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Michigan's Emblem
well a passing observation had me going down a rabbit hole SO JOIN ME ON MY JOURNEY
At a glance, the emblem looks pretty cool alright? But there are some things that leap out at me:
why does ur liger have five legs, michigan
the heraldic style of the liger
the odd placement of the blade for a heraldic style
the liger's positioning
So the leg thing is interesting to me, because in heraldic style, there are three ways that an animal can be positioned: rampant, passant and statant.
(Okay actually I lie there's more than three ways, there's like eight but there's three that's the most common)
Rampant is the one people usually think of first when it comes to heraldry: the animal is standing on its hindlegs, forelegs raised in a clawing motion or reaching out.
Passant and statant, however, is when the animal is on all fours. Passant is when a front leg is held up (much like how Ligertail's fifth leg is), and statant is when all four paws/hooves/whatever are touching the ground. Examples below:
Rampant
Passant
Statant
Now Ligertail is in both Passant and Statant thanks to its five legs. This is interesting because of two things:
Statant postures are more frequent as crests than on charges on shields, which refers to their positioning on the heraldry. So, uh, crest is on the top, and charge is on the middle rightish.
A lion in passant may be called a leopard, because way back when the general rule (for English heralds) was that a passant lion was termed a leopard and a rampant lion was termed a lion.
Actually I'll be a bit more detailed: a lion in passant guardant, that is, its head facing towards the observer, is called a leopard. A lion in passant where its head is facing forwards is called a lion-leopard. (Looks at Liger... Lion-Tiger...)
In an old manuscript called de harudrie, a leopard was considered "borne of an adulterous union between a lioness and a pard" and like a mule incapable of reproducing. So a leopard was considered an appropriate charge for a person either born of adultery or someone that's forbidden to reproduce (like someone who's sworn a vow of chastity). Meanwhile lions traditionally symbolises courage, nobility, strength and valour.
OKAY so we have that quick and dirty and very simplified heraldry info out of the way (for those of you who are more au fait with heraldry feel free to chime in if i got anything wildly wrong), what does this mean for Michigan's five-legged heraldic liger?
Firstly, that it's in both passant and statant comes across as if Michigan is caught between two states, esp combined with Liger which is a Lion-Tiger hybrid. Statant is a posture usually used on crests, and a statant lion is still acknowledged as a lion, but a passant lion ends up being launched into that ambiguous realm of 'leopard' - and the whole implication of being a bastard or chaste. I wouldn't be surprised if it's Michigan making a joke. Maybe he's well-known as a bastard son of someone important, but his Hero of Jupiter title has him vaunted as a respectable figure (thus Crest) and so it's one of those 'widely known secrets no one talks about or acknowledges'.
There probably is some clever heraldic thing that the five legged liger caught between statant and passant means... let the theories flow...
Anyway, there's one other thing too: Ligertail's, er, tail. The way the tail forks and the end tapers into a sword, curled over Liger's back, sort of gives me scorpion vibes. Is it intentional? Who knows. Maybe he wanted to match with the other bug boys, or maybe he thought it looked cool. Anyways, I'm looking at that scorpion-esque tail and going hmmm.
Anyway, this was a fun deep dive. Maybe the fifth leg was just an accident and Michigan kept it because well, lol, it's funny. Or maybe there really is a deep meaning to it all hidden behing obscure heraldry rules..... or even if there isn't, I'm thinking there is one now and no one can stop me.
#armored core#armored core 6#g1 michigan#i love being insane about something bc i can just overthink these things#is it that deep? probably not#but i have a shovel and im going to turn this puddle into a lake by god
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Helloo! ok this has nothing to do with the aks game but since you happen to be one of my favourites for Sirius hcs I have to ask you. I can't recall Sirius and Harry ever hugging in the books, though they're really close. What do you think about it? Is it just because Harry isn't so much into physical touch anyway, bc I doubt that Sirius knew. I only remember Molly and Hermine once hugged him to comfort him. But if I am correct Harry not even hugs Sirius when they have to say goodbye or they haven't seen each other for a long while although Harry misses him so much. It only happens in the movies. What do you think says that about their relationship and their characters? What could be the reason and so on?
Hello, dear!!! That was a very interesting question, and I now spent my time rereading the Sirius and Harry moments throughout the books (and having a few very emotional moments because of it).
Hugging, and generally bodily contact is something dealt out rarely in the books, and like you said Mrs Weasley and Hermione are most likely to do so. Both hug Harry on a pretty regular basis, both for comfort and just in greeting and saying goodbye.
My reply is going to be a bit longer, and I haven't looked up everything so, many things are just from my memory, just a fair warning.
Alright, so.
The men in Harry Potter don't typically share a lot of positive physicality. They shake hands, they punch each other, and then theres the Quidditch celebrations, in which everyone hugs and cries. All very acceptable and heterosexual ways for men to share physicality, especially in the 90s, I'd say.
Other moments when people, men in particular, become physical, Harry considers those oversteps, and usually feed into his dislike of them - Rita, Lockhart, Slughorn and Barty Jr (still looking like Moody) come to mind for this. And these moments stand out, because Harry doesn't often touch people, and doesn't often has people touch him, much less people he doesn't know.
Sirius is an outlier. As he ought to be, and always is.
Sirius is first introduced to us, in the Shack, with an extraordinary amount of physicality. He of course mauls Ron - but it doesn't stop there. Harry attacks him with his hands, punching and strangling him, while thinking how much he wants to cause him harm with his hands. This is followed by Crookshanks, who uses Sirius' chest as a couch in his attempt to shield him, and then Remus, who pulls Sirius into a hug. This right there is more physicality than we see ever again between such a small group of people and animals.
Srius also holds onto Harry the entire time that Harry tells Dumbledore about the happenings of the Graveyard, and even when Harry describes the grip as painful, he never expresses discomfort with it. He pats Padfoot as well. They share physicality for comfort at least sometimes. And generally more often than Harry does with anyone else.
Still, their meetings and partings are often very tumultuous - first in the shack, then they barely have time to say goodbye because Sirius has to flee and Harry and Hermione have to get back to the hospital wing. Then, they meet while Sirius is a dog in Hogsmeade, and part when Harry is in the hospital wing. Sirius gets sent into war, basically right there, where all the Weasleys, Snape and Dumbledore surround them. When they meet again in GP12, Sirius is coming from a meeting and quiets his mothers portrait. Also not ideal. What I find interesting here, is that Harry is highly disappointed about this welcome. He had hoped for more, for warmth, had even expected it. So when Sirius is stressed out and depressed, it confuses and disappoints Harry.
I actually think that Sirius realises that in a second, because thereafter he doesn't hold back - where he can. Which is obviously not much because he is in yet another depression prison from hell.
But there are two moments in which they actually do hug. One time at Kings Cross - Padfoot gets on his hindlegs to put his forepaws on Harry's shoulders; and then at the end of the Christmas holidays - in what is described as a quick side-hug.
So that is a small compilations of all the moments of hugs and physicality between them I could find, which might be more than you remember, possibly because they're far more touchy in the movies, but in general I do think they have a pretty positive and touch forward relationship, in comparison to what Harry has with other people...
So, I think there's my answer. I hope this makes sense? <3
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can you do meerkats?
Animal of the day: Meerkats !
Thank you so much for this ask; I love meerkats immensely and my pet cat is actually called Meery :D
Here's some pictures I took in the summer when I went to an animal sanctuary !
