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yourlocalcryptidbee · 14 days

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⭐NSFW Alphabet with Lucifer Morningstar

Good old NSFW Alphabet with our favourite duck man. Grab some snacks and a beverage, get comfy and enjoy <3

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GN! Reader, mentions of makeup

Content Warning: NSFW, not proof read

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s attentive to your needs. The literal king of aftercare, whatever you want he can provide. A bath? You got it. Cuddles? A snack? A walk in the garden? Hell, more sex? You got it!

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his tongue, plain and simple. The power he has over you with it is his favourite thing. Watching how you squirm just because of this one part of him, he’s ready to blow a load just thinking about it! You on the other hand, oh he’s tied between your thighs and your chest. The way your legs shake just that little bit when he’s doing something right? Or the way your chest HEAVES after you cum? It’s too good!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Would eat your cum breakfast, lunch and dinner if given the chance. And trust, he’s tried to do that on multiple occasions. You stop him, saying something about having a “balanced diet” whatever that means…

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lucifer fantasizes about you riding him during a meeting. He’s caught himself thinking about you sitting on his lap, while he’s on the throne, bouncing up and down restlessly like your soul depends on it. He’ll sit and envision what everyone else’s reaction would be, although he isn’t the biggest fan of sharing so maybe this will have to stay a fantasy…until he can learn to hold that many clones of himself that is (;

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man has been around since before the creation of humanity, over 10,000 years! At least 8,000 of those years having sex with either Lilith or Eve. So yes, Lucifer knows what he’s doing, and he knows he knows that he’s good at it. It’s named ‘The devil’s tango’ for a reason ya’ll.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning or really anything where all of him is pressed into all of you. He just wants to hold you, whatever position that may be. He may be sexy but he is still damaged, and this is vulnerable. Just let him lay all his lovin on you ok?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Depends heavily on the foreplay, but on average he’ll start a lil goofy and turn more serious as the act goes on. But always be ready for a wayward joke here and there. Sometimes it’s just too good to pass up! (just like how having sex with you is too good to pass up)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s kept himself surprisingly well-groomed after his seven-year isolation. It’s trim and orderly the first time you see it, though it doesn’t matter that much because it’s such a pale blonde, that it’s basically invisible.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

My God, this man is bursting at the seams with love for you. His heart swells so much that it starts to hurt when he thinks about how he gets to participate in such a vulnerable and personal thing like sex with you. The most hated being in creation and you willing run into his trap, arms open and ready to envelop him in pleasure. Even if you can’t see it in his face or his words during the moment, he is always just so thankful that you could love him like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

At least once a day. He can’t help himself, plus he doesn’t have much going on most days sooo why not? No one’s stopping him, well you might but that's just cause you would rather help him than let him do it on his own.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It is Lucifer, he’s got the words ‘corruption kink’ written on his goddamn head. (attached to the neck or the shaft, dealer’s choice) Like dirty talk is a lot of ‘What would your Father Even think of you now? On your knees for me? Hm? Darling, I can’t hear you~’. They want him to be the antichrist? Fine. Spread your legs and give him until the sun rises and he’ll show just how cruel he can be.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His Throne, it’s the one place where he knows that no other person could even sit, let alone have sex on. This is the Sin of Pride, of course, his favourite place is centred around his power.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you call him yours, my king, my love, my slut. The little choice in wording that shows that you understand just how much of his heart you own, and that is all of it by the way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While you’ve never done this because you understand, it turns him off real quick if you bring up his past love, Lilith. They’ve been divorced for years and he’s moved on but still, it rubs him the wrong way if you were to ask if ‘Lilith could fuck you like this, if she could love you like this or make you moan the way I do?’ Just No.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

10s 10s 10s all across the board!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, depends on the foreplay but also how his depression is. If he is slipping into or is in another episode than its all sweet nothings, slow and romantic. If not than he’s more willing to go as fast as your body can handle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lucifer rathers to not have quickies but it happens. To him, it feels like he can’t make sure that you’re both getting what you want and he’d rather sell his soul to Alastor than leave you unsatisfied because of a goddamn time constraint.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He may be skeptical but he’ll try it. You got to try to know if you’ll like it. Plus you got quite the funny story from failed attempts at some things but that's part of the fun aint it?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s the Devil from the Bible! Lucifer is quite literally otherworldly, his stamina doesn’t run out, it’s allllllll on how long you hold on for, baby.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not the biggest fan of toys but if your adamant, he’ll give them a go again. Although ropes will always be on the table for him (;

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A constant tease! All day, every day honey. He thrives when teasing you but as soon as the tables turn he is melting like that! That being said, he’s learnt to be careful with how much he teases you, least he want a repeat of that day at that gala, and seeing as Ozzie still makes fun of him for it, he’d rather not.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His bedroom is soundproof. That’s explanation enough.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you leave markings on him, scratches, bites, hickeys or d) all of the above. Don’t get him started on when your lipstick stains his face or clothes. Minimum 30% of all of his shirts have a crisp kiss mark on the collar and Lucifer wouldn’t have it any other way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Matches the rest of him pretty well, on the thin side as well as a blinding white colour while hitting a comfortable 7.8 inches. He knows exactly how to use it too. No wonder Lilith felt like That Bitch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Need it being said? His sex drives rivals that of Angel Dust. Don’t start something you can’t finish.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If the two of you aren’t cuddling then he doesn’t fall asleep until it’s almost sunrise. If you do snuggle up on him then it’s lights out real quick. That mix of sex, your shampoo and your body against his is his ultimate melatonin.

#hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne

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peachie-bumblebee · 4 months

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Hi! I'm wondering if I could get a threesome headcanons (Like you did with Monty) but with Chica, please?

omg OFC love!! i adore glam chica and wish she had more love ‼️‼️

THREESOME HEADCANONS WITH GLAMROCK CHICA

NSFW MINORS DNI

SCENARIO- you (reader) and Glamrock Chica are in a relationship when she brings up the topic of a threesome with you. It’s dealers choice- she’ll share you with any of his fellow main stage animatronics.

CW: CRYING MENTIONS, HEAD PUSHING, POWER PLAY, DEGRADATION, GENERAL KINK

IF YOU PICK:

FREDDY:

bitchhh OKAYYY !!!

she definitely not opposed. he’s a total cutie for sure.

(she’s also definitely caught him staring at your ass and then pointedly lookiing away)

he’s so, so taken aback when she talks to him about it. he’s never really viewed chica as one to do this kind of stuff-

but it’s you.

so sign him up. they discuss boundaries plenty, and by the time they’re done, Freddy is almost ready for it to happen at that exact moment. can you blame him? you’re beautiful.

they take their DAMN time with you. this is absolutely an act to be savored for them, and savor it they absolutely will

like- they take their TIMEEE. they strip you together until you’ve shivering with anticipation

it’s honestly 4 hours of slowly unwinding you until you’re absolutely dripping and an incoherent mess. there’s a puddle underneath you, and your cheeks are bright red and maybe just a little tear stained

Chica LOVES the fact that his dick vibrates. she genuinely squeals in joy and he gets so embarrassed JDBSJJSBD

he is so??? taken aback by how she acts during sex??? it’s not in a bad way- he’s just like “woah. woah. woah. WOAH.” she’s giggly yet stern yet playful yet rough- it’s honestly impressive to him.

nearly has a heart attack when she whips out the neon pink glittery 10 incher. they frot IM SORRY THEY DO THEY DO IM SORRY

she bobs your head up and down on his dick 1000 million percent. her hand is at the base of your skull, pushing you just a little too deep on it before pulling you back up to breathe

she calls him adorable when he cums and he almost short circuits. when she does, there’s a low, pleased growl in his throat. when you finally do- they’re groaning and egging you on and praising you like fucking crazy.

it definitely brings them closer!! they talk and hang out much more after

and when Freddy shyly brings up wanting to do it again-

Chica is very pleased.

ROXANNE:

THE ABSOLUTE 100% DREAM TEAM.

Chica is absolutely ecstatic with this pick btw. out of everyone, i feel like (as i’m writing this) she’s closest with Roxy :3, so she’s practically skipping and twirling when you pick her

brings it up so casually LMFAOO. Roxy looks at her, blinks, and goes “when?” which absolutely delights Chica even more

i love them both so much i’m actually meowing and scratching and sobbing and putting my ass up in the air

they’re fucking destroying you like it’s a choreographed dance. your holes are done for.

