’t do anything like this, but we got our magic to pair up.”

“Interesting.”

“Is that weird?”

Katsuko shrugged.

“Sometimes people are just naturally good at teamwork,” she said. “I’m not, at least not when it comes to witches. I’m better at pairing with fae because I spent so much time practicing with Nori. Maybe you’re just naturally good at it. Usually familiars are the ones like that, but sometimes witches are too.”

“Maybe.” He didn’t really understand, but it felt like she was praising him. He puffed up in response to it. “I must be great at it!”

That made Katsuko laugh.

“No wonder Kazuya likes you so much,” she said. “He prefers people with good control because it’s easier to get them to do what he wants.”

“You know Miyuki?”

“We’re not best friends, but yeah, I know him,” Katsuko said. “I know the third years on your team better than the people our age because I hang out with Nori.”

“He likes me?”

“Would he have agreed to live with you if he didn’t?”

She had a fair point.

“I’m guessing you haven’t tried anything except attacking while Kazuya keeps you from losing control, right?”

“You could tell?”

“I surprised you when I tried to use my magic along the edge you made for me,” Katsuko explained. “If you’d tried that before, it wouldn’t have surprised you so much. Did you just start figuring out how to use this?”

“Kind of.”

“Keep working at it,” she advised. “You could have something special here with some work. Especially if you try this with Kazuya. He has a talent for curses and hexes. I’d love to see what happens if he can spread those out over a bigger area.”

“He’s good at curses?” Eijun had never realized that. Now that he thought about it, though, he’d never really noticed what kind of magic Miyuki used.

“And hexes,” Katsuko agreed. “Not usually useful in a combat situation since they’re not as immediately aggressive as true combat spells, but if he could amp them up through your edges and spread them out…”

“He could take out a lot of people at once,” Eijun finished the thought for her. They’d learned about hexes in Takashima’s class last year. They could be nasty, and the one saving grace was they were hard to aim at more than one person at once.

“You just have to learn how to work with a familiar properly,” Katsuko told him. “Everyone thinks they’re just good for controlling and amplifying magic, but that’s not all they can do. Really partnering with a familiar is all about melding your magic together in a way that makes you both stronger for it.”

“You know a lot about it.”

“My dad’s a familiar,” she said. “Obviously I take after my mom, but half my brothers are familiars like my dad. I know how familiar magic works, even if I’m not always the best at working with it.”

“Is that how it always happens?” Eijun asked. “When a witch marries a familiar, their kids are one or the other?”

“I don’t think it��s happened enough for us to know for sure,” Katsuko said. “It’s really unusual for witches to marry familiars. My mom’s family really disapproved of her marrying my dad.”

“They did?” Katsuko’s eternal crooked grin grew sharp.

“She told them to come do something about it,” she said. “So far, they haven’t.”

Eijun got the feeling that being a witch wasn’t the only way Katsuko took after her mother.

“I do know that there are more records of children born to witches and fae,” Katsuko said. “Usually those are more of a mix than either-or like my brothers and I are.”

“Hanasaki, Sawamura!” Kataoka called to them. “If you have time to talk, you have time to work!”

“Yes coach!”

Eijun spent the rest of the day thinking about how it felt to have Katsuko’s magic paired with his. It had felt like he could attack again. If he could do that with Miyuki…

“You’re quiet, for once.” A chin dropped on his shoulder. Since Miyuki couldn’t as easily throw his arm over Eijun’s shoulder, he’d taken up this habit instead. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“I want to try something,” Eijun said. “We’re doing individual practice today, right?”

“Yeah. What are you thinking?”

“We practiced pairing with new people earlier,” Eijun told him. “The girl I was with gave me an idea. Katsuko said it would work with you too.”

“You met Nori’s girlfriend?” Miyuki asked. “I guess she’s a practical magic major too. I’m surprised you haven’t run into her yet, actually, she hangs out with us all the time.”

“She’s Nori’s girlfriend?!”

“You didn’t know? She picks him up from practice all the time.”

There was another reason Eijun should have realized Katsuko looked familiar. He’d seen her after practice before. Talking to Nori. He didn’t understand why something in his chest relaxed from knowing she was dating Nori, but he was more focused on the annoying guy hanging off his shoulder.

“You didn’t realize at all, did you?” Miyuki cackled. “How are you still alive? You don’t pay attention to anything!”

“Shut up!” Eijun snapped. “It’s not my business who Nori-senpai dates.”

“Why does he get a senpai?”

“Because you don’t deserve one!”

“Hey,” Miyuki said, looking serious so soon after laughing. “What did she say?”

“That you can play along my edges instead of just supporting me,” Eijun told him. “I tried it with her and it went pretty well.”

Miyuki’s eyes widened.

“It worked?”

“Yes?” Eijun felt kind of offended at Miyuki’s tone of surprise.

“I wasn’t sure it would yet,” Miyuki said. “I thought you needed more practice on your own before you could do this. Still, if Katsuko got it to work…she’s one of the smartest people I know. If she thinks you can do it, I believe her. I didn’t think she was good at pairing with other witches.”

“She said she wasn’t,” Eijun said. “It worked fine for us, though.”

“You really do keep surprising me,” Miyuki said. “Fine. Let’s see how well this can handle hexes. Elemental magic isn’t always easy to control, but it is straightforward. Hexes are trickier. I expect you to do everything I ask of you.”

“Slave driver,” Eijun complained, but his heart rate was picking up. This was something he could do. Something he and Miyuki could do. He wasn’t going to be a burden anymore.

He could fight now, and he was going to keep working until no one would have to work harder to protect him.

