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ebonyslasher · 8 months

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Hello! Hru? I love ur blog soo muchh♡ may I request human! Reader (from Kagome's world) who's really strong? Like the reader surprised the Inuyasha men (inuyasha, naraku and sesshomaru:> if you're not comfortable with these you can always change!) When a demon tried to attack her & the men tried to save reader but stop when they see her beating the demon up with bare hands or with a weapon she found brutally💀😭 And they just stood there dumbfounded like how tf🧍‍♂️? And when they ask how is she so strong, reader just shrugs and goes like "martial arts?"

Thank you and feel free to use any pronounces! I just wanna read sumn for once that doesn't have weak reader pls I'm so tired 💀💀

Hey anon! Sorry this is so late. I do agree with you on the last part. I'm tired of the weak reader all the time too. People gotta switch it up you know?

Strong ass Human!Reader in the Feudal Era with Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, and Naraku:

Inuyasha:

Reveling in the heroism of saving a nearby village, the group started their journey elsewhere. Trekking through the forest, your rag-tag group ran into a boisterous pig yokai. Who, unfortunately, became smitten with your looks.

"I will have you as my bride. And we can make all the hanyou I want!"

Ew. The initial response was to ignore the pig. There've been many demons who would bother the group. And, after the fight you all came from, you just wanted to make camp. Inuyasha grumbled a quick, "Piss off," as the group passes by.

But, it seemed that the Pig was serious about his stupid claim. He bares his teeth and shoots forward at you, grabbing your legs. World tipping over, your head thumps against a patch of lush grass. How lucky. However, you felt a strong pull on your leg, dragging your body away from your friends.

Hell fuck no! In the midst of the dragging, your bag was in the perfect position to grab easily. With how quickly things happened, Inuyasha jumpstarts to save you. You grab the bulky hammer in your bag, hiding it from view.

The pig yokai guffaws and throws you over his shoulder. "When I see someone worthy of being a bride, it's my right to claim-OOUGH"

One hit to the dome scratched some skin off and left his brain to rattle. "WHAT THE-." The next swing made contact with his cheek, sending sanguine liquid onto the ground. The pig stood there shocked, with blood leaking from his mouth.

He gets angry and charges at you, again. This time, he wouldn't get you. Grounding yourself, you kick him back, which sends him flying back a few feet. Taking charge, you jump and start to gruesomely work on his head with the hammer.

"What da HELL!!! Y/N!!!" Inuyasha yells. He's totally flabbergasted. His eyes and mouth are so wide, it's comical. There's the desire to step in and protect you, but it's so impressed how strong and ferocious those swings were. Inuyasha didn't want to interrupt. It was kind of hot.

Although, Inuyasha is a little peeved that you didn't let him know how strong you were. The way you sent him back with that kick was unexpected. He starts cheering you on.

"Way to go Y/N!" He's standing there smiling with his hands on his hips. Once the beast was knocked out (or dead, who cares). You turn back to head to the group.

"Y/n that was so cool! When the hell did you get so strong?"

"Uhhhh....fighting with my cousins growing up?" You shrugged. "I just want to go lay down, can we hurry up and make camp somewhere?"

Now, he's wondering what type of humans your cousins are.

2. Sesshomaru

This is one of the worst fears you had. Spiders. In your time, you could easily avoid an encounter with one of these wretched creatures. Modern houses and bug repellents helped tremendously. Not going out into nature and definitely NOT living in Australia did too. Since you've traveled back to the feudal era and were forced to interact with nature, your luck has been tested. And it just ran out today.

A fucking spider demon appeared. It was grotesque, smelly, and an abomination. And it was big too. It wanted to attempt to best Lord Sesshomaru in battle. Sesshomaru, of course, refuses. So, the dumb thing tries to shoot webs at you. Thankfully you dodged.

The hate for spiders took over your body. The fear you had compounded on top of that, making you scarier than the demon. It tries to stick its hairy and pointy leg through you, but you were quicker. With desperate and angered bare hands, you tore off its leg.

The spider yokai shouts in pain. Taking advantage of it's pause, you quickly tear off each limb. One by one.

Sesshomaru, in all his glory, stands there and says nothing. Does nothing. It really doesn't look like he's reacting but he is. The Demon Lord is extremely surprised that he's tense. His eyes are wide. Only thing that's slack is his hands.

The dagger in your side pouch begs to be utilized. It's appeased by you yanking it out and stabbing the yokai in one of it's many eyes. The screams, the power, and the needed imagery of you decimating this spider was iconic.

To Sesshomaru, it was obvious you were untrained. The ferocity of your actions cover it well. He's impressed and takes mental note to start training you. Maybe, have you be a little more graceful with your movements.

"This one had no indication of the strength you hold." Sesshomaru states.

".......I just really fucking hate spiders." you sardonically reply.

"...Hn. Noted. This one concurs with your sentiment."

Silently, he is pleased with this discovery. A small smile graces his face after you turn away

3. Naraku

Narakus' lower demons were soooo annoying. Their existence was one that irritated you. Irritating when they sucked dick to Naraku and when they tried to be condescending towards you. Just because you were human. The audacity sent you over the edge.

The edge it sent you over was one close by. One of those things became unruly in your presence. Acting as it was better than you, the ugliness of it all. The decision to put it back in its place was swift and malicious. An example to others who felt the same.

Precise, your hand shoots out to grab the lowly yokai. Chucking it, the demon bashes against a nearby rock. It's body twitches on the ground, confused on what just occurred. Slowly, you walk over. With no urgency or care. It felt like you were Michael Myers in that moment. Once you made it over, you stare before stomping it. One more. And again. Again. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN. Until there was a crater in the dirt it crumpled in.

Naraku, some distance away, observed the scene with shocked eyes, his mouth slightly open. "This human...!"

He is pissed that you hid this information from him. And how did he miss this? He frequently spied on you, sent his wasps when he couldn't make a puppet! But now that he knows....you can be of use for him. You're a bit too....alluring to be considered a lackey, but he needed to have control over you somehow. A sly grin graces his face upon observing the aftermath. The squished gruel of guts and blood staining the ground and your shoes.

He approaches, with a questioning stare. "Y/n...pray tell, how did you aquire this power?"

"Oh, my parents had me do martial arts since I was a kid. Plus, I was angry."

All Naraku can think is how nice it was of your parents to prepare you for him and his deeds.

#black reader #inuyasha #sesshoumaru #naraku #inuyasha x reader #sesshoumaru x reader #naraku x reader

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undercoveravenger · 6 months

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Hearts Aflame

Pairing: Peeta x Fire spirit!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Peeta bakes and meets a fire spirit who falls for him”

A/N: Happy Halloween! Here’s part 1 of your Halloween surprise, though there’s more to come. Hope you enjoy!

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Peeta had always been afraid of the basement in his parents’ house- dark and dingy and always a bit cold despite the fire raging away in the bulky furnace in the corner. Mostly though, he was afraid of whatever lurked within the flames in the furnace. He’d seen it once when he was a kid, glowing golden eyes watching him through the swirls of fire, only just able to make out the edges of the figure as it stepped forward, holding out a hand like it was going to get him. He’d turned and ran then, running away up the stairs and bolting the door behind him. Ever since then, he had done everything he could to avoid going back into the basement- offering to do his brothers’ chores in exchange to get one of them to go down there instead of him, hiding and enduring his parents’ punishments when he was found to get out of it.

Now though, with District 12 in ruins and little but the foundations left of many of the homes of the village, he’s left waist deep in rubble and debris trying to take stock of what was salvageable and what would need to be completely rebuilt. He’s faced worse in the last year and a half of his life than what he thought he saw when he was little, so as much as unease is beginning to build in his stomach, he presses on, hefting charred beams out of the way as he tries to unearth what’s left of his family’s home.

His heart lurches in his chest as he moves a couple of splintered beams out of the way and reveals that same old furnace, the big glass window in the door spiderwebbed with cracks but otherwise unchanged. The fire inside had long gone out, but even still Peeta could see a faint glow from a couple of lightly burning embers.

Almost without conscious thought, his fingers drift to the handle of the furnace. The cold metal bites into his hand just enough to get him to hesitate, but the promise of confronting his old fear has him pressing on, twisting the heavy metal handle and wrenching the door open. The gust of fresh air rushes over the coals, sending sparks skittering throughout the furnace and the few coals that had a bit of heat left flare up, shooting from the dim red they’d been glowing to a brighter gold and he can feel a bit of heat coming off of them now.

As Peeta watches, something shifts within the waves of heat emanating off of the coals, shifting and rising from the pile of ashes to coalesce into something more tangible. It starts to take shape as it’s exposed to the air, smoke and sparks and flame cooling and hardening over into skin and hair and admittedly handsome features, completed by those glowing golden eyes that Peeta had remembered from all those years ago.

The spirit steps forward, emerging from the furnace for the first time that Peeta knows about, standing tall before him with squared shoulders and a bright grin, and looking very nearly human for all that Peeta knows that he isn’t.

“Thank you,” the spirit says, voice low and warm like a fire crackling lowly in the hearth on a cold day. Comforting in a way you wouldn’t really think about but can’t help recognizing. “For freeing me.”

Peeta blinks then, startled by the calmness of the creature he’d feared all these years. “You were… trapped in there?”

He nods slowly, the glow in his eyes dimming to a soft (e/c) and Peeta really can’t find it in himself to be intimidated any longer, despite the creature’s power. “I was. I made a deal decades ago to help your father’s father succeed and he double-crossed me. I’d been there ever since, until you let me out.”

“I’m sorry,” Peeta says because he can’t really think of anything else that he can say. “I’m sorry that I didn’t help you sooner.”

The spirit shrugs, bright grin sparking back to life and the spark in his eyes reigniting, “You didn’t know, I can’t hold it against you.” He takes a look around then, seemingly fascinated by all the changes from the last time he’d seen the outside world. He turns back to look at Peeta then, grinning softly as he takes Peeta’s hand in his, “There’s things that need taken care of now that I’m free, but I can assure you, this won’t be the last you see of me Peeta,” he presses a soft kiss to the back of Peeta’s knuckles and seems to spark along the edges of his figure, the firm outline of him breaking apart into little wisps and sparks of fire before Peeta’s eyes as he starts to dissipate, flaking away until all that’s left of the spirit are those glowing eyes, and then even those extinguish.

Feeling a little foolish for being afraid of the fire spirit all this time, Peeta finds himself hoping that he’ll keep his promise as he returns to his work.

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anxiousdreamcore · 6 months

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Will you ever make these Street Kid Spider fic or art? I still have your AU somewhere in the back of my mind

(Street kid!Spider AU introduction post)

I’m honestly amazed ppl still want it 😭 🫶 I’m currently a bit busy but here’s a little drabble to quench your hunger;

Kiri couldn’t help but aww at the cats curling around her, meowing in curiosity. Their old neighborhood had little to none strays but those who survived there had been very agressive. It was a surprise to see such a big pack of animals practically welcome her in.

