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lookninjas · 2 years

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Rose Walker spends the month before her first book reading (her first reading as a published author of her own book that is being published because she is about to be a published author which she is not freaking out about at all, she’s fine) giving readings in her dreams.

The audience is never the same twice. Sometimes it’s ordinary people, often in their pajamas, a little sleepy and befuddled but unfailingly appreciative. Sometimes she thinks she recognizes a favorite author, or a particularly well-known critic. Their notes are thoughtful, surprisingly flattering. Once, she gets a lesson in public speaking from a woman she doesn’t recognize at all, but whose voice she will hear in her head from the rest of her life. Slower. Give it space. Let the language breathe.

Other times, the audience isn’t ordinary at all. Other times, the audience isn’t human at all. Two middle-aged men, a woman of bafflingly indeterminate age (sometimes barely an adult, sometimes elderly, often anywhere in between), and a baby gargoyle who lets her tickle its chin (beak?) when she’s done reading. Once she sees a man with a pumpkin for a head, who tells her “Not bad, kid” and nothing else. Another time, it’s the nightmare who pretended to be her mother and Rose is immensely grateful when, at the end, she realizes Gault has not changed her shape once.

Once it’s Unity. That morning she wakes up with tears in her eyes and a lingering warmth around her shoulders, something almost like a hug. The feeling lasts all day and on into the night and the next dream-reading, the reassuring pressure of being so thoroughly loved.

She sees the bald woman sometimes, the one with the little round glasses and the sharply pointed ears. She’s never in the audience exactly; she bustles in to put a book away, to straighten something, to find something small on the shelves. But she always pauses, listens for a little bit. Smiles softly to herself before moving on again.

She never sees Hal, or Jed, or Lyta, or Hector, and that’s more of a comfort than she would’ve expected it to be.

She never sees Gilbert exactly, but one night she gives the reading around a campfire, in the middle of a wooded glade, to a group of shockingly polite sailors and two young women with enormous backpacks. When she finishes reading, when the audience applauds, the sky lights up with the most marvelous sunrise she’s ever seen.

She never sees him, of course. Not even in the corner of the room, not even a flicker of his coat. She never sees him and she’s not expecting to and it doesn’t bother her at all that he’s not there, not a bit. It doesn’t bother her at all.

Except. When the month is up, when it’s time to actually give the reading, for real, she wakes up with a dry mouth and a hammering heart to see a raven sitting on her windowsill. And suddenly she can breathe again; her shoulders release, and her stomach unknots. She nods at Matthew. He nods back.

It isn’t surprising, then, when she does see him at the reading after all, standing in the back with a beautiful dark-haired woman. He’s in black; the woman is in white. It’s hard for Rose to remember to look at anyone else in the audience. The rest, however, is easy. She speaks slowly, lets the language breathe. Lets herself enjoy her own words again.

It turns out that applause in real life is as sweet as a sunrise in a dream. She closes her copy of her book (her book), looks out at the audience, finds her friends, her family beaming back at her.

She looks past them, expecting Morpheus to have already left. But he’s still there, watching her with the smallest of smiles on his face.

He’s gone by the time the Q and A starts, of course, but the woman in white is still there. She stays through the entire thing, stays until the event is over and it’s just Rose, her family, and a few stragglers mingling in the bookstore’s back room. Only then does she approach.

She’s stunning up close. She smells like salt water and something faintly floral. “I wanted to tell you,” she says, and her accent is musical, her voice like bells. “You’re a magnificent writer. And you have a beautiful voice.”

“So do you,” Rose says, because she can’t think of anything else to say, and realizes too late that she probably sounds like an idiot. “Sorry. I --”

The woman just laughs and rests her hand on Rose’s shoulder, and Rose is immediately terrified and smitten and completely out of her depth. “I’ll see you soon,” the woman says. “Rose Walker.”

“How did you --”

But the woman is already walking away.

Also, Rose’s name is on a sign in the window. And on the books around them. And she’s wearing a name tag.

Still, though. That’s not how the woman knows her.

“So,” Hal says, approaching her with that smile on his face. “Did you get her number?”

“No,” Rose says, and Hal draws his face into an exaggerated frown.

“Well. Maybe there’ll be a next time?”

“Maybe,” Rose says. The woman is already lost in the crowd. “Maybe there will be.”

There won’t, of course. She’ll never see the woman again, not in her lifetime. Not awake, anyway.

But the very next morning, she wakes up with an idea. One of the impossible ones, the ones she’ll never be a good enough writer to pull off. The ones that make her feel a little queasy just thinking about them.

She wakes up with an idea for a story she cannot possibly ever hope to write.

And then she gets up, and she goes to the computer. She opens a document.

She takes a deep breath, shakes the dreams off her shoulders, and starts to write.

#my fic #rose walker #calliope #the sandman #netflix sandman #i had the idea for doting uncle dream to give rose a chance to practice before her first reading #and then calliope got involved #and it sort of got away from me #which i suppose is my fault for invoking a muse #i'll probably put this up on ao3 at some point but it's a text box fic it deserves to just live in its text box for a minute #it's in its natural habitat

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i-would-get-in-the-water-naked · 4 months

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Athena character design and headcanons

the quality is shit I know, I'm sorry :((

(ART BY ME)

istg if Tumblr fucks up again I will throw my PC out of the window.

anyway.