#daiya no a #fydna #ace of diamond #miyusawa #misawa #dna #my writing #magic au #dyfam

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thetygre · 7 years

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Dark Souls Lore Ramblings #6

Well dang. That went off better than expected. Glad to see so many people still interested in my Dark Souls theories! So, @invokingbees got me thinking on this one, and I’ve kind of been itching to do it. Because if there’s any subject that needs more lore theory it’s:

The Dead

Out of all the Lords, Nito and the Death Soul are the most mysterious. I can’t even compare them to anything in Demon’s Souls. There were skeletons and undead in DeS, but they were clearly explained as being resurrected by demon magic. (Well, most of the undead on the Isle of Storms were ancestral guardians, but the ghosts were roused up by necromancers.) Nito was famously the first boss developed for the game, and occupied the end of the Painted World of Ariamis. His whole aesthetic seems to embody not just Dark Souls but modern dark fantasy in general. But all that’s just supplementary.

Most of what we have on Nito is just open to debate. Even his name in the opening cinematic can be interpreted differently - “Nito, the First of the Dead”. Get ready kids; we’re about to make lore out of grammar. Generally, it’s assumed that in the Age of the Ancients, nothing died; the Everlasting Dragons were not subject to the laws of life and death. The First Flame brought that disparity, and Nito represents the ‘death’ side of the equation. The most basic reading of ‘First of the Dead’ is that Nito was the first person (?) to die after the First Flame came into being, instating him as the Lord of the Dead by default. This isn’t entirely without precedent; in Hindu mythology, the god of the dead, Yama, was the first man to die and descend to Naraka. In Japanese mythology, Izanami became goddess of the underworld after she died giving birth to fire.

But there’s another interpretation that I’m more fond of. You’re all probably familiar with if you’ve watched DaveControl’s series of lore videos. ‘The dead’ is definitely plural, but ‘the first’ is by no means exclusively singular. In other words, Nito might not have been the first person to die, but the first people to die. Imagine how long the Everlasting Dragons ruled. Long enough to get a name like ‘Everlasting’, that’s for sure. And all the while, there were those little pygmies/Hollows living underneath them. Some of them must have been worn out; carried on well past they’re expiration date, run ragged, mortally wounded, etc.

When the First Flame brought the disparity of life and death, those Hollows that were supposed to die long ago were finally able to give up the ghost. That mass of death was the First of the Dead; the first generation of beings to die. And that generation formed into a collective that would become Nito. Maybe the First Flame pulled them together, maybe they volunteered in thankfulness for finally being able to die; I dunno’. But Nito’s design is like a whole mass grave stuffed into a single being, and that design choice is what makes me think of Nito as a plural being.

And of course there is the final interpretation, which is just that Nito is the most eminent of all the dead. No other skeleton is bigger and badder than he is, and therefore he is numero uno, so to speak. I’m not really on board with this idea, mostly because the Dead don’t really seem to be a force outside of Nito. There’s no signs of skeleton or necromancer faction existing as its own power. There are creatures like ghosts and zombie dragons, but it looks like they arise spontaneously. So Nito being named ‘First of the Dead’ and inheriting his Lord Soul solely because he is powerful doesn’t really add up. But if the origin myth from the beginning of Dark Souls is just that, a myth, and death did exist before the First Flame, then that would probably be the most likely origin for Nito.

I do have one more theory of my own, but it’s only something of a pet theory, and it doesn’t even really explain anything about Nito. When Nito dies, he goes basically t-pose and falls backwards, exactly the same as the giant sentinels in Anor Londo. Now, it’s more likely that the giants are based off of Nito considering Nito came first, but it does illustrate that Nito and the giants are roughly the same size. Also, the location that Nito lives in is the Tomb of the Giants, filled with giant skeletons and the huge sarcophagi. That alone is interesting to me, because it seems to indicate that Nito has some connection to the giants. What if, when the First Flame was divvying out Lord Souls, it chose a member to be representative of each of the major races? Gwyn represented the Lords, the Witch of Izalith was, well, the witches, and Nito was the representative of the giants. (And humans got squat because we’re all weird little Lord mutants anyway.) It doesn’t really add anything, but it might be some explanation as to why Nito chose the Tomb of the Giants to make his domain in. Or maybe it’s nothing.

So what is it that Nito does exactly? What’s his function and goals in the Dark Souls cosmology? From a rough glance, Nito appears to be the custodian of the closest thing Lordran has to an afterlife. It’s been noted elsewhere, bute an interesting detail about the Way of White is that it lacks any aspect of a life after death. The closest thing it has is the secret doctrine of ascension through the rite of kindling (which, incidentally, Nito also controls). Working from that, my guess is that the Way of White either has no afterlife at all, preaches that death is a reward, or has a very bleak, purgatory-like afterlife like the Jewish Sheol or Greek Hades. Outside of Lordran proper, this might take the shape of an spiritual afterlife, but it stems from the actual catacombs and Tomb of the Giants. People in Lordran would bring their dead to the catacombs and commend them to Nito’s care. With no real afterlife, physical remains might have been more important as they were all that was left of a person. Nito’s job was to watch the dead and make sure their corpses weren’t defiled, or at least that they didn’t leave the designated ‘land of the dead’.

Nito is also portrayed as death itself. If nothing else, his weapon is a big ol’ scythe like the Grim Reaper’s got. I think this is more of a mythical image built around Nito than his actual role. As the keeper of the Land of the Dead, he eventually became associated with death itself, becoming Lordran’s own version of the Grim Reaper. And if we’re assigning roles to the Lord Souls, then Nito is the keeper of the Death Soul. But what does that mean exactly? Is Nito directly responsible for death in the Dark Souls universe? Nito’s Lord Soul states that he ‘administers the death of all manner of being’, while the Gravelord Sword Dance states that Nito ‘quietly oversees all death’. So Nito himself does not do any actual psychopompery like the traditional Grim Reaper; he’s just the manager. He watches death from his tomb, able to see all across the world, and through the Eyes of Death, even across worlds.