Meerkats, also known by their Latin binomial Suricata suricatta, are a species of mongoose well-known for their small stature and cute behaviour. They are native to the south of Africa, and they live in the grasslands and deserts.
Meerkats are omnivores that eat a wide variety of foods such as fruits, insects, eggs, arachnids, plants, and even small reptiles and birds. They take it in turns to go out and search for food in the daytime to bring back to the nest and eat.
These little guys are social animals who live in groups (known as mobs) of up to 40 individuals in underground burrows. Each member plays its part in the community taking care of the young, gathering food, and staying alert for predators and potential threats. That's what they're doing when they stand up on their hindlegs like in the pictures I took !! If they notice any danger, they will squeal loudly to warn the others.
This is an interesting example of altruistic behaviour since the noise may cause the individual that made it to be targeted by the predator but it allows the rest of the mob to hide and therefore survive. Evolutionarily, this does not seem to make sense for the individual, as it would reduce its chance of staying alive compared to running and hiding without making any noise. But an explanation may be that every individual in a mob is usually related and therefore genetically similar to each other, so by sacrificing its own life to save its kin, this meerkat is allowing its genes to be passed on to the next generation through the other members of the mob.
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Basically if a polar bear mixed with an orca and then they manifested as a frog.
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POLURSA
Title - Polar ursine frog
Monster class - Amphibian
Known locales - Frigid regions such as tundra and ice floes.
Element/Ailment - Blast
Elemental weakness - Dragon (3), Water (3), Ice (1) Fire (1), Thunder (0)
Ailment weakness - Poison (3), Blast (2), Stun (1), Sleep (1), Paralysis (0)
Polursa is an amphibian endemic to cold regions, notably tundra and ice floes. It is distinguished by the black-and-white colouring of its armoured body, boasting fin-like hardened spines and exceptionally powerful forelimbs. The rock-like protrusions on its arms are byproducts of its ingestion of mineral deposits. Polursa's eyesight is rather poor, but its ability to interpret sound and vibration acutely with a modified echolocation allows it to travel even through blizzards or dark waters.
Polursa is an exceptional carnivore who roams far and wide in search of prey, usually traversing across land but occasionally venturing for swims in the frigid oceans. It is specialised in tracking the kills of other predators and then killing them in turn, essentially making it a hunter of the hunters. Efforts to hide from or evade it are countered by the amphibian's acute sonar, releasing low-frequency soundwaves with its growls and interpreting feedback. While it does not specifically target humans, who can be seen as too small for the effort, allowing Polursa to come close is not advised. It may opt for a quick snap or swipe, which could be fatal, and so field workers must avoid it at all costs. Staying still can limit its capacity to detect sound, and if it persists in aggression, sonic bombs can briefly overwhelm its sound perception.
As expected, Polursa possesses incredible brute strength. It also possesses strange mineral deposits that grow out of its forearms. These are the result of the carnivore supplementing its diet with unique minerals strewn around the locale. Using these minerals to fuel thermal processes that maintain Polursa's body temperature, the amphibian can also trigger the deposits on its forelimbs to create powerful blasts. These explosions augment its physical blows and shatter the ground around it, overwhelming even armoured prey. As another trick, Polursa can roar at such an incredible decibel level that it literally shatters ice and impacts rock, akin to the flying wyvern Tigrex.
Polursa has little patience for its own kind. Individuals patrolling their vast territories with clash with intruders in brutal brawls that can easily see one of them injured. They tend to be most defensive over where the mineral deposits they rely on are most abdundant. The exception is when the species endeavours to reproduce. Males and females seek each other out with low-frequency calls that are felt for miles, often fighting to repel competitors. Once a pair mates, the female will seek an inland water source to lay her eggs. She will guard her brood for several months before leaving them to their fate. The young remain close to water until they are able to patrol the land.
As an apex predator (Low Rank - 5, High/Master Rank - 4), Polursa must be approached with caution when hunting. The amphibian's raw strength and explosive attributes make head-on attack risky. Hunters are advised to confuse it with sonic bombs and then target the comparatively weaker hindlegs to stagger it, exposing its vulnerable underside. Water weapons can mitigate the effectiveness of its forearms instigating blasts, and striking its throat when it inhales can briefly choke Polursa.
Befitting a predator of its standing, Polursa knows few enemies. It will contend for turf against other apexes such as Lunagaron or Legiana, but for the most part it excels in hunting other predators, notably acting as the nemesis to Zopristis. One rival it may encounter is Zykitin Cerra, who reacts aggressively to the predator in defence of its offspring, even if Polursa is not necessarily a threat.
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Thank you for reading and take care.
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Can I also order some slither wing headcanons as a side?
Slither Wings sometimes gather in herds during the winter season, huddling together, but they’re otherwise quite the solitary creatures.
In Area Zero they tend to gather towards the sunlight, and some are more attracted to the tera crystals in the caverns.
Stand on their hindlegs to pick berries off trees, deter predators from coming near their young Larvesta, or attract potential mates.
Their wings are too weak for flight, so they're used to absorb heat (closed) and intimidate/court (opened).
If fully threatened, they can throw quite the punches that shatter bones in one swing.
Paradox Larvesta looked like balls of fluff when they first hatch. They first learn how to tackle and headbutt.
While the Volcarona line was worshipped back then, Slither Wings were also respected way back in ancient times--however not much history was recorded aside from what little the Scarlet Book provides.
Used to help villages by fighting off hostile Pokémon and providing silk and fur for chilly winters in exchange for food.
Somewhere down the line, they began using less of their fighting skills upon discovering they could expend excessive heat (which has altered their scale composition at this point) from their wings, creating better offensive/defensive tactics. Their descendants would eventually abandon their fighting-type status altogether.
In modern day Paldea, Slither Wings can easily shed but appreciate having their fur brushed out. A normal brush for fluffy Pokemon will do just fine. They're sold in many stores.
They interact with other Volcarona/Larvesta just fine but despise Iron Moths.
If you somehow have both a Slither Wing and an Iron Moth on your team they will compete for their trainer's affections.
#i got many many thoughts-#also i actually love doing these poke hcs now#clanask#pokemon#pokemon scarvi#pokemon scarlet and violet#slither wing#pokemon slither wing#headcanons
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I know the corn field thing was just to show how Darrell would deal with his fear in case a victim ran into a cornfield but since I am thinking about the ending lines rn ("He would get her. He always got them. That was why he didn't wear a mask. His face was the last thing they ever saw.") I wonder what the woman could have done to earn his ire ;D
Hey Cylas! I've been rotating this idea in my microwave brain for so long and I finally got the caffeine fix to power me through writing this lil drabble so here goes:
Dog Days
A/N: The dog survived. Preface(?) to Corn
It was his second day at the station. He had not seen or felt a bed in that time since. The air conditioning was broken, and the sweltering Louisiana heat made the store feel like a pressure cooker. He was tired, he stank, and he was pissed.
On the open automatic grill beside the register, hotdogs sizzled, rolling over and over like eager, legless Dachshunds. The gargantuan softy machine rattled and hummed like a fat shiny bug, and a wave of ridiculous temperature wafted from its exhaust.
Why do I keep this job, he thinks to himself. The pay is terrible. The hours are awful. There's little to no benefits. What the fuck is holding you back from leaving?
Devil's Peak, like some dark and omnipresent entity, made itself known by the shadow it cast. It wasn't the type you saw. It was the type you felt. Like a hand stretched out over that sad, forgotten waste.