Roxy is NOT putting up with any shyness. move your damn hands away from your face and open your mouth for them both ‼️

Chica would take the praise role while roxanne bullies you… i don’t make the rules (i’m writing it but i don’t i swear)

Roxanne blowing your back out while you eat chica out… brainrot. absolute brainrot.

they’d fuck and make you watch while you sit at the ground whining and shit… LORD.

if you’re a brat (i have not written enough stuff for the brat community out there) (i respect y’all sm) they are absolutely delighted to put you in your fucking place- and by god, they will. if you’re a good listener (my community 💔💔) they are absolutely delighted by that too.

either way, Roxanne is degrading you for it while Chica tells you just how adorable you are for it all

i just know they’d both jerk you off at once- it doesn’t matter what parts you have. if you have a dick they both have a hand wrapped around it. if you have a pussy Chica is three fingers in you while Roxy pinches your clit

it’s almost scary how coordinated the whole thing is. almost like they planned it JBDJSHSBSNS

like they’ve talked about it for weeks HEVSHSJJSJS ‼️‼️

after it’s all done, Roxanne is NEVER letting you rest

she sees you in the hallway and she’s SLAPPING THAT ASS AS A REMINDER, her eyes following your form before you even know she’s there

Chica is already talking to her in between shows about how she wants to put you up in her swing :> and how Roxy should help bounce you on her strap

MONTGOMERY:

the unlikely duo

if you pick Monty, he’s gonna be like “WHAT.” when she brings it up. but lord he won’t be opposed. that man likes to FUCK and he fucks what he likes and lord he likes you.

i’ve already posted about monty as your s/o and you picking Chica (check out my master list!!) but when it’s him being chosen… ooh that boosts his ego

not that it needed to be boosted (monty i adore you) (please hit up my partner he needs you so bad) but GOD. you picked him? so you like him, huh? so you want his dick?

he’s the type to ask Chica what your size and preferences are and then get you some lingere to wear for the main event ‼️‼️ Chica finds it adorable

Chica would sit you in her lap against her chest with a spreader bar tied to your legs as Monty licks up on you

he’s so so flabbergasted by Chica’s techniques and toys (if you know my writing you know my hc’s abt this) ESPECIALLY when he’s the guest. he’s basically walking into a glitter pink spencer’s back wall

Chica definetly eggs him on a little. something within me absolutely knows that she loves to ever so slightly push his buttons- just enough to have him growling into your ear as he fucks you down into the couch

if Roxy and Chica are good cop bad cop, Monty is an absolutely vicious cop at times who needs to be reminded that he is a guest by Chica- and he does listen. just barely

but god he can’t get enough of you.

and chica absolutely knows it and takes advantage of it

she’d bounce you on her strap reverse cowgirl (or boy! or them!) style to make him see how it looks while you take it. he’d be absolutely unbearably hard and at his wits end

…double penatration with a ball gag in your mouth….

afterwards, Monty is absolutely addicted to the way you feel, but much too prideful to just go up to Chica and ask to have another turn with you

don’t worry though!

Chica already knows

and if you’re up for it, she’ll watch the two of you go at it like it’s the end of the world

hope y’all enjoyed!! please comment, reblog, and request!!! it gives me so much motivation. sorry this took literally ages <3 i love yall sm!!

#peachiebumblebee #peachie bumblebee #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach ruin #security breach smut #security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #glamrock chica smut #glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock #fnaf smut #fnaf chica #chica #glamrock chica x roxanne wolf #chica x reader

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barry-j-blupjeans · 8 months

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Arcade Carpet and Totally Chill, Nothing Can Prove Otherwise with Dealer's Choice :3

object + emotion prompt list here! send some in!

18. Arcade carpet

4. Totally Chill, Nothing Can Prove Otherwise

"Sir," said the tiny fancy boy at the prize counter, "are you using wizardly magicks to make the funky fresh carpet pattern into penises?"

The air was rich with the smell of sweat and obtrusively smelling cleaning products. Taako had been on shift for exactly four hours so far and it was not getting any better. It wasn't getting any worse, either, but who could say what would come next? The lights were just as flashy and headache-y as usual. Taako had snuck to the sound booth (read: the computer that controlled all the music that had a neon label that said SOUND BOOTH) and lowered the music to a reasonable level, but some godly power had turned it right back up.

Honestly, who could blame him for having a little fun? The worst day at a children's arcade was better than the best day at a court-ordered anger management class. Or however that saying went. He usually wouldn't revert to messing with the decor until about five hours into his shift, but he was feeling a little spicy today.

Plus, it's not like anyone could prove it was him.

"Nah," Taako said, leaning against the counter. "It's always been like that."

"It— it hasn't," the fancy boy says. He's got a light-up wand that he got from Taako's counter earlier. He'd been in here for an hour or so already, methodically going around the building and figuring out how to get the most tickets. He'd already come up to Taako four times to ask about game mechanics. "It was triangles and circles before."

"Mmmmh, nope," Taako said. "It's always been dicks."

The fancy boy frowned, looking at the carpet again. He took a few steps back towards the gaming area and then stopped.

"No, sir, it stops here," he said. "It's— it's very clearly not penises from this point onward— oh, well, now this is just rude, sir."

The floor magicked back to normal, except for about a two-foot circle around the fancy boy. When he took a step, the far superior, expertly crafted pattern followed him like a shadow. He scurried back up to the prize counter, a scrutinizing look on his face. He then glanced over his shoulder, as if someone might be watching their interaction. Honestly, Taako figured that if someone was spying and able to hear over the suddenly deep chorus of Fireflies by Fantasy Owl City, they deserved to hear every word.

But the fancy boy seemed to think the coast was clear. He leaned over the counter and said, in a low voice,

"Is magic not banned in here?"

"Read the sign, kid," Taako said, pointing the the sign above his head that read "NO MAGICKS ALLOWED IN THE ADVENTURE ZONE©." In smaller text, below it, it read, "for full Adventure Zone© magic related rules and services, please see one of our friendly PARTY MEMBERS for details."

"Yeah, but you just did magic," the fancy boy said. "So there's no like, barrier or runes to stop magic use inside the building."

Taako liked the turn this was taking. He raised his eyebrows at the fancy boy.

"You could say," he said. "And why, pray tell, are you asking?"

"Well," the fancy boy said. "If I pay the games the normal, non-magical way, it'll take me approximately nine hours to get enough tickets for the detective kit you have on the wall."

The fancy boy pointed at the wall of prizes. Near the very top, above the long plush snakes and the bin of Hot Wheels, a shiny play-pretend detectives kit was sitting, priced at 14,000 tickets, which was truly absurd.

"Only, I don't have nine hours, sir," the fancy boy said. "And frankly, I don't have the pocket money for five hours. So if, maybe, we could turn a blind eye to the rule— which seems very important and I respect that— then I could be out of here in about, uhm! Thirty minutes, tops. And then you don't have to deal with me and the birthday party that's about to start."

Both of them looked at the mom trying to wrangle her excited child through the doorway. The child had a pin on that said "BIRTHDAY GIRL". She looked like a feral cat.

"That's a tempting offer, little man," Taako said. He glanced around. No one was gonna come up to the prize counter any time soon. These kids were too sugar-powered to care about anything more than beating each other in stupid arcade games for babies. "You get me one of those fucked up bears—" Taako pointed at the wall behind him once more. Slightly below the detective kit was a poor attempt at a teddy bear, which looked more like a failed demon exorcism. "And we've got a deal."

"Deal," the fancy boy said, holding out his hand. "It's nice doing business with you Mr…" he squinted at Taako's name tag. "Tay-co?"

"You never pronounce my name like that again and we're good to go, kid."

#taako #angus mcdonald #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #asks #a-vampire #thank u felix!!!!

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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Daddy issues?

What happens when you have Felix in the palm of your hand, and realize just how big an absent father can change someone

Felix gallardo, one of the biggest drug dealers

Your husband, and biggest blessing in your life

You had a very tough life before Felix, that's not to say it wasn't luxurious but your family was broken. Your mother had left when you were a kid, your father with nothing better to do drowned himself in his work and whores almost every other day.

It had been unfortunate for lack of a better word, but either way with no one to guide you it was obvious you would end up in the wrong places at the wrong time.

Or at least that's what would have happened if Felix hadn't been where he was when you meet him, he had seen you when he became aware that someone had fucked things up with a delivery and wanted to make sure getting rid of them was done correctly

But when he saw you, and how young you were too...he didn't have the heart in him to do it.

Instead, he developed an interest in you, it didn't look like you lacked money, you were beautiful, and suddenly Felix had an interest in making you his next victim of playing with women's hearts

The thing is, you had heard of him, the cheater, Drug lord, egocentric, all these and more were things you had heard of him and knew better than to involve yourself with him

So while Felix tried to chase you, the only thing you did was run further from him, that is until he quite literally gave you no choice

He had invited you to an event and you felt like causing more disappointment towards your father, so you agreed. When you got there you realized the mistake you had made, there was no party only him

Tring to back away and open the door proved useless as the door had locked when you stepped in, sneaky son of a bitch

And there he was standing all-powerful as you started panicking he said "Porfavor siéntate" he pointed to the chair opposite of him, it wasn't a question

And you did, out of fear of what he would do. However contrary to what you thought he asked you about the job you did, about why you did it and you found yourself falling for his voice. Every time he spoke you wanted to hear more until the itch in your brain was gone, and he noticed. Noticed how your posture relaxed and your jaw un-clenched, how your eyes slowly dropped their guard, and how you looked so hypnotized by him

He smirked, he had you where he wanted you, and offered you to sit next to him, at this your eyes widened in surprise but accepted, you wanted more of him, wanted to know what his skin feel like, what he smelled like, how soft his hair was

You wanted to know everything, after you sat next to him, he turned his face to you and smiled with a charm only he could achieve. He ever so gently held your hand and with a glint of something in his eyes asked "Porque me miras haci, eh amor?"

