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thefreelanceangel · 21 days

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Tagged: Character Details

Imayo Mikomori

BASICS:

Nicknames: N/A Age: She believes she's roughly twenty-five Nameday: 15th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon Race: Raen Au Ra Gender: Cis Female Orientation: Pansexual (in theory -- she's never had a partner) Profession: Tattoo artist (specializing in irezumi) - herbalist/alchemist - exorcist

PHYSICAL ASPECTS:

Hair: Inky black, with dark blue highlights Eyes: Crystalline white with black limbal rings, no discernable pupils Skin: Deathly, ghostly white with blue undertones, with a disproportionately large percentage of her body covered with reptilian dull black scales Tattoos/Scars: A thin, ragged line across her throat, now concealed by the scales which grew over her throat when an alchemical tonic caused a physical reaction. Notably, Imayo no longer has horns. The same tonic that caused excessive scale growth also caused her horn material to die and slough off. She now must rely on a linkpearl to hear most high-frequency sounds, and keeps a linkpearl embedded into a scale where her right horn used to be.

FAMILY:

Parents: Hisako Mikomori (M) [Deceased] / Tomoki Koizumi (F) [Deceased] Hisako Mikomori, the last living Mikomori of a declining samurai family, volunteered as a miko to serve at an isolated shrine in order to provide her ancestors with the proper homage. While serving, she was introduced to the Koizumi family who wished a 'ghost marriage' made to placate the restless spirit of their eldest son, Tomoki. Hisako agreed to perform the ceremony and was cast out of the shrine five months later when it became evident she was pregnant. No one believed her tale of Tomoki possessing a pilgrim to the shrine to have a proper wedding night and she was forced to live on the Koizumi family's sufferance. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: The Koizumi patriarch, Takamori, returned Imayo to the shrine her mother had served at and died shortly after Hisako Mikomori's suicide. In-Laws & Others: N/A As a "shadowborn" (the product of a ghost marriage) Imayo is considered bad luck [at best] and shunned by the majority of Kugane's populace. Only the desperate come to her small herbalist shop for aid during daylight hours. Her closest affiliates are criminals who come to her for irezumi tattoo work. They provide protection on a "tit for tat" basis, including guarding her shop when Imayo's called away by the priests of her mother's shrine to perform exorcisms.

SKILLS:

Abilities: As a 'shadowborn,' Imayo has a particularly strong affinity for the dead and serves as a reibai (medium) or exorcist when needed. She is able to see, hear, and speak to the dead. She is also capable of creating ofuda for protection, banishing spirits, and can sense yokai. Years of careful study have given her a wide range of knowledge about the spirit world she interacts with daily. She is also knowlegable about herbalism and alchemy, concocting tonics and potions to sell as they're requested. Hobbies: With … a lot of time on her hands, Imayo practices calligraphy, sewing, herbalism, the tea ceremony, Doman mahjong… She also reads excessively and studies cookbooks, curious about cuisines in other lands.

TRAITS:

Most Positive: Imayo is resilient. Despite her precarious start in life, her precarious position in society, and her lack of… basic human connections, she still finds beauty in the world and is determined to create a life for herself in which she can find a measure of contentment. Most Negative: Imayo expects to be rejected and will often read rejection where perhaps none was extended. She's reluctant to open up about her birth, her health, her life in general as she's received poor responses in the past and just… doesn't want to get her hopes up again.

LIKES:

Colors: Vibrant sunset colors are Imayo's favorites. Rich, warm colors seem so out of place in her life (she tends to wear black and grey as she feels that beautiful colors are wasted on her particular coloration) that she appreciates them whenever and wherever she encounters them. Smells: Pine (which she loves the scent of, but also can't smell without feeling a pang of sadness) and roses Textures: High quality silk, worn tatami mats, book pages, warm living skin beneath her hands when she's creating a tattoo Drinks: Green tea, hibiscus tea, sakura tea, sake, fresh well water

OTHER DETAILS:

Smokes: Never. Imayo's health is particularly fragile and she can't risk anything that might cause her chronic illness, such as smoke-damaged lungs. Drinks: Rarely. She will very occasionally have a small cup of sake. Drugs: Only medicinal herbs. Mount Issuance: Animals dislike Imayo's presence, becoming unruly and edgy when she's nearby, so she's never sought to purchase her own mount. If she needs to travel, she's made arrangements with a fellow merchant who has an elderly chocobo that is… as accustomed to her presence as an animal can be. Been Arrested: No.

Tagged By: @gatheredfates

Tagging: @luck-and-larceny; @dumb-hat; @otherworldseekers; @chainsofaether; @sealrock; @ungrateful-cyborg; @iron-sparrow; @ahollowgrave; @shroudkeeper; @pettyeti and I think Sea and I will overlap if I'm not careful, so if you see it, YOU'RE TAGGED.

#Tagged #Imayo Mikomori #FFXIV

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bastardwerewolf · 1 year

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I think you know where this is going…

Kirby O’Neil the Sewing-Life Alchemist. His daughter April O’Neil, and their dog Krang.

#my art #tmnt 2012 #2012 april #raph 2012 #2012 donnie #hehehehe #I take tmnt canon #and I throw it so far out the window for my aus

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mermaidchan05 · 4 months

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Vesuvia Weekly: LI and Apprentice Dynamics

Finally getting to join the party started by @vesuviaweekly!

(fair warning I love writing about this kind of stuff so there are a looot of words here lol)

Meleia & Asra

(sketch by the amazing @missrabbitart it's wonderful I love it so much)

Truly two halves of a greater whole.

Soft soft soft soft soft

They're both each other's first love, which is really cute.

(And both of them were super awkward about it at first because neither of them knew how to actually Talk to people)

Meleia loves Asra's wanderlust. Life is never boring with him.

Asra adores the way Meleia throws her all into whatever she cares about, be it as mundane as a sewing project or as huge as protecting the people she loves from the likes of Lucio or the Devil.

And on the subject of sewing... they're both crafty people!

Meleia makes her own clothes and Asra knits, so the two of them combined are a force to be reckoned with.

Meleia has a lot of self-confidence issues for a lot of reasons. Asra's always been there to help her through her rough spots.

Neither of them have a good sense of direction, so Faust and Forge (Meleia's familiar, a fennec fox) always end up doing most of the navigating when they travel.

They love reading together, making things together, exploring together, dancing together... they'd basically do anything and everything together.

(Except cleaning. Asra leaves stuff everywhere, and Meleia likes to keep the shop neat. It's about the only thing they have teasing arguments about.)

To Meleia, Asra is home. She can truly be her awkward and shy and geeky self around him, and she appreciates that more than she can ever say.

To Asra, Meleia is a beacon of light and joy. She cares so deeply about things and people, including the little kid who grew up alone on the docks.