Devil's Peak wasn't exactly a destination town. It had nothing to boast but its mountain trails and the limited camping spots surrounding the prussian blue waters of the Devil's Basin. However, the thrillseekers had all but abandoned the once popular trails on account of the accidents and disappearances that have happened over the years. Nowadays, Devil's Peak was delegated to a roadside attraction. People just passed by.
Darrell, however, was a fixture. He was as much a part of the mountain as the rocks and the trees, as the hogs and the cottonmouths, and the deaths and disappearances. The Devil ain't here, same way God ain't.
There's only me. He swiped his forearm over his forehead. And I'm getting fucking angry.
Nighttime couldn't come any faster, that the heat would ease down, if not disappear entirely. That's when she walked in. Blonde, slender, and tan. Walking beside her, was a shaggy German Shepherd.
She completely ignored the No Pets Allowed sign on the door. When Darrell told her that he couldn't let her in with the dog, she insisted it was fine.
The dog was snappish, slobbering, and didn't obey simple commands. Worst of all, it stood on its hindlegs to nose and pick at the items on display.
When Darrell confronted the woman, she immediately went on the offensive. He had no right, she said, to refuse her service. Darrell said that she can still shop, if she kept the dog in her vehicle. "Just to prevent contamination, ma'am. We've got food and perishables in the store."
She didn't like that. "No. He wants to be in the store with me."
The dog watched Darrell apprehensively. It stuck close to its master's leg, eyes glaring and hackles raised. It yelped when Darrell looked it in the eye.
He'd seen this before. Dogs couldn't stand to be around him. They had that sixth sense. They could spot harm-doers almost instantly. It was like a special scent. Evil was a taint so rank dogs could always smell. When in doubt, you should always trust a dog.
Darrell subtly widened his eyes, quelling the dog. It bolted past the shelves to the door, but it wouldn't open and it was stuck barking to be let out.
"Don't seem too keen to stay, f'ya ask me," he said coolly.
The slap she gave him made his ear ring, and he had to flex his jaw to right himself. "Take what you need and get the hell out," he said lowly.
Darrell rang up her items at the cashier. The dog waited by the door, tail tucked firmly between its legs. He gave the woman his obligatory customer service farewell. "Asshole," she retorted, and she wobbled out the door in her hefty platform slippers.
The bell rang as the door returned to place, and Darrell pulled his hatchet and kabar from under the counter. He went out the back and cut the power. No lights. No cameras. No evidence.
No magic 8 ball opinion either. This was personal. Fuck being the bigger person.
The next morning, when Melvin came to check on his store, he found Darrell patching up the wiring. His cheek was swollen.
"The hell happened to you?" Melvin asked, his dark skin glistening with sweat from the morning heat.
"Power went out," Darrell explained, "Slipped and fell."
His clothes and hair were damp. He had taken a shower. Nevertheless, Melvin wrinkled his nose. "Jesus, Darr. Did you step on somethin'?" he complained as the younger man passed by.
Darrell lifted his foot and looked at the sole of his boot. He went over to the station's water pump and hosed his boots down.
The smell of boar was offensive, but it washed off eventually. Like blood and guilt.
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So I was doing some thinking about Cat while I was driving into work today. They mostly show him floating around or laying down, but if he had to stand on his feet would he be on his hind legs or on all fours?
For instance, with the Dormouse I see him as far more anthropomorphic. If he were to stand or walk around, it would be on his hind feet. He has thumbs, so he uses his front feets as hands.
Cat kind of has thumbs. He's got 4 paw pads and uses one of them as a thumb, but it's hard to tell where it's situated on his paw (in-line with the others or a little below). When I draw him I designate one of them as a thumb anyway, like Prince John from Robin Hood.
So I did a quick doodle at my desk to show what I'm talking about. It makes sense that he would stand on all fours, but I also have him standing on his hindlegs like Dormouse. I'd imagine that he'd have a little bit of a Pooh Bear body.
Does anyone else have any thoughts on this?
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Training Challenge #2: “She’s moody and she’s slippery and she’s in love with the sea.”
Describe your capall uisce. @thescorpioracesfestival
The door to the stable creeks open and a warm smell of hay and animal envelopes Freya as she enters. This is where she and grandpa store the straw and hay for the sheep during the winter, and where, up until six years ago most of the junk from the farm had ended up. The junk is gone now however, replaced by a large stall. There’s a soft clucking coming from the stall, and Corax jet-black head appears over the stall door. At the sight of the stallion, Freya’s face melts into a soft smile, and she clucks back to greet her best friend. As she gathers up Corax bridle and saddle, Freya remembers the day six and a half years ago when she first encountered the wild capall uisce that changed her life forever.
It had been a cold grey day in March, a few years after Freya’s mother had left the island. Freya had been down by the shore in search of a missing sheep when she had heard the keening. She knew better than to follow a strange call by the sea of course, even though they were far from November, the sea was never completely safe, and horses could still appear anytime. But the sound had carried such pain and despair that she just hadn’t been able leave without investigating. And that’s how she had found her. An uisce mare, grey as the rocky shore, entangled in a fishing net and with a deep nasty-looking cut on her hindleg.
Maybe it had been instinct from the years working as a vet side by side with her grandpa, or maybe it had been, as her grandma said later, her kind heart getting the better of her, but Freya had freed the mare and brought it back to the farm with her to tend to its injured leg. Her grandma had fretted and protested, but grandpa had just smiled a small private smile and helped Freya tend to the mare. Together they had built a paddock fit for a capall uisce, away from the fields the sheep grazed on, and Freya had started working on rebuilding parts of the old barn to a stable. She’d named the mare Kaja, after the grey birds that always perched on the roofs in Skarmouth, and it had soon become clear that she was pregnant. Late in April a colt had been born, black as the night and with startling silver-grey mane. Freya had been there when he was born, and for the following months she had spent almost all her time with Kaja and the colt, whom she had given the name Corax. She had never seen an uisce foal before, and even though she had known that he would grow up to be one of the most dangerous predators on the island, she couldn’t be afraid of him, and she couldn’t help but to love him. Kaja had left the following November, returning to the sea where she belonged, but Corax had stayed.
He'd stayed with her.
Freya is abruptly woken up from her memories by Corax suddenly snatching the beanie from her head.
“Hey! Give that back!”
The stallion makes a clucking noise that sounds a little like laughter and shakes the beanie like it’s a prey he’s caught. Freya reaches for it, but Corax jumps out of reach and shakes the beanie again. He seems very pleased with himself.
“Corax!” Freya can’t help but laugh at him. He’s still young, only six years old, and still very playful. Stealing-Freyas-hats is a game he’s played ever since he was a foal and never seems to tire of. But today, they don’t have time for an endless game of chase-the-beanie, so Freya gets a small plastic bag from her pocket and fishes out a dead mouse that she found caught in one of the mousetraps earlier in the morning. It’s nothing more than a small snack for a grown capall uisce, but Corax happily trades the beanie for it and then stand still while Freya tacks him up.
She’s fumbling with the buckles, nervous in a way she’s usually not about riding Corax. But today is special. Yesterday, she signed them up at Gratton’s. Today is their first training as official participants of the Scorpio Races. They’re ready, she knows that. Corax is fully grown now, and he loves to run, but still, the nerves are there. Corax seems to sense her unease, and gently nudges her with his head. Freya smiles at him, runs her fingers through his silver mane and take a deep steadying breath.