You felt like you were dying, a heavy feeling was crushing your heart, and your stomach felt full of butterflies

Then as if that wasn't enough he suddenly let go of your hand and tiled your chin up to look at him "Dime que quieres" And you couldn't answer before closing the space between both of you and kissing him

The kiss was intense and full of want, desperation, and something you couldn't quite put your hand on but ever so slowly that crushing feeling came back and then the tears started to fall

This alerted Felix that something was wrong, he stopped and asked "Que te pasa, estas bien?" He searched your face for any sign of discomfort or fear but found none

He had no idea why you were crying, and then you started to ramble, about your father, about how much you wanted someone, about these feelings you felt and he understood

He gently took you in his arms and hugged you, he sighted and kissed the top of your head while rocking you back and forth "Estoy aquí amor, yo estoy aqui" he said, just loud enough for you to hear

As you calmed down, you couldn't force yourself from his warmth and how calming his heartbeat was, it made you feel...cared for, more than you had ever felt

He smiled when he noticed you had calmed down and spoke again "Entonces esto significa que me amas?" He asked, and you looked up "Solo si prometes no estar con ninguna otra perra que se te ponga enfrente" He laughed and for a moment you worried he would say no "Será difícil pero, si se trata de ti, lo haría mil veces" then he smiled, finally making you relax unto him

BET FELIX IS OFFICIALLY MY NEW HYPERFIXATION!

Wanna be added to my tag list? Let me know in the comments!

@hausofmamadas @yoongskook

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fatguarddog · 1 month

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Ooh it’s a bit obvious but my fav monster for feedism is definitely vampire. ❤️ Vampire fattens up their thrall until they’re so big and hardy they can take a vicious biting from multiple vampires and recover ok cause the wounds couldn’t hope to get close to their vitals through the fat. But the thrall has their own kind of control over the vampire by getting the vampire addicted to huge feedings that bloat their undead stomach to grotesque proportions and make them sluggish and suggestible. Sometimes they even use their incredible weight to hold the vampire down and force-feed them their blood. After a while, it's difficult to tell who's under whose spell.

Dealer's choice whether vampires can gain weight in this scenario, could either be mutual gaining or contrast 👀

Oh yes yes yes this is so hot on all accounts

Fattened up for your own safety to take all those bites, but in turn that deliciously fattening meals you've been eating just make you taste so good vampires can't help but fatten up or just bloat from gorging on your blood~

Definitely lots of fun power dynamics to explore - are you a fun fat pet for your vampire master? Or are you able to turn their lust for your blood around on then and make them into a willing servant to your abundant form?

#softhairyboy #hutch answers #vampires #weight gain #stuffing #bloating #terato

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catofadifferentcolor · 9 months

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Terrible Fic Ideas #57: PJO x Accidental Warlord AU

The other day I stumbled across a crossover that I never would have imagined but so far works exceptionally well: Friend of Humanity by Bluestone_Dragon, which sends a post-BoO Percy Jackson into the world of inexplicific's Accidental Warlord Witcher AU. And so, naturally, I tried to come up with my own take on the concept.

Just imagine it:

PJO and HOO follow canon until we reach House of Hades. There, instead of Percy and Annabeth landing in the Cocytus when they reach Tartarus, they fall into the Styx instead. No matter Percy's powers, he still has his mother's blessing and Annabeth does not. Percy emerges from the Styx with the Curse of Achilles back in place, while Annabeth dies in the river.

The rest of HOO canon continues, albeit it with a Percy who is teetering on a major depressive episode - when he's not furious at Zeus, Hera, and Athena for putting them in this position to begin with.

Given the insistence in the first series on how no more than three demigods should ever quest together, at least three of the remaining seven should die in the final battle(s), dealer's choice on details.

ToA also follows canon, albeit with Percy tagging along for all of Meg and Apollo's adventures. Despite Percy being a demigod powerhouse, this changes very little of the plot. Instead we get glimpses of a deep friendship between Percy and Apollo that lasts even after the latter returns to godhood, which starts as some level of codependency - Percy is having trouble adjusting to normal camp life, Apollo needs his help to stop the end of the world, and Percy needs to be needed at this point - but turns into genuine respect and care for each other as the series progresses.

The crossover picks up 2-3 months after The Tower of Nero, with Percy appearing in the middle of Kaer Morhen with little to no explanation. This should heavily echo the start of SoN, with Percy actively blaming Hera and asking if anyone's missing from the Witcher side of things. When it becomes clear that the exchange goes only one way, Percy assumes this is the gods way of getting rid of him without risking being unable to kill him themselves and falls deep into depression.

The Witchers help. For all that Percy hates being trapped in their world, they're decent people with experience dealing with horrible life events. Over the next six months or so, Percy's mental health improves greatly.

Meanwhile, back in our universe Apollo is tearing apart heaven and earth to find out what happened to Percy. It's during this period that Apollo comes to realize he's fallen in love with another mortal without realizing it - a soft, genuine love born of friendship rather than momentary affection or lust - which of course make's Percy's absence worse.

Eventually he determines that Athena sent Percy to the Witcher universe as punishment for being unable to save her daughter from the Styx - with the agreement of Zeus, who doesn't want a demigod as powerful as Percy around. Out of respect for her daughter's memory, she sent him to a place where he wouldn't be killed immediately - where he could even thrive, even rising to godhood in that dimension, but far away from where she'd have to look at him for all eternity.

Cue much brainstorming, Apollo and all of Percy's surviving friends are able to retrieve Percy from the Witcher world - but not before 3-5 years has passed on their side of things.

Upon Percy's return, it quickly becomes clear that he either has to accept godhood or allow himself to be destroyed, as he's just that powerful.

Had he been forced to make the choice before his trip, Percy probably would have chosen the latter simply because of his depression, but his sojourn with the Witchers helped him come to terms with his losses in a healthy enough way that he chooses godhood instead. This should be done after a long, emotional conversation with Apollo that doesn't quite end with them declaring eternal love for each other, but with the soft and sweet promise of deciding to see where things lead between them - a hope of a better tomorrow, nothing more.

Bonuses include: 1) An interleaving of Percy and Apollo chapters, which echo each other in emotional tone if not necessarily content: Percy's panic at being dimension swapped is echoed in Apollo's panic that Percy is missing again, Apollo's realization that he's fallen for Percy could be echoed in Percy realizing he's finally over Annabeth and had been starting to fall for Apollo, &c; 2) Percy not exactly getting to be a kid, but not having the weight of the world on his shoulders for once; and 3) Percy really wanting to hate Athena for sending him to another universe, but never quite managing it as it turned out to be more of the rest cure he needed than a punishment.

And that's all I have - though in retrospect almost any fandom could do for the second half of the crossover, so long as it gives Percy an environment to come to terms with all the loss and suffering he's undergone in his own. A post-Hobbit, pre-LotR sojourn in Rivendell, perhaps? Anyway, as always, feel free to adopt this bun - just link back if you do.

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#plot bunny #fic ideas #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson #apollo #percy x apollo #accidental warlord #crossover

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arcadiabaytornado · 10 months

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what are the things you like and the things you dislike about before the storm? please feel free to elaborate as much as you want, i love your essays

Oh this is a fun question! I'll do top five things I like and dislike since the game is a bit of a mixed bag for me! The things I like I love, but the things I don't like really stick out.

Things I Like:

A: Amberprice was my favorite thing to come out of the game. I love the electric dynamic between Rachel and Chloe that was present from the moment they met. It's a great representation of a whirlwind teenage romance and they play really well of each others personalities.

B: As someone who loves analyzing media Rachel is a great character. She has so many nuances and I feel like she's one of those characters five people could interpret in five different ways. She's very complex and I really love her personality. She's the star of every scene she's in. As she should be.

C: Some of the standalone scenes are the best of the franchise in my opinion. Rachel burning down the tree while wind swirls around her, the play that comes off as a proposal, the excitement of discussing leaving their small town and Rachel sealing her promise with a kiss, the dream scenes with William. All of those scenes stand out very vividly to me because of how much I enjoyed them.

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D: I liked doing graffiti more than taking photos! I liked the choice about what type of graffiti would you wanted to do like either drawing devil horns on Nathan or a halo on Rachel.

E: I really liked the portrayal of young Chloe! She's jaded and cold, but a lot of her rougher edges haven't come into play yet. Which makes sense as David isn't living with them full time and she hasn't lost Rachel at this point. I think her depression is also written really well. It's never stated outright, but all you have to do is read her journal entries to see her mental health struggles. It's a good confirmation of what we already knew in the first game but wasn't focused on much.

Things I Dislike:

A: I hated everything with Damon so much. It takes a slice of life story and tries to turn it into this a drug dealer conflict which I was not a fan of seeing. Especially because Before The Storm could have had plenty of main conflicts that didn't need him at all. For example, show why Rachel and Chloe never left Arcadia. Was it their parents intervention? Lack of money? Chloe's truck hardly working? One of the girls being unable to commit? All of the above? I find that more interesting then anything with Damon.

B: Rachel is barely in Episode 3. Rachel is the entire draw of the game so why she was regulated to damsel in distress stuck in a hospital bed while Chloe goes to rescue her kidnapped Mother I don't know. I feel like the intention was to show how far Chloe would go for Rachel...but doesn't she already prove that in the first game?