But there’s a part of me that can’t help but wonder if maybe Nito really is Death itself, and he’s just... quit. Look at the state of Lordran; everything that dies normally has already died. The graveyards are overflowing. Corpses are everywhere. The last humans are Undead or some kind of mutant. Even the animals are more like zombies than living things. What would Death have to do in this world? There’s nothing it would be able to do. Death has failed. Nothing in this world dies properly anymore. So Death would just give up; retire, go dormant, call it quits. The universe of Dark Souls is so out of balance that even the Grim Reaper has run out and faded away. To quote the great man, “And with strange aeons, even death may die.” It’s more a romantic, poetic notion than an actual explanation as to what Nito does, but maybe that’s why I like it. Think of it as a mood-piece to describe why Nito is moping around in that giant coffin.

So I guess I’d be kind of skipping some important details if I talked about Nito being the general manager of death and I didn’t talk about how he actually administers death and watches over it i.e. the Gravelord Servants. Nito’s covenant trades in the Eye of Death. When I first read the description of the Eye of Death, I thought it was some massive apocalyptic event in Nito covenant, like an event horizon of death where everything would die and the cosmic cycle would be reset like the coming of the Dark. But then I realized; no, it really is just squishy eyeballs you pluck off black phantoms (and basilisks; we’ll get to the basilisks).

Mechanically, when a Gravelord Servant pops an eye, it causes black phantoms to appear on a neighboring world, with a black soul-sign leading back to the Gravelord Servant’s world. How I interpret this from a lore point of view is that the Gravelord Servant uses some kind of necromancy inherent to the Eye of Death as a component to essentially punch a hole through the Dark. Like I’ve talked about before, the Dark isn’t just a part of the cosmic cycle, but also an ominipresent force that separates worlds from one another. This hole gives black phantoms that inhabit the Dark, or maybe just wandering Darkwraithes, the opportunity to invade a world and dispense death indiscriminately. The resident of the disrupted the world can follow the ‘hole’ back to its origin through the black soul sign. If the Gravelord Servant can be killed, the effect of the Eye of Death wears off. If the Gravelord Servant wins, they claim the other Undead’s eye as an Eye of Death.

So why does Nito want the Eyes of Death? My theory is that Nito is an overseer of death, just like he’s described in his Lord Soul. But he wants to see more death, not just the death in his version of Lordran. Nito, beyond the other Lords, is aware that there are alternate worlds all around Lordran. The Eyes of Death show Nito the life, and subsequent death, of whoever they were pulled from. Undead in particular, who have died countless times, would be an endless source of fascination to Nito.

One last detail I want to talk about with Nito; miasma. In the Age of Ancients, Nito’s contribution in the war against the Everlasting Dragons was ‘a miasma of death and disease’. This is even reflected in the Gravelord Sword, which inflicts toxic damage. It’s hard to know just exactly how much damage this miasma actually did to the Everlasting Dragons, but the broader implication was that Nito, as Death, was necessary to finally bring death to entities that were neither alive or dead. Miasma is another name for ‘bad air’, stemming from the bad air theory of disease which predated our current germ theory. Bad air was carried on night winds, around corpses, in swamps, etc. and if breathed in, would cause sickness. It was kind of a step between germ theory and the idea that disease was caused by curses and evil spirits. Bad air is why plague doctors wore their famous masks, which contained perfume and herbs to create ‘good air’ to counteract the disease.

Asian countries had a very distinct relationship with miasma theory; namely, it was believe that southern Asian countries were rife with miasma, to such an extent that the Chinese Imperial court used to banish disgraced nobles to southern territories as a kind of death sentence. This belief probably stemmed from diseases like malaria and dysentery being more present in southern China. This idea would migrate from China to Japan, where miasma would be perceived of as a kind of poisonous gas in mysticism and medicine.

What’s that all got to do with Nito? Nothin’. Just a nifty fact. Interestingly, though, it’s not the first time the Souls series has used an outdated model of disease as a character point. Maiden Astraea in Demon’s Souls was called foul and unclean because she used disease and lived with the disease. In the Medieval European world view, disease was a curse from God or evil spirits, brought on by defying the will of Heaven. So Demon’s Souls had the spiritual theory of disease, and Dark Souls had the miasma theory. Who knows. Maybe if the Souls team keeps going in this direction they might make some other game that features medicine and sickness. Maybe something about blood borne diseases?

Nito, though, is not the only lord of the dead. He has competition; weak, weak competition. Lurking in a giant sarcophagus, Pinwheel jealously hordes the Rite of Kindling he stole from Nito. The proximity of Occult items and the presence of skeleton wheels in the Painted World of Ariamis implicate Pinwheel in the Occult Rebellion, possibly even as its instigator. I’ve considered the possibility that Nito stays in his coffin so much because he was weakened by Pinwheel in the Occult Rebellion, but there’s nothing to really back that up. Pinwheel did steal the Rite of Kindling, however, which itself raises all sorts of interesting questions.

I remember when I first encountered Pinwheel. I began forming all sorts of crazy theories about him and his place in the Dark Souls story. I thought that the statues all around The Catacombs were the leftovers of a lost civilization, the keepers of the dead under Nito. And that would make all the mini-Pinwheels in front of Nito’s barricaded tomb his priests! And Pinwheel was the renegade necromancer, who turned on his brothers!