“Come on, boy. Let’s go for a run”
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#another late night post because why not#tsrf2023#thescorpioracesfestival#the scorpio races#OC#Vintervittran writes
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AU where Carl is born a girl, named Carly. And has a half-alien son. Before she meets Sandra's alternate counterpart in this universe (named Alexander).
Carly was always the rebellious type. Even into her college days. So when she fell pregnant with the child of a night of binging so much she couldn't remember a thing, she knew she was in for it.
Frank was.. surprised. Didn't his younger sister know what protection was?? Was she serious!?
Natalie, Frank's fiance, didn't seem surprised in the slightest and had some.. shall we say, choice things she did NOT keep to herself. Frank didn't exactly stop Natalie, at first, but that was because she was saying some of the things on his mind.
Max? He was angry, shocked, but also supportive unlike Natalie and Frank. He knew that his kids had become distant since Frank and Natalie got together.. but the words leaving Natalie's mouth about Carly made Max wish that woman was a man, Frank's fiance be dammed.
Especially when Carly disappeared. No note, not a trace. This wasn't like Carly, who got herself out of every situation that was thrust upon her by her own hand or not. And then, after months of trying to find Carly by himself, Max got a call from a pay phone out in the middle of nowhere.
It was Carly. She was crying, saying she was sorry she ran off and that she was scared and begging Max to come get her because the alien she had been with had found her and wasn't too happy she was pregnant. And come get her he did, along with some Plumbers who were his back up.
Max nearly had a heart attack when he saw a Loboan chasing Carly. This was who she had been with?! Oh, great. That's perfect. Nice job, Carly. Real nice. Genuinely.
Well, nothing to do now but keep her in a Plumber safehouse for a while. And he had a favor owed to him, so he was taking advantage of it. And yeah.. things went well for a while. Max even approaching her about a job working with the Plumbers, seeing her interest in the old weapons around the warehouse and even her eye for fixing a few of them, after the birth of the baby. Carly said she'd take him up on it, but she wanted to finish college first even with the baby.
And then, on the new moon, Carly went into labor. Her son was born, healthy, named Aaron Maximus Tennyson. He looks like a human with werewolf features.
Frank and Natalie weren't around for any of Aaron's birthdays or anything, and it hurt Carly a lot. Aaron goes to school in Undertown (can't exactly go to school in Bellwood, can he?), and he has friends of aliens there and the more alien-like Plumber kids that attend the school which means Carly has a wider net of support too.
She met Alexander (male Sandra) during a shopping trip in Bellwood, getting supplies for Aaron's birthday. After that, the two met up more frequently. And eventually they start dating and then Alexander is introduced to Aaron. Who thought the boy was some kind of dog that learned to stand on it's hindlegs. And then, he learned the story and everything.
The two stood the test of time, in the end, and they got married. Had Benny around the time Gwen was born (Aaron was 9). Natalie and Frank said they would let Benny around Gwen, but had told the pair to keep Aaron away.
Benny loved her older brother. Gwen and Ken never got to know Aaron - Benny they knew, but this "older brother" was always a mystery.
Gwen met Aaron a few times
first when she was 10, after that summer
second she was 15-16, during Halloween at a family party
Ken met Aaron at Christmas, his parents were on a cruise that year. It was a shock, and Ken settled down after a few drinks of not safe for kids cider
Aaron is in the Plumber academy, taking after his mother and grandfather
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Hello again!
I really liked your post about the perfect date with kickoff!Gojo and I have a few comments to make!
I also live close to the sea and a lot of people surf, not just college students, so reading that Gojo practices this sport gives me a feeling of realism and warmth in my heart.
I can imagine him getting out of the water tired after an afternoon of training and snuggling up to the reader, without worrying about getting her wet! Or him encouraging her to surf with him, and giving her some tips.
When it comes to dogs, I have a weird headcannon for no curses au!Satoru, which is that he's an animal lover. But only small animals, like small dogs or cats (especially cats), but he felt insecure around large dogs. Not because he had any trauma, but because he wasn't used to being around them. And I like to imagine that the reader has a big dog, like a German Shepherd, Husky or Saint Bernard, and Satoru, at first, is afraid to approach the reader and visit her house.
And there's also that question you answered about Gojo on a date at the museum, it's really funny. I'm a history student, so I thought it was hilarious how Satoru would react. I imagine the reader trying to explain something to him, and him not understanding a word of what she is saying.
Bye~
(Sorry if the note was too long, but I got carried away.)
hiii my lovely tysm for sending the ask in omg beach date w kickoff gojo has been living in my head rent free since 🤣
reading that Gojo practices this sport gives me a feeling of realism and warmth in my heart.
i’m so gladd aaa what a sweet thing to say 😭💕 n yesss it just feels so real in my head that he would have that hobby n tbh it’s so fun to think ab these little things that build his character away from the main storyline :”)
OMG PLS UR SO RIGHT his wetsuit’s all drenched n he wants to cuddle up w her on the beach after the surf but she’s chillin on the blanket w a book in her hand like get away from me you soaking wet barnacle ✋🏼😞 but she cuddles him in the end anyway ahha. also OMG kickoff reader wld be horrendous at surfing omg she’d never make fun of gojo ever again once she learns how fuckin hard it is 😭🤣
OMGGG i love the idea of kickoff reader having a big dog he’s scared of 🤣 she’s like hey do u wanna give my 160lb terrifying sharp canine teethed massive hindlegs bulldog named “princess” over here a treat? ☺️ n he’s standing ten feet away like🧍🏼……..sure
i love that he likes small dogs i feel like he would want a goldendoodle or something 😭😭
woowoww thats so cool you’re a history studentt :”) i think there’s such a sweet charm to museums i remember going on field trips to them for history classes in high school 😭 sm fun. wherever i go on vacation i always try to go to at least one local museum. and you’re sooo righhttt he has no clue about art history but i imagine kickoff reader is really into it (maybe she’s minoring in history? 🤔 hmm) and she tries her best to explain to him but he’s just zoning out 💀💀
DONT APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING CARRIED AWAY DEAR i do that all the time like i did just now 🤣 it means sm to me when u guys interact w the content i create i thank u sm for ur ask 🥺💕 i hope u have a wonderful day!!
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Hmm. Doing it this way means that when lifting high in bounce, the legs would reach down no matter what you’re doing in front. I’ll probably have to blend the hindlegs back to FBT mode based on—idk? Maybe this only kicks in for your legs (EACH LEG INDIVIDUALLY???) if they are hiked up purposefully somewhat (to preserve ability to jump on one leg).
Okay so I want all this shit on one FX layer so I think this will be a binary on/off situation, like a leg is in bounce mode or it isn’t. Leg is in bounce mode when it is unattended, eg, within the window of extension/contraction values shows it’s at standing height. That is, when both legs are—when both legs are THE SAME extension/contraction, you’re in bouncemode. If the values are different enough, only the more extended one is in bouncemode.
AND, only when you’re, uhhh, standing. I think I should disable this for crouched and prone.
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Creator’s log 4
The undead are done!
First off, the undead minifigures!
I decided to give necromancy a clear look, that way the transparent parts used for stability in the brickbuilt monsters can be interpreted as either magic or just regular holes.
The ghost is supposed to be covered in bandages, though it isn’t obvious here. Since this render I replaced the ghostly force in its hands for different pieces, and gave it another torso with some armor pieces.
The zombie and the haunted armor work great, so I’m happy with that.
The lich I’m really proud of. It’s simple, but it works. I also wanted it to be all white - bone white, of course - to make it stand out from the standard black robed necromancer.
Then we get to the undead centaur!