C: Everything with David doesn't really make sense. Before The Storm is a prequal, so why can the game end with David and Chloe on decent circumstances if we've seen how that falls apart in the next game? Like...what happened? It leaves more questions then answers that I don't feel like a prequel should bring up. Personally I think it would've been better for their relationship to degrade during the game so we can draw a conclusion on how things got so bad,

D: No power system. One of my favorite things about Life Is Strange and True Colors is getting to use the powers. I know Chloe couldn't have powers because that would contradict a LOT with the first game, but all I'm saying is Rachel would be a cool protagonist and also she's implied to have some kind of wind and/or fire power.

E: I hated everything they did with Rachel's parents. During the first game the big reason that Rachel and Chloe never left Arcadia Bay is because they didn't have the money to leave. But apparently Rachel's parents are rich? And her Father is so crazily overprotective he kidnaps a women who only wanted to talk to her daughters? But he doesn't care when Rachel goes missing in the first game? Plot holes aside, I also just didn't like James as a person nor did I find him interesting. Which really kills a character for me. So I didn't love him being such a big part of episode 3.

#Before The Storm #asks

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Promise is a promise. Let’s talk about my planned (but so far, never played) Werewolf chronicle, tentatively titled Blood Ripples Out.

Blood Ripples Out started from a few things, if memory serves. It began life as an idea for Werewolf: The Forsaken actually, but it morphed to Apocalypse as I got more into WoD over time (though I could still easily see myself playing it as Forsaken). But it mostly came from me dwelling on two video games:

1) Hotline Miami. Indie classic, full of hyperviolence and neon-soaked grime. A perfect aesthetic for Werewolf, I think, but I was particularly dwelling on the famous way almost all the levels end. After you tear through a place in a frenzy of brutal killing, the music cuts out to a dull thrum as you walk out of the bloodstained rooms you were just tearing through during your adrenaline rush, and you have to think for a moment… “Was all that a good idea? Was it worth it?”

2) Assassin’s Creed III. Almost a guilty pleasure of mine, this game. But what struck me about it was the sort of core premise of the second act of the game— the protagonist, Ratonhaké:don/Connor Kenway, desperate to protect his home and his loved ones from the colonial forces ravaging them, goes on a series of missions to kill the people leading those forces. Notably, despite his general tendency to downplay collateral damage and minimize violence, even his most precise and targeted assassinations tend to make the situation even more precarious. Ratonhaké:don wants to just stop the violence, but the violence follows him wherever he goes. It clearly isn’t his fault, he’s doing so much right… but when even doing the right thing doesn’t help, what is there to do?

You might be able to see where I’m going.

At its core, my idea for Blood Ripples Out was to empower players to act, while making sure their actions never quite fixed things. I know this is a risky path to some extent, because I don’t want the players and their choices to feel ineffectual or pointless— what I wanted instead was for them to think, with care and deliberation, about the consequences of their interactions with the world, and then be surprised by what they were able to plan for… and what they weren’t.

So to me, the chronicle was about tension cycles. Each arc starts with a problem— the first one I had in mind was a dangerous drug proliferating through the community the game was set in. This drug took advantage of vulnerable people— the addicted, the desperate, the wounded— and used them as a vessel to breed Banes and other Wyrm-tainted things. The person distributing these drugs may be aware of that being the effect, but either way, the Wyrm grows stronger so long as they continue spreading them. So, the player characters have to shut down their operation.

Then, the tension builds as the players investigate and try to find their target. They talk to the people affected, try to help them, maybe tracking down dealers and looking into suspicious activity. They might deal with threats violently, or with their supernatural powers— maybe they just talk and think their way through it all? I, of course, make note of the ways the world might respond to the player characters as they progress to the truth, and find the person who needs to die.*

Finally, the climax. All the tension is supercharged in one final mission for the arc— the werewolves know where their target is, and they hunt them down. Maybe they sneak in and kill them silently, or maybe they tear through their hideout in Crinos form, howling at the moon all the while. Perhaps they can arrange for a rival to take care of the problem for them, manipulating the situation to their advantage. Either way, it all culminates in confrontation and then, the tension releases as it’s resolved.

But then, next arc, the tension builds again. Did our werewolves solve the problem quietly and cleanly? Then there’s an easily exploited power vacuum. Maybe some shady medical corporation moves in and tries to push an equally nasty “cure” on an afflicted community, or law enforcement cracks down on all the drug trading now that no one is in control. If the PCs did things overtly, violently, then they’ve established that the community has their protection, but they might be scared of whatever things are stalking in the dark, and werewolf hunters might be tipped off to their presence. So on and so forth for any solution— nothing is perfect. But not eveyrthing is terrible, of course. People are finally recovering, maybe even benefiting from harm reduction and other community aid our PCs helped established. The people taking advantage of the community have been thrown out, at least for the moment, and the Caern grows stronger, healthier.

The core question of Blood Ripples Out, then, is not “Is what you’re doing right?” but instead “What will you do to make your choices the right choices, when the world resists happy endings?”

I don’t know the answer to that question, but I’d love to see a group try and answer it some day.

*Note: My initial conception for the game did involve a sort of metatextual requirement of the death of at least one antagonist per arc, to make the statement that the violence the PCs did was to an extent necessary, even when it did sometimes make the situation escalate. That said, such a conceit might work better for Forsaken than Apocalypse, and I would be interested in seeing how the concept of the chronicle works for characters who consistently search for nonviolent solutions.

#wod #world of darkness #chronicle idea #werewolf the apocalypse

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Pretext: This deals with Hamas and the US program DARE. Some of you may not like the analogy I am going to use, but frankly you need to think on it too, especially if you grew up in the US.

Long post.

So, story time. I grew up in America, I was born and raised here. Part of American schooling (in Fifth Grade, gotta get them agreeing with a police state early) is a system called DARE you are taught of and by, standing for Drug Abuse Resistance Education. In that (absolute dogshit pro-police anti-addict (NOT anti-addiction, anti-ADDICT)) lesson, a key thing we are taught is that Weed is a gateway drug. If you smoke weed you WILL do crack. You WILL do heroin. You WILL sell your body for the weed addiction. That drug dealers and users and mean and hurtful and will abuse you constantly. Again, this is regardless of the drug. I am not speaking about actual horrors committed on people who are having their addiction taken advantage of. Those are real and happen.

That's not hyperbole btw, feel free to look at your own kids DARE stuff if you have them in that age group.

Anyway, I believed it. Others may not have, but I did. We had to sign things saying we would never do drugs, never drink and drive (which they never defined and I'll tell a fun story at the end about), never do ANYTHING really.

So time goes on, 5th grade me turns into 6th grade to 7th, rinse and repeat til I am a Sophomore in High School (Grade 10). And on a whim, I was offered to smoke a bong in a car in a SUPER white SUPER "well off" neighborhood. And I did. I actually first had to ask how to do it, and shocker, the dude was super nice and friendly. He didn't judge me or anything, he was happy to show me. My inexperience was not a thing to laugh at to him. (One Question raised about what DARE talked about. Technically two since "well off" people never did such a thing, and because of that they are "well off")

He also never offered me any other drugs. Hell he didn't even offer pot. If you wanted it you could ask and buy from him, but he wasn't pushing it. (Two questions raised about what DARE talked about).

I also never craved other drugs. I had seen the effects of heroin on some of my family, so maybe that was a part of knowledge I had and other didn't, but no one I even knew pushed me on it. Shit I hung out with people happily doing coke and sharing it, but ONLY if you asked. No one tried to make you do it. (Three now)

Finally, after discussing it with my parents, I find out that my mother was an on and off pot smoker, and my dad wasn't a drug user, but he didn't disparage it, he just preferred alcohol as his drug of choice. (Which was ACTUALLY a major issue in our family, not that DARE seemed to care)

And in the end, it comes clean that everything they told us about Pot was a lie. Everything they said was either full out false, or left out convenient details that explained WHY. Not that they were "worthless junkies" (actual phrase used).

That started some of my questioning about what we were taught and told by authority figures that had a position of power to hold would tell us anything to nod and agree with them, regardless of the facts.

I didn't think about what other stuff that could affect though. 9/11 happened when I was in 6th grade, and as many other Americans can attest, we were riled up into a fervor to support the troops, that "they hated our freedom", that terrorists were gonna get you unless you pledge your support undying to the United States. And I believe that for way to long. It took me much longer that it should have to see the flaws and lies that were told to us over and over and over by people we were told we could trust.

So how does this relate to Hamas?

As more and more is becoming clear about the lies and abuse we endure, and the lies and abuse we have seen especially by Israel, it is fair to ask I believe, is Hamas the bad guy? Did we take the statements of "Terrorist Group" as fact and "Rebellion against Annihilation" as bullshit?

I don't know. I'm not saying that as a cop out, I am saying I LITERALLY do not know. I have been told the Western story over and over and over and I don't know the truth.

But what if we were wrong? What if it was another lie that was done to make us angry at the wrong people?

This is the issue that arises. After a certain amount of government lies, tricks, torture, abuse domestic and foreign, can we trust what the government told us? They had a chance to tell me the truth when I was young, and they instead chose to lie to me, to treat me as something they could mold into their sick image of a "good citizen" instead of another human.