Then again, she always had a way with fauna.

Traversing the abandoned mall, so overgrown it long turned into a jungle, she eyes the rusted metal and fading plaques. The sight was almost apocalyptic, if not for the blooming greenery in every crevice.

And then a loud clang erupted through h the corridor. Strays jumped in surprise, hiding behind their new friend, but the noise was made by a falling metal pipe. Nothing to be afraid of.

However, the featherlight steps that followed were a more valid reason for alarm. They sounded human. Kiri wasn’t alone.

The girl was taught better than this, she told herself as she followed the noise. She was taught better than to wander the abandoned shopping district after school and follow mysterious sounds.

She knew better, she thought, carefully climbing a tree into a dark attic.

The room seemed completely empty at first, safe for the napping cats on the old mattress, but the more Kiri looked, the more evidence she gathered that the old storage space was clearly lived in. There were personal items scattered about, like stacks of old, worn comic journals and then a smaller stack of equally worn sketchbooks. There was a tattered skateboard placed against the wall, and graffiti on the other side of the room, with spray-paint bottles resting on the floor. Above the mattress hung taped Christmas lights, and under them, a number of sketch pages detailing environments, stray animals, plants, people, and even some mythical creatures from the Na’vi religion, like the strong angstik or the gentle atokirina.

A Na’vi artist? Kiri thought, smiling. The stranger she’d heard not long ago suddenly seemed much less threatening.

“Have your mama never taught you how to knock?” Then came a raspy voice from behind her, sending an immediate chill down the girl’s spine. It felt cold, but youthful. Its owner couldn’t be much older than her. Slowly she turned, her blue eyes meeting a pair of deep brown ones, staring directly into her soul.

It was a teenage boy, but quite the bulky one for his age, if his scratched and bruised biceps were anything to go by. He wore a pair of camo pants, decorated with beads and trinkets, tucked into miss-matched boots. There was some hand-crafted jewelry on his wrists, and a necklace tied around his neck two times over. Some small wooden trinket hung off of it, together with a small crystal, but the clothing was by far not what grabbed Kiri’s attention most.

This stranger had what she could only describe as a lion’s mane. His hair, pale at the ends and dark at the roots, curled and coiled around his face, then shoulders, like a pack of vipers and she could see braids, big and small, hang in no particular pattern, as if the kid braided them out of boredom and just left them there.

“Uh, sorry? I got curious. Your pets are cute…”

“They’re not pets. I don’t keep them here, and they don’t rely on me for food.” He responded, deadpan. “You can’t own a cat, or any animal really, only be part of their pack.”

Kiri’s eyes widened, surprised at the respect he payed these creatures, then proceeded to smile once more. His manner of speaking about living beings very much sounded like something her grandma Mo’at would say.

“Of course. Never thought otherwise.” She responded gently, and the stranger relaxed his stance, carefully approaching. Kiri could now see that the "print" on his old shirt was actually a painted image of a viperwolf, another mythical creature spoken of in Na’vi legends.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Kiri. Kiri te Suli Kìreysì'ite.” She reached her hand to her forehead and gestured forward, gauging if he’d know what it means. Na’vi culture often fell victim to people who liked it only for the visual appeal, but the greeting was a lesser known sign, only something the people did towards their own. “My family moved into town couple days ago.”

The blonde tilted his head akin to a feline, eyeing her face, before his brows relaxed and he repeated the gesture, proceeding to switch into fluent Na’vi, which was another pleasant surprise. “Spider. This is kind of my house.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Eh, you haven’t stolen anything yet so I’ll let it slide.” He shrugged, smirking. “Welcome to Awa’atlu. How’s the city treating you?”

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adobe-outdesign · 6 months

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could you review the Machop line for us please?

Basically the psychical counterpart to the Abra line, the Machop line does a pretty good job at being wrestling-themed muscle monsters. Machop here is a bit too small to really have any seriously muscles, but it looks bulky enough, and serves as a good starting point for the rest of the line.

One thing I do like about this line is that they're fairly humanoid monsters, but each stage throws in one weird non-humanoid trait; in this case, Machop's tail. It adds a bit of flavor and makes for a more interesting monster design. I also like those plated segments on their heads.

The one thing that drives me nuts about Machops design, however, is THOSE THREE LINES ON ITS CHEST. WHAT ARE THOSE?? I never hear anyone mention them, but its always portrayed with them. They almost seem like ribs, but it doesn't make sense to see the ribs on a creature so muscular. Thankfully they're easy to ignore, but once you notice them you'll never really un-notice them.

Machoke is probably my favorite of this line. While it looses the tail, it makes up for it with a more reptilian face, which I really like. I'm not entirely sure what the markings on its arms are or why it gains them and then looses them immediately, but they look cool—almost like exposed muscle—and they add some additional flavor to this stage so it stands out from the rest of the line.

However, my big beef(cake) with Machoke, and Machamp as well, is the belt. I don't mind the black markings, which fit into the wresting theme, but having a literal wresting belt there just feels so weird, and is very much one of those weird Gen 1 quirks that probably would've been handled differently in a later gen (see: Incineroar).

I don't always mind Pokemon holding objects, but I feel like there needs to be a degree of rationale behind it; like, it needs to be explained where they got the object from, why they carry it, and it needs to add something to the design.

The reason it has the belt is supposedly to hold back its power, but like... how??? Why???? These things and more will never be answered. It's never explained where the belt comes from either, and honestly, it doesn't add much to the design; the wrestling would've been obvious already due to the anatomy and the spandex-like markings. The design is otherwise fine as a whole, but that parts really distracting.

What's stronger than a big muscly guy? A big muscly guy with four arms, of course! The extra arms are honestly a pretty cool idea; they not only different Machamp from the rest of the line but just are a cool element for a monster in general, and work well with the theme.

However, while I like the new arms, the face is a bit of a downgrade. It's less that its flatter/more human-ish and more that it has those giant yellow markings; they match the color of the best at least, but they just look off. Also, the belt's still there. On the plus side, I do like the overall look, and its two-toed feet are an improvement; Machoke's felt a bit too humanoid.

And g-max Machamp is decent enough, nothing crazy but nothing terrible looking. I guess my main issue with it is that it doesn't really do anything new conceptually; its a little different visually, but it doesn't enhance the line in any way. Why not give it a third set of arms in the back or something? Granted, multiplying design elements is more of a mega thing, but that would've at least been something unique. Or heck, why not finally remove that belt? Its supposed to hold back its power, so wouldn't taking it off here make sense?

But that said, the design itself isn't bad. I do like the smaller head and the more prominent neck, which makes the chest look all the bigger by extension. I also enjoy the way the markings have extended to make it look like its now wearing full-on pants, and how it has the additional cowl around the neck. The arm markings also aren't bad in that they attract attention to the arms and match the yellow accents in the eyes, belt, and mouth; however, they also feel kind of arbitrary, like they felt like the design needed something else but they weren't sure what so they just tossed those on there.

Anyway, as a whole, the line's pretty solid; the theme is obvious, each stage is unique, and the designs are enjoyable if you enjoy more humanoid monsters (which I do). The only things that bog it down a bit are details like the belts and the fairly standard g-max design.

#machop #machoke #machamp #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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doubleddenden · 4 months

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Okay I had a whole thing typed that was my review for the new Pokémon dropped in Indigo Disk, but tumblr ate it, so take 2

Starting with my favorite, Archaludon. It's a dragon, a kaiju, also a stapler remover, also a bridge with power cables inside. This is a really cool design overall and fixes what I dislike about Duraludon, and it's fun to play with. 9/10

Hydrapple fixes what I dislike about Dipplin, but does make Flapple and Appletun a bit obsolete. Regardless, it's a fun idea and concept- I love that 7 Syrpents (which I guess aren't individually pokemon on their own? Slowbro Shelder situation I guess) make up 1 pokemon. It's silly but fun. 8/10

Also these two are neat because the concepts tie into New York/ Unova if we look at it through lense of Archaludon's Sky Arrow Bridge being based on Brooklyn Bridge and Rainbow Bridge, and Hydrapple clearly being a Big Apple reference. Very creative

Onto the paradoxes

Raging Bolt is interesting. I prefer Raikou, and I'll be the first to admit that I do not give a shit about how many cultural or historical references are in a design, if it looks like shit its a shit design. But this design is pretty okay, and because of that I can appreciate ALL of the inspirations that went into its design.

First off, with the Beast Paradoxes drawing inspiration from dinosaurs, we have Raging Bolt as the Thunder Lizard- aka Brontosaurus. That alone is meat, but it's still pretty mammalian compared to Walking Wake- that's because there's references to something called a Questing Beast. In Medieval times, before the age of cameras or fact checking, a description of an animal far far away- such a giraffe- can get twisted abd distorted via several games of telephone until we get to a creature that combines the lower body of a leopard and deer and the neck and head of a snake- aka the Questing Beast. Raging Bolt plays a bit with all of these ideas in a pretty unique and fun way. 8/10

Iron Crown- admittedly the Justice Paradoxes suffer a bit from the same "just make it a robot" mentality that plagues other Violet Paradoxes, but the Swords of Justice got the better end of it, I'd say. Iron Crowns in particular actually fixes what I hate about Cobalion by adding segments to the legs and thus making them feel less like bipedal knees on a quadrupedal animal.

It's signature move, Tachyon Cutter, also looks so cool in action by making the horns HUGE and GLOWING. That's awesome imo. 8/10

And now the new paradoxes we knew were coming

Gouging Fire, Entei's Paradox. I'll say that I like it, although this is the least changed of the Beasts and is basically just Entei in a fancy hat. Hey, that's fine though.

The dinosaur Entei is based on is some kind of ceratopsian blend. I personally thought they'd go in that direction with a triceratops design, so I was close. The head dress piece actually gives me Ho-Oh vibes, in particularly the gold and greens, which could be purposeful and root the Beasts Paradoxes back to the Beast's master, Ho-Oh. Fun design, 8/10

Iron Boulder. This one imo is more of the "robot" angle but done in a very good way. I like Terrakion best out of the Swords to begin with, but only at certain angles in 2d (they murdered him in SV. Murdered. He looks like a cross eyed frog now.) Iron Boulder takes the bulky build of Terrakion and makes it work better in 3d by incorporating spherical and cone builds along its body and head.