But, nope. Tragic backstory. Lone man trying to bring back his wife and child. Wound up fusing with them to keep them alive. Those things in front of Nito’s tomb? Holograms. It’s always holograms. And the statues are just some Dungeons and Dragons-esque traps Pinwheel set up to keep people from disturbing his research. Which is still kind of cool. I guess. But it really seems counter-intuitive as, judging from all the skeletons hanging around his lab/sarcophagus, torture and experimentation are core to Pinwheel’s research. You’d think he’d want a bunch of Undead guinea pigs wandering into his clutches.

It actually took me a while to parse out why exactly Pinwheel wanted the Rite of Kindling. You have to kind of break it down into its core components to make any sense of it. In Dark Souls, Kindling refers to sacrificing Humanity to a Bonfire in order to make the Bonfire grow larger and, consequently, give an Undead more Estus. Now, let’s assume for a minute that Estus is an extension of the Bonfire; literally drinkable First Flame. (Which always conjured up images of mixed drink with Capri Sun and whiskey for me.) The First Flame, and therefore the Bonfire, are living things. When they are given Humanity, they are fed and able to grow. So, in essence, the Rite of Kindling is the ritual for transforming Humanity into life energy. I think what Pinwheel wanted out of the Rite of Kindling was that secret; how to turn Humanity into life. With that knowledge, he could use Humanity to resurrect himself and his family. When Undead, or really ANY given passerby came in (like, oh say, clerics from the Way of White), Pinwheel would capture them, torture them, dissect them, and try to surgically remove their Humanity for his experiments. That is what all the skeletons hanging around Pinwheel’s sarcophagus are; the poor bastards who wound up being fodder for his mad magic experiments.

Pinwheel’s not the only necromancer, of course. Around him in the Catacombs are these Undead necromancers animating skeletons willy nilly. It’s kind of hard to say where these guys came from or who they are. They only appear in the Catacombs before Pinwheel, so I like to think they’re connected to him somehow. Maybe they were his accomplices from the Occult Rebellion, and they’re still hiding out with their ringleader? Or maybe they’re Pinwheel’s students, who learned how to steal power from Nito with him, and now they make a ‘living’ underground. Or, maybe they’re just random Undead who went Hollow and raising skeletons is how they deal with it. Also they’re holding heads, which are also necromancer heads? But not Undead necromancer heads? It’s confusing.

But the rank and file of the dead are still good old fashioned skeletons. It’s kind of a shame that you can’t summon a skeleton for yourself, because they’re apparently pretty simple in construction as near as I can tell. Skeletons are not Undead; they might not even be entirely undead given their nature. They’re closer to constructs like golems as near as I can tell. The remains of dead humans (and giants) are infused with the animating energy of Soul, and act on the infuser’s will. It’s certainly also possible that they arise spontaneously whenever the world’s flow of Soul is out of balance. So, y’know, like in every Dark Souls game. The fact that we don’t see any ‘zombies’ i.e. undead constructs with fleshy bits on them, other than the undead dragons, is kind of interesting to me. It could indicate that the recently dead aren’t used for necromancy for some reason. Or maybe it indicates that there are no recently dead; again, everything in the world that can actually die did so long ago, and now all that’s left are Undead.

There’s a couple of notable skeletons I want to talk about. (Gonna’ savor that sentence for a minute. That sentence about talking about skeletons with people on the internet... Ok, ready to go.) First and foremost, everybody’s favorite rock and rollers, the Skeleton Wheels, or Bonewheel Skeletons depending on who you ask. How can you not love these guys? They’re so full of vive, so full of vigor, so full of such a lust for life. I mean they drift on their own wheels. You could make an AKIRA send-up poster of them. Anyway; my working theory is that these guys are creation of Pinwheel. First and foremost, they have the obvious ‘wheel’ connection to one another. Second, they’re only found in Lordran proper outside of Pinwheel’s lair. And third, their only other location is in the Painted World of Ariamis, along with other Occult artifacts, building off the idea that Pinwheel was a ringleader in the Occult Rebellion.

What I think is that Pinwheel got himself a surplus of skeletons, dead adventurers and such, and he started using the remains for experiments, just to see what he could do with them. It even shows you how he killed them; the breaking wheel was a medieval torture device used to break people’s limb, or to display them on after they’d already been killed. You might remember the giant baby man from Berserk using it, which hey! Also happens to have a bunch of resurrected corpses rolling around on torture wheels! So what if Pinwheel decided to put up some wheeled Undead or clerics as a warning? And then, for whatever reason, he decided to take it a step farther and his warning a little more lethal? And that blueprint for a kind of monster would stay embedded in Lordran’s necromantic lore long after Lordran stop being Lordran, which explains why Bonewheels appear in later games. (Well, aside from being series mascots, of course.)

The skeletal beasts are where that construct nature of the skeletons I was talking about earlier really makes itself apparent. They’re clearly the same creatures as the giant skeletons, but built wrong somehow, like they’re missing some bones and had to make do with what was left. Or like their arms and legs were mixed up and they’re just dealing with it as best they can. Doesn’t seemed to have dampened their mood at all. This guy’s still smiling about everything.

Finally, we’ve got these walking dead baby jokes. I’m gonna’ level with you, I have no idea what is up with the fetus skeletons. Why are they so deep in the Tomb of the Giants? You only encounter them in the one area right before Nito’s Tomb. The closest thing that comes to mind is how there were literal undead abortions in front of the Maiden Astraea in Demon’s Souls. Like the other residents of the Valley of Defilement, the aborted fetuses were thrown downriver with the shit and the garbage. Astraea cared for them as she cared for the other diseased residents in the Valley, and kept them close to her. Maybe it’s the same with Nito? A sentimental part of me likes to think that Nito had a soft spot for dead infants. They had so little life, and now an eternity of death. So he takes them under his care and watches over them in particular, always close to him. He really is Papa Nito after all.

