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creative-caramel-coffee · 9 months

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The Bear || Chapter 1

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3.3K

TW: alcohol, underaged drinking (mentioned)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

A/n Whats this a series??? Insane right??? Also this is my longest posted fic yet :)

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

“Uncle Tony do we have to do this? I mean I’m not even that special.” You grumbled from the backseat.

“Yeah sure L/n because everyone can shapeshift and teleport”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I can fight.” You shot back

“You can turn into a literal bear if you want of we both know you can fight. With the right training.” He rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure. I mean I can take myself back right now.”

“No we’re five minutes away now just sit tight and look out the window or something.”

“Whatever” you grumbled pulling out your phone and mindlessly scrolling through instagram. After what felt more like five seconds happy pulled up and stopped the car opening the door for tony as you opened your own door and got out muttering something about being too rich for door handles. You stretched and popped your back making tony wince at the sound he hated.

“Let’s go glow stick enough trying to light up by breaking your back. I’ll take you to your room before I have you meet the team.” You dragged your feet as you followed him into the foyer of the avengers tower and watched as he pressed the button for the right floor.

“You Wanda and Natasha will be sharing a floor.”

“That’s the black widow and scarlet witch right?” You asked not being one to follow the news much.

“Yep. The redheads.” He winked knowing you were gay. You hid a blush and shoved him.

“Shut up uncle tones” you grinned. The lift pinged and tony began walking you down the hall. “This rooms Natasha this one’s Wanda’s” he said gesturing loosely at the closed doors. “And this one’s yours. I trust you can-“

“Get my own bags? sure pops.” You winked and with a small pop you vanished. Tony groaned hating when you did that.

He slumped slightly in the hall. “Jarvis please keep me updated on her position in the tower and alert me if she goes anywhere near the lab.” He grumbled. Nat’s door opened and she poked her head out frowning at tony.

“Tony what are you doing? Who are you talking to?”

“I was- never-mind I’ll explain at the meeting.” He said waving a hand and going back to the lift. Nat shrugged retreating back into her room.

With a pop you arrived back at the car and opened the boot pulling out your backpack and two suitcases before holding them all and teleporting you and your things back to your new room.

With a sigh you began unpacking knowing no matter how much you may avoid to you had to go back across the country to get the rest of your things. You stood, taking a deep breath and preparing for the long jump before disappearing with a pop.

Your head spun as you reappeared in your bedroom back home, hundred of miles away from the tower. You stumbled grabbing your box of art supplies you didn’t want to risk damaging on the long car trip. Sucking in another deep breath you teleported back. The dizziness was much worse now. Two big jumps without rest in close succession wasn’t good for you. Before you could fall over you set down the box on the floor and passed out onto the bed with a loud crash.

A few moments later Natasha entered the room looking at your unconscious form and bags around the room and frowning.

“What the hell” she muttered “Jarvis?”

“Yes Ms Romanoff.”

“Who is this?”

” Ms Y/n l/n is the niece of Tony stark.”

“Alright and what is she doing here?”

“Ms l/n’s uses to the avengers will be great thanks to her-“

“alright Jarvis that’s enough” tony said walking in the door after receiving an alert that his niece had passed out.

“Yes yes she’s my niece.”

“Tony she can’t-“

“Can’t be here. Sure she can, she’s here isn’t she? Pass me that backpack Romanoff”

He said gesturing to your small backpack by the desk. Natasha frowned and picked it up shoving it into Tony’s chest.

“Less attitude Romanoff” he grumbled.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “What did Jarvis mean she has great value to the avengers?”

“Ask her yourself” he said pulling a small vile and a pack of gum from the front pocket. He broke the vial open and waved it under your nose. Your eyes screwed shut.

“Tony what the hell is going on?” Nat asked

You screwed up your face. “Tony” you whined “why couldn’t you let me sleep it off like normal” you whined eyes still shut.

“Sleep what off tony? what’s going on?” nat asked again.

Tony pulled a strip of gum from the pack and unwrapped it shoving it in your mouth.

“Chew. And I woke you up because you can’t meet the team if you’re unconscious idiot” he grumbled.

“Whatever. And those are for emergencies only.”

“Whatever i live with you now I’ll just make you more. Or make Bruce make you more.” He grumbled.

You cracked an eye open finally noticing nat who was stood watching unamused.

“Oh hi.” You said

“Hi?” Nat said sounding unsure.

“I’ll leave you two to it then.” Tony said winking at you and leaving before you could protest.

“Let’s try that again shall we?” You said standing up and brushing invisible dust from your clothes and extending a hand. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n” you said. Nat took your hand raising an eyebrow at your last name being different to Stark’s.

“Natasha but you can call me Nat.” She said her grip was firm and you could feel the callus’s of long days spent training on her palms.

“Well not the best first impression.” You chuckled putting the vile and pack of gum back into your backpack.

“What is that stuff?” Nat said raising a brow.

“Oh uncle tony makes it. Its energy gum a special type he made for me so i can recharge the battery after long jumps.” You said and Nat had about a thousand more questions.

“Long jumps?” She asked.

“Oh he didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“This.” You said disappearing with a pop and appearing behind her tapping her shoulder. Nat spun around.

“Super speed?” She asked.

“Nope.” You said popping the p. “Teleportation. And..” nat blinked and suddenly a bunny was sat by her feet.

“Shapeshifitng?” She said sounding impressed. With a pop you stood before her again.

“Yep” you smiled.

“Alright ill admit that’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah. Well I’m sure you have important things to do before the meeting this afternoon. Tony wants to introduce me to the team and i need to unpack.” You said wiping your hands on your paint stained jeans one of your nervous habits.

“Yeah. Well I’ll see you around L/n” she smiled and patted your shoulder before leaving and closing the door softly.

The day went quickly as you unpacked. The meeting was smooth with the team impressed and curious about your powers. You must have answered a hundred questions before tony stepped in. You shifted to about six different animals and teleported to get them all ice-cream from downtown as proof and just like that they all loved you. Apparently ice cream was a weak point for the group of earths mightiest hero’s. After the meeting was over you couldn’t help the fact your eyes lingered after the goddess you had come to know as Wanda. She was just so perfect. Her hips swished slightly as she walked away and you had to stop yourself from drooling. A crush was forming just like that. But you knew you had to pace yourself. You had plenty of people end things with you for being “too much” and you didn’t want another heartbreak.

As you walked back to your room you smiled to yourself. You grabbed your backpack and sketchbook and walked down to the grounds. Picking a tree and sitting under it. You opened your back and buried your nose in your sketchbook. So for the next few hours you sat trying to capture every last detail your brain could remember about Wanda’s face. After a few hours you had a beautiful drawing of the redhead and you smiled shutting. Putting on the finishing details you were so wrapped up in it you didn’t hear the footsteps approach until the person spoke to you.

“I was wondering where you had run off to.” Nat said sitting beside you. You quickly slammed the book shut but not before nat saw the picture. She grinned and raised a brow.

“Your an amazing artist.” She said and you flushed.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You said.

“What that your a good artist?” She said grinning coyly

“No. About the drawing. You weren’t suppose to see that.” You said still bright red you slipped the sketchbook back into your backpack.

“My lips are sealed.” She said. “But before i say anything else. She single.” Nat winked before getting up and turning to leave.

“Nat?” You said and she turned around again.

“Yes?”

“Did you come to tell me something or just tease me?”

“Oh lunch is ready Wanda made a bit of a fancy meal for your arrival. Something tells me she likes you.” Nat winked and started to walk off. You hid your face in your hands. Grabbing your backpack before teleporting back to your room and dropping your bag on the bed before teleporting to the hall by the kitchen and strolling in.

“Something smells good.” You said and Wanda looked up and smiled.

“I just sent nat to get you.” She smiled. And you grinned as Nat walked in.

“Looks who’s here.” Wanda said pointing the spatula at you and smiling. Nat frowned at your cheeky grin.

“Must be a sixth sense” you said and winked at nat.

“Or you just teleported.” Tony said walking in and Wanda burst out laughing.

“Your no fun tones.” You fake glared at him.