It definitely looks the LEAST like a psychic type out if any psychic type I've ever seen, but that's fine. Like Iron Crown with its twin horns and Iron Leaves with its 3 blades, Iron Boulder has a cool looking sword move- his turns his two larger horns into ONE MASSIVE GLOWING BLADE. THAT'S REALLY COOL! 8/10

And now. The Boy

Terapagos is a cute design that becomes more elegant, refined, and Stellar as it becomes stronger. While I'm a bit disappointed at how they handled it in story after a year of build up, I do think the designs after it's base form are incredibly detailed and creative.

The type patterns on its shell actually shift and change smoothly to other types, and the Terastilized form is even more incredible by representing every type plus a hat version of its original form. Beautiful, yet imposing, and a tad silly. The dome is an interesting take that I believe might represent the world or perhaps even a larger turtle- the design could reference one of many World Turtle mythologies and possibly have it represent a planet in space, or maybe a Turtle floating in the ocean, perhaps it's even a reference to the Tale of Urashima Taro. If Terapagos was available in Blueberry Academy- which I think it started out that way in planning- it could even represent the Terarium itself. Perhaps a deeper story was originally planned but dropped- like the castles and gigantic tree of Crown Tundra.

Regardless, base form is a 6/10. Its cute but kinda pointless. The other forms though are 8/10 though for incredible execution, wonderful and pleasing use of color, and overall just being great.

This batch of new Pokémon is way better than Teal Mask's, let's be real. For the paradoxes, I'll say the Future ones got better after Iron Leaves, while Walking Wake was the peak for the Beasts. Ogerpon wins for cutest legendary with the best build up, but Terapagos definitely wins for best design. This batch is an everall 8/10

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heavyknitter · 7 months

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2 - Do you even knit bro

So here I am, with my little test piece and wool my aunt brought me from the store and new knitting needles and a bunch of wool I acquired myself on day 3 of my knitting journey.

So.. we hit September 29th - the day I just went for it.

I figured I had done plenty of practice for just doing something as basic as a scarf, I mean, basically I already made a little animal sized scarf already right so how hard can it be to do this on a larger scale?

Well. Lets start with the fact that while I knew the basic movement of knitting I had not yet learned how to cast on wool to start something new. Because remember, my aunt did that with the test piece and did the first two rows - so over to the auntie we go and we run back into the same issue as before - she can't explain and I can't follow. Hand manipulation became funky business because neither of us realized that when I tried to copy I held the threads wrong and tried to cast on loops with the thread connected to the wool not the other one. It was a bit of a funny back and forth because she looked over my hand movements, saw me pick up the thread and of course it did not work as intended and neither of us cottoned in on what was going wrong here. It might seem silly, but I was very pleased with myself once she retried on her own hand to figure out what I am doing wrong (remember we are both kinaesthetic creatures, she needed to replicate my movements to find out what is wrong but as opposed to me she held the threads - both of them - correctly for this step so she did not realize what went wrong on my end) that it dawned on me that I had thrice looped the threads wrong around my fingers and of course it could not work that way. So I took the thing back from her, wound the threads around my hand again and this time it worked. My first correctly cast on loop. Fuck yeah. The upside of fucking around so much on this basic step and then realizing what went wrong would ensure that this is now second nature ain't no way I am doing this wrong again ever. Good thing too because my aunt was starting to get mildly frustrated because this is easy basic stuff but somehow it is complicated and I get why it frustrated her a bit how clumsy my humble beginnings are but I reminded her gently, that she did this for years, she does not have to think or plan anything for her it is all muscle memory, just like riding a bike. But I have not learned how to ride this particular bike - would she expect me to know how to hold my balance without having it ever done before? Of course not. And any new task that involves your body and movement needs to be hardwired in your brain to make you perform it with the same ease she does it. The older we get, the more we forget how tricky it can be to pick up something new you have never done before and many people get frustrated and stop learning something because they wrongly assume being an adult means you should learn shit in a snap. Nah. Everything we learn kickstarts new neural pathways in our brain, those want to be engaged and nurtured by repetition you can't just go into something new and come out a pro in the same day. 's not how it works. But my aunt is in her late 50s so it's been a while since she got into any new craft. But she understood when I explained and reminded.

So here I am, happily casting on loop after loop and I have no concept on how much to get a good broad scarf so my aunt estimated for me to make like 40 (I am working on another scarf right now and she was absolutely right - 40 is the perfect amount for this particular bulky wool) and I said "I want it huge, really really big you feel me? So she said "make it 45 then". By the time I started counting how many I already had on there I was at 55 but instead of stopping there I figured, ehh extra bulky - and made it 70.

And let me tell you, with absolute no shadow of a doubt, this was both a mistake and overshooting the goal widely and also the best thing ever.

It is soft, it is bulky, it is wide enough that if I get it to the length I wish to achieve I could very likely roll myself up in it. And I mean completely. Like.. drape and wrap it nicely, use some safety pins and bäm. Could make it some sort of eccentric statement piece in the next ballroom. So yeah, Friday the 29th was go-time and I was knitting until like.. what.. 2am happy as a clam. Next morning, Saturday I woke up, grabbed the thing to knit a bit before getting up, count the loops and.. I lost one. No idea were it went, no idea when it went and no idea how to spot were it is. The good thing for me was, that on this very Saturday my mother would drop in to help me with something and if my auntie is an expert in knitting, then my Mother is the master. There was so much crafted stuff in my childhood home and my fondest memories of my mother are her crocheting, knitting, or crafting something. Mostly fancy Easter eggs with fabrics pearls and feathers and stuff. Really fancy shizzle. So of course when she dropped in I was like "Mama! I started to knit! Also I lost a loop and I do not know where it is or how to spot it in this bulky thing help meeeee!" And she gave me a look. You know the one. The one only an exasperated Mom can give you. But eh, she found it. Six or Seven rows below and so she unraveled all those rows, threw everything back on the needle, counted, and then redid the rows with speed I could not comprehend. She also muttered something about this wool being bad, it's too dark too bulky can't see shit with that why would you use that as starting project yadda yadda yadda. (I think she was pleased tho, she tried back then to get both of her children into crafting but my brother was more for gaming and bionicles and I was more art, writing and gaming the spark was not quite there yet)

She gave me a second look when I showed her the wool I had acquired already for future projects because she lowkey thinks I might not stick with it - well, let it be known I am in deep. I might eventually balance it out again with all my other hobbies but for now I just wanna progress and create stuff and I like to have a lil stash on hand. She promised me to show me how to knit with 5 needles to make some legwarmers I am very exited and down the line of talking she told me not to try a blanket because she wanted to do that and was discouraged because its expensive and takes too long. But she also told me that the bulky wool I have going for the scarf she would do away with in 1 hour so I'm like... damn woman if you're so fast and money is no longer an issue you could probably pull this off in record time.

It also gave me a lil kick because this bulky thing? 1 hour??

Now that it a goal to work up to >d

This is the state of the scarf currently by the way, pulled over both of the knitting needles so I can show you just how broad this thing is. The lighter is a normal sized lighter that fits in the palm of your hand. Like I said, 70 loops was both the worst and best decision I made with this. I already had to start a second roll of wool for this. It will take a bit to finish. In fact I already finished something else in the meantime while working on this because just one WIP is not a thing I can do (I have now 5 things I work on truth be told)

But yeahhhh it huge I love this thing I can wear this as fullbody piece eventually I am very pleased. And it is soft. It is so soft. I love it so much.

#heavyknitter speaks #knitting journal #knitting #fiber arts #fiber crafts #craftblr #knitblr #knitters of tumblr #long post

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yanderedbdimagines · 2 years

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How about a survivor who somehow knows of the Archives existence and took the chance to leave the campfire in search for it in hopes of escaping the Entity’s realm one way or another, only to accidentally stumble into the Hillbilly’s territory who’s absolutely obsessed with them? A scenario would be nice! Thank you!

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You have no idea how much I like this! :D Personally, I have the feeling that the Archives might be the closest thing to a get-away from the horrors in the Entity’s realm any person stuck there could wish for. Especially since the Observer, the one operating the Archives, knows more about the realm than any of the killers and the survivors ever could. Of course, if I read the lore right, the Observer doesn’t know how to leave the realm himself, but it might be the safest place in the Fog for the survivor to be in, I bet.

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The Hillbilly

The disfigured man hears whispers in the wind, directing him to the east side of the unkept farm- his farm. He listens intently and grips his chainsaw and hammer even more tightly in his rough hands. A warning from the Entity- warning him that there is an intruder near his land. But which one could it be? One of the young adults dressed with a grinning mask? The tall man in blue overalls and a white face that acts as a mask? A strange creature with a flower-shaped mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth that is actually its face?

He shivers restlessly, white-hot fury already bubbling up in his lanky body and burning his veins in the process. He never really had a good relationship with any of the killers, not even the one he got to know as Bubba Sawyer, the Cannibal. In fact, the only moment the two of them willingly interact with one another is when they exchange the Hillbilly’s slaughtered pigs for Bubba’s mechanical parts and maintenance products for chainsaws and agricultural vehicles. Nothing more, nothing less. If it weren’t for that, Max might have attacked that stupid man a long time ago; jealousy, bloodlust and self-preservation of his own skin the main motives. Not that his face is worthy enough to be worn, apparently.

And before you wonder, he saw and still sees flashes of the Cannibal’s past any time the two interact. Maybe that's a way for the Entity to keep the Hillbilly's killer's motives at a high level and keeping him on his toes as result. A strange way to keep the killers isolated from each other and motivated to kill each other all at the same time- sharing corruption and twisted emotions. The dark being basically dangles it in front of the heads of some who need the discipline that friendship is not, and never will be, an option given all their natures and upbringings. And that the anger and frustration that almost always ensues after such interactions, and is often fueled by misunderstandings, can only be extinguished during trials. Well, most of the time, because a killer killing another killer does happen occasionally, but not as often as it would have if the Entity had not interfered when necessary.

He approaches the edge of the outer boundary of Coldwind farm and sees from afar that a shadow is moving rapidly in the dark thicket. A bush rustles and whips aside before the swaying of tall corn stalks implies that the unknown killer thought it a good idea to position itself in the fields. Precisely the fields that are a part of his territory....

His breathing becomes shallow and filled with resentment as he himself walks straight into the dark yellow vegetation, his beady eyes peering for a head to violently smash his bulky hammer against and show them that this kind of provocation might as well be their death sentence.

He is already brandishing the hammer high above his head as he approaches the familiar crunch of footfalls on dry ground, but slows down when he notices that the intruder seems a lot smaller than he expected; just a tad bit taller than that skinny lady with the big hand.

He swings anyway when a hooded head pops fully into view, only to be paralyzed to the bone when an all too familiar pitch of the voice makes his ears twitch as the figure dodges the hammer at the last possible moment, hitting nothing but greenery instead.

You change your course and run as fast as you possibly can, your backpack rippling during the movement. Max stares after you in a mesmerized daze.

