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livikattt · 1 year

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ppau headcanons except it’s my au #2 ft. Meiko

As usual thank you to @aryasage for listening to my ramblings and adding yours. 1 braincell is better than none.

Meiko finds out he can shape-shift by accident, just a little after the events of “one day you’ll wish you hadn’t”. He’s brushing his teeth or something, spacing out, worrying about this and that, when he just casually imagined what he would look like with a different haircut and when he looks back in the mirror he suddenly has that haircut.

He screams. Loud. It takes him 30 minutes to change back and figure out what’s going on and 2 hours to convince Scout that he was just imagining the scream of pure terror that just came from the bathroom.

“Eh you know what, I haven’t slept in 3 days. I was probably imagining things.”

“…what did you do to make Jiejie mad this time”

Viper is the first to find out about this because Meiko figures out that he somehow heals better as a cat. I have been informed by AryaSage that there is a scientific basis for this. The more you know…

Shape-shifting is really hard to master because unlike people like Canyon, Meiko has way more alternate forms and they’re not a true part of him like Canyon’s lion form is. Meiko spends a lot of time practicing (with the help of his teammates).

Meiko transforms into Jiejie and immediately tries to fool his team into thinking he really IS Jiejie, but to his surprise, no one believes him for a second.

“What gave it away?”

“Bro you forgot the SCAR”

Jiejie, from the corner: also my nose isn’t that big wtf Meiko

Meiko absolutely uses his powers to fuck with his teammates 24/7 whether by turning into them or by turning into animals

Flandre is forced to call an emergency Team Meeting to get Meiko to chill out because Jiejie wakes up to a tarantula on his face and almost has a heart attack. (Thus almost giving Scout a heart attack.) Everyone tries their Absolute Best to keep a straight face on the entire time.

EDG end up with a new inside joke in which any of them (including Meiko himself once he hears about it) point to any remotely living thing and go "MEIKO??"

There are a lot of sleep-deprived discussions.

Jiejie: So if Meiko eats beef and then turns into a cow, is he a cannibal? Scout: Well he's not really a cow in his heart right? Jiejie: Since when has that mattered? Would a furry eating a human not be cannibalism then? Viper: Holy shit it is 7am would you two shut up I'm trying to sleep Scout: well at least you CAN sleep Jiejie: Viper: Scout: Flandre: Meiko: Okay wait but Jiejie has a point—

They try to keep Meiko's abilities on the down low until Worlds, at which point he goes nuts on their opponents for the Element of Surprise.

Combined with Flandre's smoke and Jiejie's mist, they can easily separate team members, at which point Meiko pretends to be an opponent's injured teammate. As soon as they get close, he stabs them. As you do.

Even if he can't imitate an opponent perfectly, seeing a scuffed version of yourself on the other side of the battlefield usually stunlocks you for a second or two.

Very few people figure out that Meiko is a shape-shifter without fighting him a lot, but some people do figure it out.

At Perkz's wedding, Meiko crawls under a table, and a second later, a cat comes out and jumps onto Viper. Team Liquid are understandably confused by this development.

Meiko puts on a one-man play at some point just for his teammates. They all almost die laughing before the end of the first act.

Once he gets better at it, he starts shifting almost on instinct, which often makes it hard for him to hide what he's thinking about.

"Meiko stop worrying about Viper he'll be fine in Korea"

"who said I was worrying about Viper???"

"you are LITERALLY Viper right now don't even try me"

"oh fuck"

#ppau #ppau meiko #ppau edg #ppau headcanons #ppau incorrect quotes #ppau completely correct quotes #ppau jiejie #ppau scout #ppau viper #ppau flandre #ppau odywyh

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clock-corpse · 1 year

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Get to know my muse

Basics

Name: Sakuya Izayoi (Birthname: Angela Sauer Lehmann)

Alias Title: Demon Maid, The Devil’s Dog, Pudding Savior Sakuya

Gender: Female

Age: 18-23 (Can be younger. Timeline and verse dependent.)

Species: Human

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo /

Abilities/Talents: The ability to manipulate time. Master chef. Knife expert. Skilled at playing several instruments. Seamstress, magician. Skilled vampire slayer.(Verse dependent.)

Personal

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Atheist

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: German(Mother tongue), English(Fluent), Japanese(Semi-fluent), Spanish(Semi-fluent), French, Russian.

Family: Mother and Father(deceased)

Friends: Remilia Scarlet(Girlfriend), Hong Meiling (Best Friend), Patchouli Knowledge, Flandre Scarlet, Koakuma, Reimu Hakurei, Marisa Kirisame, Eri Philomele.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual/ pansexual / omnisexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other / verse dependent

Libido: sex god / very high / high /average / low / very low / non-existent

Physical

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (red when powers are activated)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: One on the side of her stomach from a past assault. Several vampire bites along her body, mostly her neck and inner thighs.

Facial Features: -

Tattoos: None.

Choose

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Snakes or Spiders?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White? Both

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake? Both

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow? Knife

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

Tagged by: Stolen from @tricoloredillusion

Tagging: STEAL IT.