“Bite me bear.” He said. Using your playful nickname for you. He loved bears and you often turned into one for him when he was drunk and sad so it became a name for you. Of course nobody would ever know that the great tony stark was cheered up by riding a big fluffy brown bear around his backyard in his late twenties. He couldn’t count the number of times he fell asleep running his hands through the fur of a sleeping bear cub in his lap. You brought him a comfort only family did. One he had failed to receive for years after his parent, your grandparents died. One you had also lost when your mother and father died also.

Wandas calls for lunch broke you from your thoughts as the boys all tumbled into the kitchen. You were introduce to the two girls you hadn’t seen before. Just getting back from their mission you learnt the blonde was Yelena, Natasha’s sister and Kate was Clint’s protege. You sat down feeling that maybe your family had grown a bit bigger. And maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Just a reminder your party is tonight to welcome you to the avengers.” Tony said slapping your back as he walked past to get his morning coffee.

“I heard the great tony Stark’s parties aren’t the same as they used to be. Hope I’m not disappointed.” You grinned taking another swig of your coffee.

Tony grumbled something about being domestic and you chuckled before going to your room to get ready for training.

It was about five when you finally decided on an outfit. The party starts at 7 so you had plenty of time. You had decided on a small sleek black dress that hugged all the right places. Sure you would have preferred a suit but you didn’t feel much like making a stir at your first party. After laying out the outfit you yawned not used to being awake so early in the mornings. Deciding you could take a quick nap you curled up and shut your eyes.

Incessant knocking woke you up with a start.

“Y/N the party started twenty minutes ago get your butt downstairs. Come on your making me look bad” Tony yelled with an almost whine in his voice and you jumped up. Fixing your hair into a fancy up-do and throwing on the dress and some makeup.

As you stepped into the room you realised it was one of Tony’s more calm parties. The avengers were sat around a table drinking and you grabbed yourself a martini before going to sit beside Natasha.

“Your going soft tones.” You grinned and he shot you a glare.

“Am not.”

“Its alright i kinda like domestic you.” You took a long swig from your drink feeling the alcohol go straight to your head.

“So y/n why do you call tony tones?” Wanda asked and you grinned lopsidedly as tony groaned knowing what was to come.

“Well witchy.” You grinned as you watched Wanda fight down a blush. “When my parents so kindly died.” Maybe the alcohol was doing a bit more than you thought. You missed the look of shock on the avengers faces as you continued. “Mr stark here.” You gestured loosely to him “adopted me. I was about sixteen and tones being the fun uncle let me go to his parties. When i was seventeen we were all hanging out, me and Tony’s street scum friends were drinking.”

“You let her drink at 17!!” Nat yelled and you shrugged.

“No point being rich if you don’t break a few laws I guess.” You grinned as tony covered his face with his fingers. “Tonys parties were a lot more wild back then and we had a little family legend me and the street scum.” You said affectionately. “They were my family. Anyways the legend was that if you got tony drunk enough his tone deafness goes away and his awful catawalling turns into the most angelic singing ever. So one night we tested it out and secured some strong liquor. I wont say if it was true or not but tony woke up in Mississippi with a hangover and no clothes.” You grinned and the avengers all started laughing.

“And where did you wake up y/n?” Nat said narrowing her eyes jokingly.

you blushed “w-well thats not important.” Tony seeing his chance to get back at you took it with a grin. “She woke up in Massachusetts with a hangover and a piercing.” You groaned.

“Where?” Wanda asked her curiosity peaking.

“Right here.” You said tapping the helix piercing you always loved but never had the confidence to get without the help of alcohol. “And before tony can convince you otherwise i alway wanted one so its not like i woke up with a piercing elsewhere.” You said pointing tony a sharp look. Tony choked on his drink. “Alright” tony said clapping his hands “change of subject.” And you burst out laughing knowing his piercing was rather … intimate.

“Oh i have plenty more stories of party animal tones over there.” You said tilting your drink in his direction “but I’m not nearly drunk enough yet for that.” You grinned taking a long sip.

“And you wont be tonight.” Nat said taking your drink from you carefully and setting it on the table “this isn’t that kind of party.” She smiled seeing you frown.

“Boring.” You yawned and slumped down the couch.

“So how did you get your powers if you don’t mind me asking?” Clint said eyeing your reaction closely.

“Oh you know, the usual.” You waved your hand dismissively dodging the question and changing topics. Nat and Clint exchanged looks not missing the way your shoulders hand tensed at the topic. Tony shot Clint a dark look telling him to drop it.

The night went well as you and the avengers chatted and shared stories. Nat was careful not to let you drink too much to keep you from embarrassing yourself on your first night. Taking it off you ever twenty minutes for a break. You let her for the most part. After about three hours the team was getting tired and you were mildly drunk despite Nat’s best efforts.

“Come on hot stuff i think its time i take you to bed.” Nat said playfully and your eyes widened. “Not like that.” She scoffed slapping your arm lightly.

“Goodnight everyone I’m taking this one to bed now.” Nat said jabbing a thumb at you and helping you to your feet as you swayed. Nat grumbled not ready for you to get a head injury walking back to your room she scooped you up with little effort. You squeaked slightly and threw you arms around her neck as she carried you bridal style into the elevator. Nat helped you back to your room handing you some of you pyjamas she found in a drawer she smiled at the matching snoopy pj shirt and fluffy pants. Handing them to you she turned her back as you changed. After the shuffling stopped she asked if you were done turning to find your shirt on backwards and a dopy grin on your face. Nat sighed. Turning your T-shirt around by guiding your arms back inside before helping you into bed. You looked adorable in your pjs and she helped take out your hair pins and used a wipe to clean off your makeup. After you were ready she placed a motherly kiss on your forehead and tucked you in. She sat with you until your soft snores filled the room and before she slipped out she put a bottle of pain meds and a glass of water on your bedside. She padded quietly down the hall to her room and slipped out of her fancy clothes changing quickly before getting into her own bed.

You were a puzzle, one she was determined to figure out. When she had heard you had lost your parents she felt almost a primal protection spark in her heart for you. It was almost maternal in nature as despite being almost 22 nat wanted nothing more than to mother you like a child. And it scared her. Yet she couldn’t seem to resist the urge to care for you. She thought you were sweet and she wanted to protect you.

Wanda however had different feelings. Since she had first laid eyes on you she was wrapped around your finger. You were perfect in her eyes. And the night of the party she was awake until the early hours thinking of every moment in great depth all over from the way the dress held you tight in all the right places to the way your grin became lopsided when you drank. All down to how nat had left with you in her arms and a feeling of jealousy sparked in her heart. She knew she had nothing to worry about. Nat was like a mother to all the younger avengers. Peter, Yelena and Kate were basically babied by her all the time. And she saw the love in her eyes for you the moment she met you. She knew you held a special place in Nat’s heart already but she couldn’t help but feel it should have been her who helped you to bed and cared for you. But she didn’t want to scare you away. She couldn’t live with herself if she blew her chance before it really even began.

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medium-bloodcrafter-scion · 10 months

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Theory: Merlins, Morgaines, Oaths

Thinking... thinking. .. what if the way for a Merlin to break an unbreakable Oath is to die - and come back? "

Bear with me.

- The name Natasia can mean 'resurrection' (or 'born on Christmas', which is unrelated lol).

- Selwyn’s second name, Emrys, means 'Immortal.'

- Not sure which exact Celtic knot Sel has tattooed on his chest, but if it's the triquetra below, as some have suggested, this symbol represents the never-ending loop of life, death, rebirth - see a theme?

I've maintained for a while that Natasia is Morgana/Morgaine/Morgan Le Faye-coded, specifically per the earlier depictions of Morgana that painted her as Arthur's benevolent protector, a healer, a scholar, and a shapeshifter over and above being a sorceress. We see Natasia take on these roles - protecting the Scion of Arthur - unknowingly Faye - being a scholar as mentioned by Sel, potentially healing him, and ofcourse she's a powerful sorceress.

Why does this matter? Because in some versions of the legend, Morgana is a student of necromancy, ie magic that involves death and resurrecting the dead, communing with them etc. but is also a catch all term for 'black magic' that's frowned upon or whatever.

Given that Erebus' nickname for Natasia is Nyx, Greek Goddess of the Night, I think it's possible Natasia practices a form of sorcery that she could have used in order to die and return, thereby nullifying the oaths that drive demonia. What if Sel ends up following the same path to be cured? What if that's why she didn't promise that Sel would be cured at all, because it's too dangerous?

Could be interesting.