It’s you…

Why are you here?

In the few years he has served the Entity thus far, he has rarely encountered a survivor wandering so far from the safety of a campfire as the one after the latest mass shift. The last time he saw a survivor within his area in such a manner was many months ago.

No. He doesn’t want to think about that- about him…

He is not delusional. He understands that you are not here for him. For you, a very unfavorable situation that came through a bout of bad luck. But for him, exactly the opposite is the case. Although, he is still very curious about where you were headed to. Maybe that backpack of yours can give him more insight into that? after all, he doubts you'll tell him voluntarily. As he learned from TV, some people will do almost anything to hide a secret from a person they dislike, no matter how insignificant it is.

He shakes his head, the anger in his blood gradually replaced by an emotion much lighter and more heavenly as he drops his tools with a thud. He won’t need them right now… Not with you…

He straightens his back, his spine popping loudly in the process before quickly limping after you at a speed even faster than before.

You don’t stand a chance.

You scream as something heavy quickly tackles you to the ground, yanking your backpack off you and throwing it somewhere to the side before pinning you belly-side down to the ground. You try to turn around, struggling in the process, and try to swipe an arm back whenever you see an opening. In response, he simply grabs your wrists before nailing them down as well.

Whilst you are shortening your life span through unfiltered inner panic alone, as ecstatic the Hillbilly is with finally having you within his grasp in a way he could have never dreamed of before.

Sure, it's clear that there's still a lot of work to be done to get you to trust him, but there's now hope and a solid goal for him to work on. One that is now approachable and seemingly possible to achieve.

He just hopes that you will also open yourself up to the idea of spending the rest of your life close by his side.

The very first step would be to try and get you to talk about why you left the survivor's camp in the first place.

#dbd #dead by daylight #reader #insert #dbd x reader #yandere #reader insert #hillbilly #max thompson jr #archives

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blurrymango · 7 months

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Sapheans! Yippee! Ok so. Basically I kinda rip-offed Homestuck trolls lol sue me.

So-

These motherffuckers live on a really huge and damn dangerous planet with two suns and mostly hostile creatures. There's a lot of wild and different types of climates. The water is acidic, the clouds are extremely dense, and plants are also very dangerous. Yet though, these ffuckers seem to be the only sentient bitches on the whole damn orb.

There's a lot of racism ffucking obviously but it's coming from all sides. But there's also a lot of love. Their societies range from spiraling nauseatingly tall clusters of buildings to two dudes on an island and everywhere in between.

General design notes, mostly coloration wise y'know-

Their blood can be ANY color, but shades are specific to different type. And blood color determines hair(or feather) color, eye color, fins, marking color, and antenna and whatnot. I just used red and blue and green for examples it is not limited.

Pointy parts for. Well. Protection.

The parts colored as black act as kinda like an exoskeleton, though in general their skin is pretty tough, especially the face, and especially the face fangs.

Can generally have any shape horns, they come in all shapes and sizes.

Pretty much every single one has different markings.

Clothes. Are... A thing. Yes. They wear clothes actually lol.

More joints in their legs than humans have.

Yes they can dye their hair and paint their markings different colors.

There are ghosts! This species exists in a world with magics and supernatural elements and whatnot.

Ok so. Shit I have for them at the current moment.

Land-

Majority.

Their blood is generally mid-tone, skin grey, darker in warmer areas, lighter in colder.

Good hands, feet, and tail for grabbing things.

Two horns. One set of horns. However you put it. They use them bitches for navigation and farming and electricity. And of course murder.

Sea-

Second most uncommon.

No noses we don't do that in the ocean.

Bitches be in acidic ffucking water.

Their blood is generally bright and neon, skin can range anywhere from super light grey to super dark grey depending on how deep they are.

One horn, generally. Used for controlling the water. And of course murder.

Webbed hands and feet and a second set of eyelids.

Deeper you get, the freakier they can be TBH.

Underground-

Second most common.

Smaller eyes than average DUH. They ain't using them for much.

Antennas! ANTENNAS.

Two pronged horns. Or even rarer, two sets of horns. Used for searching out minerals and rare rocks and and lava and entrances and exits to caves. And of course murder.

Hands and feet good for digging through dirt or the toughest of rock.

Feelers on the face and a long slender tail good for reaching into cracks and crevices.

Blood is pale and dull like their skin.

Sky-

Uncommon.

Feathers, not hair.

Big ol wings.

Less leg joints than the others, makes them less bulky.

Big ol eyes for absorbing all the sunlight they get.

Thinner and longer fingers and toes than others, again, to be less bulky.

Horns used to control the weather. And of course murder.

Skin is dark, cuz of the sun. Blood is dark too.

Possible mutations-

Pictured is a land dweller with bat-like wings. It is a rare trait to have, but also they can actually fly.

Blood shade that doesn't match the type.

Abnormal amount of horns for type, including no horns at all.

Two different blood colors in one guy. They do not blend. This affects eyes and hair and markings.

Pupils.

Black or white blood? Nah that's just a myth. Right? Lmao.

Various other tidbits of mixings and matchings of traits, like gills on a land dweller or antenna on a sky dweller.

That's all for now folks! If anyone sees this and cares enough to make their own Saphean character I would be absolutely delighted!

#mango man speaks #mango man draws #digital art #digital drawing #homestuck #<- if only for the heavy inspiration i took.#fanspecies #humanoid #original species #open species #alien species #sapheans

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jaune arc is a were wolf but everyone including himself all think he's just a wolf faunas. but blake knows the truth and she will show the world! also maybe get raveged by him later but only after she makes him admit to being a werewolf and not a fuanas! everyone just thinks blake is racist (this is before we find out she's faunas too)

how do things turn out?

Jaune Arc was always an odd duck, ever since his arrival at Beacon. And no, not just by means of his personality. True, he was a dorky guy who loved comic books, action movies, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, and wearing a blue bunny onesie, but there was more to it than that.

For one thing, every time he smiled, he would spread his lips wide to reveal his dagger-like teeth, so big and sharp that he once bit through an apple. AN ENTIRE APPLE! Weiss thought is was so gross and undignified, then showed him how to eat it in one bite more elegantly.

Then there were his ears. Blake has met her fair share of wolf faunus with wolf ears, but nobody ever had ears as hairy as his. It was gross, until Nora started braiding it. Then it just looked weird. The ribbons were kind of cute, until you noticed what they were tied to.

But his arms and his legs were so hairy, too! Her dad was the only one hairier than Jaune, but not by much. It came out in tufts through his suit! Ruby and Yang came up with the idea of rolling up his sleeves to make him look rugged. Sure, even if he did look very masculine, and muscular, with kind eyes that looked like something out of fairy ta- NO! FOCUS!

There was something definitely off about Jaune Arc, and she was going to find out!

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"Hey, Blake, what's up?" Jaune stood in the afternoon light, looking statuesque qithout his shirt on. A fang poked through his lips, giving a cute, doggish look.

Blake shook her head. "We need to talk."

"Oh, uh, sure." Jaune tossed his shirt on, pulling hair down and giving him a bulky look. "But I hope it doesn't take too long. I have to be on a bullhead for home in a few hours."

"I know what you are, Jaune." Straight to the point, and judging by the look of fear in his eyes, she hit the mark.

"Y-You do?" Jaune grabbed her by the wrist with his big, meaty, thick paws, and shut the doors behind them. "You can't tell anyone, please!"

"I have to tell them eventually." Blake said, putting a hand over her heart to still her beating heart. "You can't hide this forever."

"I know, I know." Jaune whined, pacing the room. "Pyrrha knows, and she's willing to help me."

"Pyrrha knows?" Blake was surprised by this. "What about Ren and Nora?"

"I haven't told them, but I think they suspect something." He sat on his bed, head in his hands, before lifting his chin high. "Oh, I just don't know what to doooooooooooooooooo!"

Blake shivered. It was then she realized her position. She was isolated, alone in a tight, confined space with a creature more powerful than any Grimm she's ever faced. Her heart thundered at the thought of what this beast of a man, or man of a beast could do to her.

"I..." Blake gulped. "I had a secret, too." She breathed. He looked up to her, and those beautiful eyes stared stared deep into her soul. He looked so scared. "It was something I could pass off for a while, but it eventually made itself known. Soon, everyone knew and I couldn't hide the secret any longer." She removed her bow, revealing her ears. "But everyone supported me when I showed them who I really was. What I really was. I think the same can happen to you."

Jaune stood up, towering over Blake. She felt him place his hands, his heavy, fur-laden hands on her shoulder, and gave a light squeeze. He huffed a heavy blow of a sigh, and Blake had to put her everything into herself to not turn to jelly.

"You're right." Jaune nodded. "I'll tell them everything." His scrolled buzzed, and looked to his luggage. "Agh! I gotta go! Thanks for the talk, Blake. I'll message everyone my secret later tonight."

Jaune then wrapped his arms around Blake and she gave a yelp at the sudden affection, with a light whimper to show just how uncomfortable she was. She was not.

"Thank you, Blake." He rumbled through his lips. "For everything."

"Hmghuhbbamghnaboo..." was all Blake could mumble as she fell on his bed, watching Jaune rush out the door.

"I'll message you guys later tonight!"

Blake didn't hear that. She was too busy inhaling the scent he left on the mattress and sheets. God, she loved it when she was right.

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Blake paced the dorm impatiently as she eyed her scroll. It made Ruby dizzy to watch, so she focused on her video game. Weiss rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time as she glanced up from her textbook. The bathroom door opened, and Yang stepped out with a towel around her hair.

"Yeesh, you're still doing that?" Yang smirked, moving to the dresser for the rest of her sleeping attire. "Pretty sure even cats have to get clean."

"Uh-huh, sure." Blake mumbled, moving to the bathroom.

"Are you worried about Jaune?" Ruby asked.

"He's fine." Weiss groaned. "Aside from an upset stomach, he's fine, I'm sure."

"He said he would message tonight, so why hasn't he messaged yet?" Blake stopped at the bathroom door. "He said he was going to tell everyone what he is!"

"And that would be?" Yang asked, removing her bra from her tank top.

"He's a werewolf!"

"Whoa!" Ruby shouted.

" Hey, easy, kit-cat!" Yang jabbed a pointing finger.

"And I thought you'd be more understanding of him!" Weiss said with a look of disgust.

"But he is!" Blake replied. "How else do you explain his fur?!"

"You mean his body hair?" Yang asked. "Guy's got genetics. Big deal!"

"But what about his ears?! No faunus has ears like that!"

"No," Weiss temporarily agreed, "but until I met you, I never thought a faunus could be so hateful of other faunus."

"No, it's not hate!" Blake blushed. "He's just-!"