Headcanons

She's an outsider among the other Gods. They tend to underestimate her, sometimes even humiliate her, especially the men - because she's strong, smart, beautiful, and a woman. They feel like she threatens their status.

Ares is her younger brother (they're just a few years apart, which doesn't really matter now that they're adults because Gods age differently and slower than humans). They cannot stand each other. Ares hates the fact that one of Athena's purposes is being responsible for the fairness of wars - because he feels controlled by her.

Speaking of which, Ares often annoys her in any way he can think of. Athena hates that and it often ends up in her beating Ares' ass.

One more thing about Athena and Ares' relationship: they actually care about each other very much but won't admit it to anyone - not even themselves. They might piss each other off, but they'd never EVER hurt each other. They fight a lot but they make sure blood never gets involved.

The only person who has ever shown her any open support was Poseidon. They spent a lot of time together when Athena was young, he trained her in the skill of fighting, which is one of the reasons she's so good at it.

In the modern-day world, you could say she most definitely is on the autism spectrum. She doesn't understand emotion, hers, or others. The concept of love - both romantic and physical - just doesn't make sense to her (mostly because nobody has ever shown her any).

She probably thinks she's aroace in the way "I don't need love or sex" but if someone hugged her and told her they love her, she would either giggle and kick her feet or cry. Depends on the situation.

She hardly ever cries. She bottles up her emotions because she has always been told nobody cared. She overall is very calm and collected until something or someone hurts her pride and/or ego - which she uses as a defense mechanism because she figured that others don't like her because she's better than them.

She has white owl-like wings which she keeps hidden with a spell inside of the two scars she has on her back - she got the wings in a very painful process and they are very sensitive. She can also turn into an owl and she sometimes does it just to avoid talking to people.

Oh, and she LOVES birds. Like. In her chamber in the Olympus palace, she has a whole collection of sketchbooks which she used to draw birds into when she was little. Whenever she finds out any fact about one of the birds she has drawn, she finds the page it's on and writes the fact down next to it.

She's probably panromantic? But she has never gotten the opportunity to find out (and me neither so I don't have any idea what sexuality to give her).

#athena is indeed badass in the arena #finally tumblr let me post this thank you very much #i hope you enjoy #athena character design #character design #headcanons #headcanon design #epic: the fanfic #epic: the musical

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ponds-of-ink · 7 months

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MXES and Vanessa One-Shot: “Of Voice and Vision”

Took a bit of time, but I did remember to write this today! :D Here’s one of the Pre-Ruin scenarios I’ve had in my head for a few days now.

(don’t worry, the title will make sense in a minute)

It was the standard procedure today. Vanessa would take half-an-hour to set up equipment. MXES (or “Black Hare”, as he had been nicknamed in his data for a while) would use that time to review his previous lessons. And Gregory would be out with Freddy for a while– so long as he didn’t stir up any trouble.

What wasn’t standard was the eager smile Vanessa had. Even as she struggled to fix some last minute issues, she kept humming along to songs on her work playlist. “Just a couple more minutes, Mix,” she told the confused hare on a separate monitor. “Then we’ll be all set.”

MXES tilted his head. What was his creator so happy about? It wasn’t her birthday. Nor was it any of her companions’ or coworkers’. The nearest holiday was weeks away, last time his internal calendar checked.

Then again, any occasion could be a personal holiday to a human being. A vacation, a newborn, a romantic date… But, again, everything was standard. No such event had been entered into his software.

MXES continued to observe. Vanessa still hummed and typed away. The main computer whirred as final corrections travelled through its code. A sharp ding soon emitted from its speakers. Vanessa pumped her fist into the air before recomposing herself. “Well, Mix, are you ready for today’s ‘lesson’?” she asked, turning her attention back to the digital creature.

MXES’ ears raised. Oh. Maybe her happiness was related to the lesson. Odd.

However, that didn’t stop him from drawing himself up to full height and nodding proudly.

”Great,” Vanessa replied brightly, switching between tabs. “I’d say ‘Get ready’, but you look raring to go!”

MXES would have bowed, but now wasn’t the time. Bit by bit, his body faded from the secondary monitor. His world slowly shifted from this grid landscape to the very same room his maker was in. Soon, he was floating over her hastily-made bed.

“So how was the transfer?” Vanessa asked, inching her office chair towards the bed. “Was it slower than usual?”

MXES raised his hand, then lowered it until it looked flat. He tilted it left, then right.

“‘Only a little slower?’”

He nodded.

Vanessa’s eyes lit up, but her expression maintained its casual facade. She swiveled around to pick up a clipboard from her desk. “Everything feeling all right?” she inquired further, clicking her pen. “Any lagging or twitching?”

He shook his head. Nothing he was aware of.

Vanessa scribbled down some notes. Her eyes bounced between her listener and the paper before her. “Does anything look different to you?” she questioned. “Like a pillow being moved or a pencil not being in its cup holder?”

MXES tilted his head. Now why would she ask that question after he was “out” of the computer? He couldn’t really talk without assistance, after all.

Regardless, he looked around. The bed was a bit out-of-sorts, but everything on it was in their usual places. The pencils (save that one pen) were all in their spots. His creator was in the same chair she was always in… Except now she had rainbow-like streaks and a name floating above her head.