Anyways just thought to share a theory, if you have other thoughts and ideas, I'm always open to discussion and geeking out together 🤯💭🤔🧐😵

See the link below for further reading on Morgan Le Faye in literature - this is such a worthwhile read, I highly recommend it! Both for Legendborn fans who are curious about the Morgaines (as I am) and for Arthuriana fans in general.

#legendborn cycle #legendborn #selwyn kane #natasia kane #the legendborn cycle #arthuriana #arthurian literature #legendborn theories #tracy deonn #bree matthews

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 1 year

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Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 1)

1. q!Quackity

ducktaur. predominantly golden yellow feathers and bright orange duck legs

partial heterochromia (dark brown with bits of bluish-grey)

his wear is different depending on which language he is maining at the moment

Eng!Q has an eyebrow scar, calloused hands, and some browning feathers. Wears religious jewelry and warm-colored clothes.

ESP!Q has ear piercings and blue-dyed feathers. Always has a clip-on tie and cool colored clothes.

Post-Tilin death, he either has their ribbon as a necktie (ESP) or belt (ENG)

has a pin of the QSMP logo always on his person

Brushes his feathers before teaching class

2. q!Jaiden

she is the cartoon character reflected by the mc skin, though is nonetheless perceived as human

she magical girl transforms into the vtuber fit whenever she wants to. Most of the time, it's to fight or to protect Bobby

she transforms using a magical brooch that resembles the emblem on her vtuber fit. she can add stuff on the brooch to alter her transformed appearance (like changing the bird wings to butterfly ones, or having a shiny rainbow mode)

she made a smaller, less powerful replica of her brooch for Bobby so he can get into armor much faster

she "draws" things out of her inventory with her fingers in the air (think the spellcasting of the witches in The Owl House, but with different symbols)

When Bobby died, her transformed look takes on a more dark and brooding appearance

3. q!Roier

he's not a spider hybrid but like, an actual Spiderman—literally got bit by a radioactive spider and everything

alternates between his superhero suit and a civilian fit. like jaiden, he transforms between fits superhero style

can fire webs from his hands, has slight spider sense, and also venomous saliva (so i beg of you, do not get head from this man)

wears natural makeup bc he likes to. he darkens it a little when he feels particularly vengeful (this is canon but yk)

the spiderman traits also apply to Melissa, whose dyed lingerie is literally weaved from spider webs

Post-Bobby death, he wears more blacks (both in civilian and superhero fits) and a lot more eyeliner

4. q!Bad

humanoid looking demon. resembles a void-like shadow in extreme emotional states

distinctly has a glowing halo. it has long horns growing out of it + a shadowy demon tail

has his mc skin's hoodie but sleeveless. collared shirts of any color is usually under that + beige khakis, white socks and various sneakers!

His hoodie has a small embroidered symbol of the Order Theoritas, hidden near the collar of the hood

his hair is long and usually tied loosely. wears glasses as well

sharp canines make him look a bit catty

his reaper get-up is well-sewn cursed cloth. wearing the fit makes his halo and tail larger, darker, and more shadowy

there's a block of diamond + an image of skeppy always on his person

He lets Dapper wear the ghost chat bell as a tail accessory

5. q!Spreen

werebear. He turns into a human during sunny daytimes, and is otherwise an anthromorphic bear-man.

black bear, like the mc skin

fashion sense however matches the CC; generally street-looking even with the bulk of armor

canines and claws glow when he's fighting someone in bear mode. he grows them out fighting during his human state

smells like cigarettes

6. q!Slime

a player equivalent to minecraft slime

prefers taking on a humanoid appearance, and has taken it long enough to master recolorization of said state. feels uncomfortable taking any other form as well

experiences pain when shifting (i mean that's also canon but yk)

behaves like a magma cube in extreme negative emotional states. will resemble one if you piss him off enough

he has no actual clothes, he shapeshifts the appearance of clothing. (q!Mariana has noticed, and he doesn't like to think too hard about it) his most external layer is armor and glasses.

he and q!Mariana have each a piece of Juanaflippa's shell on their person

7. q!Cellbit

human. well, not completely according to genetics but is more or less perceived as one.

The CC but wearing the blockman-cubito's fits

wears eyeliner to hide the eyebags. This doesnt work and only makes his eyes more expressive

a shadow looms the upper half of his face whenever he's being super weird and mysterious. It darkens when he's consciously about to do something really bad in a dramatic anime way; this is much more emphasized if he puts on his goggles

he paints his nails and the paint always trails. these glow sailor moon style when he comes into contact with the blood of any living creature

has a caffeine addiction

The chainsaw scars are deep enough that Cellbit doesn't like looking at himself when changing; he forces it though to remember why he's doing anything at all

Taught Richas how to draw the symbol for the Ordo Theoritas. He also has the symbol pressed into the leather of his gloves

8. q!Wilbur

humanoid man of unidentified species. perceived as human.

really is human looking, minus the pointy ears and prismatic irises

wears clear glasses. yellow sweater + sleeveless brown longcoat + grey jeans + black boots

has a black scarf and red beanie both made of wool and embroidered with gold threaded flowers.

always has a guitar on his person. since tallulah entered his life, he's let her put stickers and draw all over it.

They jam together when they can

may or may not have an enchanted singing voice

part 2

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

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sparrow-in-boots · 11 months

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amanda the adventurer and fairies (if you even care)

imo we're too focused on christian mythos with all the demons and sacrificial lambs, and forgetting the very pointed celtic mythology cues in this narrative and I'm here to be the change I wanna see in the world, so let's go!

game spoilers below, you know the deal uwu

I think the biggest hint that we should not get hung up on Christian mythology, is the fact that in the very introduction with the letter by Aunt Kate, she pointed says "by the gods." Not "by God", gods plurals. We're to take a polytheistic angle with this, but which exactly is nebulous at first.

Behind the Catching Up With Colton news clipping, there's news about a Celtic relic, the crown of the stag, being stolen, and suspicion of a gang called the Demons. This was pointed out as an easter egg from another game, but I feel there's more to it.

For the most obvious lead, there's the Pied Piper theory for Hameln entertainment, which is a fairytale. In the Coffee Break tape, we see how Sam wanted to "show the world is a magical place" which I do believe he meant as just that, being optimistic as he's characterized, but that's also a lot of settings in fairytales. There's the known world and the fantastical, magical world. And to expand on that, the setting of the story being limited to a single city and community instead of being something with a broader reach matches the usual setting of a fairytale being restricted to a single village or town. Not that unlike the Pied Piper story itself, set in the city of Hamelin.

If you really want to squint at it, things such as baking and sending cookies as a form of thanks, while pretty common daily life things are also linked to rituals to pacify the fey and offer thanks to magical beings. Cookies and pies are also incredibly common baked goods in fairytales, and for instance, the tale of Hansel and Gretel has a house of candies that lure them inside, to a witch who would fatten them up and eat them. While sweets are present in the tapes, they are often exchanged for pieces of meat and organs, almost as if they are interchangeable.

Bringing it back to the Celtic Relic clipping, there's a long explanation that the crown was given as a peace promise between the Fey and the human kings. As such, let's take a look at Celtic mythology.

Foxes in myth are messengers between worlds and are often connected to the afterlife. Also, foxes are often portrayed as fey-aligned creatures, due to their mischievous and cunning nature. Also to go broader than that, there are the myths of Reynard the Fox, a trickster spirit in folktales across Europe that often coexists with Isengrim the Wolf. It's also a common trope that foxes can shapeshift.

Picking a fox to die in a hidden bear trap is quite symbolic in itself. The fairytale character who outwits all and escapes the most difficult situations has been bested, not only defeated but killed. "Silly Mr. Fox" can not only be a display that there is no clever way out of this trap, but also that traveling between worlds is impossible or will kill you.

Now to the "Lonely Kitten", she's clearly representative of Rebecca, caught in a trap as well and without help in sight. When you try to help her, you end up as one more hanging piece of meat. Cats however are more deeply connected to fairies than foxes, with myths like the Cat-sìth which steal souls from the deceased and can curse folks who won't pacify them. One is even described as "the king of cats." While these cats are described as big as dogs, and black with a spot of white on their chests, choosing a cat is quite the artistic choice.

As for Wooly, sheep have in christian mythos the symbolism of the sacrificial lamb and so on, but let's take a look at Celtic tradition.