A headless horseman, quite litteraly. The bladed staff gives it enough reach for it to attack regular minfigures without any problem. The hooves are slighlty misaligned, the hindlegs are slightly higher than the front ones.
Then, we reach the classic. The second D of DnD. The dragon!
A fully prehensile tail with spikes at the end, an asymmetric skull with interlocking teeth, flappable wings with bendable ends that can turn into primitive fingers or blades, and fully articulated limbs. It even includes a spot for a regular minifigure to sit or the lich to stand.
Initially it was supposed to be much smaller, which would have allowed it to have foldable wings, but when I realized how tall the minotaur was I decided to give the dragon a little upgrade. It is the most complex of the four brickbuilt monsters, and the one with the most pieces. It does have a flaw in its design, the piece connecting the front to the spine, where the first row of ribs is, is under a lot of stress. I didn’t want to spend days fighting against it however when there was still a lot to be done.
For exemple, an entrance.
The waterfall is the same color as the actual water, it’s just that the transparent pieces are too dark in the render. You can see it in the top pieces.
A neat little path for the adventurers to travel on, a body of water to fish from, and a campfire to cook their catches on, what more could you ask for?
The crypt is set up in a mountain, with engraving of important figures on its outer walls.
What used to be the door to the crypt has disappeared and all that is left is this little slate part, but don’t overlook it! Hidden on the other side is a small contraption you can remove to make the part of the door still attached to the entrance fall down on any unlucky passer-by, be they adventurers who fell to a dastardly trap or monsters taken out with wit!
I like this entrance piece. It’s what I wanted it to be from the start, if only a little bigger than I initially planned when I wanted to have a lot of small rooms. Since I will be limiting myself to five or six at the most - including the entrance itself - I felt like a big entrance was well deserved.
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Hurt No One Knew About Chapter Six: Roman
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Story Summary: Logan has been acting weird for the past few weeks and the others aren’t sure what to do about it. When Janus appears looking for Remus they strike a deal: He figures out what’s going on with Logan and afterwards they’ll help search for Remus.
Turns out the two problems are more connected to each other than anyone thought.
Content Warnings: Anthropomorphized Animals, Fighting against Monsters, Injuries
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Roman is woken up by insistent chattering. There are many voices around him, and he doesn’t recognize a single one. It takes his groggy mind a moment to translate the noise into actual words. It distracts him so much that he forgets to open his eyes.
“He doesn’t look good.”
“But his pulse is normal.”
“And we couldn’t find any injuries on him either.”
“Then why isn’t he waking up?”
“I don’t know!”
“Be quiet, all of you! We don’t want him to overwhelm him once he wakes! He might be our only hope of returning home!”
The voices are all a rather high pitch, making Roman wonder if he’s surrounded by children. And only then does he remember he has eyes that he can use to check.
So he opens them.
The first thing he sees is a stone ceiling above him. Not a natural cavern but a built tunnel. He can see torches that keep his surroundings well lit. It’s the same material as the entry of the pyramid they found earlier. Roman can guess what happened, considering that he used this method himself plenty of times. He likes to call it the cliffhanger, because it puts the target to sleep without actually knocking them out physically, like a TV show that cuts away before the character actually loses consciousness and in the next scene they suddenly wake up, not remembering what happened at the end. Remus had used the darkness of the pits as a fade-to-black.
So, he knows how he got to where he is, or at least can make an educated guess, but that doesn’t tell him where exactly he is and, more importantly, what happened to the others. He should get up.
The chatter around him starts again as he sits up.
“He’s awake!”
“That’s a relief.”
“I was getting really worried.”
“Do you think he’s nice?”
“I asked you all to be quiet! Let him get his bearings, he must be disoriented.”
As it turns out, Roman is not surrounded by children. No, he is surrounded by bunnies. Not the actual animal, but what he would describe as what a talking bunny would look like in a children’s cartoon and then translated into live action again. They stand on their hindlegs and are wearing clothes. Their faces are flatter so their eyes can be next to each other instead of on the sides of their heads.
Judy Hopps! Yeah, they look like live action bunnies from Zootopia, Roman decides. With less curves. He can’t tell the gender of the bunnies in front of him at least. Which is good, he was never a fan of the tendency to put human boobs on humanized animals or plants in animation, it looks weird in his opinion.
The bunnies, a group of at least a dozen, stare at him and Roman realizes he’s been drifting. It’s a side effect Remus’ realm has on him sometimes.
“Hello, little critters!” he greets. “I am Prince Roman, and I am thankful that you watched over me.”
One of the bunnies steps forward. It’s wearing what Roman guesses to be leather armor and has a crossbow on its back. Its fur is white with brown spots, and it has a scar on one cheek and a nick in one ear. Its black eyes stare at him in a way that makes him slightly uncomfortable.
“My name is Quick. I’m the leader of this exploration trip. We found you here on our way back to our home.”
“I see. So, you live down here, in these caverns?”
“We do. We didn’t build these tunnels, but they were abandoned when we found them. It hasn’t been very long since then, so there are still quite a few passageways we haven’t charted yet. When we came through earlier, you weren’t here yet.”
“Do you know how long that’s been?” Roman asks, hopeful that he may be able to guess how long he’s been unconscious for. He can only assume that something similar has happened to the others, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll be passed out for the same amount of time. He should hurry to try and find them.
“Not sure. At least a few hours. Half a day at most.”
Roman hums. That wasn’t as helpful as he had hoped. But he couldn’t dwell on it, it was time for him to act, so he stands up.
“Again, I thank you for your vigilance, but I’m afraid I must go now. I have to find my companions.”
He turns to start walking down the tunnel, but Quick stops him.
“Wait a moment! That way is a dead end, I’m afraid. We explored every tunnel and opening we could find but they all ended, and the main tunnel collapsed. You won’t find anything there.”
“Thank you for the information, my friend!” Roman gives him a light bow in acknowledgement. “Then the other way it is.”
Again, Quick stops him before he can take as much as one step forward.
“I’m afraid that isn’t really an option either.”
Roman raises a brow.
“And why not?”
“There’s a monster blocking the way ahead. We wanted to get you to our home in case you needed treatment, but it started growling at us when we came too close. We tried to fight it but it’s too strong for us.” The other bunnies around them look ashamed of their failure. Quick sighs. “We were hoping it would leave but it seems to have fallen asleep, blocking the exit. Our scouts have reported no change so far.”
Roman feels bad for them. They were only trying to help him and now they’re cut off from their home. He looks down at his hands, noting that his freeze ray is missing. He tries reaching for his katana instead and it responds, appearing in its sheath tied to his belt. Nodding to himself, he turns to Quick.
“I might be able to help. I’ve fought many monsters in my days. Do you know what kind of creature it is?”
Quick shakes his head.
“Never encountered anything like it before. All we know is that it’s aggressive and has sharp claws and teeth. Our arrows couldn’t pierce its hide. It’s fast, too. We only managed to escape because it can’t climb, apparently.”
“Climb?” Roman asks, confused.
“Maybe it’ll be easier to just show you.” Quick waves at him to follow and stalks down the hall, the other bunnies close behind. Roman goes, too, trying to be as quiet as possible. They continued forward like that for a minute or two before three more bunnies came into view, lying low to the ground and looking over a cliff of some kind. Quick and the others also duck lower before getting too close, exchanging whispers with the sentries. Roman also makes himself smaller, peering over the edge.