#Time Has Stopped (ooc) ⧖#tag meme #about the muse #tricoloredillusion

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zevoie · 3 years

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Headcanon that scar has crystal wings similar to flandre scarlet from touhou. 7 crystals on each wing only one on each end glows signifies the amount of lives he has left

#last life smp #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #ive seen similar designs #thats what inspired me to make this #i just love touhou a normal amount #its not like koishi komeiji is my favorite or anything

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thedrag0nking · 3 years

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" Every night I keep asking myself whi am I, then I know the answer. A murderer. I still have blood in my hands. Always have been. I didn't ask to be a monster, yet here I am.

How many did you all kill? Taking a life, it's fucking terrifying. I relived the bloodshed. To this day I keep seeing them. The people I hurt, my friends, my family. Dead. Imagine what their families feeling? "

Koishi sheds tears as she clench her fist tightly. The trauma is coming back again, she's shaking from guilt.

" Every fuckin' night, I see two people. Dead, the other? Brutally massacred. With my claws tearing down their bodies, the sounds of their flesh being torn to a sunder, Flandre's screaming, oh god the screamings. The fear on their faces, it's like it happened yesterday. Shit, I know I scarred them all for life. But that... "

She gritted her teeth as she stared up at the celling, tears running down her face.

" THE REMORSE IS NOTHING COMPARE TO THE REAL HORROR ! ! ! "

" Once you Kill someone, you can never escape the horror of what you done, do you have any idea what that's like...? "

#muse #ic commentary #Koishi's guilt

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twinfoxtails · 4 years

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Eri’s traumatic conga line: (Events in order)

Gets bullied for being a boy and/or kitsune in Chireiden

Chireiden invaded by Reimu and Marisa from the events of Subterranean Animism

People mating in open areas in not just Chireiden, but Gensokyo as well, which made him learn what sex is, or more specifically, lesbian sex

Eri possesses Flandre’s body. This ends exactly how you’d imagine it.

Remilia starts Halloween party, which involved Michiko’s bloody, dead body hanging from the ceiling

It ends with Remilia saying “it’s just a prank lol”

Almost sold off his cafe to a certain necromancer, his pride and joy.

Space adventures where Eri goes to rescue Hakune, one of the trio he looks up to as a second family. Instead of bringing her back, he has never seen all three members of his second family after his ‘adventure’. (Redbellion RP Event)

Tries to befriend Medicine, only to end up inhaling mustard gas, and ended up being hospitalized for a week.

Dream monster possesses his body, and this ends up with Reimu using her talisman to purify him, banishing the monster, but he’s left with so many scars in his body, currently healing in the bed again.

#OOC #I JUST TAKE A STEP BACK AND JUST #LOOK AT THE WHOLE THING #*BRICKED*#ALSO HELLO

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aozoradoesart · 5 years

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An art meme created by Shao on Twitter to design and draw characters from The Holy War and the Reaper series from Sound Horizon's Chronicle 2nd (starts from Arbelge no Tatakai to Seisen to Shinigami ~Eiyuu no Fuzai).

You can find the template here.

It's been a while since I ever listen and do something Sound Horizon related so I had a blast designing and drawing the characters. Ngl the story sounds very FE and you could probably guess that Fire Emblem influence is really strong both in the story and my own interpretation of the characters. Maybe Revo was playing some FE when he created this story?

Some design ideas under the cut

Personal design notes:

For some reason my thought process of drawing all the male characters are "they're all bastards".

Albers is known as the reaper, though the color white and silver are heavily associated with him in the lyrics. Rose called him a rough neck so I thought of making him somewhat rugged. His eyes are silver to match his theme.

Albers said Rose mildly reminds him of Charlotte, so I thought of giving Charlotte similar color scheme as Rose. I made the red stone her engagement ring with Albers.

My first thought for Rose: she's a sassy baby. "Who's this sassy lost child" is a meme for her. Her design is based on Seisen 3 where she's gone incognito after fleeing the palace.

Parsifal has that yellow streak of Thunder God like Leontius in Moira. I headcanon him as a bastard general that won't listen to anyone but Rose. He has the least scars because he flex that Thunder God lineage and Thunder Spear a lot.

Gefenbauer is a follower of The Black Chronicle Cult, hence the cult uniform outline. Nothing much I can say about his design except that I want him to look crazed somehow. He gets the red hair to match his manic personality.

Childebert VI is the emperor of Albers' old country (Flandre) that lied to him about giving back his land. Imagined him like a sly and cunning emperor behind very saintly look.

Tristram is that one character somehow just mentioned once, ever, in the whole series LMAO. It's said that he's a captain guarding a lake area so I made him look older and gave him some shield and water element into his design.

Last spot is free spot and I decided to draw old Luna so I could have excuse to draw older ladies.

#sound horizon #chronicle 2nd #aozora does art

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uramis · 5 years

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anime OH highlights (some w/ no context)

- maid cafe with no food

- they made us play uno

- Jumpy Jamie

- THE SANS POSSE

- “road work ahead?” dress girl

- tiny meiko t pose charm

- pokemon crimes

- stolen parappa fan art design on backpack

- Relax With Vriska

- anime dads panel

- 1000000 junkos

- “we irritating!”