So, sorry this lore rambling is coming at you so late. I started it right after my last one and then... kind of got a job there for a while. Which was exhausting. But, I’m back to my unemployed ways and hey! Spooky scary skeletons just in time for Halloween! Also, do yourself a favor and if you liked my lore rambling here, checking out my pal @invokingbees lore theories about Bloodborne!

#dark souls #dark souls lore #gravelord nito #skeletons #halloween #dark souls lore ramblings

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kabane52 · 7 years

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Books for Learning Biblical Theology

I’m sometimes asked what I would recommend for learning the basics of biblical theology.

1. Through New Eyes by James B. Jordan.

This book changed my life. This is the meat and potatoes for interpreting the Bible. Most people when approaching the Bible skip over most of the Torah- the problem is that the Torah sets forth the foundational categories within which the rest of the Bible operates. So Jordan digs down into the details. Why are these animals unclean, and not others? Why does this make you unclean, and not that? Is there a difference between uncleanness and impurity? How does sin relate? Why does the high priest wear twelve stones, and why these twelve stones? How does all of this symbolize Christ?

You’ll learn the meaning of the sun, moon, and stars, gems and gold, birds and beasts, the five offerings of Israel, and the trajectory of history.

Jordan then surveys every stage of the covenant, from Adam to the Church, noting how each stage foreshadows the next in specific and remarkable ways (typology). This is where you get to know symbolism and typology. Everything I have stated or thought for the past three years has some relation to this book.

2. A House for My Name by Peter J. Leithart.

Called Through New Eyes For Dummies, Leithart’s book takes the method and principles of Through New Eyes and applies them to understand the shape of biblical history. It’s essentially a more detailed version of the last part of Jordan’s book, surveying the shape of history. This is a great read both with and without Through New Eyes and will get you more used to the language and imagery of the Bible.

3. Who Shall Ascend the Mountain of the Lord? by Michael Morales

Morales has read Jordan and Leithart even as he works within the academy. This is the best print introduction to the Levitical system, period. Doesn’t skirt the details for quick and easy pictures of Christ, but gets deep into the rituals and symbolism in order to show how the picture of Christ that results is that much more profound.

4. Images of the Spirit by Meredith Kline

Much of what Kline writes elsewhere is downright bizarre and marred by his deformed covenant theology. But this is Kline at his best. This book is all about the appearance of the Divine Glory in the Bible. He notes how the Glory has a specific appearance, and the Glory-Cloud has a specific formation. The formation of the Glory is essential for biblical symbolism and imagery, both ritual and in the prophets.

5. Adam as Israel by Seth Postell.

This short book takes a good look at the literary and theological connections between the story of Genesis 2-3 and the story of Israel writ large. While I would have preferred it to be called “Israel as Adam”, this is a very good look at how this connection influences the rest of Scripture. Noting literary features suggesting the unity of the Pentateuch is also helpful.

6. The Meaning of the Pentateuch by John Sailhamer

I debated on whether to include this or not, because I think a large part of Sailhamer’s thesis (that the sacrifices and priesthood were given in response to Israel’s sin) is simply dead wrong. But I decided to include it because Sailhamer is good at noticing intertextual links within the Old Testament itself and applying them to achieve an integrated biblical theology. He also is very helpful on pointing out how the Pentateuch is designed not merely as law, but as messianic prophecy, literarily stitched around four poems with King Messiah as the theme.

7. The Unseen Realm by Michael Heiser

Heiser is a scholar of the Hebrew Bible whose studies focus on the concept of a divine or heavenly council. He notes the deep connections that the Serpent of Genesis 3 has with the council, and how the curse on the Serpent draws on language of the divine council which is also developed by the prophets (Isaiah 14 and Ezekiel 28, especially). He then threads all of this into the New Testament to reveal a coherent and critical thread of the biblical story, one missed by most commentators. The Nephilim play a critical role and shed great light on the demonology of the Old Testament. I strongly disagree, however, with Heiser’s emphasis on the necessity of Near Eastern sources for biblical theology.

8. Paul and the Faithfulness of God (or Paul in Fresh Perspective) by N.T. Wright

I cut my biblical-theological teeth on Wright, and I still return to his writings. Like Jordan, Wright has a gift for looking at a text and forcing himself to pay attention to each detail, not resting until he has developed an interpretation that makes sense of each and every little turn of text. Wright’s work on Paul is unparalleled, even though I think he errs in one respect when it comes to justification (see below). Jordan taught me to read the whole Bible the way Wright taught me to read Paul. The focus here is on Paul’s understanding of Jesus’ story as the climax of Israel’s story, ending the exile and bringing back the Glory to Mt. Zion. I’d recommend reading the big book (Paul and the Faithfulness of God), but if 1600 pages is too much for you (ch. 9-11, however, are by far the most important), you can get the cliffnotes with Paul in Fresh Perspective.

9. Jesus and the Victory of God (or Simply Jesus) by N.T. Wright

Strictly speaking, these are books about the historical Jesus, but Wright’s analysis of how Jesus related to Israel’s story are very helpful when it comes to reading the Gospels against the backdrop of the Old Testament. These are two parts of one story.

10. The Conversion of the Imagination: Paul as Interpreter of Israel’s Scripture by Richard Hays

A collection of wonderful essays looking at how Paul subtly weaves allusions to the Old Testament throughout his epistles, and looking at how these allusions are important for properly interpreting Paul.

11. Echoes of Scripture in the Gospels by Richard Hays

Does the same thing for the Gospels. Hays looks at the allusive strategies of each Evangelist, noting how each reflects their own distinctive theology and angle on the work of Jesus Christ.

12. Inhabiting the Cruciform God by Michael J. Gorman

Should be read after one reads Wright on Paul. Gorman looks at Paul’s language of justification and argues that it’s all about theosis: the divine presence indwelling human persons in the Spirit, enabled by the incarnation of God the Logos, Jesus Christ. The best biblical case for theosis in print.