Songs that remind me of Them: "A Whole New World" from Aladdin, "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown, "Curses" by the Crane Wives.

My other apprentices are under the cut!

Damian & Julian

In a nutshell, they are that one scene from Coco.

(Drawing by me, it's a redraw of the final panel of this old thing)

In all honesty, though, they tease each other but they are very much in love.

They're both intelligent and leaders in their fields of study.

Damian's an alchemist, Julian's a doctor... their styles have more in common than Julian ever thought at first.

They can and will be found having intense discussions about various practices in both medicine and alchemy using highly technical terms that no one else in the room understands.

They were a dream team when working to find a cure for the plague. Except for the arguments where Damian insisted that the plague itself must have been magical in nature and Julian was firmly convinced it was nothing more than a disease.

Damian's stubborn, and never afraid to show his anger or annoyance, but Julian always has a way of making things up to him. And they never stay upset or mad at each other for long.

Both of them are musically inclined, Julian with his vielle and Damian with his guitar. So whenever emotions are too strong for words, they connect through playing together.

Julian is all for the drama, while Damian's humor is more dry and witty.

Julian is the only person who can get Damian to dance on a table.

Songs that remind me of them: "I See the Light" from Tangled, "Inferno" from Promare.

Chimalus, Nadia, and Portia

Chimalus and Nadia art by the fabulous @ace--of--swords!

I've talked about Chimalus' dynamics with Nadia and Portia before, but I wanted to go into more detail about the polycule here :)

Dream Team 2 Electric Boogaloo

Chimalus and Portia are both always at the ready to help Nadia with whatever plan she has, be it city reservations, the next Masquerade, or just a picnic out in the garden.

Chimalus is the Heart of the trio, with their pure loyalty, good judgement, and a particularly kind heart.

Both Nadia and Portia admire Chimalus' quiet strength and clever mind. No matter how tough the problem, Chimalus finds a way to keep a relatively cool head and work their way through it.

Whenever Chimalus' lingering trauma pops up from their dark past, Nadia and Portia are always right there to help them through it.

Portia loves "dragging" Nadia and Chimalus off on adventures. Not that Chimalus or Nadia complain.

Book buddies!

The three of them basically have their own book club. They always meet up as soon as they're done reading the current book and chat about it over snacks (and usually tea and/or wine).

They all bond over animals, too! Between the palace horses, Chandra, Pepi, and Chimalus' familiar Skye the bluebird, they have quite a few critter friends to fawn over together.

Songs that remind me of them: "More With You" by MALINDA, "Running With the Wolves" from Wolfwalkers, "To the Ends of the Earth" by Natewantstobattle.

#vesuvia weekly #mc/li dynamics #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana fan apprentice #apprentice meleia #apprentice damian #apprentice chimalus #oc info dump

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circusclownproductions · 4 months

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🖤hi🖤

🍊🖤ophelia, 19, she/her🖤🍊

🕊️🇵🇸PALESTINE AP GRATIS🇵🇸🕊️

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

special interest :D -

mycology, please talk to me about it I love it so much

likes:

music-

will wood(and the tapeworms)

lemon demon

tally hall

miracle musical

siouxie and the banshees

against me!

icp

bad religion

the cramps

system of a down

the smiths

tv girl

rage against the machine

cage the elephant

idkhbtfm

mitski

depeche mode

korn

cafe tacvba

slipknot

dream nails

the front bottoms

thursday

movies/shows-

murder on the orient express

death on the nile

a haunting in venice

into and across the spiderverse

dhmis

big top burger

top gun 1+2

christine

coraline

all studio ghibli movies

bee and puppycat

hilda

atla

lisa frankenstein

phineas and ferb

but im a cheerleader

books-

the metamorphosis

the trial

letters to milena

lanny

grief is the thing with feathers

house of leaves

the yellow wallpaper

the stranger

the diaries of franz kafka

games-

stardew valley

portal 1+2

minecraft

good pizza great pizza

potion craft alchemist

tukoni

animal crossing

harvest moon

fallout(almost all games)

rdr2

batim

bg3

hobbies-

drawing

crocheting

sculpting

linocut printmaking

jewelry making

collecting things(bottles, rocks, beetle/cicada related items, mushroom related items, shells, soda tabs, bread tabs, clown things, fruit stickers, playing cards, buttons, antique spoons, etc.)

animation

tattooing

book binding

sewing

quilting

zine making

graffiti

baking/cooking

embroidery

gardening

bird watching

foraging

basket weaving

paper making

whittling

misc-

my friends

poetry

psychological horror

nature

bugs

animals

clowns

mardi gras

strawberry shortcake

snoopy

miffy

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

tagging system-

🍱- original posts

🎠- reblogs

🍂- art

🪐-music

📜- literature

☕️- things I wanna buy

💌- positive anecdotes about my life

☁️- vents

🪽- asks

🍊- positive posts

🍜- my recipes

🃏- tag games

🪶- queued or scheduled posts

🎟️ - word of the day

🍄‍🟫 - mycology

🖤🖤🖤- saves n favs

‼️‼️‼️- important stuff

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

I love you all make sure to eat and drink water today <3

everything is ok to rb unless explicitly stated otherwise !

#pinned post #🍱#Spotify

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yarpharp · 6 months

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Okay but amidst all the insane thirsting for Astarion, I am that one demisexual who just can't help but wonder: if you actually got to the choice where you and him just TALK all night instead of fuck, and you ACTUALLY got to talk your way through a dialogue tree instead of an immediate fade-to-black, what the hell would you two talk about?

I'm not saying that Astarion isn't a conversationalist. He had to make himself extremely good at inane small talk and faking interest when he lured people back to Cazador, of course he's good at making conversation. Even when you talk to him outside of the romance chatter, he's undeniably suave for all that a lot of his lines feel heavily rehearsed or carefully curated.

But if you put him in a situation where he actually had to engage personally in a discussion, what would he offer? He's spent 200 years under the control of an absolute motherfucker who repeatedly tortured him. When did he have a chance to indulge in anything but what he was told to be? Did he manage, with his roguish skills, to steal books and things? Did he hide and hoard a very beaten but precious collection of nonsense tomes under the floorboards of a room, or in an overlooked nook somewhere? Did he have a brief stint where, amidst his time hunting for the next mark to bring to Cazador, he chatted up some amiable merchant guild people? How good was he at toeing the line in such a way he could have the smallest inkling of a social life?