- fig got a live commission of our ocs

- HAUNTED FLANDRE DOLL

- flandre and noid share a drink

- we were gonna do a cosplay tiktok at hotel but the wig caps were making us lose our grip on reality (my head still has a scar kind of!)

- Potion Seller on IMAX

- “I’m Not A Boy” (LPS Short Film)

- I AM NO LONGER STUSAN.

- “i don’t wanna hold hands!!!!”

- Garlic Nuts

- China Donuts

- the episode of family guy where brian dies came on at the hotel

- the noid’s extensive deep romantic history

- listening to fnaf ambience as we stare at ourselves in the mirror

- The Gang of Kyles

- chad, chadd & chadley

- any time anyone knocks on the hotel door: BERNIE SANDERS IS AT THE DOOR

- LPS abuser film

- the thought of being tenderly held by mac tonight

- my mom slipping in and out of consciousness as we talk about The Quagmire Car

- fig having to see my elephant nose breathing mask

- “............... Hey stu.”

#THIS IS SO LONG. IM SORRY. but i wanted to write it all down i had the time of my life #THANK U FIG FOR TOLERATING MY CRACKHEADEDNESS FOR A WHOLE DAY

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lesbianneopolitan · 6 years

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If one were to draw your Remilia, is there anything important to note if it were to be attempted?

Oh shit, let me make a ref-answer thingy like last time.

(Hey, what did I do to deserve this art?)

Okay, here’s a cartoon-y ref, mainly for the colors and the base design, but if I need to point out something it would be that:

She has an A cup chest, and is underweight. Almost flat, but not quite.

Big wings! Like in the picture above, pretty much, that’s the proportion of how big they can get to be. She can make them smaller for convenience, though, so it depends on the situation.

The collar decoration is close to the design of EoSD. Sometimes presented without the yellow gem (optional). The pic above is shitty to use as a ref so here’s a better shot:

Just one wristband decoration. On her left wrist.

SUPER CURLY HAIR. It’s not too noticeable in the pic from above because it’s a simpler style. It’s kinda messy, and curly all around unlike Flandre’s one (notice how the front bags are curly as well). Like here, better:

Her hair color is a really pale blue. When adding the shading I like it to appear bluer, but that’s just a personal preference because I love blue hair. Here’s the base color though, because like I said, I like to make it bluer by playing with the shading when coloring so taking my pics as ref can be a mess (note that it’s almost white…YEAH):

She has scars around her body from fights against Vampire Hunters that used silver weaponery. The most important one is the big scar around her abdomen. Here’s a ref with the most noticeable ones, the one that can be seen normally is the one close to her right wrist, the rest are covered by clothes:

The rest of the outfit is pretty much like in the first picture, so it can be used as a reference. Note that the base color of her dress is NOT pink. It’s white. With a really really subtle pink tint if you don’t want to make it pure white:

General details:

Slightly pointy ears.

Usually grumpy or planning your death.

Long-ish and sharp nails. (COLORED IN RED)

She’s 150cm {4′11′’} tall.

When hatless she wears a ribbon (optional if no hat):

And that’s pretty much it. I think. She’s possibly slightly more difficult than Flan. SO I’M SORRY.

#Ask #My art #curious oshawott #at least I added visual refs to make it easier jfnkjbnfkjnbk #curious-oshawott #Character Ref

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stained-carmine · 5 years

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“Running water doesn’t kill us, it just burns.” Flandre is silent for a moment, hand clutching her chest, her eyes full of pain. “Rain bores holes into our skin, streams are like friction burns, mists are extremely painful because they’re easy to breathe in and are less focused on one area, steam causes burns in the same way heat would burn a human and breathing it in will make your throat and lungs sore.” The vampire paused yet again. She seemed to be on the verge of tears, save for the coldness in her eyes that belayed a deep, festering hatred. After another minute of silence she opened her mouth yet again.

“Ice doesn’t hurt us, after all, it doesn’t flow. Cold water is like frostbite. Boats are fine, since the water doesn’t come in contact with us. Though if the water is splashed into the air that can still damage us. Though I’ve never been on one, I imagine being on a ship in the middle of a terrible storm would be a vampire’s worst nightmare.” She shuddered at the thought. “Perhaps if you were to stay in the water for a long time, maybe then it could kill you...” She paused as she pondered the scenario. With a gentle sigh she continued.

“While the scars they leave are not permanent, they take a really long time to heal...” She paused pulling her limbs in closer to her torso. Softly, with her head down, she muttered.

“...Most of mine still haven’t healed...”