As I said, I don't know enough about Hamas to say if the labels are wrong, and I encourage everyone (Pro AND Anti) to share information so we can all be more educated.

But we have been lied to many times.

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Drinking and Driving story: As I said, DARE left out details that made things easier to understand, I think on purpose. One of those that could just be in the "fucking stupid to not clarify" was drinking and driving. So after that class, that weekend, my father and I go to McDonalds, and get our usual.

And then my father *gasp* started driving while sucking on his straw.

I was distraught, my OWN father drinking and driving? And I confronted him on it, and his could only look at me bewildered and say "Son, that's for alcohol, not Coke" and that's how I learned what drink meant in that context.

#hamas #dare #Drug Abuse Resistance Education #D.A.R.E.#palestine #israel is a terrorist state #free palestine #gaza #genocide #fuck the israeli government #idf is a terrorist group #free gaza #israel

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7077070707 · 9 months

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bsd characters and what visions + weapons i think they would have in genshin impact

feat — dazai, chuuya, kunikida, kenji, yosano, kyouka, atsushi, akutagawa (all seperate)

warnings — manga spoilers(?)

a/n — this took so much longer than it needed to. ALSO, why did i only just find out that BSD SEASON 4 WAS ANIMATED?? WHAT??

also do ya'll want me to make a part 2, with the hunting dogs, decay of angels.. and like other characters?? lmk if you would enjoy that!!

i think DAZAI would definitely be a hydro catalyst 😭. first of all, his iconic suicide book is very fitting and would be the catalyst. with hydro, it just suits him,,, also including the fact that he’d probably attempt to drown himself with it every few seconds. also, y'all, take a quick few seconds to imagine him having an attack animation similar to KOKOMI'S. he would sooo move around like a little mermaid, splashing his enemies for shits and giggles.

i also think he would be more of a support character, temporarily nullifying his opponent’s abilities and then switching him out for the dps. of course since his power is so op, we can’t forget the special hydro cooldown that lasts for an eternity 😍.

CHUUYA, i believe, would possess a pyro vision. along with either a polearm or a sword but im leaning more towards him being a character who attacks quickly with a polearm. also, his idle animation would totally him being super dramatic with him twirling his hat around and having his cape blowing in the wind.

i feel like his attack animations would be really aggressive with half of his monologue just yelling, lmao. countering dazai, he would be a dps which makes him the perfect character to be paired with him - including the constant vaporise reactions. (they’re soulmates, your honour).

next, we have KUNIKIDA. he is definitelyyy a geo catalyst, and you can’t change my mind. his little ideals book would of course be his catalyst. other than the fact it fits his whole colour aesthetic, i think contracts and ideals are similar in one way or another — with the strict sense of there being order, hence why i chose geo.

referring to his overall abilities in the manga, his whole thing is being able to create anything and it’s quite resourceful. i see it as being a supportive ability as he has limits, so naturally his place in the party would be support. possibly even sub dps? let’s say the more constellations you have of him, the easier it would be for him to be built as a sub-dps.

KENJI (the best char and my bby) would have a dendro vision, and his choice of weapon would be a claymore. he’s a farmer and dendro is quite literally nature and shit. claymore, because it fits him the most out of all the weapons and additionally, you’ve definitely got to be hella strong to even wield one and his ability IS super strength… so there’s that. just imagine him happily swinging around a claymore with zero effort at all.

i honestly think he would be a really versatile character… maybe like bennett? for example, healing could be one of his passive talents, or it could come from his burst. like you could either build him as a healer/support or a damage dealer. i’d say his main role would be sub-dps with a long cooldown as in the manga, it’s canon he has to be hungry in order for his ability to work — which means that he’d have to wait.

YOSANO would be a cryo claymore. honestly, cryo just fits her vibe really well. manga spoilers, when she was in the port mafia with mori she was definitely going through the most traumatic points in her life which lead to her feeling unloved and abandoned due to the treatment she received from mori and the overall environment of where she was forced to work — so that’s my explanation for cryo. yosano is usually seen holding this big ass knife, and a claymore is a bigass sword, so naturally i chose her to wield a claymore as it has the closest resemblance to her canon weapon that she uses.

of course, her having a healing ability in the manga makes her the healer of the party.. who would’ve guessed!!! one of her movesets would probably be something where she has to damage the teammate she’s healing and then heal them straight afterwards. idk if it makes sense, but let’s say she places something that gradually removes the character on the field’s health, and when their hp reaches a certain point, the object will burst and heal them + the whole team (including herself). it’d be kinda dumb in game but thats all i can think of lol.

ignore how long this is, yosano is a very complex character - and if you guys want, i wouldn’t mind doing a character analysis of her, or anyone tbh.

KYOUKA would be a cryo sword user. the sword is self explanatory — with her ability being a phantom who wields a sword. for the cryo vision, her ability is called ‘demon snow’ so naturally i would pick that. not only does her ability associate with the cold, ice, etc… but judging from her past and personality, i’m even more confident in picking a cryo vision.

she’d probably be a main dps and her moveset would be similar to razor's, with the wolf thing appearing and attacking alongside him in electro. i’m imagining demon snow appearing from behind once you press her burst and attacking simultaneously with her, embedding the enemies with cryo. ALSO, she’d definitely have an alternate sprint, like ayaka’s because she's just cool and majestic like that.

okay, realistically RANPO would not have a vision 💀…bc like, yk, the whole fake ability thing LOL. but for the sake of this, i’m gonna say he would have an anemo vision, paired with being a catalyst user. my reasoning for this is that, firstly, anemo is simply the most fitting for him out of all the elements BUT also, anemo characters are very… whimsical. and ranpo is basically the definition of whimsical. (anemo characters are just better)

for catalyst, ranpo is a lazy fuck and it’d be funny to imagine him just standing in the middle of the battlefield throwing out long ranged attacks and whooshes of wind from a single position on the arena. from this, he would most likely be a support character and POSSIBLY… a sub dps. it would get more plausible the more constellations you’d have of him. also, i CANNOT imagine this man wielding any type of weapon 💀. just think about him flailing a sword around or struggling to pick up a claymore. my man is a PRINCESS.

omg also, i just came to a realistion. he'd basically be a heizou <3 ..but successful.

ATSUSHI would be a pyro sword user. THIS DECISION WAS REALLY HARD.. but he’s just got that fire in him, you know. i also thought about labelling him as a cryo user, judging from his past, but it didnt really fit him and besides - hes a passionate guy; about the detective agency, fighting and all that.

him being a sword user is mostly just the process of elimination, and it isn’t that bad of a choice either. being a sword or a claymore user would work for him, but ultimately i chose a quicksword because… he’s just a scrawny little guy. (ignoring the fact that he can literally turn into a ravenous beast)

AKUTAGAWA would be an electro bow. his rashoumon is super cool, and it looks sort of electric. ALSO, him being electro, goes so amazingly well with atsushi being pyro. the pyro and electro reaction is overload and it sort of creates a big knockback explosion, WHICH FITS THEM SO WELL? they have clashing ideal’s and powers, and they’re also on like, opposing sides — but in the end it makes sense, and it works for them. also one thing, i love how they’re literally designed to be a pair. in the manga atsushi has a black streak in his hair, contrasting aku’s white ends. i wish bones added that to his design <;/3

anyways, i was going to choose either bow or catalyst for him, but in the end i chose bow. i can imagine his ability to look somewhat similar to some of sara’s animations, and besides i think he would really rock being a bow user anyway. however, i dont think his skillset would be RELIANT on it, like ganyu. he would be more like venti, his worth mostly coming from his normal attack and burst.

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Orange 4? Dealers choice for characters

Color Quotes Prompt Orange 4 "Don't look down." So I started this as an "Orym and the irresistible urge to climb as a little guy" then pivoted into waxing philosophical and it didn't really fit him. I'm not entirely sure it fits right on Keyleth either, but better than Orym at least, so here we are.

Keyleth has heard so many people say “Don’t look down” in regards to climbing and high places.

It’s a load of bullshit, if you ask her.

If you don’t look down, you’ll never see how far you’ve come. Never see the pit you pulled yourself out of, the things you’ve overcome and moved beyond.

If you don’t look down, you’ll never see the expectations of the faces looking up to you. Never know the effect you have on those who haven’t made it as high as you, the path you’ve mapped out that others may follow.

If you never look down, you’ll never know how far you have to fall. Never know the fear of what you could be if you choose wrong, the drive to be better. Or at least the drive to make the attempt to be better.

And she’s seen so many people who only see that last one, if they dare look down from their lofty heights. People whose “better” is to be more personally powerful.

It’s why Keyleth works so hard at that second one. Because it’s not about having those heights for herself, it’s about raising everyone up to their own heights. It’s about blazing a trail for those that follow.

And in the quiet moments, Keyleth reflects on the first. She wonders if she’s really come that far at all, or if she’s still the nervous kid that was so scared of the burden of her Aramenté. Then she looks out at the peaks of Zephrah, the people happy and content in her care, some who have never known any leadership but hers, and knows that while the heights she sits at make her nervous, make her scared like she was then, the view is different. The fear of falling, of failing her people remains, but she can also see all the trials she’s faced and overcome, and know that her climbing gave her people a path forward. And they taught her how to keep climbing for her people too.