It's questions like these that end up leaving me to think of wild possibilities. Yeah, maybe he did have a weird collection of books. He might know how to sew very elaborate embroidery patterns from some book he stole from some merchant daughter's bookshelf. He might be shockingly knowledgeable about a stupidly specific type of regulatory city laws that've been outdated for eighty years because he once seduced a would-be prosecutor for the courts of Baldur's Gate. Perhaps he did casually chat with some fellows from the Alchemist's Guild because they were happy to tell him about their crazy experiments while never remembering his face as a result of running on barely five hours of sleep. Thus, he knows a LOT about experimental poisons or how to turn healing potions into bombs using only one obscure ingredient that anyone can grow in their city garden. Maybe he did have a few acquaintances he was fond of but never actually let himself care about too much out of fear, and when he found out they had died of old age while he kept living in a fucking nightmare he still gets choked up about it (but he does a terrifyingly good job of hiding just how bothered and upset he is about it, because surviving Cazador meant being very good at faking irreverence in the face of what he was actually feeling).

Or maybe none of that happens. Maybe he's still too disbelieving and mistrustful of your honest interest to only chat and not immediately engage in sex. He'll instead just let you talk, and make a few comments. He'd rather watch you and listen to you than be any more vulnerable than he already feels. Such is his way, in the name of keeping himself safe.

... Yeah. This shit fucks me up.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #random thoughts #headcanons #i guess?#more like I just wonder what could have been #astarion buddy i just wanna talk #we can exist like sworn virgins and never touch #it's absolutely fine #rambling

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the-starry-lycan · 2 months

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Sea of Stars Headcanons 01

Whoo! As I play this game, I adore each of the characters, but I feel that some of them are a little bit of blank slates. As such.. there's much room for headcanons! I'll be making some for a bunch of SoS characters, and to kick off the list with my very first hcs, I'll be doing some for Zale! Our favourite sunboy and solar blade dancer!

Out of the main trio, Zale is the shortest of the three. He may not be the tallest, but he's got muscle! He's still pretty damn strong. Valere and Garl do still tease him for being little, though.

He likes (surprise!) sunny weather the best, and has a great tolerance for heat. Doesn't really care what the temperature's like, as long as the sun's out, so he doesn't mind being out in the snow.

In the snow, he's the type to go for the elaborate snowball fights with snow forts and such.. he also liked Glacial Peak, enjoying how the ice was fun to slide about on.

When it comes to food, Zale likes strong, spicy-tasting foods, much to the dismay of Valere and the others. When Garl was unable to make food for the party and it was Zale's turn to cook, his food would generally turn out to be a near-inedible concoction of spices and powerful flavours.

He used to balk at being made to sew for hours in his Zenith days, much to Moraine's chagrin, and would run off to attempt some mischief or the other.

His high energy levels mean he's proooobably bad at meditating hehe, as he cannot sit still for the life of him a lot of the time.

He probably also had a messy side of the room when he was in Zenith, and Valere would help him organize it.

Zale was closer with Brugaves than Erlina as a child, since he and Brugaves shared an easygoing attitude.

Oh, definitely a dog person, though he likes animals of all sorts.

Out of all the party members, he gets along best with Garl and B'st, and doesn't get along all too well with Resh'an and Serai at times.

He's also very good at fishing, and ends up catching the good stuff for Garl to cook.

When Zale is sick or hurting, he craves affection and comfort quite openly. He'll cuddle up to Garl and/or Valere, maybe even Seraï, if the assassin allows (or is roped in to watch him).. Resh'an not so much as the Alchemist doesn't like it, but B'st is good with it.

Speaking of affection.. this boy is very physically affectionate. He likes to hug, hold, and keep close physical proximity to those he likes. Oftentimes, he'll idly play with Garl or Valere's hands or hair, or lean on them casually (or just touching shoulders, no weight on them).

He enjoys boisterous play, sparring matches, and roughousing, oftentimes the victim of these being B'st or Valere. The former will gladly indulge, while the latter is sort of neutral to it depending on her mood.

He also bothers Resh'an like this, and the Immortal Alchemist does NOT enjoy it.. partly why Zale likes to annoy him sometimes hehe.

Zale is a morning lark, and does not do well with staying up late in the night.. he gets sleepy fast, and likes to go to bed decently early and get his sleep.

His push-ups idle animation has him looking mighty pissed lol, I imagine he does them (and other exercises/training) for hours on end when he's feeling angry.. a good way to release emotion in any case.

He'll also be visibly grumpy, though his grudges never last long unless they've deeply hurt him (cough cough erlina brugaves)

#sea of stars #sabotage studios #saboverse #headcanons #zale #omg sunboy headcanons #I feel the solstice duo were pretty vague with personality #so lots of room for these haha

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blorbologist · 7 months

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Truth is...

T / Spoilers for FMA:B + Cr1 up to episode 72 / 2.7k / Canon-typical violence, Ripley being a bitch

Colonel Vex'ahlia Vessar, the Sewing Life Alchemist, is intended to fill the role of fifth sacrifice. Her cooperation is required, and will be ensured by any means necessary. Fullmetal Alchemist AU.

Featuring incredible art by @aq2003!!! Look at how snazzy they look in this AU! Before I fuck them up.

For @percahliaweek Day 6: Yours / Later

Like eyelids snapping shut, the portal closes with a schick. It’s just the Colonel, her King and Knight left on the board. Given the smile on display, and the swords and arms caging them in, this feels like checkmate. Trinket growls, shrinking back from the blades.

“Oh, don’t worry,” says the doctor, calmly scratching out an array on the floor. She had not even glanced up as the pupil swallowed the young alchemist whole. The grasping hands, the light, the peeling - “They all scream when pulled through the gate - that’s normal. As a sacrifice, I’m sure he will be treated delicately where he’s going.”

Percival is too well-bred to bare his teeth - but his jaw twitches at scream. Scream, he’d never admitted to Vex’ahlia. Screamed, she knows he’d screamed, based on the sutures and branding and scalpel-clean lines she’d seen.

To the Colonel she is only the one-handed woman, chalk in place of one mechanical finger. Perhaps her Lieutenant had told her the name, once, twice - but the blood roaring in her veins drowns it out.

Of course he offers it, then, in lockstep with her thoughts: “Anna,” says Percival, carefully detached. He throws his voice clear of the sword at his throat. “Your issue is with me, not the Colonel. I’ve deciphered my family’s notes -” Vex'ahlia’s heart stops for a terrible second, redoubles its effort at the gleam of interest in cold eyes “- and will tell you everything I know.”

Anna - Ripley, that’s what it was - finishes off the alchemical array with a pale, surgical line (exactly like Percival’s scars).

There’s a moment where she rolls the thought around in her head. Not chewing it as Percival might - prodding it with a scalpel, making it jump. The next, Vex’ahlia sees her dismiss it, file it away for later.

“Adorable, Lieutenant de Rolo. Perhaps later, if the Colonel cooperates.”

[Keep reading on AO3!]