#Flandre #Dash Commentary #Headcanon #Drabble #I saw it and I couldn't resist #So have some impromptu headcanons #Most but not all of which were entirely made up on the spot

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swattcd · 6 years

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♡ GENERAL ♡

NAME: Victor David Allen NICKNAMES: Vic, Vicky, ‘Captain’ if that counts GENDER: Male AGE: 43/44 ( 45/46 post game) BIRTHDAY: December 02, 1994 OCCUPATION: SWAT Captain, Law Enforcement

♡ APPEARANCE ♡

EYE COLOR: Hazel HAIR COLOR: Dark brown HEIGHT: 5′9″ (175cm) SCARS: All across his face is littered with scars, several thick scars on his chest/arms, and severe scarring around amputation site/port site. OVERWEIGHT: Occasionally, but not due to obesity. UNDERWEIGHT: No.

♡ FAVORITE ♡

COLOR: Black and purple ANIMAL/S: Reptiles MOVIE/S: Terminator Series, Alien Series TV SHOW/S: All Law & Order and CSI shows, not because he’s a cop but because that’s what his Dad always watched and sat him down to watch. FOOD: Meatloaf DRINK: Anything alcoholic, Pomegranate iced tea BOOKS: Grew up on Stephen King

♡ HAVE THEY ♡

PASSED UNIVERSITY: Associates Degree HAD SEX: Yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: Yes GOTTEN PREGNANT: No (got a girl pregnant tho) KISSED A BOY: Yes KISSED A GIRL: Yes GOTTEN TATTOOS: Yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: Yes BEEN IN LOVE: A few times. STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes

♡ ARE THEY ♡

A VIRGIN: No A KISSER: Yes SCARED EASILY: Startled frequently, scared? Not so much. JEALOUS EASILY: No TRUSTWORTHY: Yes IN LOVE: No SINGLE: Yes (multiship so verse dependent on these)

♡ RANDOM QUESTIONS ♡

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: Yes THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: Yes ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: Twice WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Yes DROVE A CAR: Yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: Yes HAVE ANY FEARS: Not being able to protect his loved ones

♡ FAMILY ♡

SIBLINGS: Depends on verse. Otherwise no. PARENTS: Mother lives in Cali at a nice retirees center. Father is passed. CHILDREN: Yes. Estranged. PETS: Medusa (A tuatara from @deviancybydesign, I haven’t answered the ask yet sfdgdg), Fat Sausage (Black throat monitor, therapy animal), Koalemos ( Bouvier Des Flandres from @huntexe, therapy animal)

tagged by: stolen from @elijahempatheos tagging: you know if you havent done it you prolly will anyways

#【deceмвer ѕoɴɢѕ ɴo loɴɢer ι ѕιɴɢ】⌫ / headcanons /#suicide ment /#self harm ment /

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stainedcarmine · 2 years

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Aloof, Resentful, and Deeply Broken. For 495 years, Flandre has been locked in the basement or the Scarlet Devil Mansion, tortured and tormented by her so-called “sister” and only living relative, Remilia Scarlet.

She was never allowed out of her cell, so she’s never had freedom. Ever since she was 15, she’s never had a happy moment in her life. She’s never had a friend, never fallen in love, and never been loved. All she’s ever known since being imprisoned is hate, pain, and despair.

She holds a deep seated mistrust of others, stemming from the fact that none of the other residents of the mansion even so much as spoke to her, let alone tried to stop Remilia.

She is very guarded and tries not to let anyone get too close to her. Having said that, she is woefully unaware of the world beyond her cage, leaving her naive about most aspects of life.

Flandre appears to be a girl in her mid to late teens. She has blonde hair and red eyes.

Probably the most striking thing about Flandre is her "seven-colored wings". Most are fascinated with them, and wonder as to how she acquired them, suspecting that perhaps she lost her wings or was simple born without them.

In actuality, and upon closer inspection, one would notice that the "wings" are actually iron rods jutting out of her back, and the "crystals" are actually shards of broken stained glass fastened to the iron rods as some sort of decoration.

Looking closely, one would find that her body is in poor shape, showing signs of the torment she endured during her nearly 500 years imprisoned within the dungeon of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. She is thin from centuries of malnourishment and starvation, leaving her underweight.

If one pays careful attention, they will notice her body is riddled with numerous scars of all kinds, some of which are still in the process of healing. Pits, cuts and burns can be faintly seen in certain areas, most of which are undergoing a slow healing process due to the wounds being inflicted by one of the many weaknesses vampires are known for.

The most prominent scars on her body are the ones upon her back. Two large scars are all that remains to mark where the wings she was born with were located. About a century and a half into her imprisonment, Remilia decided to take away her wings. Using silver weapons and magic, the entirety of Flandre's wings were severed and torn out of her back.

As a vampire's wings are a symbol of pride among the race, losing hers was huge loss for Flandre. In her grief at having lost them, she took two iron rods from her cell and bent them into the shape of wings before thrusting them into her back as replacements for the wings that she lost.

The skin around the wounds created by the rods grew around them over time, leaving gnarled flesh fused to the rods. This mangled area is normally hidden beneath her clothes, but is by far the most gruesome scars upon her body.

Capable of Destroying Absolutely Anything.

Flandre's unique ability is that of destruction. She is able to destroy things with ease, making her an extremely dangerous individual. By pouring her power into the point where the tension is highest, the eye, she is able to destroy the target with merely a gesture, crushing the eye of the target in her palm and bringing about its destruction.