MXES bobbed his head, then frantically gestured to the text-like apparition. There was no way that was showing up on her end, was there??

Vanessa looked up in confusion, then shook her head. “Don’t worry, big guy,” she chuckled. “It’s just something only you can see.”

The hare slumped his shoulders. Phew. Crisis averted.

“What can you see though? Can you read it?”

MXES blinked. Obviously, he could. That was one of the lessons he had ages ago. Trying to convey it, however…

Well, he had to at least give it a shot.

He straightened himself up, readied that voicebank code, then activated it.

“Vvvvv…”

Wait. There was data here. New data.

He gauged Vanessa’s expression. That light in her eyes grew even brighter. He could practically register the excitement vibrating throughout her entire body.

Well, now he had to keep going. No use letting her bottle up all that emotion.

“Vvvv… aa.. nn.. V-ann…”

The syllable sorting was going to take some time, but at least he was getting close.

“Van…esss…uh?”

“Try finding the ‘vuh’ sound bite,” Vanessa suggested, her legs already shifting back and forth. “It should be in there.”

MXES nodded. Okay. Seemed easy enough.

“Vuhh.. nesss.. uhh.”

Now it was just the matter of putting them together. Just like reading.

“Vanessa”

Like someone on too much caffeine, Vanessa dropped her clipboard and laughed wildly. “It works!” she cried out joyfully, springing onto the bed. “The voice bank works! You said your first actual word!”

MXES’ ears raised. “Iiii… d-id?” he questioned slowly.

“Yeah!” Vanessa exclaimed back before grabbing a pillow and squealing into it. Then after a battle with self-regulation, she continued. “And that’s just the first layer of the iceberg,” she said, moving into a sitting position. “You know why you saw my name over my head?”

“Nnn.. oo. No.”

Vanessa stifled a laugh. “You know how you kinda had trouble with the facial recognition stuff sometimes?” she pressed on.

MXES just let out a “huff”. How could he forget?

“Well, I finally got an updated version of that software,” Vanessa explained, motioning a free arm towards the computer. “It’s almost the same as the Glamrocks’, but I’ve made a few tweaks— Stuff like you not having to deal with singing happy birthday out of nowhere or giving expired Fazbear discounts. You’ve even got your own database so you can keep an eye on repeat ‘visitors’.”

“Ohhh,” MXES responded, letting the emotion programming guide his tone. “S-soo.. I.. cannn.. re… re…mem…”

Vanessa’s smile weakened. “Yes, you can remember people a lot better now,” she cut in, her voice turning more quiet and gentle. “Just don’t stress out your voicebank today, okay? I don’t want you getting ‘tired out’ from all that syllable-searching. Try sticking to shorter answers. Like.. maybe.. One or two words.”

”O…kay, Vanessa,” MXES grumbled, crossing his electric arms.

A stress-free Vanessa got up and returned to her chair. “Talking about that database,” she resumed as she wrote more notes in her clipboard, “ I put in new options for you so that you could figure out exactly what changed. Hair color, glasses, prosthetics…”

Although MXES tried to pay attention, a new idea sprang up. If he could actually process people now, then could the same apply to non-humans? Could he see what he looked like?

MXES quietly teleported past his rambling creator. He looked around carefully. Were there any reflective surfaces that wasn’t a window? Or a lit-up monitor?

A small hand-mirror caught his eye. It was in a lying down position on some table, but he had training in dealing with reflective surfaces ages ago. Surely that data couldn’t have been erased.

He positioned himself in front of the nightstand. As he wasn’t prepared to handle real-world objects, all he could do was lean down and peer into the glass.

To be honest, a top-down view wasn’t the most… flattering angle. But what did MXES care about flattery? All he was concerned about was the fact that he was a strange bunny-like thing with lines running down his face. He knew he looked intimidating, but this was… not what he was expecting. Was it scary? Interesting? He wasn’t even sure what to make of it.

“Hey, Mix,” Vanessa spoke up beside him. “That’s, uh, not a good way to check out your reflection.”

MXES shook out of his trance. He looked over his shoulder to see Vanessa standing next to him. “Sss.. Saw-rre,” he murmured, slumping a little. “G-Got diss..track-ted.”

“Hey, it’s all good,” Vanessa said warmly, ‘patting’ him on the back. “I was wondering if you’d try out that new tech on yourself. Could you tell it was you, or do I need to rework something?”

MXES’ ears raised a little. “I.. could,” he answered simply, bobbing his head. “Very… weird.”

“What’s so weird about it?”

MXES looked back at the mirror. “Lines…” he relayed, pointing to those exact features. “Skele..tun… bunny.., glowy mouth??” He paused to ‘open’ and ‘close’ his mouth. “Mouth’s…a.. smile,” he gasped in realization. “It’s stuck??”

“Well, yes and no,” Vanessa answered sheepishly. “It looks like a permanent smile, but you can express other emotions. But your face isn’t stuck that way because you smiled so much one day.”

MXES “sighed” in relief. Okay, good. He wasn’t the victim of an old adage gone horribly right.

”In case you’re wondering,” Vanessa added softly, “there’s a reason for all of these.. ‘design choices’ that I’ve made for you. I don’t think your database is ready for the whole story, but I can tell you that none of those were an accident. Especially the ‘bunny’ part.”