#critical role #cr fanfic #campaign 1 #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #perc'ahlia #percahlia #percahliaweek #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #anna ripley #also ft. offhand mention of Wrath!Sylas and Envy!Delilah and can i say. hot.#but Vex and Percy in the military garb. with Vex's alchemy and Percy's guns. Also Very Hot #cr1 spoilers

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beesbeesdragons · 4 months

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Relationship: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang

Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang

Additional Tags: Character Study, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sewing, Seamstress Riza Hawkeye, theres not enough tags about riza so, Married Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, fashion - Freeform, Guilt, a fuck ton of guilt, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, for the tattoo situation, Riza has a family! and they're nice!

Summary:

Riza Hawkeye learned to sew from her mother, when she was a child. She would carry that skill into her adulthood.

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In another world, where things are slightly to the left, Riza has little reason to join the military, and instead becomes a seamstress. Somehow, she still makes a place for Roy Mustang in her life.

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HELLO EVERYONE! This is my entry for the FMA Secret Santa 2023, for the lovely @tsaritsa! it's a character study/au where Riza becomes a seamstress instead of joining the military and what happens from there! I hope you all like it :D

#fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fanfic #fma #fma fanfiction #riza hawkeye #au #royai

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catschimericalcreations · 2 months

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Delicious in Dungeon Ultimate Strongest Monster Laios Chimera Plush Toy by Cat's Chimerical Creations

Absolutely obsessed with Laios's fantasy strongest monster from the Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon anime.

I'm an idiot who can't tell left from right so I messed up the front legs.

I also didn't have any bat wings or a big enough bird wing, so I used an ostrich tail and a rooster tail instead.

None of my snake beanies were the right size for the tail so I made one with a cat tail, a couple of off-cuts and two tiny buttons.

This little guy took seventeen different plush toys to put together. Aside from the faces, all the parts came from my scrapbag.

Like what I do? Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/catschimericalcreations

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gwenthebard · 5 months

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TELL! US! ABOUT! YOUR! OCS!

OH SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED

OKAY THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ASS POST, LETS TALK ABOUT MY TWO MAIN OC CATEGORIES

Pathfinder OCs and Fallout OCs. My Pathfinder OCs are primarily based around the Montague family of Ustalav, my Fallout OCs are primarily based around game MCs plus one TTRPG oc

Honestly I've written fan fiction about all of them, but I'm absolutely too terrified to share that

Buckle up y'all

MONTAGUE FAMILY

The Montague family are Ustalav nobility, all disappointments to each other and all fucked up in their own and unique ways. I sort of have art for them, but it's just Hero Forge screenshots from them being largely game characters.

In alphabetical order:

Alaela Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 123

Height: 5’4 (163 cm)

Ancestry: Elf

Class: Cleric

Likes: Her kids, Bad Boys, Adventure, Sex, BDSM

Dislikes: Settling Down, Purity Culture, Losing

Fun Facts:

Parents are wealthy merchants in Absalam, but extremely disappointed in their daughter’s life choices and don’t talk to her much.

The collar is not part of her uniform

Alaela's a bad ass Cleric of Calistria who fell in love with her husband after she tried to kill him on a dare and he found it really funny. They got married, but after having the triplets she realized she was missing a life of adventure. She waited until they were 12, said "I'm sure they won't get mommy issues if I leave now" and left.

She still regularly writes her kids letters, somehow knowing where they are even when theyre adventuring. Every year she hosts a family dinner where everyone's invited, but attendance is inconsistent.

Bella Montague

Pronouns: She/They

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Cleric

Likes: Helping people out, Howl, meeting new people, Unions

Dislikes: Vegetables, Alcohol, Capitalism

Fun Facts:

Is in horrible need of wearing her glasses, but thinks they make her look like a nerd.

Became a cleric to try and see her mom more (it didn’t work)

Bella's the middle child of the Montague triplets, and was actually the first of them I built. She's very much a jock, terribly built, and is a charismatic herbo who gets by on the fact no one asks her anything too complicated.

She can't hit anything, will eat or drink anything you hand her, and has built a slow resistance to poison from Howl testing his poisons on her since they were kids. They will do literally anything an older woman tells her to, and has accidentally unionized war camps.

Delilah Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Witch

Likes: Death, Necromancy, The Eyes That Watch, Salem, Sally

Dislikes: Food, Baths, Bella

Fun Facts:

Uses Embalming fluid as her perfume

Sally is the only one allowed to fix her hair or pick her outfits

I'm actually playing Delilah in an Alkenstar game, and she's probably my favorite. Having suffered from sleep paralysis since she was a kid, on the first birthday after her mom left the creature in the shadows, the Eyes That Watch, sent her a cat as a birthday present. Salem's a talking cat who ambiguously hints he was once human, and is a himbo

She takes terrible care of herself, having not taken a bath or brushed her hair in decades now. Her outfit was white when and blue when she was given it, and she's never purposefully dyed it. Delilah often has to be forced to eat by Salem, though at the same time he eats most of her rations for her.

Howl Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 68

Height: 6’6 (198 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Alchemist

Likes: Fashion, Sewing, Fiber Arts, Bella

Dislikes: Blood, messes, insects

Fun Facts:

Made the main outfits all of the triplets normal wear (armor withstanding)

Bella is the only one who gets to hear about how his experiments are going (she's the test subject)

Howl is the oldest Montague child, and is proud of having the best fashion sense. He wakes up every morning and decides he's the most impressive person in the country. Having trained to be an alchemist since a young kid, he specializes in mutagens and poisons.

Howl is a disaster pansexual and has a habit of falling fast and falling hard for every man and woman he meets. Absolutely has never gotten a date and never will, because he has negative game. Sally tried setting him up once on a blind date and he panicked and poisoned himself to have an excuse to leave early.

Kolro Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: 7’5 (226 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Fighter

Likes: Bloodshed and massacre, subjugating the masses, torture, his wife

Dislikes: His kids, his life choices

Fun Facts:

Spends an hour every morning styling his hair and beard

Makes sure to schedule a collective twenty four hours of bonding time with each of his kids each year to seem like he cares

Kolro's family had ruled their territory in Ustalav for some time before he became a vampire. Killing his own father, he took up the titles and has ruled the territory with an iron fist ever since, his cruel exterior only pierced by Alaela.

Kolro has no idea how to raise kids, and literally thinks his kids aren't properly adults until they try to kill him and steal his titles and lands. None of them have tried to do so, and none hold a demeanor close to his, leading to constant disappointment. He's not sure how to interact with his kids in a way that's not encouraging murder or discussing the philosophy of war.

Salem Catenhagen

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: Cat

Ancestry: Cat

Class: Cat

Likes: String, fish, catnip, women, flare for the dramatic, evil schemes

Dislikes: Water, long walks on the beach, The Eyes That Watch

Fun Facts:

Used to be human before betraying The Eyes That Watch

Considers himself the dad who stepped up to Delilah.