"Blake, listen," Ruby hopped down, "I know that Jaune is a little different, but that doesn't mean we should hate him. We should show him nothing but our love and support, like Weiss did with you."

"I..." Everyone eyed Blake with a mixture of hopeful, disappointed, and bitter looks. "Okay, I... I understand."

Right as Blake said that, her scroll beeped, followed by everyone else's. She looked and it was Jaune! He finally messaged the group!

Jaune: Hey, guys! I landed safely and now I'm back home.

Nora: Yay~!

Pyrrha: I'm glad you landed safely.

Ren: How was the trip?

Yang: How much you throw up?

Weiss: Please don't answer that.

Ruby: No! Do!

Jaune: In a sec, guys, I need to tell you guys something.

Ruby: What is it?

Jaune: I

Jaune: I've been lying to you all.

Ruby: *Gasp*

Nora: *Double Gasp*

Yang: You've been lying to us?

Weiss: What exactly do you mean by that?

Ren: Is everything okay?

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: Pyrrha already knows, but I asked her to keep it a secret. Please don't be mad at her.

Jaune: I cheated into Beacon.

Ruby: You did what?!

Weiss: What do you mean you cheated into Beacon?!

Weiss: Explain yourself!

Jaune: I got in with forged transcripts. I never went to Signal or Bulwark or any combat school before this.

Pyrrha: That's why I was training him late at night.

Nora: Oh! That's why you get home so late! I thought you guys were boopin on the roofin.

Ren: Nora, please.

Ren: But Jaune, I wish you told us sooner. We wouldn't have been able to help you unless you told us. I would understand if you wanted to keep this a secret, but we're all friends. That means we help each other, no matter what.

Ruby: I was gonna say something, but Ren said it all faster than I did.

Yang: I guess Ren's got magic fingers, huh?

Yang: But he's right, though.

Yang: If I knew, I would have helped you with some basic self-defense.

Weiss: I could spare my time to teach you the importance of dust safety.

Weiss: Might make things easier if I had more than just Ruby to teach.

Jaune: Thanks, guys. You're the best.

"Are you kidding me?" Blake seethed in the bathroom as she watched this unfold. All the things she told him, pushed him to reveal, and THIS non-secret was his big secret?! Blake felt like the angriest faunus who ever lived!

A beep distracted her from her rage. It was a private message from Jaune. With a tap, she found a long message and a peek of an image underneath.

Jaune: Thank you for helping me, Blake. I really needed a friend, and you were there for me. I wish there was something more I could do to repay you, but I can't think of anything. So I asked my dad, and this is what he suggested.

Below the image was a familiar, and yet so unfamiliar image on screen. Jaune, or whom she assumed was Jaune had a big, toothy smile on his wolf-like face as he flexed, shirtless, under the pale moonlight. Blue eyes gleamed with joy as blond fur coated the rippling muscular body before her eyes.

Jaune Arc was a werewolf, and she now had proof. She could tell the others and show them her proof. But as she reread the message, she thought differently about this scenario. He revealed his secret after she convinced him to. Granted, it was the wrong secret, but still. Still the idea was enticing.

Perhaps after a shower, her thoughts would be clearer. After a long, long shower.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune is a werewolf #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #werewolf au

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thewatercolours · 2 months

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King's Quest Fic: "Popping Corks"

It’s time I was nice to Graham.

Of course they all kidnapped Graham and took him to the tavern the night the tournament ended and he was knighted.

The ceremonies were complete. Contrary to tradition, the dubbing had taken place neither in the Shrine to the Shining Stars nor in the throne room, and there were few witnesses. King Edward could not take crowds these days, and elected to meet with Graham in the courtyard gazebo, only a few steps from the chamber where he spent most of his days on bed rest. Graham found the gaunt-faced king leaning on the arm of the captain of the guard. A fur-lined winter cloak swathed him round, even though the autumn evening was mild. The king asked a few pleasant questions about the tournament, about his training and hometown, and gave him a pat on the back.

“I’ll try not to kill you when I dub you,” Edward said with a wink. “These old hands like to go shaky on me lately.”

A genuflection, a light tap with the flat of a blade, a handshake and a bow, and the whole thing was over. So much had happened today, Graham felt a momentary worry that he wouldn’t even remember this ceremony amidst all the falling off cliffs, and dragonfire, and spying, and hypnosis, and fabulous creatures.

But he had little time for such worries. A metallic finger tapped his shoulder, and a syrupy smell nearly overwhelmed him. He spun to find a guard leaning round him, nodding toward King Edward. “I’m sorry, sire, but they told me I could come over once it was done. This kind of thing ain’t over till it’s really over, am I right?”

What?

King Edward laughed. “Oh, to be young and have a head for that kind of thing. You’d best be off, Sir Graham. Only don’t get too jingled tonight. I may well summon you to save the world in the morning.”

The guard stamped a salute. “Righty-ho. Bottoms up, then.”

Before any of this could sink in, Graham found himself plucked off the ground by the scruff, like a kitten. “Hey!” He flailed his arms and legs wildly. Then up, round, and he found himself slung over Acorn’s enormous, armoured shoulder. The towering knight hopeful gave what could only be called a giggle, and dashed off at full speed through the courtyard arches.

Graham grinned despite his chin clacking against Acorn’s back, too taken by surprise to know what to say except protest. “I warn you, I’ve slain many monsters!” he cried. (Had he already used that line today? This morning felt like a century ago.) “And you’ve got me in the perfect position to bonk you over the head with this horn mouthpiece, if I wanted to!”

“Try it, Sir Noodle Arms,” Acorn jeered, reaching behind his head with the other arm to swat the top of Graham’s head.

“And I’ll have you know – oof!” As Acorn picked up speed, the jostling with every step became more violent. “I’ll have you know I have friends in this town! They’ll hunt you down, with pies, and bird bombs, and other unspeakable things!”

“Yeah? Well, I got a special lady friend who’s gonna stick her wet little nose in your ear if you don’t come quietly.”

Graham couldn’t quite tell where Princess Madeline was in relation to himself, but from the confirming squirrel chirp that followed, he supposed the threat to be far from empty. He grabbed at a yellow and black herald’s banner on the wall, but it didn’t slow his kidnapper down one bit. The fabric slipped from its hanging and came away in his hands. “Aw, snakes.” He stuffed it away in a cloak pocket for later.

Through the palace hallways, over the drawbridge, up and down the paths which had been completely unknown to Graham this morning, but which he now figured he could jog blindfold. “You know,” he remarked in passing as a low hanging branch nearly carried off his hat, “your running’s not too shabby, for a guy in a big, bulky set of armour. Too bad that Duel of Speed wasn’t on foot. Or at least, wasn’t supposed to be. Speaking of which, déjà vu. Wonder why. Is there anyone else in Daventry planning to give me a ride on their back?”

“Tell you what. I woulda left that Manny in the dust if my snute was as fast as your mouth. What else do you… ‘just have to ask?’”

“Where are we going?”

“Let me put it this way. I hope you’ve got your portrait ID on you and know a few good songs.”

With a every clank and bounce, Graham’s heart grew a size. This had been, by far, the most insane day of his life (and there were aspects of it which he was… definitely going to have to process, eventually. Not now, not now – let this play out…) and he had gone into it expecting it might turn his life upside down. But those expectations had been possibilities like winning the tournament, a place at court, congratulations, trophies. Never in a century had he imagined going with a friend to the pub. Or maybe even friends?

“Is that guard coming too?” he asked, more quietly, unable to keep up the show of outrage and letting the smile come into his voice.

“Yeah, he’s comin’,” Acorn panted. “But he’s rounding up the other guards first. Whisper’s already there to warm up the seats. A few others said they’d come if they could.”

Thank goodness Acorn couldn’t see his face. He was getting just a little misty. Probably the day’s exhaustion. Yeah.

They found Whisper arguing with the ostler at the door of a new-ish looking tavern with a sign in the shape of a bottle, plastered with the name “Ye Flask.” Graham propped himself up on his wrists and looked over his own shoulder. He had not noticed this place when he had explored the town earlier.

As they approached, they caught the words, “Not a seat to be had!” from the ostler.

Whisper responded with something about “Do you know who you’re talking to?” and launching with gusto into an indignant story involving a giant and a burlap bag of biscuits.

Before he could quite finish, the ostler bowled him a mighty shove in the chest that sent him toppling in the neatest head-over-heels spin Graham has ever seen. He could have won a perfect circle drawing contest with that fall. The ostler smacked his hands back and forth, and disappeared through the doorway.

“Ah, the new Sir Graham!” Whisper cried, as heartily as if he were not sprawled in the gutter. He sprang to his feet, dusting his orange cape off carefully. “I see you got away with him, successfully. Whisper would have done it himself, but a smooth hand is needed getting last minute tables at the chicest place in town.”

“Which you couldn’t get,” Acorn observed dryly.

“Alas, Ye Flask is not be had. You can’t get Ye Flask for love, or money, or autographs. Whisper is afraid of nothing, but if it were possible, Whisper would that fear that we’ll have to head for the other tavern all the way across town.”

“Okay. I have questions,” Graham said from his perch, wriggling vainly to be let free. “First, how are there all these taverns I never spotted? And second, how long could it possibly take to walk across town? I mean, you could run the distance from the front gate to the back gate in about - ”

Whisper waggled a finger in his direction. “Nope. Nope. You don’t get a say. This is being foisted on you. You are the guest of honour. You are, to all intents and purposes, a sack of potatoes until your feet touch the ground. As to being far, you’re absolutely right. It’s not far at all for a fleet-footed hero such as Whisper. But he must show some consideration for others who are not so blessed.” With a hand aside of his mouth, Whisper whispered dramatically and extremely loudly to Acorn, “What happened to the blindfold?”

“Bro, we’re takin’ him out for drinks, not takin’ him out out!” said Acorn. “Come on then. You better tell us the way to this other place. But you better wait for the others to show up, and turn ‘em the right direction.”

The amounts of twists and turns and time they took getting to the second location boggled the mind. Either Daventry Town had a lot more to it than Graham had initially assumed, or Whisper was awful at giving directions. At length, Acorn plopped Graham down in front of a modest-looking pub. A sign proclaimed it to be “The Green Man Riding the Blue Boar to Fight the Red Lion.” There was no illustration. The streets were beginning to darken, and the glow within seemed welcoming.

Acorn breathed a sigh of relief. “You don’t weigh that much, but gosh, I think after this, I’m good for the next few leg days. And arm days. And all those other days. I guess we can go on in and save a table.” He paused. “Hey, just so we’re good, you don’t mind about the whole kidnapping thing, right?”