MXES tilted his head from side to side. He wasn’t trying to ask for a change, if that’s what she was thinking. He was just trying to express his concerns and process them with her! Like trying to match up all the bizarre quirks of English spelling with these phonetic syllables! Sure, both of those things would take getting used to, but that was to be expected.

”Don’t… fret,” he snipped out at last, slowly reaching for Vanessa’s head. “Pretty.. head.”

Vanessa blinked. “I’m sorry?” she asked, moving her head forward so he could ‘pet’ her better.

“Don’t fret,” MXES repeated, ‘patting’ her on the head. “Pretty head.”

The woman snickered in spite of herself. “Are you calling me ‘pretty head’?” she clarified.

“Yes,” MXES replied confidently. “That… phrase.”

”I think you mean ‘Don’t fret your pretty little head’,” Vanessa corrected, emphasizing the omitted words. “But that’s on me. I set the bar too low for you.”

MXES would have cheered up, but his database told him otherwise. He lowered his hand and continued to scowl. “Still,” he huffed. “Pretty head. Don’t fret.”

Vanessa processed his words, then sighed deeply. “You’re right,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t be putting myself down so much. Not after everything that’s happened.”

The hare teleported to her side. He wasn’t quite sure what to say now (or even what “everything” meant), but he knew he had to be there. Either this was going to be a fretting-turning-crying event or the “storm” of gloom was going to pass.

”Hey, Mix,” Vanessa piped up, alerted the ghostly figure. “Thanks for complimenting my hair. I haven’t gotten these highlights in a while. I almost thought I grew out of them.”

MXES rolled his eyes and “exhaled” gently. All right. It was just a gloom-storm passing over. “You’re wel..come,” he said warmly, smiling a bit more.

“And, hey, while we’re at it,” Vanessa grinned slyly, “I could say that one of my proudest achievements was making all those cool lines on your model. You look like a cool citizen of the future!”

The poor hare couldn’t stop grinning. Or tugging down his ears. “Lesson.. please!” he sputtered out in a flustered tone. “Signals… mixing!”

“Okay, okay,” Vanessa laughed. “We’ll get back to your update check-in. Don’t want you to get your emotional codes in a twist.”

“Th-Thank you,” MXES stammered, already feeling himself stabilizing. If this was what getting a compliment was like at this stage in development, then it was only a wonder how he’d feel when he was completed.

But that was a potential issue for another day. All he had to “fret” about now was the rest of the new features. She did say the stuff he’s seen is only the first layer of the iceberg.

#fnaf mxes #fnaf vanessa #vanessa fnaf #one shot #fnaf ruin #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fandom #at long last #vanessa is healing #also #bunch of headcanons

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y0urlittl3ang3l · 1 year

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Lloyd Garmadon Headcanons lmao, because I’m literally going insane

Lloyd uses He/Him pronouns but doesn’t mind other pronouns

Lloyd doesn’t forgive Misako, at all, he’s resentful towards her and screams the lyrics to ‘I hate my mom’ all the time and especially in her vicinity

I personally think that he would have a Japanese name that would only be used by Garmadon if it was a serious situation. And that name would be Katsuro, which means the victory of the son. Very fitting if you ask me

Thanks to his oni and dragon blood I think he would age a little slower than normal humans would like maybe 3 years slower than his peers.

Over the years he’s gained lots of scars on his body but his most noticeable ones are probably the large one of his face that goes from the top right of his forehead to his left cheek(from an the volcano incident, as in as Kai was on his way towards Lloyd a rock fell and slashed his face), many on his hands from many different things(burns from forgetting to put in oven mitts, scars from scabs being picked at over and over again with his constant scratches, accidentally cutting his palm open trying to help Zane cook, etc.) and some on his forearms from more scratching

His eye color is red but when he’s using his energy powers they glow green and when he’s using his oni powers(or is just really pissed) his eyes glow purple

He has a long tail, horns, elf like ears, along with vampire like fangs

He uses make up, sometimes it’s just a little bit and other times he does a bit more🤷‍♀️ he’s very simple with his make up

He’s just been growing his hair out for a years, and it’s pretty long so Nya likes to help him put it in ponytails and braids

He has anxiety shivers

I, personally, think that he’s pretty fucking tall because of his dna and he stands at 6’3(192 cm) and is taller than all the other ninja except for Zane

He has a playlist to correlate to his moods, his sad playlist is the longest one out of them all..one song that shows up is ‘worthless by eli’

Like his father he is bisexual

I like to headcanon that during the time that Lloyd got hit by the tomorrows tea he was like 12/13 years old physically

^^he also bit the ninja(specifically Jay) lmao

He has a special desk with a big mirror in the room he and the ninja share because he obviously needs space to do his makeup

The other ninja(Cole and Zane)drag him to therapy with them every other Saturday

He’s a little gremlin who likes doing what he’s told not to, so now he plays BL games out of spite and plays the dialogue extra loud around the other ninjas, turns it up more during the sex scenes

He has a monthly thing where he just forces the others to watch titanic with him because the plot is everything(he definitely doesn’t just watch it because Jack and Rose are beautiful people that enchant him)

He plays Minecraft and Genshin Impact, and has an unhealthy obsession with Itto, Zhongli and Raiden Ei.