Literally just gonna leave this here, what else needs to be said.

Sally Montague

Pronouns:

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Druid

Likes: Her kids, Delilah, her husbands, nature, animals, flowers, trees, birds, bugs, green, brown, purple, pink, red, white, black (list continues indefinitely)

Dislikes: Fighting, anger, bad vibes

Fun Fact:

Stole her pearl necklace from her dad’s private vault as a memory of home

Is wanted in every country for violent acts of ecoterrorism she refers to as her “fixing the vibes in the room”.

Youngest of the Montague triplets, Sally has always been the silliest of the family. Loving peace, happiness, beauty, she was always considered to be a rebel in her family, something she thought stressful. When she fell in love with a halfling bard at nineteen she panicked at how her family would react and did the logical thing:

She robbed her grandmother's grave and placed the body in her bed, burned down her tower, stole the Montague family pearls, and faked her death for five years while she eloped and had a kid. By the time she returned, everyone was so happy about her being alive they didn't care about her taste in men. She primarily lives in a halfling commune with her three husbands and scores of kids and grandkids, but occasionally goes on trips to perform ecoterrorism.

FALLOUT OCS

These have a lot less information, mostly because most of them are my character headcanons and the one TTRPG one I've never gotten a chance to play in a game so it's just for my custom setting

I have a picture of my Sole Survivor OC, literally shitty "took picture of screen" because was playing her recently, but not even Hero Forge art for others so keep that in mine

Nancy Alberts

Origin: Lone Wanderer

Pronouns: She/Her

Nancy's genuinely hopeful and happy, but also very shy and uncertain about herself. Growing up in the vault she was the type to try and making people like her by being funny, but none of her jokes work in the wasteland so she's just nervous.

Ends up becoming really skilled at using automatic rifles and the like. She wears the power armor she's given while out on quests, but otherwise feels a lot of comfort in wearing her old vault suit while around the house.

She started getting a crush on Butch before she left the vault that she fucking hated and suppressed. They became a relationship of "well we know each other and not many other people" after he left the vault himself, and kinda on again off again until they actually started dating after the game.

Mouse

Origin: The Courier

Pronouns: She/Her

Mouse lost big sections of her memory after getting shot in the head, remembering some vague details but forgetting a lot. Not remembering her actual name, she just remembers people liked to call her Mouse, and she was from farther out west. Wandering back out into the wastes she found herself.

She ends up becoming classic cowboy, using revolvers mostly with occasional non-scoped rifles, wears leathers and coats. She acts cheerful and happy, though is constantly on the verge of an identity crisis and crying regularly as she tries to figure out who she is. Tries staying alone at first, despite meeting few people, but does bring Boone along after helping him out.

Sees Boone as similar sad person for her to relate to, especially since it helps neither talks about their past immediately. Starts to enjoy his company and adds his gifted beret to her normal wardrobe. Starts to get a crush on Boone, but pretty much immediately knows he's never returning that.

Sleeps with Benny planning to kill him and thinking it's the best way to show Boone "not interested", but they end up talking about their feelings and regrets and she forgets to and falls asleep. Wakes up pissed off and tracks him down, ends up letting him go, and gets pissed at herself again and shoots Caesar for the hell of it before leaving. This all makes her realize how desperate she is for someone to talk to, and makes the crush on Boone worse.

Honest Hearts and Lonesome Road happens and she realizes it's not just Boone, she just has the worst taste in men and is touch starved.

She does the Yes Man ending, and tries and help people around her get better as she realizes she's a complete mess. Tries turning herself into a martyr, but friends keep pulling a "I will drag you into loving yourself" point

Julie "Snipes"

Pronouns: She/Her

Origin: Sole Survivor

Julie grew up in the country and was used to needing to hunt and the like, with her dad being a major doomsday prepper. Gladly settled down and became a suburban housewife after growing up with that, trying to put that behind her. After waking up from being frozen she fell back on a lot of that, while spiraling mentally.

Julie believes completely in customization and sufficiency, though how far she takes it can be concerning. She primarily dresses as above and uses a sniper rifle and pipe pistol for close range. She stopped using her husband's name early on, though didn't feel comfortable taking her maiden name. In the end she ended up getting the nickname Snipes for her preferred method of combat.

She alternates rather regularly between being nice and supportive and wanting to go into the Wasteland and fight everything she sees. Generally tries to help others, but at the same time just feels really lost and unsure of how to act in this new world so she falls back on letting others do most of the charity work.

On top of building settlements and falling back on knowledge she has from her past she customizes everything. Her weapons, her armor, even herself in what ways she can. Julie got really into chems after the apocalypse, often making her own and using them during fights.

Doesn't really get over the death of her husband for a long while, not even removing her wedding ring the whole time or living his behind. Becomes really good friends with Hancock and has brief flings with Piper and Macready, but isn't ready for a full relationship. Does Minuteman ending, after the game she ends up retiring to Diamond City with her robot kid to try focusing on herself again.

Morgause

Pronouns: She/Her

Origins: Fallout 2d20 (Custom Richmond Setting)

Morgause is a member of "The Kingdom", a group of ren faire descendents who formed a pseudo-medieval civilization. A member of the noble class, Morgause left it behind to seek a life of her own. Now she wanders the wasteland trying to help smaller civilizations, while escaping bounty hunters her family sends trying to bring her back.

Morgause still dresses in the pseudo-medieval fashion of The Kingdom, wearing long dresses and veils even to fights. Primarily using rifles, she likes to keeps her distance if a fight happens and use her charisma first when possible. Her dialogue's still peppered with the dialect of The Kingdom, though she's been trying to hide it as it's a subject of ridicule the farther out one gets from their territories.

Morgause travels alone mostly, though has recently started taking up group jobs in an attempt to socialize. Not really sure how to act outside the specific context of a noble of a single culture though it's been slow and with plenty of blunders. Her one and only attempt to have asked someone on a date having resulted in laughter

#ask Gwen #my ocs #pathfinder #fallout #thank you so much for asking about this I have been wanting to give people this rant for months now

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wispstalk · 9 months

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Tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @nuwanders for this tag game to share lines from my fics, which are under the cut.

Rules are to post examples of your writing for the orange lines. (you don't have to make them orange I just did for ease of reading)

Tagging back: @ehlnofay @da3drat @druidx @jiubilant @thealterscrolls @profanetools @larkscribbles @everybodyknows-everybodydies @ervona no obligation, some may have already seen/done this, and anyone I forgot to tag who wants to join in please @ me

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“I doubt Baurus will be laughing,” [Jauffre] says wryly. “But I will,” [Coradri] trills, and sets the helmet aside.