During the 495 years she spent imprisoned in the basement of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Flandre all but mastered this ability. Now able to control it to great degree, she no longer uses this ability without meaning to, which is both a good and bad thing. She no longer loses control of her powers, but as she has absolute control over it she is able to target things more specifically. While before she could only target the sum of an object, say a table for instance, now she can target a specific part of the object, say a particular leg of the table, and destroy that and that alone while leaving the rest of the table untouched.

When Flandre destroys something using her ability, the target is destroyed in the manner most suitable to its structure. Glass and porcelain will shatter. Wood will splinter apart. Bones will fracture and organs will rupture. Stone will crack and crumble. Volatile substances will combust and detonate. Liquids will evaporate and gases will dissipate. Whichever is the logical conclusion and most likely case will happen.

If something lacks a point of highest tension, it cannot be affected by Flandre's power. Things like concepts which lack substance, metaphysical entities, beings outside of time and space which lack physical form, and things that while they exist, have no perceptible qualities that could give them a point of highest tension, resulting in uniformity. Thoughts, dreams, ideals, morality, time, and space are a few examples of things that cannot be targeted with her ability.

The limits to what she can destroy depends upon her own imagination and creativity. She can be specific or broad in what she targets. A whole human, or a singular bone within that human's body. A large tree, or a single branch. An entire meadow, or one tiny little flower within it. As long as she can define it and grasp the point of highest tension, she can destroy it.

In order for Flandre to be able to destroy something, she must first be aware of its existence. To destroy something is to, in effect, deny its existence. Thus, to deny something's existence you must first be aware of it. If Flandre is unable to fully grasp something, she cannot destroy it. Extra-dimensional entities which only insert a portion of their bodies into a dimension at any given time cannot be destroyed unless Flandre can perceive its form entirely.

Last but not least, Flandre's ability hinges upon her perspective. The way things are defined is in relation to her point of view. If there are three plates in front of her and she chooses to destroy the one on the left, the one that corresponds to the left from her viewpoint is destroyed, even though someone sitting across from her might perceive it as the plate on the right being destroyed.

Therefore, if Flandre were to step back and think of things from a different point of view, she could potentially achieve unconventional results. If Flandre were to destroy an ice cube for instance, she could simply shatter it to pieces. However, there would still be ice remaining in this case. So if she were to change her perspective, to look at the problem from a different angle, to deny the existence of the ice as it intrinsically is, she could potentially achieve a different result. In this case, what destroying the ice means is subjective, as there's multiple ways to destroy it. While breaking the ice is one way to destroy it, another way is to simply melt the ice, turning it into water. So with that in mind, should Flandre change her perspective, destroying the ice could result in instantly melting the ice into water, or evaporating it into steam.

Aside from Flandre's innate ability, she also possesses the abilities typical of her species.

Being a Vampire, Flandre has tremendous strength, speed, and stamina that are characteristic of her species, along with amazing regenerative properties, being able to summon many demons at once to do her bidding, and even shape shifting into a bat, the latter two of which she doesn’t actually know how to use.

Due to being locked up in the basement for almost 500 years, she has had plenty of time to hone her destructive skills. She has all but mastered it, making her a deadly opponent to face on your own.

In her possession is the Lævateinn, an ancient weapon of Norse mythology said to be capable of burning the world down. It was stolen from the Mansion’s Armory by Flandre during her escape, unbeknownst it’s sheer destructive might. As a result, she has yet to learn how to wield it’s true power, and remains unaware of it’s status as a weapon of mass destruction.

#Flandre | Forsaken Scarlet #Character Profile #Canon Character #Do Not Reblog #tw; gore #tw; torture #tw; torture mention #tw; starvation #tw; starvation mention

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no-white-knights-blog · 6 years

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Halo - An Etrian Odyssey Novel (Chapter 37/50)

Notes: I can probably finish posting all the chapters today if I try, I don’t have much else to do :/

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Sage felt even more disoriented than he had been earlier, gaining consciousness and groaning as he turned his cheek against the cold, smooth surface he was lying on, coughing hard and reaching up to hold his throat as he rolled onto his stomach and struggled to push himself onto his knees, lifting his head dizzily when he heard clapping.

"Welcome!" a man in the garb of a hexer greeted Sage, standing on a section of the floor that was raised a little higher than the rest of the ground, with steps leading up to it, "It took my pawn quite a while to locate you, but I'm so happy you could finally join us!"

Sage tensed up substantially from the ominous words, eyeing the strange man critically and noting the dark hair and equally dark eyes that didn't seem to fit with his sickly pale skin. The survivalist tore his eyes away from the strange man to instead glance around the room he was in, mildly stunned at how beautiful it was.

The floors were marble, and there were carved pillars along the walls, tapestries hanging beside framed paintings and windows that were wide open, showing the perfect view of High Lagaard. Sage was a little surprised to find he wasn't too far from the inn, swallowing the knot in his throat and stowing the way his heart was racing at the thought that he could easily escape.

Dyria was probably so worried...