In Irish myth, the goddess Brigid (associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals) was the owner of Cirb, a castrated ram who was king of all the rams and sheep of Ireland. Brigid was one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a group of gods that became the Aen Seidhe. The fairies.

Furthermore, Cirb rules even over the seven sheep that belong to Manannán, a warrior god and ruler of the Otherworld, a realm of gods and the dead. He's responsible for keeping it hidden with a veil of invisibility, and it has been pointed out that at least two of the demons Rebecca is made to recite the names of are also granters of invisibility. Not only that, these sheep were fabled to produce enough wool to clothe every man, woman, and child the world over.

In a crossroads of christian and pagan, there's a myth that animals gain the power of speech after the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, including sheep. On most stories, it can only happen when they are observed and are unknowingly overheard by humans. There's also the common trope that children can hear the voice of animals while adults cannot, as a show of the magic of innocence.

I can't quite especulate much beyond this, but I think there's something to chew on here.

#amanda the adventurer #indie horror #rebecca colton #wooly the sheep #sam colton #pardal rambles

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allfandoms-writings · 8 months

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Task Force 141 and their cryptids

alright, so I was in the mood for some spooky shit given that Halloween is only a couple months away and ever since I saw the Azreal skin on Simon I’ve been needing a cryptid version so here ya go. i’m throwing in graves for all the girlies and he’s starting to grow on me. don’t come at me for some of these ideas and/or misrepresentations of any legends this is just my out-of-the-box spin on it (ALSO, I USE THE TERM CRYPTID VERY LOOSELY IT FELT WEIRD CALLING THEM MONSTERS)

Ghost — is a Wraith/Vampire hybrid. He’s able to immaterialize into the shadows and can pick up on the faintest of scents. He has the ability to take small objects with him when he blends in with the shadows (this is usually a knife). The Wraith part of him lets him pick up on auras/presences of other cryptids. The vampire aspect of him only really comes in with the form of teeth and the ability to see in the dark. Wraiths need to consume some form of human being (while it’s usually energy his vampire side can cover it with blood)

Soap — Shapeshifter. Instead of the usual werewolf I see with him, I can picture him as a massive brown bear. You can usually tell what bear is Soap because his form is like 2-3 times the average size of a brown bear. He comes with enhanced strength, endurance and this man eats like nobodies business after he shifts back into his human form. He’s a walking heater (Bones appreciates this because there are days she feels extremely cold)

Gaz — I like to think Gaz would be an offshoot of the Fae (yes, think Maleficent because Gaz would look fucking amazing). While his family tree no longer carries magic, he still retains the wings, horns, and any other supernatural abilities. He has excellent hearing, and while he’s not a huge fan of pure iron (makes him break out in horrible sores) he can shift any part of him into his respective bird of prey (for reference I chose a Golden Eagle)

Price — Dragon. Price is able to cover most of his body in impenetrable scales if the issue arises (though its very itchy when he goes to scratch them off.) He smokes to help the desire to breathe fire and considers his team to be his horde, and refuses to give them up for anything (he had a very hard time giving Bones back to the U.S. military the first time they met because they clicked really well)

Alejandro — Nahual. Shapeshifting is one of the most common forms of monster in this universe, and most retain the animal of their family lineage. Alejandro retains the jaguar, and is able to change his appearance from a normal jaguar to a black jaguar when it pleases him. The only downside to this is that he can retain spots on his skin if he stays a jaguar for extreme extended periods of time

Rudolfo — Also a Nahual. Rudy can take the form of an abnormally large red wolf. He can use aspects of this form without completely shifting (shifts his ears so he has better hearing, nails into claws, teeth into fangs if he’s in a really tight pinch).

Bones — Skinwalker hybrid. This version of Skinwalker is a little different from the legends we have today. Not everyone in the family tree ends up shifting into any form of animal native to their area. They all have the increased abilities (strength, endurance, hearing, sight, etc) but in order to shift they need to experience negative emotions/traumas consistently (most refuse to go into any form of public service for this reason). Once the shift has been made, their eye color shifts to an orange-red that only contacts can hide and they have permanent fangs. Due to the other side of her (which is unknown to her family since her dad never disclosed he was a monster as well) she is able to lure people in with a whistle and all her animals are completely black in color

Graves — Vampire. Not in the traditional sense, either. Sure, he still has to drink blood and watch out for stakes and mind how long he stays in churches/on holy ground, but that’s pretty much it. His species has evolved over time to remove the sun issue one the human population started growing and their fangs can retract a little bit when in the presence of humans, but he’s one of the easier species to get by.

#imagine #call of duty modern warefare ii #call of duty imagine #simon riley #john price #johnny mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #phillip graves #bones enters task force 141 #call of duty oc

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DVD Commentary ask game, from "A Whisper On My Shoulder"! --

“They’ve been naughty,” Gren says. “He told me. I won’t be naughty; I’ll be good.”

There’s such a childish certainty to his words. It makes some part of Percy twist in upset: he remembers Ludwig saying similarly, hoping desperately that if they were good, if they answered the questions, they would be let out of the cells, only bad people go in the cells-

Cass’ presence slides firmly between his thoughts and he pulls himself back into the present. As they watch, the golden-eyed child’s hand falls on Gren’s shoulder. The look the two share is easy to understand, that of an older child to the younger, let me deal with this. As they watch Gren nods and takes the book to return it to a shelf; the golden-eyed child hopping down from his chair and- changing.

He’s tall, as the- the illusion or shapeshifting or whatever it is, fades away. Tall and lean, lean enough it seems odd that he can so easily bear the weight of the burnished golden breastplate, though perhaps that’s a visual illusion with the long, dead-straight fall of black hair, stretching an already narrow face to look longer. He’s a proud, pale face, a narrow nose, shockingly dark eyes given the almost glowing gold of his child-form, a jaw a little wider that quite suits his face, but it suits the expression of annoyed disgust he’s wearing as he steps forward.

It’s only then, as he takes that step closer, that they see the chains, stretching from the breastplate to the necks of four of the children cleaning.

No wonder they can’t leave, Percy thinks. No wonder Mirrell was so sceptical they could do anything.

“Leave,” the eerie man says smoothly. “This is a place for children and happiness, not for-” and he gestures towards them with a long, golden-armoured arm “-grown adults like yourselves. You don’t belong here.”

“Nor do the children you’ve kidnapped,” Vax replies. “They belong with their parents, with their friends-”

“And what of those without parents?” the man asks. “Without friends.” He reaches out a hand to one of the chained children, his gauntleted hand gently caressing back wavy brown curls. He looks them over one by one. “Some of them have no place to go. At least here they are housed and clothed and fed.”

“And what about when you get bored of them?” Vex asks. “When they’re not happy or when they’re not children anymore?” She waves at the children toiling around them, hardly playing or happy, at Gren, warily staying away from the discussion. “When they’re not what you think they should be? What happens then?”

“Why, they are let free of course.” The man says it with such ease that Percy knows it to be a lie. “I wouldn’t keep them here any more than I mean to keep you here. Look, I’ll even give you a gift to send you on your way. I have plenty of fascinating books about all kinds of topics - wouldn’t you like to know about the powers of the Palestone? The limitations of undeath? Gods of secrets and the secrets they hold? There’s so much you might make use of - I could give you any book you wish.”

Keyleth and Vax are stubborn in refusal, Pike too, and Grog beside her is simply disinterested. Vex is interested though, at the least curious about the worth of such tomes, and he sees Tiberius’ face alight at the mere mention of one of his beloved artefacts.

“And what if,” Percy bites out, trying to keep his voice as steady as he possibly can, “The book I wish is a book that I print on the skin I flay from your back?”

I cheated and did more than 500 words :3c

Oh! So I was very much aiming for the kind of real life abuse you can see in cases with a significant power/experience differential, and the way in which abused kids or the abused party in any relationship can find a way to rationalise what was done, be that to them or another. Like. Gren's words are meant to be really uncomfortable, because by rationalising away the Dread Emperor's treatment of the other kids he is setting up the potential for his own self-rationalisation of it later - and kind of revealing the intrinsic authoritarianism of a monarchy, even if led by the best and best intentioned of people.