He’s legitimately the most flexible out of all the ninja and he always wins Twister to the dismay of Kai and Jay

He really likes to paint, so whenever he has free time he paints while the others watch him in awe

He has a beautiful singing voice, but he hates karaoke and won’t do it, which annoys the others to bits because everyone deserves to hear his angelic voice

He gets really nervous when he’s pressed/pinned to/against walls so he tries to ‘ease the tension’ by saying stupid shit like “A-Are we about to kiss?” Or “ You know now that we’re really close right now..you’re kinda pretty/hot.”

He curses like a sailor

He craves physical touch, but he’s also like repulsed by it so now he just sulks around, the only people who don’t repulse him are his father, Uncle and the other ninja

All the ninja are like his protective older siblings, Kai being the most protective out of them all

Snakes don’t scare him, he just despises them

He absolutely despises Harumi, like if he could kill her, he would. And he also had a picture of her in his room, which he throws darts and knives at when he’s angry

Also because of Harumi he’s prejudice against all princesses

He’s a shipper, and he ships the other ninja together hardcore. His OTPs are Nya x Jay, Kai x Cole, and Zane x Pixal

He has feminine hips

He’s worn things like corsets before because he thought they were pretty cool

Because of his dragon side he has a heat cycle and gets it once every 6 months, it always leads to him being out of commission

After he had to banish his father he kept a lot of his father’s things inside his and the ninja’s shared room

He cried when he first saw that Harumi’s ritual failed and instead brought his real father back, and not like Harumi said

After his father came back from the departed realm, Lloyd slept in his rooms for weeks because he was scared that he would disappear when he woke up, and just wanted to make sure he wasn’t dreaming

Did mention that Garmadon taught him how to use makeup

#ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon #ninjago garmadon #ninjago #harumi #misako is a bad mom #i love lloyd with all my heart dude #kai smith #jay walker #zane ninjago #cole brookstone #nya smith

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space-id1ot · 1 year

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General creepypasta headcanons

as you wish! Sorry this took so long!😥

warnings- Very brief mentions of intercourse, mentions of abuse (from Slenderman), If there are any more please tell me!

General creepypasta headcanons

my first headcanon is that there is a slender "mansion" though it's more of a big house with a village (basically a manor so lets call it that-)

some of the creepypasta's live there in the manor house while others live around it or in the village.

some people that live in the manor are: ben, Ej(has his own cabin outside the village but stays in the basement of the manor most of the time), Sally, Jeff(never even goes there because he's always out killing), Nina(She is also rarely seen in the manor)

While others live in the village and/or have their own cabin

In the village they have stores with basic necessities and a school for the kids except the school is very different from a normal school as the kids need to learn how to control their powers and hunt.

Now in my recent blogs (like my Christmas one) I make it seem like the pastas get along well and they are just "troubled" but that's not it. The pastas very much hate each other with very few actually being friends with others. They tend to get into fights very often to the point Slenderman will stop them from killing each other only because it's prohibited.

speaking of Slenderman it isn't exactly a "father figure" it does give them a place to stay for a bit and makes sure they don't kill each other but that's only for itself. It wouldn't care if they died but for now it needs them alive to do its bidding.

The pastas are not the same as proxies and they seem to hate each other (As I mentioned)

Now what's the difference between proxies and creepypastas? Proxies are under the control of the Operator (Slenderman) and do its bidding while creepypastas aren't exactly controlled by Slenderman and can do as they please(that's exaggerating a bit since it still does have control over them just not fully) though proxies are still in Creepypasta category.

The pastas aren't exactly immortal but they also can't exactly die- The explanation is, is that pasta's can't die from being shot, stabbed, ran over or anything right? but There is more than one way to kill them just under one thing that thing being Slenderman. Slenderman can kill them if it wanted but they can also die from other people killing them if Slenderman let them go and then there's old age. So basically, only thing that can kill them while they're under the control of Slenderman, is Slenderman while if they ever managed to escape or Slenderman decided to get rid of them then they would become mortal again if that pasta was human before slender took them in (Ex. Masky)

Now on with them dying of old age, the pasta's age normally until they turn 30-40 then they start to age slower this being so they don't die as fast.

Slenderman holds a "mating" ceremony every few decades or so, so it can have more people under its control. Though, they don't have to exactly mate, but they do have to get a kid somehow whether that be kidnapping, adoption, intercourse🤢 with another pasta or even a victim. any possible way to get a child.

Now if they do decide to "make" a baby then after it's born the baby is put somewhere where it can be taken care or they can raise it though, most pastas can't take care of it and would just be bad parents in general so the child is either given to a pasta that is able to take care of it and still do their job or is dropped off at the doorstep of a strangers house then taken back out when they turn 10.

The 2 reasons for all this is so after the main creepypasta's die the new generations can take their place and more people can do Slenders bidding.

there are multiple stages when under the control of Slenderman. I won't go into detail with them but I will tell you a little about the stages

Stage 1- This is more for non proxies as Slenderman doesn't have much control over them in general. Stage 2 is where person the person is basically feral and almost every pasta was like this at some point near the beginning of being taken by Slender.(Ex. Jeff the killer)

Stage 2- Mostly this is with new pastas but stage 2 is where the person is completely under the control of Slenderman, they can't even think for themself and they basically become brainwashed.

Stage 3- Stage 3 is where the person will basically form a split personality disorder. This stage is basically just a mix of stage 2 & 4 where the person will form a personality that is under the control of Slenderman.(aka. stage 2) An example of this stage is Masky.