From this one shot. It's mildly funny in context but when I read this out loud to my bf, I did a sing-song voice for Coradris line and cracked myself up so bad I could barely get through the sentence 🫣

A line from your fic that makes you sad

The water is leaking from his face again. He never knows when this is going to start up, and he doesn't know how to make it stop.

From The Nature of Fire

A line from your fic you’re proud of

An echo of warmth still lives in his hand where they had touched, where they exchanged glimpses of some fundamental inner part of the other. What had the priest sensed? He can hardly guess, but he knows what he saw. That soft-spoken, soft-hearted, soft-handed priest has a will like the ocean in a storm.

From Idle in their Thrones

A line from your fic you think could have been better

A small task. Sewing is easy for him. The rest — trying to dredge up some understanding of the mess he's gotten himself into — will take a little more effort.

From IITT, during the confrontation at the mythic dawn cave. Got the idea across but there's pieces missing... that whole chapter came out a little hamfisted.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“The Chalice of Reversal,” [Thadon] wails, and clutches at Tanis’s sleeve. “You must retrieve it, champion, or else..."

From TNOF. Fuck Syl for stealing it but man like YOU gave out these drugs it's on you to keep ye olde magickal naloxone on hand

A line from your fic that makes you go ‘aww’

[Rona] lays a gentling hand on [Little Makob's] arm. “Mind your volume, tadpole. Come, why don’t you fetch me my crutch and we can go sit by the fire and talk?”

A line from your fic that’s full of symbolism

From this one-shot. Something something people who are patient and gentle with upset children

When the Black Hound is off the leash, his people used to say, pick a god and start praying.

In TNOF but first referenced in IITT. The reader only sees Tanis past his "prime" mercenary days, so it's meant to take on a little different timbre when it comes up in the stories. And blah blah blah the themes the themes

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

But Irathi put them up at a nice inn, and they spent their evenings drinking with a crazy old alchemist who lived in the basement.

From IITT. Sinderion :)

A line from your fic that’s shocking

The hot smell of offal presses the back of his throat like a blunt, insistent finger.

From TNOF. Discovered recently I like writing stuff that is gross and I grossed myself out with this one.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

“My little beasts of inspiration,” Tall-Trees-Falling explains drily, as she affixes a spiral shell to one of them, forming a claw. “Perhaps one will strike you.”

Tall-Trees-Falling is a one-note character in the Shivering Isles DLC who mostly stands around lamenting that she sucks at writing. Relatable, but I thought of all the time I spent unable to write or draw....i wasn't just, like, doing nothing. So I made her a sculptor.

But it's a funny thing where if you're not doing The Creative Act that you have tied to your identity, it can sometimes feel like it doesn't count. She's like "oh I build life-size fantastical creatures out of trash and shit I find on the beach but it's whatever." I'm a little like this with my hobbies. I spent years learning different fiber arts and gardening techniques and fucking CARPENTRY but it only recently occurred to me that I was referring to that period as some kind of creative dead zone because I wasn't drawing. Anyway her gag is that she is making immobile sculptures so they can't strike, but she keeps at it anyway.

#my laptop charger died and I did this on mobile please clap #tag games

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tartagilicious · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 / PART ONE (albedo)

a drabble series that explores what would happen if you were to reunite with them after a long time apart ♡ will come out in parts :D aka an excuse for me to be a cheesy mf for six drabbles in a row

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: albedo, scaramouche, xiao, dottore, and thoma

-> you've become acquainted with many people over the course of your unnaturally long life, but amongst your favourite of companions was the revered khaenrian alchemist, rhinedottir. both a dear friend and partner, you were at her side voluntarily throughout the destruction of khaenri'ah, and remained there even as her ingenious creations bled into the rest of teyvat.

-> in the ranks of the monsters she created, however, lied something far more special -- what she had dubbed her primordial human project finally yielded a human man, made of chalk not unlike the snow on the mountain she resided.

-> perfectly coherent and sharing the same genius as his master, he assimilated into life quickly, gaining the name albedo. and though you saw him grow alongside your friend, witnessed the spark of curiosity light in his eyes, and taught him what it meant to be entirely human, your time together was ultimately short-lived.

-> rhinedottir was a person in her own right, and had callings elsewhere. callings that bid her away from her experiments, albeit slightly unwillingly. yet still, she had grown confident in her creation. in albedo, she saw someone fit to sew the seeds of a new world, and left him to pick up what she had left in the snowy mountaintops of dragonspine.

-> and though it hurt you more to leave him, you were no different. life bid you elsewhere. and for centuries, it's where you remained. out of reach, and hopefully, out of mind -- though, truthfully, the man you'd known was never completely free from your thoughts.

-> for a time, you thought albedo would hate to see you return. you'd left him so easily, and so who are you to return expecting the same demeanour? you deign over it for many months before deciding that you've had enough. your centuries apart may never be forgotten, but you hope that at the very least, albedo will not turn you away.

you'd once learned from morax that the earth is always changing. the archon himself had planted spears of rock in the earth, after all, jutting up to form islands and change the landscape forevermore. however, when you step back into the snowy mountains of dragonspine, you begin to doubt the philosophy.

footpaths have since been carved out, and a multitude of camps have been situated along the tricky terrain. but the jagged peaks of rock are the same as you remember. even after centuries, the mountain has remained the same; it has merely grown.

tugging a set of furs closer to your shivering body, you let out a foggy breath. frost nips at your face even through the carefully woven mask that shields it. fortunately, you had taken note of your memory of the icy temperatures beforehand, and were certainly right to prepare the garment for your ascent.

the trip doesn't seem nearly as hard as it once had been, the aforementioned footpaths more defined and leaving a clear way up the mountain. though, to tell the truth, you're not sure how to feel at the option of a quicker journey.

you had intended to use the time you would spend trekking through the snow to think about how to introduce yourself to albedo, if he still even remembers your face, that is. the man had only been a new creation when you'd last seen him, and centuries later, you can't be sure that you've stood the test of time.

but, you've reminded yourself again and again that any outcome will be fine. in the worst case scenario, even just a small exchange with him will be enough.

trudging up the steep angle of the mountain, you nearly drop to your knees and weep once you approach the wooden bridge that had once led to rhinedottir's lab -- only now, it's entirely broken.

you'd packed a glider just in case, but amidst the strong wind, you'd be a fool to even try using it. with your luck, you'd probably be tossed back down to the foot of the mountain by a nasty updraft.