So “Don’t look down”? Only if you don’t want to know why you should keep climbing.

#MQ&A #color quotes prompt #MQfic #keyleth of the air ashari

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Kumari wiped the glass countertop with a dish towel, listening to the ticking of the clock. She wore an apron underneath her blouse and jeans, Rapunzel black hair rolled up in a braided bun. Business was slow for a Tuesday afternoon. Her husband was sent on another mission yesterday, and her 11 month old son, Kichiro, was upstairs in his crib taking a nap. Most of the morning had been spent rearranging the cast iron cauldrons, wands, and empty crystal balls, which were mostly kept for posterity (they did absolutely nothing). The swords, army knives, guns, and medieval crossbows, on the other hand, were the real deal. If there was one art form Kumari appreciated more than anything it was weaponry. Cursed weaponry, at that. There was no better dealer on this side of the South China Sea than her, and everybody in the jujutsu world knew it. That’s why the sorcerer families continued doing business with her, despite the fall out between her in-laws.

Being a cursed tool specialist wasn’t necessarily the easiest job, but Kumari knew she was top-tier. Just recently she had acquired a handsome yatağan, pommeled in bronze, dating back to the early Ottoman Empire. She had her eye on it for months. The seller didn’t bother recognizing the sword’s true value, or the high volumes of dormant cursed energy contained within its curved blade, talking to her. Probably belonged to a powerful warrior at one time. She got it for a steal. It looked nice mounted on the wall with the other swords next to the four-armed goddess Kali, destroyer of evil and consort to Shiva, enraged as she wore the slaughtered heads and arms of her enemies. Kumari grinned. She was rather fond of that imagery.

Samurai armor. French guillotines. A 1923 Tommy gun owned by Al Capone. Sometimes the tools she acquired couldn’t be sold, either because they were too dangerous for society, or had been stolen and needed to be returned to their rightful owners, tucked dead in their tombs. Like a jigsaw puzzle, it was Kumari’s job to gather the pieces and reassemble them.

Her favorite cases were always swords, be they katana, akrafena, rapiers, or her primary weapon of choice, the double-edged khanda. Ever since her parents signed her up for fencing lessons, Kumari knew she had found her vocation. And upon possessing a rare sealing technique used for cursed tools and artifacts, the choice had been made. Japan came calling, and when entering high school she said goodbye to her beloved New Delhi for a new beginning in Tokyo.

Jujutsu High was where she met her husband, freshman year. Their chemistry was instantaneous. All it took was one, quick glance and Ichiro was hers. They dated all throughout high school and university before tying the knot last year. She was pregnant four months later with their baby boy. With their growing family, the newest Chauhan clan moved to an accommodating townhouse in Minato City, where Kumari’s shop “KUMARI’S APPRAISAL & ARMAMENTS” dwelled on the very first floor. Due to the nature of her enterprise, she had special permission from the Japanese government to sell illegal weapons. Only registered jujutsu sorcerers were allowed access.

With her two bare hands, Kumari had carved a comfortable niche for herself, but living in Japan as a foreigner wasn’t always so simple. She still got stared at when walking down the street on her way to the market. Her mocha colored skin and long black hair were quite eye-catching. Ichiro thought she was beautiful of course. His family thought otherwise. Seemed neither money nor royal blood would do for the Kamo’s.

The Chauhan dynasty, Kumari’s ancestors, was believed to have ruled over the region of Sapadalaksha, located in present day Rajasthan where most of India’s kings reigned. They did so for 600 years before the turn of the 12th century and later British colonialism. As a little girl, Kumari could remember her grandfather bouncing her on one knee as he re-dramatized the war stories of Prithviraj Chauhan III laying siege to Muhammad Ghori’s forces at the Battle of Tarain. He would also recite to her the Bhagavad Gita; When Prince Arjuna threw down his bow, ready to forfeit the seemingly useless fight, till lord Krishna reminded him of his duty as a warrior. Her grandmother would be busy in the kitchen making dumplings (momos), singing traditional folk songs. The scent of curry leaves and chili would linger all throughout the house. She missed it sometimes.

The direct Chauhan line lost their royalty, but not their wealth. Kumari wore the ruby and pearl beaded necklace once belonging to Bhupinder Singh, the Maharaja of Patiala, on her wedding with a whole string of decadent jewels, and a lehenga designed and sewn by Sabyasachi Mukherjee. Although the Chauhan’s kept most of their wealth hidden and lived by more modest means; ie, not residing in palatial houses with servants and priceless treasures, staying out of the limelight as much as possible. Both of Kumari's parents worked in academia. Her mother obtained a doctorate in biophysics, while her father served as co-director for the Department of South Asian Studies at a prestigious university, focusing on past and modern Indo-Pakistani relations. Kumari followed in her parents’ academic footsteps, earning a bachelor’s in Military Science and a master’s in Weapon Appraisal after graduating from Jujutsu High, taking up sword smithing as a side hustle. Turns out she excelled in her craft, yet for all the expertise it wouldn’t be enough to curry favor with her in-laws.

She blamed Ichiro’s domineering aunt, Hatsumomo, the most. That witch. Kumari likened her to a Malabar viper, toxic to everyone she saw as indecent, which in her world meant anyone who lacked the right lineage. Jujustu society was very much a world of who’s in and who’s out, but in all the years she had confronted the Kamo woman, Kumari never let the old snake coil under her skin. She attributed the witch’s bitterness from being overlooked as clan leader many years back, despite being the eldest in the Kamo family. Now she wreaked her vengeance as the self-proclaimed “leading lady” of jujutsu society, delegating what was and was not permissible. However, Kumari wasn’t the groveling sort and refused to bend the knee. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. The satisfaction she felt for wearing a heavily embroidered sari in front of the appalled Kamo’s face still lived fresh in her memory (with a gold nath and chain). That was before her and Ichiro were married, the day he formally announced his separation from the Kamo clan, taking the Chauhan name instead. There was no turning back now, but as a wise man once said; when one door closes, another one…

The doorbell to her shop jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer.

Kumari’s head flew up from the countertop to spot the world’s strongest sorcerer entering her store. She smiled.

“Ah, Satoru. I was wondering when you’d show up. I expected your dandelion head in here hours ago.”

The Six Eyes wielder ruffled his snow-white hair. “Sorry. We walked past a new flower shop and Hannah couldn’t resist.”

The girl in question popped out from behind her husband, cheeks noticeably red.

“We weren’t in there very long,” she insisted. “Honest.”

“Oh, it’s fine. You didn’t make an appointment,” Kumari assured, beckoning them inside. “Come in, come in.” The couple walked towards her, allowing the Indian tradeswoman to better evaluate Satoru’s little bride. She already knew the girl was English, if the light dusting of freckles, pale skin, and auburn colored hair were any clues. Plus the accent, which was still distinct when speaking Japanese, thought she hid it well. She was at least five inches shorter.

Kumari noticed Hannah’s hazel eyes on the tiny dagger pierced through her right ear. Ichiro bought it for her as an anniversary present. Vastly intrigued, the Indian woman leaned closer.

“So you’re the illustrious Hannah everyone has been raving about.”

Hannah swallowed nervously. “R-Raving?”

Kumari dismissed the question and extended her hand. “The name is Chauhan Kumari. I specialize in cursed tools and weaponry. You could even say I’m the best arms dealer in the biz. Welcome to my shop.” Her eyes redirected towards Satoru who quickly hid his hand behind his back, having been caught meddling with some miniature voodoo dolls sitting on a revolving rack. She pointed a finger. “And I’ve known this loser since he was a senpai of mine back in Jujutsu High.”

“Your favorite senpai, might I add,” Satoru corrected cheekily, shooting her a wide, cheshire-cat grin before thinking over what she had said. “Hold on, since when am I a loser?”

Kumari rolled her dark green eyes at the jujutsu sorcerer, paying him no heed. Hannah seized the opportunity to reach out.

“It’s a pleasure,” she said, shaking the arm dealer’s outstretched hand.

“I concur,” Kumari replied with a smile.

Bummed that his former underclassman thought so lowly of him, Satoru spun around on his heels, doing a quick scan of the store. He seemed confused. “Oi, where’s that lovesick husband of yours, Kumari? I haven’t seen him since Gion.”

Kumari was back to furiously wiping the countertop with the dish towel, her smile morphing into a frown. “Ichiro is away on a mission.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yes,” Kumari huffed, less than happy with the outcome. She scrubbed harder. “Seriously.”

“But why? Wasn’t he assigned to Osaka just last week?”

“Yes, yes. Don’t remind me, Satoru,” the arms dealer fumed, raising her hand to silence him. “I’ve vented enough about it already.”

Satoru sulked. “Shit, and here I thought I was being overworked. The bastards.”

“He’s supposed to be home Thursday night, God willing.”

“What about the tiny squirt?” he asked. “How’s he doin’?”

“Oh, you know. Lively as any other toddler would be. Right now he’s upstairs, taking his afternoon nap.”

“I imagine he must keep you on your toes,” Hannah chimed, joining in the light banter.

“All the bloody time,” the Indian woman exclaimed. “Especially now that he can walk and talk, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Motherhood has been kind to me.” She placed the dish towel on her shoulder. “Though I understand you’re not here for a life update. Fork it over, pretty boy. Show me what you did.”