"Oh now, boy, don't get any silly ideas," the hexer chided, and Sage tore his eyes away from the window, "If you try to escape, I'll just kill your friends."

Sage sucked in through his teeth, fingers curling into the knees of his pants. His attention was drawn away from the hexer and to the left, where Flandr was standing between the steps that lead to the strange man and where Sage was kneeling. His head was bowed and he was holding his left forearm with his right hand. Sage vaguely recalled the landsknecht stabbing himself in order to keep himself from hurting Sage any more than he had, but...

He frowned and sat back on his heels, reaching up to touch the scar on his head, a scar that Flandr had caused. Sage wasn't sure how it had happened, what prompted it, but his memories had returned. He remembered everything, from the simple request Eliath had taken to how desperately Lesai was rejecting it, even Naylin getting so excited after meeting Hamza.

Sage almost laughed. Who knew he would end up meeting that man again?

He lifted his eyes again, "Flandr?" the landsknecht tensed up, "It wasn't your fault. You were being controlled, but listen. Those marks, I know someone who has a similar curse. It can be healed!"

Flandr looked over at Sage in disbelief, and the hexer laughed, "What a desperate attempt at swaying him! It's too late, sweetheart, I have him firmly in my grasp."

"That's not true though, is it?" Sage asked defiantly, glaring at the hexer, "He kept himself from hurting me by stabbing himself. What will you do if he just cuts off his arm, huh?"

The hexer laughed again as Flandr gave Sage a disbelieving look, "The curse is in his blood, child. He can cut off as many limbs as he likes, I can still control him. I could stop his heart if I chose it."

"Why?" Sage asked, shaking his head, "Why are you doing this? What's the point? What are you trying to accomplish?"

The hexer beamed, as if he'd been waiting for that question, and set a hand on his chest, "Forgive my manners, I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Aerlorn, and for the past sixty years I've been searching for something legend calls the Lapis Galəksē."

Sage frowned and squinted, "I've never heard of that. What is it?"

The hexer threw a hand up and sighed, "Of course you haven't, no one has. The academies have buried all the history surrounding that stone, burned it all until all that was left were ashes and ruins and a bedtime story," he stepped back and dropped into a chair behind him, folding his arms.

Sage looked over at Flandr as if the landsknecht would have an explanation, but he just shook his head a little to show he didn't really understand it either, so Sage turned his attention back to Aerlorn, "What is it, then? And what does Historia have to do with it?"

"See, boy, that's what I want to know too," Aerlorn held a hand out, "That stone has a very distinct energy, and from what I've discovered, your guild radiates with that energy. You, your landsknecht, the war magus and the hexer, all of you have come in contact with the stone at some point. The only reason it could be so strong was if one of you had it in your possession, but I've looked through all of the belongings that Historia carried with them, stripped down the war magus and the hexer, and interrogated them, but neither of them have the stone, and the landsknecht doesn't have it," he smiled a little, "I haven't checked you yet, though."

Sage opened and closed his mouth before whispering, "Naylin and Lesai... they're alive?"

"Indeed," Aerlorn said cheerfully, "Although alive may not be the best word to use. They're not dead yet, but they aren't exactly living. Now," the curls of his robes slithered along the marble floor towards Sage, who scrambled backwards on his hands and knees, "How about you? Do you have the stone in your possession?"

Sage yelped when the ends of the hexer's robes wrapped around both his wrists, similar to what happened with Flandr's bandages, dragging him across the floor until he was kneeling in front of the stairs, "Stop! I don't have it!" he insisted, "I don't even know what it is! I've never heard of it before!" he lifted himself onto his knees and pulled at his wrists, "What's so important about it, anyway?"

Aerlorn leaned forward in his seat, simultaneously dragging Sage closer and reaching out to take hold of his chin, "Legend tells it that the stone was mined from the very roots of the first Yggdrasil tree. Naturally that part could be a myth, but the power it's said to possess certainly isn't. You've heard that certain gems and stones can hold special properties, the ability to aid in healing or strength?"

Sage was scowling, cringing at the touch of Aerlorn's cold hand squeezing his cheeks, "I've heard a few things like that," he answered, and the hexer smiled, his thumb rubbing over Sage's bottom lip.

"Lapis Galəksē has power like that, according to the legends. Power to heal, power to kill, power to create and destroy, but it comes at a price. It isn't possible for any one person to control that much power, it was too dangerous, so it was hidden away hundreds of years ago, in a grotto tucked securely and safely in a quaint little village that was home to hexers and dark hunters predominately.

"Of course, I don't know the full story of what happened, but around eighty years ago, the gem disappeared. I don't think anyone knows the full story, maybe it was stolen, but the village that had protected it for hundreds of years was destroyed, burned to the ground with only ruins left in its place. For my entire life as a hexer I have searched for this stone, and until Historia came to Lagaard, I was at a dead end," he smiled brightly, "I can't thank you enough for bringing me another clue to aid me in my ambitions."

Sage shook his head, attempted to with the way Aerlorn was holding him in place, "If you don't find it with Historia's guild members, what will you do?"