Stage 4- Stage 4 is where the person is completely in control of their body, There isn't much to say about it since all it is, is that the person can move, think, and act on their own. This is the final stage which makes it the hardest to get to. The downside of this is that they are able to break rules as pleased and get punished the most.

Back to Slenderman, if someone isn't doing what it wants he can brainwash them(like he does in stage 2 just more complexed) and make them do what it wants. When someone is in this state nothing can faze them, they are basically a vessel for Slenderman to use as it needs, and trust me no one wants to see that as pastas are scary in general but imagine a brainwashed pasta.

Slenderman does abuse the pastas (mostly proxies) if they don't do something right or if they rebel against it in anyway. Example of this is when Toby first became a proxy, he had went on a mission and ended up letting the person escape and they had called the police. When Slenderman found out it had almost killed Toby.

On the Slenderman Wiki it says the proxies have stages too. These are the following 5:

Hallowed - Mindless puppets created by Slender Man for the harassment of runners, with no other purpose.

Berserkers - Most closely resembling the traditional perception of proxies, slaves to the Slender Man, but with enough of their own will left to have superior problem solving and tactics.

Sleepers - Have their original personalities kept intact, and are left unaware of their status of proxies.

Agents - Not proxies in the traditional sense; Agents appear to be the blogosphere's interpretation of cultists.

Revenants - Proxies with super-strength and regenerative abilities granted to them by Slender Man. Eventually became unpopular with bloggers and were retconned away as hallucinations.

Thank you guys for reading this! this isn't exactly proofread so if theirs any grammar or spelling mistakes I'm sorry! If you have any questions or ideas my inbox is always open! Have a good day/night

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#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #general headcanons #slenderman #ticcy toby #jane the killer #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #masky #hoodie

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Troy Fallwood

8. What's your oc's defining personality trait? How does this impact their life and relationships?

18. What is your favorite thing about this oc? What is their favorite thing about themselves?

20. List a random fact about your oc.

8. Mischievous. Troy is actually the reason Hades and Maxlar met, much less became friends. They bonded over a shared knowledge of "yeah, Troy got in trouble again". He definitely has times where he isn't taken seriously, especially by more serious characters such as Malvo. This can cause some tension, but Troy is also mature enough to understand he brings it on himself sometimes.

18. My favorite thing about Troy is he's become such an icon for my friend and I. He's a very silly guy, and even though he's already a vampire, he's a cryptid. He's just a silly little guy that does silly little things. His favorite thing is the fact he ages significantly slower than humans because he's a vampire. He likes being old but looking young cause it tends to freak people out.

20. Vampires can have blood intolerances like humans can be intolerant to certain things. The most severe reactions can be similar to anaphalactic shock in humans, but most intolerances are similar to lactose interolancy or gluten intolerancy. Troy is unable to handle the blood of goats, horses, house cats, deer, squirrels, fish, and most kinds of birds, as well as Type O blood in humans. Out of these bloods, only fish blood will cause a severe reaction, most of these just cause symptoms similar to lactose intolerant people will experience. Of the bloods he can consume without issues, he prefers Night Watcher blood. He learned it's sweeter and more potent in nutrients than most other bloods.

#hes my little weirdo #little cryptid vampire man with chronic stomach issues cause hes a fucking dumbass /affectionate #troy fallwood #snootles's askbox #snootles answers

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moviemunchies · 7 months

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Ah, yes, the del Toro Hellboy movie; it’s much better than that other attempt at making a Hellboy movie that came out in 2019. It’s a very del Toro movie, which means it’s not that faithful an adaptation of the original comics. Still, it’s close enough, and it’s a pretty good movie in its own right.

In World War II, Professor Broom leads an American military in thwarting Rasputin’s Nazi experiment to open a portal to the Ogrdu Jahad, the seven gods of chaos (just roll with it). They defeat Rasputin and his forces, but something does come through the portal: an infant Hellboy. He’s adopted by the Professor and the newly-formed Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense (the BPRD). Aging much slower than an ordinary person, he of course becomes an agent of the BPRD and something of a cryptid to the general public. As he doesn’t really get along with his coworkers/handlers, Professor Broom hires FBI agent John Myers to work with him, and help introduce the audience to the world of the BPRD.

Except! Ohes noes! The Professor is dying! And Rasputin and his minions are back, raising up unkillable monsters and hoping to force Hellboy realize his destiny as Anung Un Rama, the Beast of Apocalypse.

There are several noticeable differences between Mike Mignola’s comic characters and del Toro’s versions of them. Hellboy being a grumpy young adult, rather than a serious investigator at this point comes to mind, as well as him being romantically interested in Liz. Abe is psychic now (a change which I actually kind of prefer?). Most of all though, the biggest change is that the BPRD is a secret organization, and Hellboy must hide from the public’s view, causing a lot of angst and conflict.

These are the hallmarks of a Guillermo del Toro picture: a monster who wants to be accepted by humanity, and can’t because humanity sucks sometimes. That’s not A Thing in the Hellboy comics, and it makes me understand why some comics fans don’t like these movies as much. That being said, apparently Mignola went into the the adaptation giving del Toro his blessing to do his own take on the world and characters. Also, this was my introduction to Hellboy (and I suspect that for many that’s the case as well), so I can’t really hold it against the movie too much.