Sheepishly, Satoru took out a small cloth bag from his back pocket. He loosed the strings, and flipping the bag upside down, shook out its contents. Several broken shards of Stinging Nettle, the green silked tantō he had gifted Hannah, fell atop the glass countertop like coins, as did the wooden hilt, cracked right in the center. It was his fault. After excorcizing the curse from the opera and teaching Hannah how to use it, the cursed tool self combusted. He had been too rough.

The arms dealer pursed her lips.

“Chutiya,” she cursed in Hindi. “This is the fifth cursed weapon from my shop you’ve broken this year. These daggers don’t grow on bloody trees, you know?”

Satoru looked almost guilty. “Can it be fixed?”

“Of course it can be fixed!” Kumari shrilled, swatting him with her dish towel. “What kind of business do you think I’m running? A concession stand?” She whipped out a small microscope from her apron to inspect the fragmented surgical steel. “I’ll have to weld the pieces back together and recarve the hilt from scratch, then check its cursed energy output for holes. By my estimation, the repair should take no longer than three weeks.” She glowered at her former senpai suspiciously. “I expect to be well compensated for this, correct?”

Satoru nodded. “You name it, I’ll pay it.”

“Good. Anything else I can do for you?”

“Yeah. How much you want for that mean looking guy over there?”

Kumari craned her neck. He was pointing towards a wide-edged combat knife mounted on the wall below the katana. She mentally processed everything she knew about the blade. DNA results showed the black fur on its guard was actually the hide of an eastern lowland gorilla, a critically endangered species forested in the Democratic Republic of Congo. The two holes, or rings, punched in the 12 inch steel were meant to help distribute its weight when held. The hilt was wrapped in wildebeest leather. While imbued with cursed energy, the fighting knife was safe for non-sorcerers. It must’ve been very old, which in her profession upped the retail price. Excellent.

An imp-like smirk graced her features as she swiveled back to face the Six Eyes wielder. “Not sure,” she challenged. “How much do you think it’s worth?”

The game was on.

“Two million,” Satoru said.

She taped her chin. “Mmm, more like five million.”

“What?! There’s no way it costs that much.” He tried throwing a different number. “Three and a half.”

“Four million.”

“Okay then, three eight-hundred.”

“Sorry, Gojo. Four million is my final asking price. Take it or leave it.”

“Dammit,” Satoru swore under his breath with a wry smile, already pulling out his checkbook. “Chauhan, some days I swear you’re out to bleed me dry. You bargain worse than Mei Mei.”

“Mei-san doesn’t have a child to raise,” Kumari reasoned, gladly swiping the signed check of ¥4,000,000 off his hands. She walked around the counter and grabbed the knife from the wall, procuring a case for it. “Thanks for supporting local. Your patronage is greatly appreciated.”

Satoru wallowed in his defeat and lifted his newly made purchase from its case, flipping it side to side. “What’s the knife’s name?”

Kumari placed the check in the register, closing the cash box. “Slaughter Demon.”

Meanwhile, Hannah had her eye locked on a lone wooden shelf situated in the corner, filled with books next to rows of paper scrolls and blank spell-tags. Satoru had been watching. She refused leaving his side and he felt he knew why. His hand landed on her head. Hazel met turquoise as she peered up at him.

“Hey, you don’t need my permission, alright?” he told her. “If you want to look at the books, have at it. You're safe here.”

“Thank you,” she said quickly and darted for the book shelf, wasting no time finding one that caught her attention. Satoru chuckled warmly, observing her flip a few pages, close the book, then return it on the shelf before selecting a new one, fingers running along the paper bindings. Now that she was out of earshot, he felt free to speak.

“Is it ready?”

Kumari’s face suddenly blanched like she was about to be ill. “Yes, wait here.” She disappeared through a curtain behind the counter, soon returning with a mysterious lacquered box. She placed it cautiously in front of him. “Don’t ask how it went. Had to perform the ritual in the basement. I won’t sugarcoat it, Satoru, this one was worse than the first.”

Unafraid, Satoru cracked open the lid. Kumari shivered.

Inside was the lone Sukuna finger obtained from the New National Theatre back in July. Satoru had given the finger to Kumari to re-seal with wax. It had taken close to two months, but the cursed relic was officially under wraps. He picked up the hooked finger that upon closer inspection seemed to be the pinkie belonging to Sukuna’s left hand. He scowled at it. Hundreds dead because of this damn thing. Wordlessly, he transferred the sealed finger from the box into his front pocket. He would return it to Jujutsu High where it would be kept under lock and key.

They heard a small sneeze reminiscent of a child’s. The two sorcerers look to see Hannah coughing and batting away heavy clouds of dust. Somehow, her petite stature managed to free a book on the top shelf yet to be cleaned. She appeared fine, but Kumari's mind wandered to a different matter.

“How is she sleeping?”

Satoru frowned. “To be honest, not that great.”

Hannah’s sleep schedule had gone from bad to shit. The Sight gave her no reprieve. The only good part was when they’d separate for bed, and Satoru would feel a tug on his arm; Hannah pulling him inside her room because she didn’t want to be alone. The grief following Keiko’s execution last week had not lost its grip. She needed him, and Satoru liked being needed. He liked planting secret kisses on her head and holding her close when the nightmares came. His own Sleeping Beauty in his arms. He liked it.

“Have you discussed her visions?” Kumari said.

“We’re starting to,” he sighed. “I keep asking whether she’s noticed anything weird, a clue that another Sukuna finger will pop up. So far, there’s been no patterns. At least, that’s what she’s told me.”

“So she would know for sure if a new finger was set to emerge?”

“Mmhm.”

Kumari leaned atop the glass counter again, staring down at the collection of knickknacks and magical trinkets, resting a palm on her cheek. “The Sight; a rare, involuntary foresight that is initiated by the amount of cursed energy existing in the environment during sleep. What a strange ability.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Satoru huffed.

“I wouldn’t want that power,” Kumari admitted. “Not for all the tea in China, though I do wonder. Are there other abilities associated with it? Telepathy? Mind reading? Hypnosis?”

The Six Eyes wielder shook his head. “None that I’m aware of.” Although, there was a slight hesitation in his voice. Kumari sensed he wasn’t telling the full truth, but wouldn’t prod him. Her thoughts went back to Hannah.

“I can tell she’s a sweet girl,” she sympathized. “Perhaps even a little too sweet.”

“She’s tougher than she looks.”

“You sound smitten.”

She had meant it as a joke, but Satoru wasn't taking the bait and held his silence. Her green eyes widened a fraction.

“Oh-ho, I stand corrected,” she quipped. “More than smitten. Well, I'm happy to hear it. About time you settled down with someone and made a decent life for yourself. Should I prepare to be an Auntie anytime soon?”

Satoru smirked. “I wouldn’t bet on it,” he chuckled dryly. Kumari patted him on the back.

“Aw, no worries, dandelion head. You’ll be changing diapers soon enough, just you wait. Then the real fun begins.”

Satoru’s eyes commenced to watching Hannah parse through the books. She had abandoned the dusty novel on a nearby table, too short to put it back, and was reading a different one. “No offense, Kumari, but that’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

Kumari gave a long sigh, twirling her hand in the air. “Fine, fine, you’re right. But there isn’t much to her, Satoru. A wind gust could probably come in and blow her away.”

Satoru snorted. “Has anyone ever told you not to judge a person by appearances? I said she’s tougher than she lets on.”

“Toughness doesn’t count much these days. Strength perhaps, but not necessarily toughness.”

“She is strong.”

“Says you.”

She heard him give a loud exhale through his nose, a sign he wasn’t going to continue arguing.

“She has me, Kumari.” Kumari turned to the world’s strongest sorcerer as he said it, his eyes trained on his wife turning another page. She saw the conviction cut through those strikingly blue irises. “I’m all the strength she needs.”

Kumari stared at her former senpai, doubting for a second he was really the same person who once saran-wrapped school staircases and unscrewed teacher’s chairs as pranks, spurting practical jokes on the fly like he intended to make it a career. This Satoru was new to her. Not since Geto’s fall from grace had she seen her friend act so serious.

Has one girl truly changed you that much? the tradeswoman thought.

They saw Hannah walking towards the sales wrap, book in hand.

“Find something interesting?” Satoru said.

“I did, actually,” she gushed, laying a blue covered book along the countertop. Madame Camille’s Simple Guide to Enchanted Textiles. Kumari nodded in approval. A fine choice, and so she took the book and rang it up for them on the register. Satoru handed her the total in change, and once the purchase was finalized, the two Gojo’s bid goodbye to their weapon-enthusiast friend and sauntered out of the shop. Kumari saw Satoru's large hand covet his wife’s smaller one just as the door closed behind them, the besotted gleam in his eye. It was the same twitterpated look Ichiro reserved only for her, the look of a man hopelessly in love. She heard Hannah giggle at something silly he said.

Kumari hummed.

Therein lied her answer.