The Dread Emperor's depiction I was very much trying to invoke some of Michael Jackson's appearance? Because the cast describe the Dread Emperor as "Evil Michael Jackson". And, in some photos, Michael Jackson had a very wide but sharp jaw, and it's a very striking look! Meanwhile Percy, with his taste for aesthetics, gets judgemental because... he would.

The Dread Emperor's little speech and justification to VM is again the rationalisations of an abuser - and also trying to catch them off guard so he can, one way or another, remove them. It's also set up for other things! The Palestone is one of the artefacts Tiberius was after, the limitations of undeath is both relevant to Cass in this AU and a sneaking hint at the next things he offers - knowledge of gods of secrets and the secrets they hold, AKA Vecna.

But of course, Percy's gotta Percy and have a one-liner - that one is taken directly from the clipshow of some of their homegames and I have no idea if this was the context, but it's context that felt like it'd fit to me.

Send me ~500 words from a fanfic I've written and I'll give DVD Commentary-esque explanation of why I wrote it like that

#ghost cass #burr-ell #ask games #fic things #vox machina #ask

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hee-blee-art · 1 year

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“vulnerability” ft. sandman and b.g. (part 2)

[link to part 1] [link to full comic]

[image ID: a comic sketched in blue featuring sandman (he/him), a short fat humanoid creature with long tail, a large wizard hat, and a star design on his chest; and b.g. (any pronouns), a tall buff humanoid shapeshifter with a skeletal face, dark hair, and black sclera.

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[begins with a scene break]

sandman: [blushing and smiling nervously] I, ehm... I haven’t decloaked in front of anyone in... well, ever. sandman: [using his wand to magically undo the stitches holding his form-fitting burlap clothes together] so, you know, bear with me. sandman: [now with his burlap removed, showing him in his same shape, but made entirely of sand] kind of chilly in here, huh? [from out of frame, a thought bubble with b.g. blushing face is shown with the text “oh my moon, why is he so cute?”] [now both sitting down facing each other and both unclothed, b.g. reaches out to hold sandman’s cheek and brushes his ear, making him startle] b.g.: [concerned] what? what’s wrong? [sandman blushes and hides his face] sandman: [stammering] s-sensitive... b.g.: [looking apologetic and pulling his hand back] oh right, I forgot about your ear thing. sandman: [stammering] all my s-sand is sensitive when I-I’m uncloaked... b.g.: oh, so... you’ve never been touched directly before, have you? sandman: ehm... no... [b.g. holds his hand out to sandman and sandman peeks through his fingers at them] b.g.: that’s okay. we can go slow. [sandman takes b.g.’s extended hand, and b.g. brings both of their hands up to his face to hold sandman’s hand against his cheek, then begins to kiss sandman’s fingers. sandman blushes harder and his tail begins to wag as he lovingly repeats b.g.’s name]

[scene break]

sandman: [from out of frame] b.g.? b.g.! were you even listening? [b.g. is standing and blushing, fully dressed in a collared shirt and vest and looking distracted, revealling that the previous scene took place in her imagination.] b.g.: hm? I was, uh... just thinking. sandman: why’ve you been looking at me like that? b.g.: I... [b.g. trails off and all of a sudden her face morphs to be more skeletal and monstrous.] b.g.: [now sweating and yelling] what’s it to you?! sandman: [still out of frame] goodness, b.g., what’s the matter? b.g.: nothing! sandman: but your face; b.g.: [becoming more distressed] ugh! just shut up! [b.g. shifts into a large werewolf form, ripping through the sleeves and pantlegs of her clothes, while sandman watches looking startled] b.g.: [yelling] I’m walking the rest of the way alone! [b.g. runs off away from sandman.] sandman: [looking confused] what in shooting stars was that about? sandman: [now shown to be walking down a path in a forest] sigh... and here I was actually starting to have a good time. I thought they might finally be warming up to me... [b.g. is shown crouching by the side of river, splashing water in their face.] b.g.: [staring hard at their reflection as they shift back to their natural skeletal monstrous form, still blushing] get a grip! it’s not like it means anything. it’s not like I actually have feelings for him. [b.g. pauses for a moment to stare at their reflection and then suddenly dunks their whole head under the water while yelling unintelligibly in frustration.]

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hear me out, the quarry characters as actual wolves. I'm talking fluffy twilight wolves that dont maul you to death on sight.

I've been sitting on this for like a month and I finally cracked 😭this prompt is so cute Hacketeers react to: werewolf s/o!

✧˖° Abi:

Isn't even phased. She had a Twilight phase when she was little, and you bet your ass she was Team Jacob. She's so fascinated by this new canine side of you, especially the mottling of your coat. If she's feeling bold enough, she shyly asks you to shapeshift for her, so she can use you for a pose reference. She was never interested in drawing canines until you came along, and now half of her portfolio are wolves. Abi isn't keen on the idea of you turning her into a werewolf, but she likes to imagine what she would look like as one. If you notice the black wolf with red highlights in her notebook, you don't need to ask who that's based on. There is one thing that she really likes doing, where she puts her hands on the sides of your face and smooshes it. She says you look like a sleepy old bear whenever she does it.

✧˖° Dylan:

Screams. Dylan does not know what the fuck to think about this new revelation. How long have you?? been able to do that??? It will take him some time to adjust, but he eventually comes to love this side of you just as much as the human one. Starts making dog references every chance he gets; probably gonna call you wolfy or puppy now. One of his favorite things is to curl up and take a nap with you in your wolf form, says something about you being really comfy. When he's certain you're the person he wants to spend forever with, he takes you up on your offer to turn him because "Yolo, right?". Comes out the other end with a pretty gray coat, with four white feet that look like socks. He's VERY pressed that he ended up being smaller than you.

✧˖° Emma:

Another unbothered Queen. She's not sure what to think at first, but she accepts you all the same, so long as you don't get fur all over the house. Honestly, there is nothing more she loves than going on a long hike and watching you run around like the big ol' dog you are. There's one day where you accidentally get caught in the background of her Livestream, and she plays it off, saying that you're a wolfdog she recently rescued. Your internet name is now Gumdrop, and you have your own Instagram, TikTok, and miniature fandom. Emma gets so used to calling you Gumdrop online that she starts calling you by it even when you're walking around on two legs.

✧˖° Jacob:

"You can turn into a dog??" All Jacob knows is that he's excited; you're basically an oversized puppy in his eyes. You really expected him to struggle to keep your secret, but he never once slips up, surprisingly. Jacob wants to do all the cute stuff, racing to see who's faster (you're always faster, but sometimes you just let him win), fetch with an oversized frisbee, etc. He wants to be a werewolf so bad that it almost hurts you to hold off on it, but you want to be certain that this is a good idea before you go through with it. It comes as no surprise that he comes out bigger than you, with this brown and black coat that you've never seen before. It's probably for the best, though, because he's always rolling in mud and the singular white spot on the end of his tail is never visible.

✧˖° Kaitlyn:

Jokes on you; she's had her suspicions this whole time. Kaitlyn is one of the few people privy to the whole werewolf thing; she even knows that there are different types. Apparently, one night your tail popped out whilst you were asleep, and she saw it poking out from under the covers the next morning. She really doesn't treat you any differently; at most, she asks you to come along grocery shopping to help her pick out the ripest produce, and if she's suspicious about the age of something, she'll bring it to you to sniff. Kaitlyn takes care of most of the cooking, so you don't really mind. You've saved the both of you from several run-ins with bad food, particularly the questionably dated Peanut Butter Butter Pops that Jacob found last week. One of Kaitlyn's favorite dates is going to a dog park and listening to all the tea. Who knew dogs had so much drama?

✧˖° Laura:

Wow. Okay...you just did that. Laura's more confused as to how the hell you changed forms, more than she is about the whole wolf thing in general. The shock wears off relatively fast for her, she's just too curious to stay surprised. Are there different species? Are any of the myths true? There's a whole notebook dedicated to all she's learned about you, and she somehow figures out that you have a pressure point that makes you shift forms. When she gets into the veterinary program, she asks to practice a lot of the teachings on you, and how can you tell her no when she's already ordered a stethoscope off Amazon? Laura is always very gentle with you when she tries these bizarre medical things out, always pets the soft spot behind your ears when she's working. Once she dyed your tail rainbow, and you're still seeing remnants of the color to this day.