"excuse me! are you alright?”

a faint voice breaks you out of your thoughts. you look up from where you rummage in your pack to the opposite end of the broken bridge, where someone waves their hands for your attention.

you shout back, "yes! i just need to get across!"

faintly, you notice the person take in your environment. the snowy wind will surely pose a challenge, but they seem confident as they eventually yell back across the rocky depths,

"jump!"

even within your centuries of living, you fail to recall anyone offering you such a reckless suggestion. you don't want to be too difficult though, so you spend a few moments observing the chasm below and weigh your options. perhaps you could craft something to help you? but not even you could make something of use with such short notice.

so, when you're unable to find any alternatives, you shoulder your pack with a grumble and cup your hands to your mouth.

"are you out of your mind?!"

a lack of response indicates their answer enough.

shaking your head and muttering obscenely, after a few moments of shuffling, you realise you truly have no other choice. perhaps the person at the other end of the bridge has seen people like you time and time again, and is sure that the jump won't be a difficult one.

it's the only comfort you can think to offer yourself as you prepare for the worst, stepping back to run and make your leap of faith.

when you jump, the world goes entirely still around you. it's as if the wind and snow stop their cycles to watch you, holding their breaths in the same clipped fashion that you do. in those mere seconds, you feel as though you're completely ready to accept your failure and meet your demise quietly, all without even meeting albedo at all.

but just when you feel your faith slipping from you, someone grips tightly onto your hands. and when you open your eyes, the world immediately resumes, your boot landing hard on the metal frame at the other end of the bridge.

the stranger had grabbed you at the very last second.

gasping out strangled breaths, your instincts kick back in quickly as you help them haul your frozen body up onto solid ground. the stranger watches over you silently as you get to a knee, chest heaving.

his voice is quiet when he asks, "...are you okay?"

you laugh in exasperation. "yes, quite. it's been a long time since i last crossed that bridge, so the last thing i expected was for it to be--"

as you speak, you attempt to compose yourself to the best of your ability. the sudden event has shaken you, understandably. but what you don't anticipate, however, is the equally as rapturing gaze staring down at you.

candescent blue eyes watch you carefully, and all of the sudden, you forget your words.

"it's you." you breathe, taking note of the way his outstretched hand falters. albedo offers a polite, but undeniably confused, smile.

"it is me." he parrots, handling your forwardness with little difficulty. albedo's face hardly even changes. "did you come up the mountain looking for the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, perhaps?"

the words make sense alone, but your mind fails you when trying to put them all together. it hits you suddenly -- the world certainly has moved on without you.

albedo offers a polite smile when he notices your hesitance, though the gesture is quite empty. you can only hope it’s because he fails to recognise your identity beneath the mask.

considering your answer carefully, you say, "...the chief alchemist? is that what they call you now?"

he gives you a thoughtful look.

"shall we get you somewhere warmer?"

and you think that the least you can do is comply when he pulls you unsteadily to your feet, away from the gaping chasm and closer to the faint glow of fire. your heart burns with embarrassment as your body resists more with each step up the mountain. but albedo's grip is strong and reassuring in yours.

"can you walk alright?" he asks.

you begin to nod. though you might still be slightly shaken, you'd lived a thousand lives, surely something so small wouldn't --

your thoughts are cut short as you stumble.

laughing awkwardly, you try to stand back up on your own even as albedo's hands are insistent on your shoulder. "...i'm sorry, it's embarrassing that i'm even letting you see me like this."

"forgive me if this is too forward, but have we met before?" albedo's head turns to yours as if to observe the non-descript features your mask provides. you want to offer him a smile, but your hands are unfortunately occupied.

albedo glances towards you as if somehow knowing your inner struggle, but continues to look ahead once he begins to speak. "i'm sorry to say that my memory with visitors... it is often not as good as it is with other things."

you nod in understanding, but are unable to help the small bolt of fear that strikes through you.

as you approach a comfortably lit area, albedo loosens his grip on your arm and guides you to a wooden stool sat near a fire. you push out an awkward noise as you settle on it, noticing how albedo's hand is almost hesitant to separate from you.

you settle down with a light exhale. albedo keeps a casual eye on you as he navigates around the makeshift camp, occasionally gathering materials for what you can only assume is stew simmering over the fire.

all considering, the small hole in the mountain makes for a smart experimentation site. instinctively, a wandering hand goes to pull your mask up in the presence of heat. but, when albedo dips into the seat beside you moments after, you catch yourself.

reluctantly lowering your hand from the material, albedo gives you a considerate smile. he has no idea.

"so," he starts politely, sprinkling a bit of red powder into the pot. "you said that you aren't here to see the chief alchemist?"

you correct him, "...i didn't say anything like that. i just wasn't aware there was much a person."

he nods. "...right. are you just passing through, then?"

for a moment, you aren't sure how to answer.

"not exactly. i did make it up here on purpose, i promise you."

albedo's attention is still away from you, so you take liberty in watching him for a moment -- and only that, considering how sharp you know his instincts to be. truly, it really isn't as you'd feared. albedo is still the very same roughly sculpted man you had created all those years ago, he has only smoothened out his edges with time.

"on purpose, and you didn't know that the bridge was broken?" you can hear the teasing accusation in his voice, and you laugh quietly in response.

"it's been quite a few years since i last spent any time on this mountain." you remind him. albedo casts a curious eye back to you, but pulls his attention away as the stew begins to bubble.

he nods, eyes suddenly pinned mindlessly somewhere below him.

"...so you've said. what was your reason for coming up the mountain, then?"

when you don't answer for a few heavy minutes, albedo continues without you. his previously steady and detached voice suddenly gains depth, an honest yet somehow frugal sort of intimacy that's very much like him.

he hesitates. "did you really think you'd be able to keep your identity secret from me for long?" he asks, voice soft. your mouth opens and closes, trying to form an explanation in such an unforeseen situation.

though, in the end, you choose to swallow your words and raise a trembling hand, pulling down the woven mask that covers your features. your apology is near silent.

"i was waiting until I was absolutely sure you remembered me." you confess. with that, albedo finally looks at you, blue eyes lit with a faint sense of determination. his expression falters almost unnoticeably at the sight of your face, but you catch it because you know it. you know him.

he tries to keep the accusation out of his voice, but still pushes you as he asks, "how could i ever forget you?"

you go silent at the admission, mouthing his name in a soundless plea.

when you had first met albedo, he had been a blank slate. but as all creations of rhinedottir's, he too was meant to earn his complexities. his personality, his likes, his dislikes, even the extent of his knowledge was to be determined by nothing but himself from the moment he was created.

you thought you had known him well when you'd helped him discover himself centuries ago, and seeing the remnants of the person you'd held so close to your heart still existing so much later had only given you confidence in that.

but as you'd already ascertained, just as the world has, albedo has also moved on to become someone new.

you register it first by the odd chill of his hands over your clothes, in the way that he's suddenly much closer. and though you aren't entirely sure if he has a heart, you swear that you can feel it beating when your chest meets his.