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purpleturtle9000 · 11 months

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*slips a note under your door before bursting through anyways*

Hi sorry I’ll fix that in a minute but please how did each future turtle carry little baby Casey around how did they interact with Infant did any of them ever have to defend teeny tiny Casey during an attack (either Krang or sibling who wanted the baby but they weren’t Done wait your TURN dealers choice)

I assume the turtles did their best to celebrate Casey’s birthdays whenever they could, but is the reverse also true? Did Casey ever try to do something birthday related for the turts during the apocalypse?

Okay that’s all I got for now love you thank you I hope you have a FANTASTIC day *rehangs your door and puts a little star sticker on it*

*the note from earlier is actually a sticker sheet full of baby turtles*

STICKERS

the future turtles an Casey are near and dear to my heart <3

Angelo never had any intention of being a dad because he was busy trying to keep his family together and relatively sane. Fatherhood did not seem like something he could juggle on top of that (and it was obvious from the beginning Leonardo would fight him to the death anyway).

He did like being an uncle! Or aunt, as the day went. And his mystic magic let him entertain Casey easily - Angelo could replicate fireflies and Casey was absolutely entranced with them ever since he was a baby. Angelo could also float Casey around, which neither of them ever got tired of even when Casey was a teenager. Casey was, however, mildly disappointed that he did not have his own magic powers.

When Cass died, it was Angelo who was the only one who knew how to help Casey process his grief. It wasn't the best circumstances for them to bond further, but Casey appreciated every single time that Angelo would get up early or stay up late for him. Losing Angelo broke his heart, poor kid </3

Distractions were a dime a dozen for Angelo, so Casey got handed off to a family member fairly often. But if Angelo wasn't the one initiating the handoff, anyone trying to steal little Casey, was going to end up tied in a corner with mystic chains. He's protective, what can I say?

That also made him a very good protector from the Krang! He was the best at long-range protection, because of his mystic chains, and Casey always thought it was super cool how Angelo could do that. Personality was another bonus - out of all the turtles, Angelo was best at making dangerous situations seem less scary.

Leonardo was a dad from day one. He did not intend to be. Their first meeting is a drabble here. Casey's cape is the sling that Leonardo used to carry baby Jr around in! And Leonardo outlined the red stripes on Casey's mask so Casey could colour them in.

Jr was constantly running away from school, babysitters, etc, so he could go find His Dad and see what he was up to. This caused quite a few problems as he was constantly scaring the shit out of whoever was supposed to be watching him. Eventually they just assigned babysitting duties to Leonardo to skip all the problems.

Leonardo did not mind this at all. Despite their rough beginning, he adjusted to fatherhood easily, and he and Jr are bonded in the same way as Leonardo and Tello. When he lost his arm, he got full-time babysitting duty during recovery, and it helped him settle a little. Plus he got to cuddle Casey the whole time.

Trying to get Casey away from Leonardo was a dangerous business. It involved biting and even some blunt force trauma. Out of the whole entire resistance, Cass and Tello were the only ones who could do it safely. They tried a schedule but Leonardo had no respect for it (Angelo's words) so they just waited until Leonardo fell asleep and sneaked him away.

Were it not for Casey's loyalty to his mom (and eventually his mom's memory), he would have wanted a sword just like his dad. Since he was often found near Leonardo, and Leonardo was one of the best fighters in the resistance, Casey saw a lot of swordfighting! And the occasional twin fight, gotta settle sibling squabbles somehow.

Red would let Casey climb all over her like a jungle gym. As a kid, he was just small enough to fit between the top of her shell and her shoulders, and he would nap there while she was sitting and doing something. Every so often she'd forget he was up there and stand up and then have to catch him. He always thought it was funny and she always found it vaguely nerve-wracking.

Getting Casey away from Red was, technically, the hardest. Casey would climb up to sit on her shoulders and nobody else would be able to reach him up there. He found this extremely funny, especially when it came to Cass who's five-foot-nothing.

I've mentioned this before somewhere, but Red always knew she was going to be the first one to die. She's the family's protector, and that's what happens to protectors. So she let Casey get away with murder and doted on him 24/7 because she wanted him to remember her as a fun aunt.

And he does! When he remembers his aunt, he remembers some of the most fun times of his life, and he remembers always being held and feeling safe. Red couldn't be more delighted. He also remembers being in absolute awe of how Red could punch anything, and hoping he'd grow up to be that tall too (he's getting there).

Tello was Casey's third favourite family member after his parents. They let him do Science Things, which varied from explaining how that cool bug hunted prey, to making a ten-foot-tall baking soda volcano. Tello was always ready to set things on fire or blow them up, which immediately endeared them to a rambunctious little kid who also liked setting things on fire and blowing them up.

Also, Tello lost their legs the year before Casey was born. So by the time Casey was old enough to be interested in cool-looking things, Tello's prosthetics had gone through enough refinements to look pretty damn cool. Casey loved asking questions and hearing about all the details, even if he didn't understand most at first.

His interest in tech began with Tello. When Casey was a baby, and it was time for Tello to babysit, they'd explain their current project to him (y'know, rubber duck debugging?) Casey picked up enough to become interested and Tello was delighted to have an apprentice. It wasn't long before they started teaching him officially. Eventually Jr even learned how to keep all the tech Tello gave him in good order!

Tello had one of those bubble backpacks that you see for cat sometimes, except it was reinforced to stand up to anything, and that was how they carried Casey around when he was a baby. After that, there were Iron Man-style rocket boots (until they ran out of fuel) and Casey had his own transpo drone that could pick him up (until it got smashed by a Krang).

They were also the best protector, because they would bite, kick, and claw at anything that came near their little Junebug. Usually this was some kind of Krang - they were not impressed with how it tasted when they bit down on a tentacle once - but occasionally it was blue thing wanting to cuddle The Boy before they were ready to let go of him.

YES there were apocalypse birthdays. Mikey always had stashes of art supplies on hand, so getting a birthday card from Casey was a staple of things when he was a kid. Angelo kept his in a hatch on his prosthetic shell, Tello kept theirs in their battle shell, and Leonardo kept his in his biggest belt pouch. Casey Cards were universally seen as Very Special.

As Casey got older, and was allowed to go on supply runs, he began bringing home birthday presents. Or the supplies to make birthday presents! He made Tello a weighted turtle plushie, for example, that Tello carried with them everywhere just like the cards. And Casey and Cass have matching letter necklaces.

#if you could see my laptop right now you would know how much i love stickers #wify meta #headcanon #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt

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🎮📚🎶💯🌈❤️💔💙🍔☕️🤔🧐🤓😓😞 for ALL CHARACTERS IN GIGACROSS (I’m kidding that would take a month, dealer’s choice of OC)

For this ask, I’ll be using Abel Kneller, a character from SHY.

Abel is a fifteen year old boy, the (adoptive) son of a powerful russian mafia family, who’s father decided he was done with crime, and moved the whole family out to a cabin in the woods.

Abel’s major character influences are The Son from Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number, The Beast from Over The Garden Wall, and Andrew W.K.

🎮— what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Given the setting and nature of SHY, he sort of has to be into video games. He also reads a fair amount, specifically horror of all kinds. However he does not enjoy horror movies and prefers action/thriller movies.

📚 — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Given that Abel is fifteen and lives in the woods, where he’s being homeschooled, there’s sorta your answer there.

🎶— what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Abel listens to mainly Rock and Grunge, but occasionally EDM as well. He owns an electric guitar but doesn’t know how to play.

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

A part of his influence from The Beast is that he has an amazing singing voice.

Abel’s love of horror and action is an expression of his cowardice, because of the numerous deeply-held phobias that he has. He should probably see a therapist, but again. Middle of the fucking woods.

A lot of Abel’s moveset is named after things from Hotline Miami or Andrew W.K.’s music.

🌈 — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

Abel is straight, demisexual, and uses he/him pronouns. Unfortunately, he is terrified of betrayal so he hasn’t built up enough of a connection with anyone to experience attraction.

❤️— what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Taking a pass on this, too difficult, sorry.

💔— what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Cowardly, Violent, and Gullible.

💙 — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

So many. Like actually it would be really hard to list them, so I’ll just go with two: Abel can override reality with itself by refusing to believe a particular reality warping ability happened, essentially causing it to not have happened. Wanna cast fireball on him? You can’t do that, he doesn’t believe in it.

Second, is that he has an invisible circle around him at a 25 foot radius, that when enemies step outside of it in combat, he can teleport in front of them.

🍔 — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

I don’t think Abel’s good at cooking but I don’t think he’s bad either. Like he could probably bake a potato. Which isn’t a high benchmark but. It’s a benchmark.

☕️ — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Knowing how jittery Abel is, he probably downs like 6 or 7 energy drinks a day. I’m not sure if he even tastes them.

🤔— what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

I’m not sure I need to answer this with all the other stuff I’ve got. He probably cracks his knuckles a lot though. That’s not that quirky.

🧐— is your oc more logical or emotional?

Oh emotional for sure. Mostly fear.

🤓 — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

Quiet. In social situations, he’s usually too shy to open up, and it takes a while. Given that he starts as an antagonist.

😓 — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

Stubborn as hell, not even a little curious.

😞— does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

Well, he’d LOVE to be left alone, but given that he’s a minor antagonist and in charge of a significant location in the plot, people won’t leave him the hell alone.

#Skaia Hates You #Soleia Hates You #My Writing #Ask Games #Backspin #OCs

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