The hexer seemed to think about it before humming, "Move on I suppose."

"Will you kill us?" Sage asked, and Aerlorn grinned.

"Are you scared?" he whispered, pulling Sage closer, "I like it when you're scared."

Sage scowled, "You can try killing me if you want," the scowl turned into a smirk, "Just know if you do, you'll never be able to live peacefully, because my guild leader will hunt you down until the end of time."

Aerlorn barked a laugh, "Your guild leader. You mean that dark green haired survivalist? He went missing in the Labyrinth the same time I captured those other two."

Sage fought the pain those words brought him and just shook his head, "No, not Eliath. I'm not a member of Historia any longer. I'm from a guild called Halo, and my leader...," he smiled, "He has experience annihilating people who hurt those he cares about."

The hexer didn't look the least bit intimidated, and simply smirked, "How exciting," he thrilled, his thumb pressing against Sage's bottom lip, "Before I'm annihilated then, I should have some fun with you. I've spent the last three months playing around with your war magus and hexer, but I've gotten bored with them. You, on the other hand," he licked his lips, and Sage's eyes grew wide, "I may never get bored with you."

He tried to jerk away from the man, just as Flandr stalked forward, but the hexer lifted a hand and the landsknecht stopped as if he'd walked into a wall, gritting his teeth and cringing as something dark red and black dripped from his nose.

"Don't interrupt me, puppet, you've played your part," Aerlorn chided, waving a hand that had Flandr flying back and hitting one of the pillars before collapsing to his hands and knees, "Now, Seara was it?" he turned back to Sage and the curl of robes wrapped tighter around the survivalist's wrists pulled him closer, "I'm going to do something very generous," the hexer took Sage's chin in his hand, "I'm going to let you see those two from Historia. How does that sound?"

Sage's eyes widened in surprise, "Naylin and Lesai? I can see them?"

"You'll be staying with them until I come to get you," Aerlorn decided, rubbing Sage's bottom lip again, "I'll interrogate you, and just so I know you're not lying, to prove you aren't hiding the Lapis Galəksē, I'll have to strip you of your clothes," Sage paled in fear as the hexer smiled brightly, "I think I'll enjoy that part."

He released Sage, finally, and snapped his fingers, prompting several men who Sage assumed were guards to enter through a door, as if they'd been waiting for orders, "Bring him to the back with the other two, but don't chain him up. I doubt he could do much damage."

"You shouldn't underestimate me," Sage warned, not fighting the hands that grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"True, but I cannot wait to find out."

He snapped his fingers again, and the guards began to drag Sage back towards the door they'd entered from. Flandr stood up as Sage was pulled back, wiping his hand under his nose to wipe the blood away and meeting Sage's eyes. The survivalist just smiled at the landsknecht.

"It's okay," he assured, "I don't blame you, and I forgive you for everything that happened."

Flandr seemed to clench his teeth, lips in a tight line, and bowed his head low, hands clenched into tight fists. Sage continued to smile until the door had closed, only then did he let his fear overtake him and choked a little, biting his lip and willingly following the guards who lead him down the halls.

It didn't make much sense, how could that crazy man have so many people following him without question? One look towards their hands and their necks answered that question, because there were black marks marring their skin; curse marks. That hexer didn't have loyal followers, he had minions he controlled, and Flandr... he was one of them. That just made Sage feel sicker. He knew Flandr had been the one to attack them in the Labyrinth, he went so far as to scar him, but Sage didn't blame him, and he wasn't mad. He was horribly sad, because someone he cared about was in pain, forced to turn on his family. Sage was angry at Aerlorn, but Flandr... he just wanted him safe again.

Sage's thoughts were drawn away from the landsknecht when the men stopped at a door that seemed to be made of iron, locked several times from the outside, and held his breath as they pulled it open. The light inside was dim, with nothing but candles lining the wall lit with bright flames. One of the guards pushed Sage through the door and into the room, and he fell to his knees before looking over his shoulder and watching as the door was closed behind him.

He let out a huff of breath and pushed his hair behind his shoulder before touching his neck, which was tender and sore, there was likely a dark bruise there from Flandr strangling him. Well, it seems that the real attacker had been Aerlorn, manipulating Flandr through the curse on his arm, but regardless, it hurt badly. Not that Sage had long to think about it, as the sound of chains clanging together drew his attention to the far wall in front of him, where two silhouettes were hanging.

Their arms were stretched above their heads, wrists tightly locked in cuffs and hanging. Their feet were touching the ground, but they appeared to be too exhausted to hold themselves up, and just let themselves hang.

"I really have gone crazy," the man on the left laughed and lifted his head, "I could swear you look just like Seara."

"Naylin!" Sage gasped and scrambled to his feet, darting forward and wrapping his arms around him in a hug that he winced at, cursing.

"Easy, I'm wounded," the war magus hissed, "There's a pretty bad gash in my shoulder and you're kind of rubbing against it."

"Oh!" Sage leaned back, pulling his hands against his chest before reaching out to the wound in Naylin's left shoulder, wincing, "This is really bad."