✧˖° Max:

Hwat :D Max really does not know if that bag of fruit snacks he ate earlier was actually fruit snacks or not. Sort of just...ambles up to you and puts his hand on your head to see if...yep, this is very, very real. Max honestly does not think anything different of you, you're still you at the end of the day, and even if he wasn't aware of it, it's always been a part of you. He has a lot of trust in you and never once considers that you could hurt him whilst in this form. You could hold his hand between your teeth, and he'd just let you. There was one night when you were lying on his chest and shifted in your sleep, and Max just let you stay there. Despite the fact that it was suddenly a lot harder to breathe with all that weight on top of him. He really enjoys taking you on camping dates, where you can 100% be yourself with nobody to impose. He even saves up for a big tent so you can sleep in your wolf form. You haven't let on that you know he only bought it because he loves burying his face in your soft fur and falling asleep like that.

✧˖° Nick:

Thinks that it's the coolest gift ever. He already thought you were special before, but this just solidifies it. After learning of your other half, Nick's tiny gifts begin to have a theme. A wolf trinket, a paw print sticker he found at the dollar store, this really pretty wolf sculpture, etc. He fully embraces the whole wolf thing with open arms, no complaints here. You have him on your phone as "Golden Retriever," and he has you as "Wolf." Your friends think it's some bizarre gag that's gotten out of hand, and nobody ever realizes that Nick is being somewhat serious when he says he can't go to that arcade next Sunday, it's a full moon, and you need the whole day to prep to howl at the moon all night. In reality, he's the only one who's howling at the moon, but you humor him and go with it. Every once in a while, Nick will grab a ball and throw it across the yard because he swears up and down that every canine on Earth has the urge to chase things. He's right, of course, but you're keeping that one a secret.

✧˖° Ryan:

"When you said you had something to show me, I really expected you to have Jacob locked in the back of your trunk again." Ryan isn't sure if he will ever wrap his head around the concept of werewolves being real. Every time he sees your canine frame, it's like the first time all over again. He does, however, take to listening to Werewolf themed podcasts and conspiracy videos with you. He thinks its so nifty to hear people debating the concepts of werewolves, whilst having you, an actual werewolf, right next to him. Once, he read that werewolves don't like silver, and he immediately cleared out all of his silver jewelry. Even if it doesn't affect you, he worries that somehow it may subconsciously make you uncomfortable, and he will NOT let that happen on his watch. Ryan is so attentive when it comes to you, and he wants to make sure that he doesn't make either side of you feel uneasy. Overtime, he picks up this habit of playing with your tail, for no reason other than its soft.

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Do any of your characters have pets? If so, please tell me about them! If not, do they wish they had one?

Hello and thank you for the question! None of the Shapeshifter crew have pets (unless you count plants, then Jay has like 30), because domestic animals tend to react poorly to shifters. So I’ll switch this question up a little and tell you about some of their animal forms instead! Those count as pets, right?

Jay de Lange - gray wolf. Rather small in stature, and overall just looks ~dainty~. Very light gray fur that fades to white on her undersides and legs, with darker gray markings on the top of her head and nose. Gray eyes. Has unusually large canine teeth (top and bottom).

Kerr McKay - rottweiler dog. Tall and dense and overall rather intimidating - floppy ears and an un-docked tail can only do so much to temper that. Tan points are rather dark, more of a chocolate brown than a tan. Dark brown eyes. Answers to ‘Bear’ when in animal form.

Warrick Salehrad - puma. Pretty much just a regular mountain lion - thick red fur with a white underbelly, black tailtip, and black muzzle markings. Notably retains his earrings in animal form; two rings in his left ear, one in his right. Dark, almost black eyes.

Carlisle Morrish - scottish deerhound. Tall and lanky, with wild, wiry black fur. Gold-yellow eyes. Left ear is missing the top third of it, the remaining bit of ear is ragged at the edges.

Kanda Salae - ruddy mongoose. Long and lithe with copper-gray fur. Adorable black paws and tail tip. Brown eyes.

Luka Kovac - barn owl. Feathers are more dark grey than tan, with a very distinct strip of dark feathers down the center of his white face. Blue eyes.

#storyteller saturdays #wip: shapeshifter

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aliens-and-shiz · 8 months

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Prologue: a new beginning.

Book 1

Imani sat dumbfounded. She forced Caiden to reverse the Abbadon cannon blast that decimated the Luyten system after their first overwhelming victory against those who abducted the people her father was overseeing, and in doing so… she couldn’t explain what exactly happened. Her shapeshifting, for one, now was at will. When once it took injections and a molecular reformation machine, she could simply shift into the form she wished to take.

If that was all, she could’ve handled it… she thought. The history of her people did say they once were able to seamlessly integrate into any population with a similar, if not the same ability, but that was almost three galactic eons ago. The Arist -of course- was born during those days, but never claimed knowledge at what caused their power to cease so easily.

The collected might of mankind stood in ranks upon the plains of Luyten-b. The charred and broken ground kicking up dust clouds as the wind blew through the near four hundred million collected individuals as they stood. Silently. Each member one that had a boon granted with the universal reconstruction that brought back the imposing ship blacking out the sun, the Hellfire.

Imani stood and walked upon a stage to a pedestal, video drones beginning to broadcast across the whole plain, in every tongue, in every language all at once. But regardless of the tongue, all here would innately understand. The first Gift had returned and they simply would understand. The Babel incident from eons and eons ago no longer had effect. She was uncertain what would occur. Uncertain if the masses would have a boon that would unmask her.

“Today… today we accomplished that which had never been. Today, we as humanity brought back our crowning jewel from beyond the void, today… we Triumphed!”

The roar that rippled throughout the crowd was more than just immense. It had a strength not seen in… eons would be the most apt way to put it.

It took almost ten minutes to finally quiet the masses down to a point that Imani could bear to speak again.

“Tomorrow we continue our campaign. Tomorrow we go to destroy the Azkhrani! Tomorrow we find our people!”

If the previous roar had power, this one was even greater.

Imani smiled before stepping off the stage. She still had it. As she stepped into the airlock, alone, she shifted back into her usual form, leaving the face of the missing General Thane for the dark skinned beauty she had occupied for the last 50 years.

As she walked to her quarters on the Torus, she let the fear sink in as the thought of having to explain to the Aristarchi Senate and the Arist what her father had wrought… and how she didn’t plan on stopping them.

#humans are space australians #space orcs #sci fi & fantasy #long reads #artists on tumblr #pottery #in honor of the fallen #988lifeline #az’krah #humans are space orcs

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nurrgleth · 12 days

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘

Nu'radhi is an infamous Great Unclean One amongst fellow Daemons of Nurgle and an extremely rare black sheep from the Plague Lord's vast family of daemon children. She is known as the Poxmother and currently lives a humbled existence as the Keeper of the Gallows Tree.

In her heyday, Nu'radhi was among the greatest of her king, well regarded by Nurgle and her fellow Great Unclean ones. She was a Poxmaker known for her unconventional use of materials, not all of them strictly biological. Nu'radhi would alter existing phages, and make viable those mixes deemed failures by past generations of Plaguemixers. However, she would discover that there was a reason that the Plague Legions relied upon tried and true diseases and left the creation of poxes chiefly to the Great Lord of Decay himself...

Bearing the same hatred of Tzeentchian Daemons as any of his kin, it was only a matter of time before she looked to them as ingredients for her creation, which was already controversial in Nurglite spaces. Despite the murmurings of disapproval from her kin, Nu'radhi persevered. Her first few creations were successes and each one bolstered her more and more, until she sought to make a truly inspired disease from the remains of a Lord of Change. In the manner of her father, she called it Nu'radhi's Rot and her Nurglings sang the name as they had the poxes to come before.

But misfortune befell the Poxmother. Either by an ill stroke of luck or the machinations of a envious rival, a Beast of Nurgle broke into her laboratory and wreaked havoc upon her workshop. She tried to wrangle the creature, but it's rancid bulk knocked over Nu'radhi's shifting concoction, which had been completed only moments ago. The havoc the Beast wrought was nothing compared to the the brew itself, however. In the manner of the Lord of Change and other Tzeentchian creatures used to make it, the liquid began to mutate and ravage and change all that it touched, seeming to crawl along the ground. It was if the seething intelligence of the daemons within were lashing out at those about them; even Nu'radhi didn't come away unscathed and many were banished before the brew-creature could be stopped. Forever marking the site of her failure, a giant brilliant blue crystal bursts up from the Ground in Nurgle's Realm in a likeness of those that litter Tzeentch's Realm.