The room below almost seems like an abandoned arena, perfectly circular and surrounded by the viewing platform they were currently on. Roman can also see two entrances, one not far from where they are standing, the angle to steep to see where it leads, and the other on the opposite side, a well-lit corridor behind it. And there, before it, lies the beast.
It’s huge, Roman can tell, even though it’s lying still at the moment. Its head rests on its paws, sharp claws glinting in the light of the torches. It seems to be some kind of wolf, he guesses, but bigger and gray. Quick had said that their arrow couldn’t pierce it, maybe it’s made of stone. It wouldn’t be the first time Roman had faced a creature made of inorganic material. Remus had once made a lion out of molten lava and set it on him. It had taken Roman hours to beat it. In comparison to that, this would be child’s play.
Quick moves back over to Roman, apparently having finished his conversation with the scouts.
“What do you think, Prince? It may seem sound asleep but apparently as soon as one of us gets close, it stirs. Even when we stay on the upper level.”
“I’m confident that I can take it. Though you should remain up here, just in case.”
“Very well. We will be ready to assist you from afar if you need us to.”
“Thank you, I will rely on you to watch my back.”
Quick smiles and for a moment it strikes Roman as malevolent. But the feeling is gone as quick as it had come, and he waves it away as Remus’ realm messing with him again.
“We will not disappoint you, Prince.”
Roman nods before unsheathing his sword. He considers moving around and jumping at the monster from above- but if what Quick said was true and it would notice him even from above, it would only make him an easy target. No, a surprise attack was inadvisable.
Instead, moves towards the other entrance he had seen, opposite from the monster and drops down from there, landing softly on his feet like he had so many times before. The beast doesn’t stir. Roman looks behind him to see where the doorway leads to, maybe he could lead the monster away, but it’s blocked by a heavy iron gate that probably won’t move without considerable force.
That only leaves him with one option: to fight. He takes a deep breath, readying his katana before slowly approaching the beast. It stirs first when he is about halfway across the arena, its nose twitching. Roman takes another few steps and its eyes open. He stops. The beast lifts its head, watching him for a moment. It doesn’t look hostile, Roman thinks, before its eyes suddenly flash red and it snarls. As it stands up, Roman gets into fighting position, focusing his entire attention on the monster in front of him.
For a moment that feels like it goes on longer than it does, everything is quiet.
Then the beast pounces.
Roman dodges its claws by jumping to the left, quickly turning and slashing at the beast’s leg. The steel bounces off without making a dent. A thick hide indeed. The beast growls and attacks again but with a quick roll to the left, Roman avoids its claws again. He scans its body in the second he can before it moves towards him again, trying to spot a weak point but not finding any.
The creature charges at him again, maw open, trying to bite him. He ducks under its head and moving to the right, attempting to slash at its neck but it’s too fast and he hits its shoulder instead. Again, he makes no impact, though the creature snarls at him angrily.
This time, Roman initiates, running further to the right. He tries to get behind the beast, but it chases after him, too fast. It swipes at him and he manages to change direction fast enough to avoid the worst of the damage, though it still leaves a cut in his arm.
“Oh, you will regret that, you foul creature!” Roman yells, making another attack. He runs towards the beast and as it tries to bite his head off, he slides under it, slicing its belly that seems softer than where he’s hit so far though he still doesn’t get as deep as he would like.
The monster yowls, backing away from him. Roman takes that moment to get back on his feet and into position. The beast hesitates for a moment before its eyes glow red again and it charges him again.
The fight goes on like this for a while. They both manage to land a few small hits on each other but Roman can’t get to its belly again, instead finding some weaker spots on the back of the beast’s legs and its neck. In turn, he has some deeper cuts on his arms and legs, as well as a small one on his cheek.
With every hit he lands, Roman watches the beast back away from him, more and more reluctant to attack him again. But every time, the red in its eyes flares again and it charges him again. The longer the fight goes on, the worse Roman feels about it. He’s missing something, he knows, but he doesn’t know what.
He can’t think about it too much though, as the beast tries to jump him, and he has to roll to the side to avoid it. It skids a bit before coming to a stop again and Roman uses the opportunity to strike at its Achilles heel on one of its hind legs. He hits the leg a bit higher than he wanted to and doesn’t cut as deep but the creature howls in pain, quickly retreating from him again.
Roman doesn’t chase after it immediately, though he probably should use this opportunity. Instead, he takes a moment to catch his breath. He makes sure that the beast stays in his field of view though and their eyes meet.
The air gets lodged in Roman’s throat. He can see it in its eyes, clear as day. It’s terrified of him. Its ears are laid back and its tail is stuck between its legs. It obviously doesn’t want to fight him anymore.
Red sparks in its eyes again but not strong enough to make it attack again.
Unsure of what to make of it, Roman looks up to Quick.
He’s standing on the upper level, no longer trying to stay close to the ground. The crossbow is still on his back, as if he had no intention of interfering with the fight.
And he’s grinning, head turned towards the creature as it starts to growl again.
Then Quick turns his head and looks at Roman, his eyes glowing red as his grin widens even more.
Suddenly, Roman understands.
The beast isn’t his enemy. It’s simply being controlled and made to fight against its will.
His real enemy is Quick and the rest of the bunnies standing behind him, grinning just as maliciously as he is.
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"Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises."
Introduction
Mei Yu is the second member of the Toshima Division rap battle group, Inner Circle. She is known by her MC name, Zhurong. A mercenary hailing from Southwest China, Mei came to Japan to escape the ghosts of her past. Though she has no loyalty to Chuohku or Toshima, she nonetheless decided to join the organization and group in order to fight and defeat the man whom has always been one step ahead of her, Vito Koi.
Mei is a Chinese woman hailing from Southwestern China, which explains her appearance. She has natural red hair that is in a retro with hammer buns near the top. Her eyes are crystal blue. Despite her tanned skin, which she attributes to her time in the sun. She has a C-sized chest and long hips with a slim waist.
Her attire consists of a red Cheongsam dress with gold highlights and a pair of black heels. On her arms, she wears a pair of red arm warmers. On her left wristband, she has a silver circle wristband. She also wears a white feather shawl from time-to-time.
Name Meanings
Mei (美) - 'beautiful'
Yu (愉) - 'pleasant, delightful'
Aliases
"The Sanguine Flame"
"Daughter of Fire"
Mei-san - Kaori
Biographical Info
Gender - Female
Age - 25
Birthday - Aug 19th
Ethnicity - Chinese
Hair Color - Light Red
Eye Color - Crystal Blue
Height - 168 cm/5'6"
Weight - 59 kg/130 lb.
Star Sign - Leo
Piercings - N/A
Markings - Several faded scars on her arms, and a tattoo of the sun god, Zhurong, covering the entirety of back.
Family
Biological Mother, Deceased
Biological Father, Deceased
Voiced By - Vinida (Rapping)
Fun Facts
MC Name - Zhurong
Occupation - Bodyguard/Chuohku Official
Division - Toshima
Team - Inner Circle
Position - Second Member
Favorite Food - Roasted Duck
Least Favorite Food - Tofu
Likes - Being on top, victory, success, fire, humidity, wild animals, elephants, the sun, the god, Zhurong
Dislikes - Defeat, Vito, pity, weakness, cold climates, bad memories, perverts, dry water
Hypnosis Microphone
Mei's Microphone is a ribbon microphone on a stand that is bright orange and red. The windscreen looks like the sun and has eight lines around it, pointing in different directions.
Her Speaker takes the form of a Chinese war elephant standing up on its hindlegs. In its trunk is a yellow and red speaker that strongly resembles the sun.