If Graham hadn’t stopped himself, it would have all come pouring out. How many times he had watched his Academy classmates headed out arm in arm to party in the city, without ever a word said to him. And before that, dropping in on his sisters washing cups in the local alehouse’s kitchen, overhearing laughter from the common room, and wishing his family weren’t the traitor knight’s brood who never got invited to come sit by anyone’s fire. And before that, his sister Maddy’s determined smile as she told him that yeah, it’s really hard, isn’t it, but you know friends, they come and go, but family’s forever, and I’ll play horsies with you.

Sleepovers and secret clubs – his cheeks burned just thinking he’d mentioned such things.

But here he was at the sign of The Green Man Riding the Blue Boar to Fight the Red Lion, with Acorn, and with light spilling over their feet.

“Oh yeah. We’re good,” he said casually.

In the end, they were a party of ten. The syrup guard, the not-syrup guard, Kyle, Larry, Acorn, Whisper, Chester, Muriel, and Amaya. Wente sent along a plate of jam muffins and a handmade card, explaining he’d love to be there, but after all he did just get engaged. There was nary a blank space left inside the card. It was filled with X’s and O’s.

The group sat clustered round an enormous butcher block table, spread with savoury pies, cheeses, nuts, and hot, spiced fruits. Their table stood nearest the fireplace, which was likewise one of the biggest Graham had ever seen. If the fire had been out, he could have lain down across it and stretched his arms above his head without being cramped. The rafters were traced over with sooty patterns, and very low. Some of his taller friends had to stoop to avoid hitting their heads, and. This didn’t stop the not-syrup guard from rising about halfway through the evening, and finding a place where his yellow plume wouldn’t touch the ceiling, he banged a tankard of gin and bitters on the table corner, and cleared his throat.

“I think I speak for all when I say we are very proud to welcome our youngest knight, who, by the most incredible series of coincidences I have ever seen, joins our ranks tonight. He deserves the very heartiest. Time and again he caught us off guard, discovered the most audacious loopholes, and has already been the cause of more than half a dozen revisions to next year’s rulebook. Well done, Pockets. Astounding.”

All clapped, even some of the patrons who weren’t at their table. Kyle and Larry cheered vigorously – only Graham himself was louder. Syrup, however, tilted his head and murmured something in the speaker’s ear. Not-syrup muttered, “Well, I would have thought that was clearly implied.” But he nonetheless waved for silence and added, “He has also, of course, thoroughly earned his position as a knight, and shown skill and gallant conduct throughout the course of the tournament.”

Applause again. Not-syrup growled something at Syrup, but Graham couldn’t make it out this time.

Graham jumped to his own feet to respond. “Friends,” he said, marveling at how rosy the word felt just to say, “You’ve all blown me away. Not just with your kindness tonight, but all through the tournament. I can’t believe that only this morning, I didn’t know any of you. And though it’s still only the beginning of our friendship, you’ve all done me good turns I don’t even know how to repay. I promise, promise that I will do all I can to serve you and your kingdom.” Too much? He was feeling a bit flushed and warm, and possibly he’d gone a bit over the top. But he felt certain he wouldn’t regret a word of it in the morning.

He settled back down on the bench to three or four different hands clapping him on the back and plenty of toasts raised. Amaya jogged him on the elbow. “Next round’s on me, kid.”

Graham grinned and shook his head. “I’ve had a couple. I think I’m about there.”

She smiled lopsidedly. “Lightweight, huh?”

He frowned, feeling oddly defensive. “Not really. I mean, statistically yes. But actually, I did some of my growing up in a tavern. But that’s besides the point. Just before I headed out, King Edward told me to watch it, because he could summon me any time, send me on any errand. From now on, I’ve always got to be ready. Even to save the world.”

Amaya laughed, not unkindly, but he cringed anyhow. Oooh boy, now that had been a bit much. “Thank the shining stars we’ve got a serious hero in town,” she said. “But if you don’t mind, I’ll drink your health for you. Landlord!”

Midnight passed. Ballads were sung about the old kings and queens of Daventry. Chester and Muriel put on an impromptu magic show with cards and gold coins. Graham persisted in sticking to water, but plenty of their number did not. Tongues were loosened, hearts shown. The guards turned out not only to have faces (and moustaches! Every single one of them!) but heads of proportional size. Graham asked them how they would get their helmets on again. He only got a belly laugh from Syrup, whom it seemed was second in command of the castle watch and went by the name of Matt.

“You’ll learn all the secrets the longer you last at the castle,” he guffawed, reaching for another slice of gammon pie.

“The longer I last?” Graham raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well.” Number Two leaned on his elbow confidentially. “Fact is, some knights don’t find Daventry agrees with them. It’s a steep learning curve, what with all them regulations and policies you’ve got to know off by heart. And then too, we’re a bit of a rum bunch. A bit quirky for some. And King Edward, bless him, he’s a bit of a softie. Doesn’t want to say no to anyone who asks to get transferred. So an awful lot of our knights end up on permanent wandering jobs. The idea is they can be knights errant, and go looking to right wrongs wherever they find them, but most just use it to head back home and look for a new job.”

“Oh.” Graham picked at a walnut caught hallway in its shell. “So… am I the only knight actually here in Daventry?”

Number Two waved dismissively. “Don’t look so down about it. Just means you’re not locked in. And technically no, you’re not the only one. Us guards all won the tournament too, in our day, and got knighted. Would you believe I squeaked by with the eye of a potato? Only after you’re knighted, you’ve got the first year to decide if you want to be a fancy-schmancy knight or just go in for guard duty. And as you can see,” he said, gesturing round to half the company in uniform, “most of us think it’s not a bad deal.”

“What’s the advantage?”

Number Two considered. “I don’t know as advantage was the main thing on my mind when I chose. It’s more like you just know. You know? Like you realize where you can do your best, and then you go there, and you do that. And like I say, most of the knights drop off at some point or another. But being a guard, well, there’s a lot more routine to it. A lot more structure. You swear the same oath of loyalty as a knight, but somehow it feels like the king can feel more sure we’re there for him. Oh, no judgement!” he added as Graham frowned worriedly. “Even if you don’t go in for guarding, maybe you’ll be the knight who sets a new pattern, makes everyone forget what the old ones did.”

“And besides,” Kyle put in sloshily, “not all the knights left. Some got sent looking for the missing treasures. They just, you know, died.”

Graham blinked.

“That’s a good thing!” Kyle went on. “I mean, not that they died. Just that some knights are loyal to the end.”

A queasy feeling began in Graham’s stomach, but Number Two had already leapt into action. “Don’t you pay no mind, Graham,” he said hurriedly. “It’s just the good landlord’s best that’s doin’ the talking. Now, a moment ago you was askin’ about helmets. Anything else we can give you the lowdown on in the life of a guard?

The young knight thought about it. Nearly immediately, the spark returned. Oh, zards, did he have questions? Did he ever! “So… cut me off if this is too much, but….” He drew a deep breath, and began rattling off every question that had built up over the course of the day. “So. I saw you everywhere today. Are you and Number One actually the only two guards in Daventry besides Kyle and Larry? How do you get around everywhere so fast? Are you bi-locating? My travel book mentions the immortal guards of Daventry – are you literally immortal, or just the office? Did you actually manage to fend off those bees with your sword? How long has boot sharpening been a thing? How come absolutely everything in town costs exactly one shiny gold coin? How does a floating island lose its floatiness? How badly do you need that fruit picker back? What are you going to do if other contestants show up on Tuesday?”

Now it was Matt’s turn to blink. “You’ve got crazy good lung capacity, Pockets. Um, good questions. Let’s take ‘em one by one. Now, as to you seeing me and Ken all over Daventry, there’s a perfectly simple answer. The thing is, we - ”

Before he could continue, a herald in King Edward’s colours burst in, seemingly run ragged and completely out of breath. “Sorry. Sorry, everyone,” he muttered. “But it’s an actual emergency! King Edward has entrusted me with an urgent message for the new knight. But my banner’s missing, and I’ll looked all over for it, and I can’t find hide nor hair of it! And according to Proclamation 555.555, I can’t deliver a royal message without my whole kit! I’m – I’m…”

His words trailed away as Graham reached into his cape pocket and produced the black and yellow banner. “Perhaps this is what you’re looking for?”

The herald grabbed the banner and actually kissed the wadded up bundle of cloth. “Did you see that? Gosh, he’s good!” he mumbled to the barmaid who stood nearby. “OK.” He unravelled the banner, set it on its rod, and announced in a rather more official voice, “By order of His Majesty King Edward, Sir Graham of Daventry is to appear before him immediately. An army of rebellious trolls from the far southwest has been sighted advancing toward us, spreading ruin in their wake. They have laid waste two kingdoms already. Our three trolls alone are no match against them. And if action is not taken immediately, the emergency may well grow to continental, if not world-threatening danger! Oh, and you guards had better come too.”

Every mouth in the room dropped open. Every conversation stopped. But in spite of the fact that his world had been turned upside down yet again, Graham could not resist striking a heroic pose as he reached for his glass of water. He swirled it as nonchalantly as he could, took a sip, and said smugly, “Told you so,” before striding out of The Green Man Riding the Blue Boar to Fight the Red Lion.

#the fic writing streak continues! I hope I'm not posting too frequently - I don't want to create pressure to keep up.#king's quest #king graham #royal guards #fanfiction #my writing

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So, what are these "classes" you've been talking about? Are you like a "dragon" professor back home?

Professor? Uh, I dunno, if anyone’s a “dragon professor” back on Berk, it’s probably Fishlegs. He’s the one who keeps track of the archives on all our dragon info. If there’s anyone who comes close to knowing more than me about dragons, it’s him.

But I’ll do a run down on each class for you guys. Seems like they’re really similar to the types that you all categorize your uh, “Pokémon” in.

Sharp Class: These dragons are prideful, and are usually known to have sharp body parts, such as poisonous spines or razor sharp wings. They looove having all the focus centered on them, but if you can handle their vain nature and give them the attention they need, then they’re some of the most loyal dragons you’ll ever meet. Also, they hate getting dirty, and hate seeing their friends dirty just as much. Expect to get preened like a baby bird pretty frequently. Some examples include the Razorwhip, Timberjack, and Speed Stinger.

Mystery Class: The dragons in these class are a bit outside the box compared to others- this is where we put a lot of the non-fire breathers, or species that don’t really fit the mold of what you’d expect a dragon to be. Honestly, I’d place a good handful of the dragons you guys have shown me in this class. This is also where we put a lot of the Fear Class dragons after we got rid of it. Examples: the Flightmare, Hideous Zippleback, and Changewing.