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styrac0saurus · 7 years

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Get To Know My Hunter

Tagged by @thesaint-jimmy

Bloodborne OC meme courtesy of @princeofmorley

We all know Bloodborne can be a difficult fandom for OCs given the vagueness of the lore, but a lot of us still enjoy coming up with stories for our hunters. I hadn’t seen an OC meme for Bloodborne so I figured I’d make one myself!

These are all the questions I could think of without getting into the nitty gritty of the lore. Of course, all questions are optional. You can remove any question you don’t want to answer, or add questions I might’ve forgotten!

Feel free to use this template as you wish! I’d love to read about other people’s hunter OCs, so be sure to tag it as #bloodborne oc meme so I can read yours!

Put my response under a ReadMore because there were a lot of questions! Please know that I haven’t played Bloodborne yet so some responses may seem a little off because I’m filling in gameplay knowledge based on what I’ve experienced in Dark Souls I and the Bloodborne wiki.

Name: Antares Mai Quyen Nickname(s): Auntie (sometimes Auntie Antares when addressed by their younger charges), Mai-Mai (used only by their parents when they were young) Age: 33 Gender: Non-Binary Agender (they/them pronouns) Sexuality: No strict preference for any gender, they’re currently in a relationship with a woman Height/Build: 6′5″ and fairly thickset (muscular with some fat over everything)

Personality description: A reserved Hunter of Hunters, though those who become close friends with Antares know they are capable of sincere affection. The hunter is usually mindful of their size, choosing to talk quietly and walk slowly so that they don’t intimidate people, but also so that they don’t constantly bump their head into ceiling stuff and startle people with their outbursts of pain. Such gentleness is something that was internalized from being raised as a girl in a Vietnamese household (speaking from personal experience as a AFAB NB Viet). Children adore Antares and Antares adores them back, always willing to give the smaller ones either some sweets or a lift onto their shoulders. Indeed, the hunter seems to have a respectable position in Yharnam. However, Antares heavily dissociates and experiences extreme self-loathing in private because they are actually an Abhorrent Beast finally corrupted by the Old Blood. More to come about those sentiments and how Antares finally (sorta) succumbed to the scourge later.

Physical description: Like most in their covenant, Antares wears the Crowfeather set around Yharnam. A modification of the Vietnamese áo dài is worn underneath all of the set’s heavier layers for casual wear though. During the daytime, they might wear the whole Crowfeather set minus the mask and hat if the weather’s not too warm because they find the overall outfit comfortable, even though most hunters may choose to separate work from daily life so people don’t stare at them. Antares doesn’t really mind such attention because they’re used to rude oglings, having grown up as an Asian (thick black hair, light to medium brown skin, almond eyes, etc. typical of Vietnamese people) in a mostly White European place like Yharnam. The hunter probably gets more stares because they’re relatively large and androgynous so there are plenty of people curious about Antares’s “true gender.” The hunter always replies stoically to gender questions, but replies may leave people more confused because their coherence reaches the shitpost plane of existence.

BACKSTORY

Introduce your hunter and their backstory. Alright this meme got so long that I got super tired of writing responses so maybe I’ll go back and edit this post, but read this other post for some backstory in the meantime.

Which class/origin did you choose for your hunter? Does this tie into their backstory? Lone Survivor, only because I usually start off as a tank character in Dark Souls before I build up my Endurance/Stamina. This origin definitely doesn’t tie into Antares’s backstory because they aren’t from the Fishing Hamlet.

Where is your hunter from? What brought them to Yharnam? Antares was born in Yharnam, but closer to the outskirts of the city where the relatively more common class people live. Their father traveled to Byrgenwerth from Saigon to study and brought their mother to the city later while she was pregnant with Antares. So really, Antares grew up as a Milquetoast with their father eventually working in the Byrgenweth libraries and their mother working in the clinic that would someday belong to Iosefka/Imposter Iosefka.

Did your hunter know any of the characters from the game before they entered the Hunter’s Dream? Yeah, they knew Eileen the Crow and then some of the other Yharnam hunter NPCs by extension. Antares also knows of the Old Hunters, but they haven’t met them. Other NPCs they don’t really know about if they appear outside the actual city streets of Yharnam (Micolash, Yurie, the Madara twins, etc.).

Had they fought beasts before entering the Dream, or is this their first experience as a hunter? Antares has definitely fought beasts before coming to the Dream. They’re a Hunter of Hunters so they’ve killed (and eaten) a few blood-addled hunters as well.

CHARACTER DETAILS

How do they react to first waking up in the Hunter’s Dream? Do they remember anything about their life before the Dream? Hmm… I’m not really sure how to answer this question since I haven’t played Bloodborne and therefore haven’t had much thought about the Hunter’s Dream. I personally think they would be angry that they can’t Properly Die until they discover a way to leave the Dream. Antares honestly wants to die as a (mostly) human being before they become too blood-addled and kill someone else they loved again. That being said, yes, the Hunter remembers everything about their life for sure, even once they’ve come to the Dream.

Do they align themselves with any Covenants or other factions (the Healing Church, the Choir, the Old Hunters, the Unseen Village, etc)? As previously mentioned, Antares is part of the Hunter of Hunters covenant. Other than that, they don’t really align themselves with any of the other, for lack of a better word, more political covenants in Yharnam.

Do they befriend any NPCs in particular? Make enemies of any NPCs? Haven’t really thought about this because I haven’t played Bloodborne yet. Maybe Antares would be friends with Eileen the Crow, but they might know of Gascoigne, Henryk, and Djura through them also being Eileen’s friends. Meanwhile, they probably wouldn’t really have any enemies. They’re not often aggressive towards most people, I imagine.