Shortly after this event, Nurgle himself got involved. Another god would have banished Nu'radhi forever, or worse, completely unmade her, but the Plague god was patient, if stern and deeply disappointed. The Poxmother was trapped for a time within the Crystal she had blighting Nurgle's Kingdom with and when she finally allowed to leave, both her and her throng were shunned by the wider family. Thusly, they took their leave, choosing to languish in the mortal world instead.

Either due to her imprisonment or coming in contact with the Rot-brew, Nu'radhi discovers with no small amount of disgust that she is changed. Tzeentch's fell magic lingers in her flesh, imparting upon her powers that only the Change-spawn and the Pleasurekin bear: the ability to shapeshift. Nu'radhi despairs at this power and having it causes her to become one of the very, very few children of Nurgle who are not cheerful and vivacious.

Then, she hears the legend of the Great Kurgan and of the bargains the mortal struck with the gods, her own among them. In return for his strength and his vast Kingdom, the Gods demand sacrifices in the form of his children. Four sons he would give to them for their Great Game, one for each of the gods and their fell purposes. The news takes her interest and Nu'radhi suddenly rejoices at her flesh-changing abilities.

Taking the form of a Northern woman, she shambles from her self-imposed isolation to make the acquaintance of this Kurgan Conqueror...

#nurgle #warhammer fantasy #liber infectus (official content);#pars infectus (nurgle headcanon);

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cypriathus · 22 days

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Here are my versions of Vassago, Purson, Agares, and Dantalion/Amdusias!

WARNING: I talk about how alcohol affects the first OC and there is a mention of genitalia.

Vurszlago is a good-natured, obedient, and playful kleptomaniac who has a goofy greediness for vintage alcoholic beverages and shiny coins. He’s obnoxiously loud, overly friendly, and foul-mouthed with a habit of annoying others for fun. His alertness is nearly non-existent, and he can be quite clumsy due to his lacklustre coordination skills. He often loses his train of thought and makes irrational statements, and he’ll become belligerent and argumentative when threatened or confused.

Vurszlago is lanky and emaciated with elongated limbs and a swollen belly, and his legs end in cloven hooves and are covered in spikes. His anus is replaced with a sharp-toothed mouth and there are three mulberry wood eyes with slit pupils placed in an upside-down triangle shape on both buttcheeks. He has dry skin of key lime pie, sunset orange eyes with double amblyopia, droopy eyelids, and a flushed face. He possesses yellowed boar tusks that protrude from his lower jaw, a dangling forked tongue, and a dragon-shaped head. He also has the tail of a leopard, the ears of a brown bull, the wings of a green-breasted mango, and the horns of an antelope. He wears a necklace of pennies, purple pearls, and four-leaf clovers, and a Turkish rose-to-French lilac loincloth. Tied to Vurszlago’s red-stained leather belt is a dirty coin pouch, a ceremonial dagger, and three bottles of alcohol: rum, tequila, and vermouth.

He can easily locate lost objects, incite love within women, and grant people full knowledge on past, present, and future events.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Vassago

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, their name means “to overthrow, good-natured prophecy or altar pyre of the sea breeze”.

He rules twenty legions of demons

He’s one of the servants to all royal members of Nifjazroghetus

He rides a fiery crocodile

He has a greenish-black pitchfork, but he usually forgets to bring it with him.

He reeks of alcohol and sweats a lot

He likes to whistles random tunes and loudly babble

He’s often in a drunken state, but is capable of proper bodily function.

Puriszlotha is a serious-minded and vigilant fury who has a strong focus on artistic integrity and fidelity. She sees it as a duty to attain balance, harmony, peace, and justice by punishing those who commit violent crimes. She uses her vast stores of charm, intelligence, frankness, persuasion, and seamless connectivity to achieve her goals. She possesses a great accountability for her actions and is purposefully stubborn, but can be quite ruthless and jaded.

She has a feminine body with chiselled muscles, well-endowed breasts, two bluish serpentine tongues, and three straight horns in a partial V-shape. She has the head of a female Asiatic lioness with a mane of rose gold serpents and the hindquarters of a mule deer. Puriszlotha’s torso and arms are a mishmash of galactic green, blue, purple, pink, cyan, red, yellow, orange, and black with beige stars. She wields a ferocious Rahim’s eyelash-pit viper as a whip and a double bass that causes deep fear in the heart of mortals.

She has dominion over mockery, savagery, and daytime, and can turn spiritually undetectable and physically intangible. She’s able to turn everyone into renegades and lechers, bestow people with knowledge of hidden things, and aid in the discovery of treasure. She can shapeshift into any human or spectral form she desires and bring good familiars. Puriszlotha possesses unlimited knowledge of forgotten and remembered histories, earthly things both secret and divine, and the creation of the multiverse. She also holds knowledge on natural sciences and can communicate with the spirits of the dead.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Purson

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, her name means “bear cub, priest or valet”.

She’s the double bass player of Amara Lignum (“Bitter Wood” in Latin)

She rules over twenty-two legions of demons

She rides a great pizzly bear

L’Agheszrobi is a wise and virile glutton who takes pleasure in teaching immoral expressions and has a keen eye for luxurious sustenance and fashion. He can be quite the self-indulgent loudmouth, especially when alcoholic beverages and lovemaking is involved. However, it doesn’t interfere with his kindness and impartiality too much, but it can make him clumsy, gullible, and slothful. He’s marked by eloquence and full of clever humour, and he finds a semblance of joy in cracking jokes, the idea of enlightenment, and sharing his knowledge.

L’Agheszrobi is a buff, yet overweight man with scaly juniper skin, yellowish-green blushing, anglerfish teeth, upwards-curving horns, and muddy brown claws. He has medium-length light caramel pompadour hair with sideburns and a long bushy bead that has greyish streaks. He has the ears of a horse, the tail of a Chinese alligator, and the hindquarters of a pygmy brocket. His three eyes form a triangular position and they’re a fern green with luxor gold slit pupils and old brick sclera. He wears a gilt-brass cuirass with tassets, a Roman coffee suit jacket with vertical silver rust stripes, and a silky jabot of tuft bush. He also dons a knee-length blue and grey pleated skirt, a Turkish rose royal mantle with red fox fur trim, and a chrysoberyl cocktail ring on his left middle finger. L’Agheszrobi often carries around a bronze pocket watch and a pack of cigars that like cinnamon and grapefruit.

He’s able to teach all languages, stop and retrieve runaway individuals, cause earthquakes, grant noble titles, and summon sharp weapons from the earth. L’Agheszrobi can destroy supernatural and temporal dignities and trap people in brass vessels, casting them into deep lakes. He possesses absolute knowledge on philosophy, astronomy, rhetoric, logic, chiromancy, and pyromancy.

FAMILY:

An unnamed older sister

An unnamed younger brother

12 unnamed nieces

8 unnamed nephews

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Agares

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “to ruin dignity, to be slothful, glistening field or vigilant guardian”.

He’s the duke of Overconsumption

He was once a knight of Nfjazroghetus before being promoted as a duke

He rules over thirty-one legions of demons

He has three pets: a treasure-guarding Eurasian goshawk, a sleepy cockatrice, and an armoured alligator with ten horns.

Dantezlomius L’Aymdetronus is a benevolent and enlightened fallen angel with a nature that extrudes positivity and amoral charisma. He can be a sadistic mental-breaker with bloodthirsty tendencies, but he continuously retains his introspection and truthful insight. He’s outgoing and energetic, and when he flaunts his knowledge, he comes across as snobbish and standoffish.

He’s an abnormally tall man with a lanky and rectangular figure that has pallid skin, elongated limbs, a bit of well-defined muscle, and a micropenis. He possesses three heads: that of a unicorn (front), a man with the shining aureole of the sun (right), and a woman with a crescent moon tiara (left). Dantezlomius has draconic hands and feet, jazzberry jam eyes with dilated reef gold pupils, and the tail of a pale knob-tailed gecko. He wears a peacock choker with a luxurious gold coating, pink pearls, and pieces of unpolished ruby, emerald, and blue zircon.