Stoker Class: These guys have the most powerful of fire breaths in the dragon world, and are known for their quick tempers and stubbornness. Often able to set themselves or a part of their body on fire, and tend to have the highest shot limits of any other class. Like I said, stubborn, so they tend to work best with riders that are just as hot-headed and feisty as they are. Oh, but they also struggle to control their fire at time. I’d advise keeping anything highly flammable a good distance away from them. Examples: Monstrous Nightmare, Fireworm, Singetail.

Boulder Class: Boulder dragons are known to be tough and bulky, and usually have some sort of association with the earth. A majority of them are rock eaters, and melt said rocks inside their stomachs before regurgitating them as lava blasts. Although they tend to have small wings and stocky built bodies, this just allows them better maneuverability in the air. A lot of the more docile dragons are included in this class, but that doesn’t mean all of them are just big dogs covered in scales. While most of their diets consist of rocks, they aren’t picky eaters and will gulp down just about anything you give them. Examples: Gronkle, Whispering Death, Catastrophic Quaken.

Tracker Class: This is one of the more newly discovered classes. These dragons- as the name suggests- are expert, naturally born hunters and trackers. With their unmatched sense of smell, they can effortlessly track down just about anything, even if it’s miles away across the ocean. Examples: Deadly Nadder, Rumblehorn, and Thunderclaw.

Tidal Class- Pretty self explanatory, these dragons are water-dwellers. Most commonly found in the ocean, or at least close to the water in some shape or form. Most of them have some type of water blast, or even an electricity blast, and very rarely use any kind of fire. They tend to prefer solitude and are more on the shy side, but exceedingly loyal once you earn their trust. They prefer familiarity, so an easy to get close to them is dousing yourself in water. Examples include: Scauldron, Seashocker, Bewilderbeast.

Strike Class: Characterized by their extreme speed, high jaw strength, and superior intelligence, which in some cases is close to human-like. These dragons have pin-point accuracy and are some of the rarest in the dragon world. Curious in nature, but certainly have no lack of ferocity. Being as intelligent as they are, they pick up quickly on things and can even start mimicking the behaviors of other creatures. By dragon standards this makes them smart, but it does look a little ridiculous when Toothless tries to walk around on two legs like a person. Examples: Night Fury, Skrill, Snow Wraith.

#pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pkmn rp #pkmn irl #asks #crossover #httyd

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Mystictober Day 18-- Coffin/Bat

Content warnings: typical vampire possessiveness and lots of talk of biting

Unknown has barely gotten back to Magenta after fleeing the apartment when he notices that you've been bombarding him with messages. He had to leave his phone in the intelligence room for this mission; it's too big and bulky for him to lug around in bat form. Now that he's transformed back, though, he can indulge in a bit of idle conversation.

MC: If you're really a vampire MC: Do you like MC: Sleep in a coffin?

Unknown rolls his eyes. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? He'd been about to bite you when Luciel had arrived to ward him off, brandishing a vial of holy water like it couldn't very well burn him, too. In retrospect, Unknown should have taken his chances and tipped the vial the other way, but it had been too much hassle over just some human— he had simply turned into a bat and flown away. He figured that in doing so, he would force Luciel to explain the particulars of their situation to you, and you would be so disgusted with the monster sharing your apartment that you'd beg Unknown to come and save you. At least the Mint Eye vampires don't toy with humans the way Luciel does, pretending to be normal and then presenting their fangs. Unknown, unlike that redhead, came in with his fangs already out, entirely prepared to show you his true colors and mark you as his own in one fell swoop.

Unknown: yes Unknown: so does your boyfriend MC: He's not my boyfriend MC: He won't even talk to me MC: And he says he's not gonna sleep MC: I’m really worried MC: Should I try to find a coffin for him? MC: Would he be more comfortable? MC: Is there like a coffin website that you order them from?

It's certainly not a testament to your wisdom that you're volunteering such sensitive information— but if vampire lore is what it takes to gain your trust, then so be it. All that Unknown needs to do is get you close enough to bite, and then all this will be over. At the apartment, you brushed your hair away, offering him your neck— trusting him, foolishly, and not even thinking about the how the RFA members might respond to such a betrayal. Luciel interrupted something that was none of his business, in keeping with the beastly nature that he tries so hard to hide. Vampires are possessive creatures, after all, and that redhead clearly sees both you and the apartment as his territory.

Unknown: We don't have to sleep very often, prince(ss) Unknown: And he'll be watching you like a hawk from now on Unknown: In case I try to come back and claim you MC: You should have bitten me faster MC: And then we wouldn't have this problem Unknown: Careful with that attitude Unknown: You want me to save you, don't you? Unknown: So you should be respectful MC: Okay, listen here, bat boy

Unknown can't help but chuckle. It was one thing when you challenged him without knowing what he was, but now, it's clear you're well aware, so why are you playing around? You must really trust him, then. Good.

Unknown: Careful

He already knows very well that you’re not going to heed his warning, but he figures he may as well offer it anyway. After all, if you had any sense, you would stop challenging strange vampires and start thinking about your own self-preservation.

MC: I know Seven means well MC: But he won't let me out of his sight MC: And he moves so fast? Unknown: Mhm Unknown: I can move a lot faster MC: Not fast enough to bite me though MC: Lol Unknown: You'll be mine soon enough MC: Ok MC: If you say so MC: Anyway MC: Can you go out in the sun? MC: Seven isn't answering any of my vampire questions

Of course— that redhead is obviously ashamed of what he is. He wears a crucifix that can never touch his skin, a perpetual reminder of his guilt and an open denial of his vampire nature. Judging by your messages, he hasn’t even shown you his bat form yet, and probably never will. Luciel is playing at being human, though he’s doing a shit job of it, if he can’t even stop himself from moving at his natural speed. Unknown, on the other hand, has embraced his monstrosity. He doesn't care who knows what he's become: he’s a creature of the night, which means that he’s entitled to as much snarling, biting, and flying as he sees fit.

Unknown: And he never will Unknown: If you want answers, then you have to come to me

You leave him on read; from what Unknown can see on the security camera feed, you've been caught fraternizing with the enemy— Luciel is obviously lecturing you, and Unknown can see why. Vampires are possessive, after all, and no matter how much he denies his nature, Luciel is as much a vampire as Unknown is. V made sure of that, didn't he, when he took that redhead under his wing? After some consideration, Unknown elects to offer you a promise, though it's not a very romantic one:

Unknown: soon, prince(ss)

#Currently OBSESSED with possessive vampire Unknown #But also a little bit obsessed with guilty vampire Saeyoung wearing his crucifix and carrying holy water #Also mystic messenger where everything is the same but both twins and V and Rika have access to “bat form” at any time is very funny to me #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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argopro has my FUCKING number i'll tell you what. i was nervous about them getting new outfits but i am always a fool for not trusting them to do epsi right and more. this is my insanity post so i don't get rate limited on twitter

starting with this bastard. i cannot BELIEVE they went this route. the more i look at it the more there is. he's only got one leg out which is a shame, but i think the covered leg is a nice compromise to convey his slightly matured vibe without taking away the original appeal of shu's character design (leg).

the cropped tank top is insane to me, like i don't think it was ever confirmed that shu's og black shirt was a tank top (ppl started drawing it that way because yuki's live outfit was a tank top, though that's a fairly practical choice considering how sweaty the performers get) but now they've just gone all in and shrank the hell out of it and made sure we know from the get-go that he's got little slivers of shoulder there and a big enough opening in the jacket to expose them entirely if it were to be pulled aside. god bless. and the midriff?????? i just checked and i'm fairly certain the ONLY navel we have ever seen before this was futa's dbes initial 4 star where his shirt is just barely floating up enough to see it. and now it's a permanent fixture in this creature's outfit. insane. insane. i'm not even going to talk about the fucking harness and its positioning

the jacket is immensely perfect; it keeps the key appeal of his old jacket (big chunky sleeves) while trimming up all the unnecessary parts and adding a lot of stylish flair. the holo parts being slightly transparent is super cool!!! and, i'm sure, serves to highlight shu's figure even more 😭 it's crazy how he went from such a loose, bulky, covered top half design to this insane array of bare skin and contours. he's gained confidence!!! and it's hard to tell but i wonder if this jacket still has a hood on it... and my favorite aspect of his old jacket was the "CHECK" text on the sleeves, since i liked to change the word for narrative art purposes, so i wonder if this new jacket's sleeves will still have any words or if it's just the epsi logo that you can see part of on his left sleeve.

his top half is really so perfectly tailored to the way i've liked to exploit/alter shu's original outfit in my art that it's almost suspicious lol. argopro staff secretly follows me!?!? i'm glad they have the same taste at any rate

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i'm a big fan of the new choker; the dangling epsi logo charm is super cute and cool, i hope they make official merch out of it

i also LOVE those gloves. don't know how to explain how it fits the energy of the new epsi and shu specifically so perfectly

i'll miss his old boots but i won't miss how hard they were to draw LOL, these new shoes look fun!!

thank you for keeping the garters. it's part of his dna. the "reverse" white garter on his right thigh is extremely funny

all the details around and on his shorts are needlessly complex. see the pink lines on his shorts that lead up to the white belt and wrap around it? it becomes black on one side. for whatever reason. just the number of things overlapping the white belt infuriates me lol. the striped belt has the only yellow in his outfit on its inner side and i wish he had more elsewhere. the holo belt... structure(?) with the epsi logo plastered all over is going to be hell and a half to draw. i am probably going to simplify this whole area when i draw it myself lol

the way his shorts are blue-black while the rest are neutral-black kinda bothers me 😭 maybe if they were more of a dark blue (a lighter shade than his other blacks) it might be better.... they're really going for the jrpg chara style of blacks-on-blacks and a million belts huh

THAT WAS A LOT OF COMPLAINTS BUT it all balances out

overall: very cute, very cool, surprisingly handsome, kind of slutty. i support him

skipping to reiji because i have priorities and he is the second member of epsi to ME. and to the dbes file data.

i was initially very surprised with this long coat thing with the segmented coattails(? if they should be called that), as i'm too used to seeing him in his trimmed and slender suit or school uniform... but he does wear long coats/other draping things in his dbes oufits (in the rain and yume no ato come to mind), so it's not out of character! the bright yellow on the inside and the squared sections seemed really familiar to me, and when i asked my brother he was like "isn't it like zhongli?" AND HE'S RIGHT... and it just so happens that zhongli is my favorite genshin character design, largely because of his cool coat, so argopro really did reach into my brain and made something nice for me. it also makes me think of penguins somehow.

most insane piece of this design is easily the chest harness made to look like a tie. whose fucking idea was that. it's so clever and ridiculous at the same time. most importantly it's still just as if not more yankable than his original tie, so shu will have an easier time than ever pulling reiji down to his eye level 🥰 i also like to pretend reiji has nice tits and this harness will help accentuate that if i shorten it up a little.