Are they in a relationship? If so, with whom? Yes, they’re currently in a relationship with another Bloodborne OC of mine (Miriam Hashmi, a Byrgenwerth scholar).

How does your hunter feel about the Healing Church? About blood ministration? Considering that they’re now a fucking bloodthirsty Beast (not all the time fortunately), they’re probably feeling pretty resentful about the Healing Church and how the Church has continued trying to hide the consequences of blood ministration.

Do they fear the scourge? Are they afraid of turning into a beast? Afraid of becoming blood-addled? Of the unknown Cosmos? What are they afraid of? Antares could honestly care less about the Unknown Cosmos. They tend to worry about more visceral and tangible fears such as the Scourge. What happens to a Respected Hunter once they become an Abhorrent Beast after all? Being a Hunter of Hunters doesn’t help much and Antares’s anxieties have multiply tenfold when they realize they hunt others just like themselves. Other than being caught and outed, they also have to worry about staying alive for their friends’ sake as well as about succumbing to the corruption and killing the same friends as a blood-addled monster. Should Antares somehow have some conscience returned to them after going on a rampage, the guilt would be too much to handle.

Does your hunter relish in the Hunt or revile their bloody work? After killing their father while being blood-addled and beastly, I think it’s safe to say that Antares very strongly reviles being a Hunter. Also, it sucks having to eat a blood-addled hunter you once considered a friend just to satisfy your own hunger.

What is your hunter’s attitude towards Gehrman? Do they resent being trapped in the Hunter’s Dream? They don’t really think much of Gehrman after getting over the initial resentment of being trapped in the Hunter’s Dream (see first question of this section for reasoning behind resentment). While perplexed by his presence and the Doll, Antares comes to respect both as the Night goes along. Because they don’t go to the Hunter’s Nightmare to fight Lady Maria, they have no reason to think more negatively of Gehrman otherwise.

Does your hunter sympathize and associate with fellow hunters, or are they more of a loner who avoids other hunters? Do they leave notes for other hunters? Antares will gladly help others in need, but rarely asks for help themselves, especially while hunting a target. The preference for solitude is not based on cockiness, but rather a desire to avoid being outed as a beast if they need to transform to fight a particularly difficult mark and feed on the remains. Messages will be left to warn other hunters to stay away from their hunting territories as a result. However, the warning will be more along the lines of “There’s going to be a dangerous blood-addled hunter here. Don’t come around until I deal with them. - Antares” rather than obviously “There’s going to be a beast a.k.a. me here. Don’t come around if you don’t like seeing excess blood and gore because I need to eat. - Antares.” There might be more messages of a more positive vibe though. Antares might leave cute little sketches for hunters-in-training to find on patrol throughout Yharnam.

Does your hunter worship the Great Ones? Do they worship blood? Or do they have a different belief system? If they’re not devout, what do they value or prioritize in life? Antares certainly has respect for the Great Ones, but they’re not particularly religious otherwise. They prioritize family and close friends more than anything (well… more like just friends at this point in their life since both of their parents have been killed so there are no other really close relatives in Yharnam).

Do they have a special place where they feel safe or “at home”? Is there a place they’re afraid of or that they avoid? Ugh, this will be incredibly sappy, but Antares feels the most at home lying down with their head on Miriam’s thighs. They love having their girlfriend (or wife by the actual game’s timeline I imagine) stroke their hair. As for a place the hunter would be afraid of, it would probably be the Hunter’s Nightmare for reasons already/to be explained. But… it might be an unavoidable fate…

Are there any particular items your hunter holds onto for sentimental reasons, or items that serve to comfort them? A jade necklace and a bracelet made of wooden beads, jewelry that were given to them by their parents when they were a child. The jewelry’s all that’s left of Antares’s happier memories from before their parents were killed.

Do any of the discoveries in the game (about the old blood, the Healing Church, the Great Ones, etc) shock them? How do they react to these revelations? Perhaps the consequences of the Old Blood not so much because Antares is already experiencing their consequences. I guess they would still be shocked by how far back and all-encompassing the Old Blood history goes in terms of the Healing Church and the Great Ones. Some stuff they would feel angry and unsettled about though, especially if they went to the Hunter’s Nightmare as someone trying to figure out what the hell is really happening in Yharnam (but that isn’t really their main questline I suppose).

Does your hunter want to discover the secrets of the Healing Church and the origins of the scourge, or do they just want to kill some beasts and escape the Dream? What motivates them? I mean, they might discover some secrets during the Night, but they ultimately just want to escape the Hunter’s Dream. Honestly, I don’t really know how to answer this question until I actually play Bloodborne.

How does your hunter feel about being effectively immortal? How do the unending deaths affect them over the course of their time in the Dream? See previous questions about Antares’s opinions of the Dream.

COMBAT AND STATS

Which primary stat does your hunter most rely on (Strength, Skill, Bloodtinge, Arcane)? Do they prioritize Vitality or Endurance? Strength and Endurance would be emphasized, with some Skill since Antares does wield the Blades of Mercy. Vitality might also be increased once Antares becomes a beast, but they don’t often prioritize this stat otherwise.

What are your hunter’s trick weapon and firearm of choice? Why? Saw Cleaver and Hunter’s Pistol are the usual combo. However, Antares can also wield the Blades of Mercy if they’re fighting a more skilled enemy such as a blood-addled hunter versus a crowd of corrupted beasts.

Do they make use of any hunter tools? Only the Old Hunter’s Bone for Quickening and the Beast Roar for keeping enemies back so that they can transform if needed.

What type of armor do they wear? Why? Usually the Crowfeather Set for style points. Otherwise, whatever has high defense against mostly physical slash/bite/etc. attacks to make up for the lack in emphasis on Vitality.