Her rap ability, Rising Sun, has a reddish hot shield appearing around Mei which deals damage to her opponent whenever they attack her. She can use this ability infinitely, but the longer it is active, the more stamina she uses up.
Mei's rap themes revolve around domination. She often sings about her desire to be on top, being #1. Her lyrics come off as arrogant and overbearing, but she doesn't care. This shows just how confident she is in not only herself, but also her rapping.
Personality
Mei is, in a word, powerful. She desires to be respected and recognized, and will do anything she can to achieve that. As stated, she has a very arrogant personality which, more often than not, puts people off, not that she cares. She hates to lose, believing that 'history only remembers the winners.' This quote was instilled in her by father, and she has always held it close to her heart.
An aggressive and beautiful woman, Mei finds content and laid-back attitudes to be offensive and a hinderance, preferring people to always be on the move or working. Instilled the art of working by her parents, she is passionate in everything she does, and settles for nothing less than 110%. The motto she lives by is, 'Victory, victory, and more victory.' That is enough for her.
Besides that, the one thing Mei hates more than anything is to be looked down on or pitied. When they worked together, she admired her partner, Vito Koi, for his strength. But overtime, her admiration turned into jealousy. And after he refused her challenge, it soon turned into hatred. After betraying and seemingly killing him, she was appalled to find out that he was still alive. It is for this reason that she throws her hat in with Chuohku to face him and prove herself better than him, once and for all.
Background
Mei Yu was born in Nanzhong, which is present-day Yunnan in southwestern China. Her community was more like a large tribe that were congregated together to make a small city. Everyone knew each other, which made them tight-knit. Outsiders and foreigners were looked upon with suspicion, and for fear that they would bring trouble and new ideas with them, they were seldom welcome.
Mei's parents were the chieftain and chieftess of the tribe. Though they loved their daughter immensely, they did not coddle her, and expected her to pull her weight, as befitting of the daughter of a chieftain. From an early her father instilled in her the passion of winning, and that to accept anything less than victory would bring shame, not only to herself but to her tribe. And her mother bestowed upon her the blessing of their god, Zhurong, the god of fire and the sun, whom she would come to idolize and emulate. She was taught to hunt wild animals at the age of six, and achieved her first kill by herself at eight. By the time she reached 13, she had already become a full-fledged hunter.
As Mei got older, she started thinking more and more about her future. Though she was grateful to her family for everything, the young heiress realized more awaited her outside this city. Leaving a note behind, she bid her family farewell, and began traveling to see other parts of this great nation. Using her skills, she began selling herself out as a mercenary, which proved effective.
Unfortunately, as her name grew, so too did her infamy. Mercenaries were regarded as not knowing the meaning of loyalty as they were quick to sell their skills and services to whomever offered the most coin. As a result, several angry corporations hired countless mercenaries to find and kill the female mercenary. Though they were unsuccessful, they found a much greater prize: her home village. Hearing of the attack, Mei desperately rushed home to save her people, but arrived too late.
Everyone she ever knew was killed, and her city burnt down. Burying the dead's bodies, she departed her now-lost home. Realizing that there was no reason to remain in China, she departed for new horizons. ...But not before she sent her own message to the killers of her family. She is now wanted throughout almost all of China, for arson and burning down several key buildings.
Arriving in Japan by hitching a boat across the sea, the Chinese mercenary affiliated herself with Mafuyu Enterprises where she quickly worked up her way to become Head of Security, alongside a new hire, Vito Koi. Though she, at first, enjoyed working with the man, she gradually began to feel insecure in his presence, due to the fact that the CEO of the company, Master Mafuyu began to rely more on him than her. To make matters worse, he refused her invitation to duel her, which was an insult to her pride, not only as a woman but as a warrior.
Fortunately, aid came in the form of an invitation from the Deputy Prime Minister, Ichijiku Kadenokoji, who offered Mei to join Chuohku and be rid of her rival. All that was in needed in return was the assassination of the CEO of the company. For Mei Yu, who desired victory above all else, this was an easy decision to make. To add insult to injury, she also had Vito framed for the crime, putting the final nail in the coffin for him.
With her work complete, the former security guard joined Chuohku. Her work, for the most part, included acting as a guard for some of Chuohku's high-ranking officials, including the Prime Minister, herself, Otome Tohoten. Eventually, she began to grow bored with this position, and asked for a new assignment, which the Prime Minister was happy to give her.
It included joining the D.R.B. as one of the members for Toshima Division's rap battle group. At first, Mei refused, not interested in joining some tournament. But after the Prime Minister revealed that her former rival, Vito Koi, was still alive and was also joining the D.R.B., the Chinese bodyguard quickly changed her tune. She is now part of the Inner Circle, and is eager to meet Vito at the D.R.B., so she can settle the score with him once and for all.
Trivia
Despite working for Chuohku, she doesn't wear their uniform or have their brand anywhere on her body.
Because she grew up in a hot, humid climate, she is not used to cold regions or climates.
Because of her obsession with victory and her anger with losing, its believed that she suffers from atychiphobia, which is 'fear of failure'.
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Dogs, Giraffes, Unicorns, and Aliens
I’ve been thinking about how description and worldbuilding interplay as I’m rewriting my WIP. Specifically, I’m thinking about how characters in their world describe things from it. Your characters are from their worlds, so how they talk about things tells the reader a lot about how those worlds work.
Which begins to get tricky when you’ve decided to write a story with aliens chilling on Earth for the last quarter century.
Since I’m discovering on reread of my first draft that I’m actually very bad at doing this, I thought I’d jot down some working thoughts on the matter while I stall on the rewrites.
Let me put it this way. If your fantasy/sci-fi creature is something common in your character’s world, then they’ll talk about it like a common creature in our world. A kid who has grown up with the knowledge of what a dog is isn’t going to say “I was taking a walk and I saw a four-legged creature with a long snout and a tail that it wagged in excitement. It was covered in brown fur.” They’re going to say “I was taking a walk and I saw a dog.” They might even say “I saw a beagle/lab/corgi/etc.” It’s a familiar sight so they’re not going to go out of their way to mention that dogs have sharp teeth like a carnivore unless there’s something very specific to make them take note of that part.
So if you’re writing a fantasy/sci-fi animal, think about how it best corresponds to a real world creature and have the narration treat it the way you would its real world equivalent.
Dog - the creature is something your narrator is very familiar with, so they skip past the description of what a general dog is and jump into what, if anything, makes this dog noteworthy. Are you mentioning this creature as just part of the setting? Then “It was a nice day, so lots of people were walking their glorgbars at the park” is how your character should introduce the concept of glorgbars to the reader. When more specific glorgbars become important, then delve into them the way you would a terrier. “My friend’s glorgbarg raised up on its hind legs so it could lick my face” is enough to tell you the relative size of a glorgbarg and that it usually stands on forelegs and hindlegs but can rise to hindlegs when it wants.
This category also encompasses how non-human people might be introduced if they’re just a normal part of the world you’re building. If you’d say “the white man” then “the hobbit” is going to be enough. If you’d have no reason to have the character pause the action to explain that “my friend’s dad is Texan” then “my friend’s dad is an alien” probably doesn’t need to come up just at that moment, either. This is a thing your character already knows and isn’t immediately a big deal. Bring it up when it matters (i.e. “My friend slipped into her dad’s Texan accent”).