Supposedly, according to TV Tropes at least, there is a Director’s Cut out there, and it develops the characters better than the theatrical cut. I have never seen anything about that, and I don’t know where I’d track that down, but let me know if you see that floating around!

There are some changes in the worldbuilding as well, like how the Ogdru Jahad are slightly different from how they appear in the comics. This is kind of excusable–the backstory and full explanation of their nature were things that Mignola knew, but hadn’t shared yet when the movie was in production. He actually decided to explain all of those in a comic story (“The Island”) when on set for this movie. So I can’t fault the movie for changing some of that.

Then again, there’s also the 2019 film, which tried to include a lot of the comics story and ended up being an overcrowded mess.

The special effects are… well, it’s a mixed bag. The practical effects, of which there are a lot, generally aged pretty well. You know you’re looking at something real when you’re looking at practical effects. The other effects are a little more hit-or-miss. It looks like del Toro realizes that the CGI wasn’t always as strong, as some of those weaker CGI images are in quick action shots, or in dark places, so that you don’t see it on screen for too long, or can’t make it out on screen, so it still works. Other things, like Liz’s flames, or when Hellboy electrocutes Samael–those are weaker effects and don’t hold up as well today.

Still, it’s overall a darn good movie. Even if it’s only a loose adaptation of the comics, it’s a solid, memorable story, with really good visuals and great scenes. Every action sequence is memorable and well-done. The characters are likable, the Plot is easy to follow, and the movie is loads of fun to watch.

Also it’s about a half-demon that’s been raised Catholic, which is a darn interesting premise by itself.

And Hellboy punches a robot ninja Nazi in the face. That’s pretty great.

So I suppose you should watch the movie.

#Hellboy #Movie Munchies #Guillermo del Toro #Ron Perlman

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Is there anything in the game that tells how long Chara lived Underground before dying?

Sort of. You can, but it will be no more than vague approximations with questionable reliability.

The bond between Asriel and Chara was formed over time, friendship did not ensue immediately.

As for the monsters, viewing the friendship they formed as a symbol of the future for humans and monsters was able to fill the entire underground with renewed hope for the future.

So much so that Chara and Asriel's death fully crushed the hope of the entire underground by itself.

And while it is true that monsters do get attached easily...

Such an effet seems unlikely to be possible if Chara had not been present at least for a few months.

To further support this, there is the fact that Chara as the narrator already knows who a quite considerable amount of the monsters we meet are as well as a little bit of info about them.

We know from Toby Fox's concept art that Chara and Asriel did wonder around the underground while playing. (The only "stars" in the underground are the fake ones in Waterfall)

Other than that, there is the monthly address in which Chara could have gotten to see more people, assuming that they were present at least sometimes during those.

It also seems unlikely that they could have known the underground and its people as well as they do in-game if they hadn't been down there for long enough to have met quite a lot of monsters (and seen quite a few places) in the first place, or at the very least to have heard about them from Asgore, who would know all about the monsters out there.

One can also add the Mr Dad Guy shirt into the mix. Asgore is a very large person and knitting something like this would be a very difficult task that would take a long time to go from start to finish. Even more so when considering the fact that Chara is shown to be an impatient person on top of a child, which does not make knitting any easier. (or if one wants to imagine that Chara did not know how to do so originally and that Toriel would have had to help/teach them.)

One more thing to bring up would be the sprite heights of Chara.

In the actual gameplay, Asriel's sprites is 28 pixels tall. Whilst Chara is 29 pixels tall, the same height as Frisk. Chara appears slightly taller than him.

In the cutscenes dating way back from Chara's fall however, Asriel seems to be taller than Chara.

(Note : Asriel is leaning forward here, which means he appears smaller than he really is, yet even then he's still a bit taller !)

Now, we do also know that pixel sizes and Temmie Chang's art are not necessarily reliable sources in terms of height so this observation is to take with a grain of salt. It might not have been intended to be this way.

But if we were to consider it to be true, then this would prove interesting. It would mean that in between the time where Chara fell and when they died, they have not only caught up to Asriel but even outgrown him a little.

Considering regular monsters can be shown to be aging slower than humans do, this would appear pretty believable. Although its not certain wether this also applies to boss monsters like Asriel or not.

Since we do not know how fast boss monsters grow in height compared to humans (resulting in an unknown variable), that it depends on age a little for humans (and thus on Chara's age which would also be an approximation) and that again pixel sizes and Temmie's art are hardly reliable. Calculating how long it would take for Chara to grow this amount compared to Asriel isn't really possible without making a lot of estimations.

With that being said, attempting to do it anyway would result in a difference which would suggest that Chara would have been underground for a minimum of 2 years. (I want to restate that this result is to be taken with a full teaspoon of salt ! Too many unknown variables.)