"...how long can you stay?" albedo questions you, and pain shoots through you at the realisation that he's still unaware of the nature of your visit. though, before you can answer, he takes you into his arms fully. carefully. as though he expects you to dissolve at his touch.

releasing a shuddering breath, you shake your head. and fleetingly, you hope that by wrapping your own arms around him, you can solidify your presence.

"as long as i can."

#albedo x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #gi albedo #albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact imagine #albedo genshin impact #bro this is just straight up word soup LMFAO

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cladnplaid · 4 months

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My Year In Review:

Books Read: 32 (Goodreads)

Personal Fav: The Exorcist by Peter Blatty

Most Recommended: Beyond the Wand by Tom Felton

Movies Watched: 112

Top 5

1. Suzume

2. Godzilla Minus One

3. Oppenheimer

4. John Wick 4

5. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3

Honorable mentions:

Across the Spider-Verse Pt 1 & Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Pt 1

Video Games Played (Ranked I literally only played 5 games)

1. Guardians of the Galaxy

2. Resident Evil 4 Remake

3. Crisis Core Final Fantasy 7 Remaster

4. Jedi: Fallen Order

5. Hogwarts Legacy

Games I watched (Ranked)

God bless my brother, my worstie @the-gotheltic-rowan, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye & Maximilian Dood 🫶 for helping me consume a game when I didn't have the brainpower to play

1. Faith: The Unholy Trinity

2. God of War: Ragnarok

3. Mortal Kombat I

4. Spider-Man 2

5. Final Fantasy 15

6. Final Fantasy 16

Series Watched (Ranked Top 9 because I didn't watch more than that)

1. The Last of Us

2. The Bear

3. One Piece Live Action

4. Midnight Mass

5. Spy x Family (s1)

6. Rewatching Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

7. Rewatching Breaking Bad

8. Rewatching Better Call Saul

9. X-Files

Favorite Personal Growths:

Got really good at cooking and meal prep

Paid off dept and built up a modest savings

Got my life more organized

Sewed some of my most challenging projects yet

Reorganized my living space to make my home my sanctuary

Learned to live in the moment and not be a workaholic. Take days off. Take a drive. Got out of town for a day or two.

2024 Goals

(in no particular order)

Daily reading plan with Bible

Stop watching YouTube shorts. Seriously, short form, rapid-fire content is so bad for my attention span

Crocheting a tempeture blanket

Finishing all personal open sewing projects

Re-design my bedroom to have more space

Experiment 1st month with Carnivore diet and see what happens

Get active

Drink Less

Keep a regular sleep schedule

Charge phone away from bedstand

Use alarmclock to wake up so I have to GET UP

Play & beat the following video games from prev years:

Alan Wake 2

Jedi Survivor

Resident Evil Village

GoW Ragnarok

Spider-Man 2

The Quarry

Until Dawn

Resident Evil 0 & 1 Remaster

Listen to an audiobook on daily commute to work

Read the following via Audiobook:

Finish Hannibal Series

Finish Eragon

Dracula

Frankenstein

more Star Wars Classic EU books

Brave New World

11/22/63

Finish more TV series instead of brainlessly watching YouTube in that time

Mandalorian S3

Andor

Ahsoka

Reacher

The Haunting Anthology

Read a physical book before bed and not mindlessly read fanfic

1. Finish Resident Evil Books

2. Finish all owned manga & graphic novels

3. Read thrifted Stephen King books

4. Death Stranding

5. Alan Wake

I wanted to give myself some realistic goals like last year. I found that keeping a monthly log of these types of things really felt good to do. So I'm going to log more stuff here in hopes to for to keep me more accountable and to enjoy consuming fulfilling content again and not fall down a youtube rabbit hole for hours unless it is long-form video content that is edifying.

This is tumblr. This is my personal little space where I can gush about my interests. I can't do that on social media like FB, Insta, or Twitter without it feeling like a popularity contest or a great debate. So yall freaks get unsolicited updates from my funky little life filled with whatever all this is.

Goodreads | Letterbox | Gaming Sideblog

#cant sleep so 🤷‍♀️#personal goals #rambles #2023 wrapped #book recommendations #films #video games #books #tv

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dreammustard11 · 4 months

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I think the relationship between the queen and the Scarecrow is a kind of Queerplatonic, while the queen and the king are family members who have feelings after a political marriage

In fact I had always thought the King was gay .Because he clearly preferred men, the only person he trusted is the king's hand and he built a statue of himself with him, calling the alchemist and the royal gardener “best friends”. But he never mentions the Queen, doesn't have much contact with the TimeKeeper, and even treats the corpse of the Tutorial Knight very roughly, though he treats the corpse of the royal gardener much more gently

The Scarecrow (aka the Royal Gardener) is asexual, as he doesn't seem to be romantically attracted to the other characters. But his relationship with the Queen and the king was so close that he even wrote for the king (red roses and blue violets), and was angry that the alchemist was called “best friend” by the king, or that he missed the Queen at the end of his life and wished to see her, and his words also show that he and the Queen were close to each other beyond ordinary friends. It is therefore highly likely that he is asexual, plus he was once a human (as different to non-human giant, alchemist, and timekeeper) and he is not married, although it appears that he is about the same age as the King, but the king already in fear of dying of old age

I can't say what's the Sexual orientation with the Queen, because she's not even human. Given that her character design is related to Athena (who is represented by the Queen of Spades in the game's achievements, who also owns a temple, and she as a serpent, and has owls that guards the castle), she may simply not be interested in humans, and not feel any sexual or romantic attraction to those currently appearing. But I think she developed a Queerplatonic relationship with the Scarecrow because she loved the scarecrow, she put mushroom boi plush that he sewed by hand in her bed to sleep with it, and she loved roses (and it turns out in boss rush that roses are the symbol of the scarecrow, and the symbol of the queen is the jewel on her chest). In the room of the Undying shores, it is not the Queen who has been transformed, but the Queen with her servants to rescue the transformed Scarecrow and place him in the mausoleum. Because from the plot point of view, the Queen's fighting ability is the strongest except for the king(including the apostates, although they want to leave but were killed), the Queen can not lose to the apostates, and there are signs of the Queen's attack on the wall, which means that the Queen even carries a weapon. What's more, the containers in that room were covered with plants, which was completely different from the containers in which the experiments were carried out in other rooms, including the containers in which the king became the beheaded. And the subject of the collector's only container full of plants in High Peak Castle's room turns into a half-human half-plant monster like the scarecrow

From the fact that she called the king "mylove", it seems that she used to had feelings for him, but what kind of love (Romantic, friendship or family affection？) is still unknown. Given that the Queen was once the ruler of the island and the Queen of Spades‘s suggests , I would assume that she and the king were in a political marriage and bonded as family members‘s feeling by living together

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