He can change his head into all faces of men and women he has silently observed or personally encountered. He’s able to teach all arts and sciences, manipulate infamy, and aid in heightening a person’s emotional intelligence. He’s capable of declaring secret counsel for anyone as he knows all thoughts across the multiverse and can change them at his will. Dantezlomius can cause love and show prophetic visions, and possesses knowledge on similitude of any person. He can manipulate stormy weather, thunderous noises, musical instruments, and mistakes, and make trees bend.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Dantalion

Amdusias

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Dantezlomius means “to declare secret counsel, faces of all living creatures or knower of thoughts” and L’Aymdetronus means “concert of storms, cacophonous thunder or unicorn’s trumpet”.

He’s the duke of Ire

He’s in charge of parades and concerts of cacophonous music in Nifjazroghetus

He’s the trumpeter of Amara Lignum (“Bitter Wood” in Latin)

He protects the only bibliotheca in Nifjazroghetus

Due to his strong association with thunder, many believe that his voice can be heard during vicious storms.

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Duck Newton propaganda: The Blurryman, being a strange otherworldly being who stalks someone through her workplace and then takes her to another dimension where he tells stories about all the horrible things he's watched happen to unfortunate people for audiences' entertainment, feels like an Eye Avatar.

Duck Newton, on the other hand, was Chosen to have a supernatural Destiny at a young age by an otherworldly being and decided "fuck that." He spent his entire life trying to be normal despite being explicitly superhuman and visited by an alien projection of his mentor. He joins The Pine Guard, a group dedicated to fighting Abominations (horrible monsters that later turn out to exist for the purpose of causing worlds to genocide each other) to protect Earth and Sylvain (the world where Earth's cryptids come from), and he's still trying to hold onto his normal life as a Park Ranger; the only reason he agreed to get involved with magic is because other people would get hurt if he didn't. Even at the end, when he's regained his Chosen powers and helped save both worlds, he chooses to stay on Earth instead of going to Sylvain and starts planting trees in the rainforest with Minerva (formerly his mentor, now his girlfriend). He really would rather just be A Guy, even though he keeps getting dragged into paranormal situations.

Also, the Abominations that he fights run a gamut of Fears:

The Beast: A bizarre, reptilian creature that leaks a thick black oil used to control animal carcasses, which can be commanded as separate bodies or bound to its own to cover up its true appearance. Its initial appearance is a bizarre amalgam of different animals on a bear body. Not different aspects of animals—literally entire bodies of different animals jutting out from the bear torso in a patchwork.

The Water: An orb of light that can freely control any water in contact with it, first discovered in the Kepler High School swimming pool. It attacks with tendrils of water to drown people, and later turns out to be able to travel freely through Kepler's water supply.

The Calamity: A fortune-controlling tree. It uses its ability to manipulate chance to cause horrible disasters--it kills Rick Dannon by manipulating a drink bottle to get stuck under his brake pedal and cause him to crash; it nearly kills three people by causing a large sign to collapse onto a store; three more people are nearly killed in the funicular by it causing a bolt in the breaks to come loose; it causes a hook to fall out of a wall, dropping part of the net it was holding up and letting Thacker loose to attack the party; it tries to open a massive sinkhole that would collapse a hospital; and when it can't create huge disasters it does things like dropping tree branches on people and making their weapons malfunction.

The Countenance: a shapeshifter with no set form, appearing on its own as its true self surrounded by a swirling storm of chaotic particles; when it desires, these particles can condense around it to give it the appearance of someone it's seen. The nature of its shapeshifting is rather nauseating, as its "flesh" shifts and readjusts around injuries or when its settling into its disguises. Its introduction is when it walks casually into a bar, completely ignoring the people standing outside, and then mauls multiple patrons, two of whom die from their injuries and are rendered nearly unrecognizable. When examining the bodies of its victims, Aubrey points out that its victims have multiple fatal wounds and that it had plenty of time to attack more people rather than focusing on just two victims, coming to the conclusion that its attacks were meant to incite fear rather than just to kill. It also sets a trap for the Pine Guard by posing as one of the corpses at the crime scene, then killing and replacing a technician when it is delivered to the morgue. Later on it displays the ability to speak and reason on a human level--it murdered and impersonated Ned's friend Boyd during its arc, and it later disguises itself as Ned and uses his image to incite violence against the Sylvans in Kepler. After getting shot with the Narf blaster while already loosing its hold on its false forms, it loses its grip on its disguises entirely and degenerates into an amalgamated flesh blob of random half-formed body parts.

D.O.M/The Light: The Deliberative Operational Mind is a sentient dome of light that has been creating the abominations and sending them to Kepler. It contains all the surviving members of its founding race, who make every action by consensus. They're responsible for the Abominations as part of Project Reconciliation: by linking two potentially hostile worlds and then inciting them to destroy one another through the use of conflict agents, they drive two potential threats to destroy each other while remaining themselves unharmed. The inhabitants of Locus Prime created the Reconciliation project to reduce conflict throughout the cosmos, specifically by pitting similar worlds against each other and encouraging mutual destruction. Even though they're directly responsible for the deaths of many worlds, they choose to believe it saves lives (in particular their own) over time.

#asks #character propaganda #16th poll #long post

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193. The Changing Man, by Tomi Oyemakinde

Owned: No, library Page count: 382 My summary: Ife is a scholarship student at the prestigious Nithercott Academy - and she's not dealing with the pressure of being one of the few working-class Black kids in school. But something strange is afoot at the school. Kids are disappearing, and either they come back...different, or they don't come back at all. With outcast Bee and brother of one of the missing Ben at her side, can Ife solve the mystery of the Changing Man? My rating: 3.5/5 My commentary:

I was expecting this one to be a bit more...horror, than it was. That's not a criticism, it was just a surprise. Urban legends and cryptids are an interest of mine, so this story about the 'Changing Man', a being that supposedly lurks around Nithercott and takes lonely kids, is right up my alley. I found it to be really fun, honestly, if a little weird at times. But I'd prefer weird and fun to polished and boring. It was a good read!

Ife, our protagonist, is one of those classic heroines of this sort of story. She's struggling under pressure from both her parents, who expect great things from her, and the school, which might expel her if her grades are poor. She also feels disconnected from her home and friends - an attempt to smuggle herself out to see her best friend fails, and she's increasingly isolated as one of the only Black kids in a sea of white posh kids. If you've ever been a lonely teenager (which, let's be real, most of us have) you will relate to Ife. She's isolated, awkward, and troubled even before the Changing Man nonsense happened. And I find her to be a really credible protagonist. She's in over her head, and has a lot of moments where she's overwhelmed or breaking down over everything she's seen and done. She makes mistakes and further alienates herself from the kids that would naturally be her allies. But she keeps going, she keeps fighting, she doesn't back down, because she sees an injustice and she can't give it up. I loved her a lot, even if her narration was a little selfconsciously teenagery at times, the narrative leaning on a few teen cliches to characterise her in the earlier parts.

I also really liked her friends. Ben is the brother of missing kid Leon who bears a lot of guilt over Leon's disappearance. He's a weird kid, a bit of a delinquent but not a bad person, and adds a sort of quirky charm to the proceedings. Bee, meanwhile, is an awkward ambiguously-autistic nerd who finds herself alone because other people often find her offputting, and she latches onto other social outcasts to befriend out of a sense of desperation. They're both credible teens, and despite how I'm describing them here, they don't really fall into any of the classic Teen Story stereotypes. Sure, Bee is an awkward nerd, but her love of the school's history and self-awareness about Ife being cold to her at first elevate her. Ben is also complicated by his love for his brother and his big heart. They make a really cute trio!

Finally, let's talk about the Changing Man. Not the alien cryptid creature that forms the centre of this story, but the idea of change as a whole. Ife is worried that, being at the Academy and separated from her old friends, they will change without her and grow to not like her. She's also worried that she will change, and be left behind. The kids who disappear come back as pod people who act exactly as they are supposed to, a change that is clearly unnatural. Change is a huge theme, and the shapeshifters preying on the kids just underscore the point. Change is inevitable, and not necessarily to be feared, but too much change too quickly can be a red flag. The messaging is obvious, but not so on the nose that it gets in the way of the story, which I liked. Overall, it was a good story! I'm glad I picked it up.

Next, the pharmacist in a bunker beneath the world is facing a moral dilemma.

#The Changing Man #Tomi Oyemakinde #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #3.5

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