"It's been getting worse and worse for the past three months," Naylin sighed, leaning his head forward and setting it against Sage's shoulder, "It's really you then, I'm not hallucinating."

"It's really me," Sage laughed, reaching up and petting back Naylin's hair, "You've got a fever."

"My shoulder is kind of infected and making me sick," Naylin laughed weakly, "The worst part is I am one hundred percent certain Lesai could've busted us out of here, but he's still waiting for a sign of some sort."

Sage pulled away, and Naylin leaned back against the wall, watching the survivalist as he hurried over to the other man hanging from the wall, "Lesai?" Sage reached out to hold the hexer's cheek, urging him to lift his head, "God, you look terrible. You're both burning up from fever."

"Their interrogation," Naylin stated, "It was basically just torture. Three months... I can't remember the last time they brought us food. My back is shredded, I don't know what they did to Lesai."

Sage looked back at the hexer, who had his silver eyes half open, staring down like he couldn't comprehend what was happening, "Can I do something? These chains..."

"There's a latch," Naylin nodded towards the wall between himself and Lesai, "Flip it, it'll give the chains more slack and we can rest our arms."

"Okay," Sage side stepped and yanked on the latch Naylin had motioned to, lunging back to catch Lesai when the chains went slack and the hexer fell forward, wincing as Naylin hit the ground hard, "I-I'm sorry, there's only one of me-."

"No, all good," Naylin grunted, struggling to his hands and knees, holding his left arm against his stomach and grabbing his upper arm, squeezing it and groaning, "How's Lesai?"

Sage lowered himself to his knees, holding Lesai against his chest, "I can't tell. He's breathing, but he's not responding to me," he sat back, inching over to Naylin, and letting Lesai lie with his head on the survivalist's lap.

Naylin struggled to sit up, slumping against Sage and sighing heavily, "Better, thanks," he laughed weakly, "I'm glad you're alive, Seara."

Sage set his head on top of Naylin's, "I'm glad you're alive too," he whispered, "I'm sorry. My head... because of that hit, I lost my memories for a while. Until recently I'd forgotten your names, I'd forgotten Historia, and until a while ago I didn't remember what happened at all. I swear if I'd remembered I would've come sooner."

"Nah," Naylin hummed, "It's okay. I'm just seriously happy you're here now. Well, no, not really. I would've preferred it if you'd lost your memory forever if it meant you wouldn't have to deal with this."

"Don't worry about that," Sage laughed breathlessly, "No, we won't be here much longer. I'll get us out somehow. There's a medic, he can help you both, okay? Just... stay strong and don't die."

He went to close his eyes, but tensed up when Lesai pushed himself to his knees, hands on the ground and head bowed, his red hair a mess on his head and the hood of his cloak torn off. Sage leaned forward and reached out to him, sensing his distress, but his hand barely touched his shoulder when Lesai murmured.

"El..."

Sage blinked, pulling his hand back with a gasp as the cuffs around Lesai's wrists shattered without any pressure or attack. The cuffs around Naylin's wrists broke off as well, and he lifted his arms to look at his hands, narrowing his eyes.

"You could've done that this whole time?" he asked, and Lesai stood up, swaying on his feet and propping himself against the wall with one hand, "Guess they didn't make the room hexer-proof."

"What?" Sage scrambled to his feet, "Lesai, please lie down, you have a fever-."

He was cut off when cracks began to form along the wall, and grabbed Naylin's arm, hauling him to his feet and letting the war magus lean heavily against him as the wall began to crumble beneath Lesai's hand.

"How are you doing that?" Sage breathed, lifting his arm as dust filled the room, light cutting through it as the wall crumbled completely with a deafening boom.

"Okay, cool, an escape route you could've made three months ago," Naylin said, "A really loud escape route."

Sage turned with Naylin still leaning heavily against him, his eyes widening when the door opened to reveal Flandr. The landsknecht's eyes met Sage's and he frowned, but he didn't make a move to stop them, just stood there.

"Go," he said finally, and Sage's eyes widened a fraction more, "I'll hold them off, but I won't be able to for long, so run."

"Come with us," Sage said quickly, and Flandr's lips twisted into a painful smile.

"I can't," he stated simply, reaching over to his left arm, "Hurry."

Loud yells echoed from the hall, and Flandr stepped back, slamming the door shut. Sage pinched his eyes closed and turned, dragging Naylin along beside him as he started for the hole in the wall, grabbing Lesai as he passed. He wanted to help Flandr, he wanted to fight beside him and take him back to the inn, to the hospital, surely Lynus and Emery could figure out a way to break the curse on him when working together, but he couldn't, not yet at least. He had to focus on getting Naylin and Lesai to safety first, then he could go back for Flandr.

"Where are we going?" Naylin asked weakly, and Sage looked up at the sun that was setting.

"Flaus Inn. My guild is there, they'll help us."

"Your guild?" Naylin repeated in question, and Sage laughed a little.

"It's a really long story."

#EO #Etrian Odyssey #guild halo #look theyre alive and free #except for flandr #i'm sure he'll be fine

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