love the whore gloves. i used to hate these when they started showing up in a million character designs in other franchises but i understand their appeal now and i wholly approve of inflicting them upon reiji. black gloves in general really suit him, they're very cool and have an air of danger. i've also just read a tweet wondering if reiji's got black nail polish under his gloves like tadaomi and i'm super fine & normal with that thought. notably, shu and reiji are the only ones with gloves in this new set!

this is the most insane thing to be insane about but we have once again been denied the skin of reiji's left elbow. listen. we've never seen it. his sakura 3 star trained has his right elbow out. "the 3d outfit," you say. THE SLEEVES GOT ROLLED DOWN IN THE 3D OUTFIT! one time in puchi he rolled up his sleeve past the elbow.... only on the right arm. there's been a number of reiji chibi merch with tshirts but that elbow is always angled away. again and again his left elbow has never been seen in its full extent and this new outfit is the most hilarious iteration of hiding it because his right sleeve has the semi-translucent holo material, giving us screened access to his right elbow, BUT NOT HIS LEFT! regular dark opaque imprisoning fabric there. when i first noticed this phenomenon i joked he might have a scar or something that he prefers not to expose and the evidence only grows that he's hiding something there. just know that if we ever see that stupid elbow in full (and it's surely just a normal elbow) i'm going to get a little crazy on twitter for a bit

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his eyebrows have a steeper slant than they used to, especially for a fairly neutral expression! it makes him look a bit more like his support drummer, kitamura-san.

i like the coat lapels to preserve some of his suit aesthetic, and the white borders call to mind his handsome uniform blazer. so glad they're standard lapels and not notched or something, i'm not a huge fan of those

he's still got his stupid white dress shirt. good for him. it's going to get ruined but good for him

i am perplexed and very interested by the torn knee. this might be the first time we've even seen reiji's knee (do you like how i keep track of which swaths of reiji's skin we have been privy to) but i'm mostly surprised he'd wear something like that, considering he usually keeps such a refined image. guess he's loosening up a bit and embracing his cooler/rougher side!? thanks to shu i assume... :)

i'll miss his formal shoes but i think the style of these boots are a fairly good compromise in preserving his vibe while also fitting the new epsi aesthetic. they feel fantasy-like somehow. i am in fact dabbling with a medieval fantasy au so i'm glad some of the work's been done for me LOL

the holo-material bracelet on his raised hand is floating of its own accord. it must be minecraft enchanted.... the color even matches

one again reiji's terrible color palette bites him again because he looks incredibly clunky next to his more cohesively colored bandmates. it's the fact that he's got his very dark hair (compared to the rest of epsi) in a unique hue, then his cherry red eyes, then the purpleish holo material and epsi-pink accents, THEN the brightass yellow of his coattails. it's a lot of colors in one design relative to his bandmates. still questioning why he has the worst image color in argopro

there's a lot of miscellaneous detailing on his outfit that i don't really care for and were probably added just to make sure his design had the same density as the others, which is a shame since the others' designs more effortlessly include detail as part of the structure of their outfits (e.g. shu's shirt, harness, and jacket layering together) whereas reiji just has a bunch of accessories tacked on. i wonder if i can fix him

only shu and reiji have matching purplish holo material. what's up with that huh!!!!

overall: good enough! his harness, gloves, and coattails are the highlights for me. the potential of those alone make the drawbacks more negligible

ok back to band order

jacket is Cool As Fuck. great collar and overall silhouette, especially with his pose. i could do without the holo sleeve though, i wish it at least had a wide cuff. would be a nice callback to his og jacket

i want to know everything about his black top. there are clearly cuts at the shoulders but he still has sleeves. are they shoulder cutouts. are the sleeves arm warmers. are they attached to the inside of the jacket. all i can conclude is that the cuts combined with the high fitted collar and his visible collarbones is incredibly sexy. bonus points for that X-shaped thing and the belt, just to accentuate that area even more

he accessorizes yellow much better than the previous two, and the white gradients are a curious touch. gives the yellow less of the "⚠ caution" feeling of his old outfit and leans more towards it just being an eye-catching secondary color

his bottom half feels like a different design LOL. the shoes are kind of an eyesore with how much patterning and detail they have

his guitar is still so hideous and its proportions look even worse somehow. AND IT DOESN'T EVEN MATCH HIS OUTFIT

overall: ok! i think i am looking almost exclusively at his collar area down to his pick hand

CUTE. CUTE CUTE CUTE. this might be the strongest design of the bunch. everything actually matches.

bigass collar: GOOD. his jacket's sleeve situation is a mirror image of haruka's: GOOD. the green perfectly matches his bass's pickguard: GOOD. very successful jacket. again don't like the holo sleeve but i think with both him and haruka i'd like it more if they were a) the same purple holo as shu and reiji or b) just rendered differently. maybe i'll like it better in card art or something

love the wide-necked shirt, that was always his thing. i think the stripes on the lower half are odd somehow, i feel like they should be diagonal instead of horizontal... maybe it's because of it being right next to his spotted bass

his pants are an absolute success in matching his outfit and calling back to his original design

very good yellow accessorizing and i think he pulls it off best because of his pants + his green matching it very well

unfortunate shoe situation again but it's slightly less bad here. also both haruka and kanata have their instrument role + their names printed on the shoes which is funny

overall: chef's kiss. an excellent composition of his old aesthetic with new epsi

somehow manages to fit within the aesthetic perfectly fine while also looking out of place. as expected of tadaomi

all around very solid jacket! i like the holo sleeve windows; you can see where his shirt's sleeves end on his biceps. kinda cute + hot. curiously he's got more sleeve on his left arm so there's another haruka situation here

HIS PAINTED NAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his og design's rings and this design's nails do a good show of highlighting his pianist hands, especially in the absence of his instrument in the visual

the holo strip thing coming off his collar is kinda like a tie lol? so he gets that little splash of formality, or perhaps something vaguely reminiscent of his "prince" image....

i'm curious about those white belts forming a V.... where do they go.... they look nice tho

i wish his shirt was slim fitting like haruka and shu 😔😔😔

his pants and shoes are very pleasing in their detail distribution. nijos take notes

i really like the diagonal striped pattern on the cuffs of his boots; this pattern also appears on other epsi members and brings back that sort of "⚠ caution" feeling i mentioned earlier, since it's like yellow warning tape/signs/etc

it's a shame the beautiful french grey of his hair sticks out so much with epsi's unnatural color palette

very notably, tadaomi doesn't have an ounce of yellow in his outfit. which should mean something or other. probably

i'm really trying to find something to elaborate on and i think that in itself makes a point about how oddly inconspicuous his outfit is

overall: enigmatic but attractive. exactly as he should be

so that's everything for now!! i didn't say everything i could have said but i have said Enough. in the end i'm pretty pleased with these designs even though the original ones will always hold an immutable place in my heart. i hope we get to see more angles of them for drawing reference soon

#from argonavis #kimisute #ujigawa shu #karasuma reiji #nijo haruka #nijo kanata #kurama tadaomi #ss text

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WEREWOLF JAUNE AND FAT THEIF????????

Spill 👀

Spilling the 🍵

Gonna do Jaune first and then FT since they don't have a bunch of overlapping stuff, unlike Kevin and Rick

Jaune

Jaune is SO ENERGETIC PLS. On the full moon her and her husband go out into the woods so she can run around without being constrained. It's a nice exercise for both of them!

Was bit when she was in her mid to late teens, doing dumb teen stuff with her friends. Dunno how much of that group knows but at least Lila and Frank figured it out later

Werejaune is the only supernatural creature Lila likes. She was understandably a bit concerned but Jaune quickly showed she meant no harm so now they just vibe :>

It is still so weird for her tho

Meanwhile Jaune's husband is like "yeah this happened" - he doesn't really care all that much, Jaune is still Jaune and he loves her all the same!

In an inversion of the usual werewolf appearance tropes, her shirt stays completely intact because of how baggy it is, meanwhile her leggings are torn to shreds

Bc Jaune was bit Ross dodged the wolfy gene, though he still has slightly sharper canines than usual

Ross is completely aware his mom is a werewolf, by the way. On full moons he avoids the house and the woods

In addition to being energetic Jaune is also just really affectionate, always snuggling up on the people she likes. She has absolutely just picked up Ross and carried him around before and it is so embarrassing for him

I just think it's funny bc if you heard Ross say "one of my parents is a werewolf" you'd assume it was his dad bc he's bulky and covered in body hair, but nah it's his smol momther

Sometimes Frank will come across Werejaune wandering around town and, if he isn't doing anything important, will lure her into the van and take her back to her house. Takes her a minute but she recognizes him and is happy to see him again :>

Jaune is also v protective. If she catches you hurting her pack in any way you are a dead man

Her fur feels kinda scratchy, like feet on carpet

While wolfed out her tail becomes another thing for her to stim with! Thumping it against the ground gives her a nice feeling and sound

Compared to the others it actually takes a bit for her to get overstimulated when her Werewolf Senses kick in, though when it does happen she tends to power through it, then crash until she transforms

Fat Thief

Just a big, dopey buppy

Constantly the :3 emoticon

Also incredibly affectionate, basically just a big lap dog

Speaking of, he can and will lay in TT's lap if he catches him sitting down. Thin Thief acts like he hates it but he does find it kind of cute. Also FT's so warm and soft in winter and the house they're squatting in has shit heating so he takes it

Was probably born with it

Thin Thief did not know about it when they first became a team but boy was he made aware of it

Thin Thief did not sign up for this. Werethief has basically imprinted on him. Save him

On the brightside though the wolf stuff means FT is basically a dog charmer! This has gotten the thieves out of many situations with guard dogs and family pets that would have otherwise ended badly

He gets to keep his sweater when wolfed out bc it's really stretchy :>

The prison uniform, though... not so much. He went through a few of them before they got busted out. Thankfully it was not questioned

Speaking of them in jail, John and Jack coincidentally always had something going on during the full moon - and this was even before John got bit - so they never found out

Being in jail during the full moon was actually pretty rough for FT. He's used to having big open spaces to roam about, so suddenly being confined in a small box was not fun. TT had to keep him from running out of the house the first full moon they were free because he was just so excited

Out of all the werewolves he's the least dangerous, it takes a lot to provoke him and he'll only attack if you try to harm him or Thin Thief

Harm Thin Thief however and You Have Chosen Death

Sound gets to FT the most when the Werewolf Senses kick in, it is torture for him. TT steals a pair of headphones for him one time and tries to brush it off as FT hugs him because that is just so sweet and considerate and he loves the headphones (looks goofy as hell on top of the mask tho)

I never talk about them but I have SO MANY thoughts thanks again

#Spooky Month #Jaune #Aaron #Fat Thief #Thin Thief #Headcanon #AU #I guess

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