Describe their fighting style. Antares is not one who likes crowds, whether they consist of people at a Hunters’ Communion or beasts at some bloody hunting ground. They’re more likely to fight enemies one or two at a time, drawing them away from a crowd with pebbles. With their strength, the hunter would hopefully stagger and dispatch enemies quickly this way with just their hunting weapons. Beast mode only gets used when Antares gets desperate and really needs to up their strength even more either against a multitude of enemies or a really tough enemy. Honestly though, Antares usually doesn’t try to fight everything because it would take so much time and effort away from hunting down either a more serious beast or a covenant target.

Which Caryll runes does your hunter keep equipped? Communion to increase the number of blood vials they can hold to make up for a lack in Vitality. Anti-Clockwise Metamorphosis to increase maximum stamina. Hunter to increase stamina recovery so they can quickly restore their Endurance. It is a Covenant rune, though, so it might be replaced by Beast’s Embrace for gameplay mechanic reasons related to Antares’s storyline so that they can transform.

How much Insight does your hunter have? How does this affect them? Not much Insight because Antares care little for the mostly intangible. They still pay close attention to their surroundings nonetheless. However, they can only do so thanks to their heightened beast sense more than anything.

Does your hunter take advantage of Beasthood to fuel their attacks? How does it affect them? Oh my fucking god, all this time, I never knew there was an actual Beast Mode already incorporated into the gameplay. That being said, of course Antare takes advantage of Beasthood to fight. Not all the time though, only when desperate. It really messes with their psyche, though, because they have a hard time reconciling the fact that they’re both human and monster.

Is there a beast or type of enemy your hunter likes to fight? An enemy they avoid? Antares both loves and hates fighting beasts. They feel like they’re fulfilling their duty as a Yharnamite citizen every time they take down a scourge wolf or a blood-addled hunter. But they also feel like they’re succumbing to the scourge more and more because every kill seems to increase their bloodlust. Not to mention looking at every blood-addled hunter keeps reminding Antares of their own possible fate… The more Eldritch looking enemies really just befuddle the hunter in the meantime. Not too much felt when fighting them than some disgust and the previously mentioned confusion at how much creatures could exist.

Do they often summon the Old Hunters or hunters from other worlds to aid them? Not really, Antares is a bit of a lone fighter.

PLOT DECISIONS

Does your hunter’s story deviate from the central plot of Bloodborne? In what ways? I guess so. I’ve mostly filled this meme out for an Antares who exists in @thesaint-jimmy‘s pre-game timeline of the Bloodborne universe. By the game’s time, I would have had Antares become an old hunter who has long left the Dream like Eileen. They would be more like an NPC the Good Hunter encounters.

Does your hunter try to rescue any of the civilians of Yharnam? Are they successful? Of course. Despite their introvertedness, Antares still tries to keep an eye out for others in Yharnam. They are successful only with some, though (namely those NPCs who safely make it to Odeon Chapel except for the crotchety old man and the suspicious beggar). Suspicious beggar dude and Antares immediately sense that they’re both Abhorrent Beasts and fight because they obviously have different thoughts about controlling themselves/endangering people when in Beast Form. Crotchety old man is just a loss Antares grimly but firmly accepts because they’ve gotten so used to losing people over the years of the Hunt. Father Gascoigne’s daughters are another story however because Antares has always been protective of children. To know they indirectly caused the deaths of a former acquaintance’s children brings about a great sense of shame and failure.

Does your hunter kill the Impostor Iosefka or let her continue her work? Thanks to their heightened beast senses, Antares probably smells there being a different Iosefka in the clinic. That certainly raises suspicion so the hunter would check everything out and discover the Celestial Mob experiments, much to their horror. After all, being friends with someone who was once cruelly used for experimentation would make such work leave an incredibly disgusting taste in Antares’s mouth. They’d definitely kill the Imposter Iosefka before mercy-killing all of the Celestial Mobs she’s made for experimentation.

Do they fight Djura or befriend him? What about Eileen the Crow? Befriend both Djura and Eileen. I imagine them both knowing Antares before the game timeline of Bloodborne.

Do they choose to side with Alfred or Queen Annalise? Perhaps Alfred, though they are a little concerned about his trustworthiness given his evident devotion to Master Logarius.

Does your hunter enter the Chalice Dungeons? I personally would enter the Chalice Dungeons because they seem like cool places to explore and practice combat skills. Antares probably wouldn’t be interested in them though.

Does your hunter enter the Hunter’s Nightmare? Do they defeat the Orphan of Kos? Maybe to the first question and no to the second question. I imagine there could be a timeline where Antares dies as a blood-addled beast so they’re sent to suffer eternally in the Hunter’s Nightmare.

What is your hunter’s final choice at the end of the game? They accept Gehrman’s offer so they can leave the dream. But hmm… it would be interesting to consider an Antares who decides to take Gherman’s place if they think forever leaving their friends with their humanity still whole would be a better fate than eventually succumbing to the Scourge like Father Gascoigne.

If they accept Gehrman’s offer, what does your hunter do once they’re free of the Hunter’s Dream? Immediately return home to their loved ones and try to continue living their life as Yharnam continues to descend into Hell. I don’t know to be honest. Antares has never been one to work actively towards the Greater Good, but they’ll provide support as needed.

If applicable, how does your hunter die? I don’t know because I want my Gaysian character to live a wholesome life well into their older years with their loved ones but… I also love Soulsborne style tragedies.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your hunter? I have a Dark Souls AU version of Antares where they’re far more chill as a character because they’re not a monster trapped in an urban hellhole. If people are interested in either version, though, I have a Soulsborne RP blog for them (@knightantares).

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