Giraffe - the creature is something your character is aware is a thing that exists and they could conceivably encounter, but an encounter with this animal would be unusual. A character seeing a giraffe in the middle of an urban shopping district would probably lead to more description of the animal than something in dog-land. There’s plenty of reason to pause the action to describe a giraffe, but you also probably wouldn’t spend time explaining that giraffes are herbivores and can have different spot patterns and have hooves. Your narrator is probably more interested in talking about how it’s taller in person than they imagined or something else specific to this giraffe instead of using it as a jumping off point for general giraffe knowledge. Substitute giraffe for bear or another animal as appropriate depending on whether the creature’s presence is closer to “weird novelty” or “oh fuck why is a bear here please don’t eat me.”
“I’d never seen a vampire/giraffe/glorgbarg in person before and wondered what one was doing all the way in Familiartown” establishes that the vampire/giraffe/glorgbarg is something unusual while also being something that is accepted as just a thing you’d be able to find in this reality.
Unicorn - the creature is something the narrator has a concept of but doesn’t believe to be something they would encounter because it isn’t generally believed to be real. A unicorn shows up and the narration absolutely pauses to describe a “creature that looked like a horse, except instead of a normal tail it’s tail looked like a lion’s and it had a single long horn on its forehead.” The comparisons to the familiar enter the description because the thing is unfamiliar. This works if you’re establishing that the fictional world has a different idea of what is real too: “She had thought giraffes only existed in legends” establishes a world where people have a general idea of what a giraffe is but don’t expect real giraffes to exist. The narration will linger longer and it’ll focus on details. The character will compare the story to the animal in front of them. “Although the creature was unmistakably a glorgbarg, it didn’t have the long mane it had in most fairytales” tells the reader that glorgbargs are something from fairytales that are generally depicted one way but a real glorgbarg is different. “It looked just like a glorgbarg from a storybook” conveys a different idea about how legend and real animal interplay in the worldbuilding. The accuracy/inaccuracy of the legend compared to the real thing does the dual job of informing the reader about what the animal is like and how the idea of the animal fits into the world of the story.
Alien - the creature is something your character had no previous knowledge of and never expected to exist. Here’s where the narration comes to a standstill to observe the creature and describe it if the character is in a safe enough position for contemplation or just hits you with detail after detail as necessary if they’re not, but comparisons to the familiar will pop up frequently. “It looked like a glorgbarg but its fur had patches of brown, black, and white. It bounded forward on all fours, it’s tail swishing back and forth behind it. Forward facing eyes and sharp teeth in a long mouth told me the creature was probably a predator. I was only somewhat comforted in that it was small, only coming up to my knees on all-fours” would establish that a dog is a very odd thing to come across and the narrator has no idea what to do with the situation.
The above rambling thoughts brought to you because I’ve been reading my first draft and realize I’ve been writing aritla and zan like they’re in the unicorn/alien territory when in my worldbuilding they’re supposed to be in the dog/giraffe range and I have LOTS of rewriting to do.
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TPFFIB Pt 3: The Silly Side Villains, and Candi & Lime (The end is nigh)
The Side Villains
(who aren't really villains but were moving on, their all a collective menace, also The Dead King hates them for no reason)
Maxwell Melodica
A purple dragon that stands on his hindlegs like he's some kind of human (even though they don't exist). He's a screech dragon, so instead of breathing fire, or controlling the elements, he has a very specific type of magic that lets him control sound and music, including his own roar which is like his big secret attack. The only problem is that's its really dangerous and has made people lose their hearing completely (and brake all their bones). Other then that, he's an insecure musical artist who hides is true feelings and perception of himself by over compensating with elaborate musical performances and trying to take other Golden Glade, which mostly means fighting Kite every now and again. And their relationship is basically just Kite watching Maxwell do a little show and complementing his musical talent, but then beating him up once he tries to attack. Overall he's a fairly charming, creative, and ambitious bipedal dragon.
Oaklyn the Ocean-centaur
Leaving her home out of spite of her kingdom after it turned into a democracy just as she was going to become queen, the ex-princess ditched her home with her trident (a weapon with the power to create storms and control water made just for her). And swore she'd make herself a queen no matter what, and get her justice. Besides her need to rule something, she very energetic and hyper, but easily distracted and her battles with Kite usual go from her having a clear battle motive (being to get inside), but then gets distracted by other stuff happening around her and even her own attacks, which is fair they are very cool. Though if I'm being honest the most dangerous thing she could do is damage property and drown someone. However her powers are surprisingly effective towards Kite, because she relies on flying and aerial maneuvers and was not built for swimming.
Slinky
He is a menace, pure and simple, he doesn't want to take over Pactor and rebuild it into his own vision, he just wants to watch the world burn and eat popcorn, before putting out the fire and letting everything heal, then lighting it on fire again. Suffering and misery is his high, it's what he wants. He'll befriend people just to find ways to plot there downfall and watch them crash and burn.
Now.... In light of- all that, he has a few redeeming qualities, for one he's a tiger, which technically makes him a cat, and he has a lovely laugh and is so charming you forget how much a threat he is. Unlike everyone he has no powers or cool ability just a regular tiger, and when he first fights Kite, he was genuinely fighting for fun no scheme or plot. So yeah... that's Slinky.
Now that's I'm down with villains I can talk about Lime & Candi
Lime Leaf & Sugar Sweet
(Sugar Sweet is the pink one and Lime is the green, duh)
Both Sugar Sweet (also called Candi) and Lime Leaf, were born and raised in Golden Glade. They basically grew up side by side, and because of that they are basically the definition of best friends.
Lime is energetic and enthusiastic about almost every new experience, and biggest strength is building people up. However he dose struggle with determining his own self-worth from time to time. He still manages to be there for the people he cares about. His worse habit is probably his thick head, he's the type to react first and ask later which tends to get him in trouble.
Candi is also energetic like Lime, and she's very supportive of creatures when they need it. Her best trait would definitely have to be her compassion and honesty (she's really good at listening and is very understanding). However, she will never lie to someone about how bad something really is. Because she cares so much she can stop Lime before he dose something stupid, and tells him what's actually happening everything stays civil. Candi can also be very self-conscious at times, viewing herself as un-creative, or may think she's weird looking, and scrutinize little things about herself. Especially is someone makes a comment.
But that's where my boy Lime comes in to cheer his bestfriend up, 95% of the time when she's feeling down, he will build up, taking the things she said made her feel like a loser or ugly, and telling her what he thinks. For example: if someone says her bow looks stupid, Lime will say that he thinks it looks fantastic along with how it makes her look one of a kind and that she has way more style then whoever was mean to her.
Then when he's feeling like he isn't enough or feels worthless, she will tell him that he is more then enough. Or that when he feels dumb/can't do anything, she will make him feel better by hanging out with him and talking all the stuff he is good at, like sports and flying.
As for how they interact with Kite, their dynamic is basically detective (Kite) and friends/assistants/clients (Lime and Candi). The reason Kite becomes a detective is because after Ancient Feather gets imprisoned by the Dead King for her crimes against him, Kite temporarily became the leader of P.o.P before resigning and becoming a detective to solve crimes and problem, that don't involve impossible stakes and less fighting (because she did a lot of that).
AND I AM DONE. JOYUS DAY FOR ALL (specifically me). I can now have this off my mind and wait till I have more worlds and the oc's that live in that world to share. Have a nice day
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See he's confused because he thought I wasn't actually be able to fit it all in this time, or get lazy, and as a punishment he would eat me, WELL, looks you whos wrong now hmm Scratchy? yeah that's right.
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