#undertale #chara #asriel #chara undertale

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hello!! i’m a newcomer but i just wanted to say that your series is so friggen amazing <3 i fancy myself some self-care snakebois and anxiety-ridden driderbois. though roman might actually kill me and i’m terrified of him having the ability to make people fall out of love. what a horrifying thought kxjsjdheh??? anyway!!! i have some questions regarding magic because magic yay worldbuilding <3 my bad if some of these have been asked! as i said, i’m a newcomer aha;;

so if taking away a witches magic makes them no longer a witch, can an old enough witch just die on the spot, or are they biologically however old they were physically (like how the royal fam stopped at around 30) and begin aging at a rate normal for their species? if taking away a witches magic makes them no longer a witch, does giving someone magic make them a witch? and if so, are they then immortal or age slower than previously? are any species (that we know of so far) unable to naturally be witches, and what happens if they’re *given* magic without biologically being able to have it? can a person have TOO much magic? what species do we know of so far and are any of them/will any of them be relevant? i want virgil to be besties with the waitstaff again :((( (not a question but it needed to be said). was sleep messing with virgil’s circadian rhythm? probably not but i just wanted to confirm because he’s a vindictive little shit who totally would 👀

will sleep and virge be spider besties now?,,,,pls i need little weave-and-relieve sessions between the two where they just chill and rant n maybe do each others nails or share weaving tips :))) can virgil croquet or sew or knit or something? because he’d love, probably. it’s great for anxiety (probably, i’m so bad at it i wouldn’t know LOL)

i. am going to cut myself off here before it gets too long. have a good day! <3

- OnlyRoomForHope (would be unanon but i can’t be bothered logging in on right account lmaoo)

@onlyroomforhope

Thank you and welcome! I'm so happy to have you here in my own tiny corner of the fandom! Yeah, we love our self-care snake and anxious spider here. Also, wow, ya'll really latched onto that fact about Roman. As long as Virgil and Janus keep their protections up around him they'll be fine :)

A lot of good questions here and for the most part it looks like they haven't been answered before! This is exciting! *crackles knuckles* Let's dive in, shall we?

So if a witch loses their magic and therefore their immortality they don't just drop dead. Their body is still physically the age it was when they stopped aging, they just begin to age again. This applies to humans, fae are already immortal on their own their immortality just works a bit differently.

Giving someone magic does make them a witch. I think I've mentioned it before, but Remy wasn't born a witch, he got his magic from King Thomas. Gaining his own magic made him a witch and came with all of the perks of being one including immortality. Remy is indistinguishable from any other witch.

Thus far I've only put a lot of thought into humans and fae being witches, but I'd say most highly intelligent sentient species can have witches. Especially the humanoid or partially humanoid ones. So most monsters such as naga, driders, merepeople, centaurs, and vampires can all be witches. Dragons, kelpies, harpies, and sirens cannot.

it's also important to note that I said highly intelligent sentient species. That means beasts are not included. So there are no pheonix, unicorn, bear of bears, or bassilisk witches.

Could someone give a beast or non-witch monster witch magic? Yes. Chaos would happen.

No, a person couldn't have too much magic. Exibit A: Thomas. King Thomas has a ridiculous amount of magic. Should he have that much magic? Absolutely not. That shouldn't be allowed. But, hey, I didn't make the rules (yes I did) and it is what it is.

Now, if you're asking if a lot magic can have negative side effects then yes, it can potentially be overwhelming. If King Thomas got all of his magic at once it would have taken a serious toll on him and at one point he did aquire too much at once and it did take a toll. That was a the very beginning of Thomas's reign and he depended on Nico a lot to hide it. After an adjustment period he was fine, though. After that he learned to take magic gradually, one or two witches at a time with breaks in between.

Okay, so so far in the series we know of humans (obviously), fae, driders, and naga. We also know that fae are split into seelie and unseelie. Only humans and seelie are going to play major rolls in the series. As tempted as I am to play around with the many subcatagories of fae and the other species, I'm trying to keep this as simple as I can. We may see them play minor roles as in individual characters but that's it.

That being said, I am planning the brief appearance of a third major species.

Now, there are many minor species of monsters but those all defer to either the seelie or unseelie making fae a major species. Humans are also a major species. The third major species that is indepented of and can stand toe-to-toe with fae and humans is spirits. Spirits will barely appear in the series so I don't plan on doing a lot of wolrd building for them.

So all in all, only humans and fae will really be relevant.

I want Virgil to be friends with the staff again, too ;_;

Remy totally would mess with Virgil's sleep, however he was on Earth up until the day he was introduced to Virgil, so no, he didn't have anything to do with Virgil's sleeping problems.

Remy are Virgil are going to be besties! I am firmly team Those Two Getting Along. They are my babies and I love them, they must at least be friends. There will be classic sleep overs and they will get up to shananagins, so stay tuned for that.

Virgil can weave and sew. He's okay at it. he does it more for stress relief than to be good.

#ttl #touch transcends language #ask #bluewic answers #magic #world building #character info #history #random facts

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THE ULTIMATE "greek-Bros" ARES HEADCANON CHARACTER POST!!!! with pictures

-He is a dorklord. This man will do everything to make you believe he's a serious threat, until something like Achilles bodies him like a linebacker and it takes him like 2 mins to get up again. But his game face only gets serious during an actual war time. That's when you'll feel he's being a different person entirely.

-He is a hyper violent, chaotic rowdy dork who's interests includes; fighting, sparing, horsing around, harassing Athena, harassing Hephaestus, hating anyone who makes a fool out of him (and not in a good fun way) eating meat and food in general to make every other god who doesn't physically eat anything uncomfortable, collecting interesting discarded pieces of armor and weapons, petting dogs, being in a relationship with Aphrodite, taking enough time to hangout with his many offspring, drink heavily with Dionysus, randomly join armies all over Greece to fight along side mortals, being a wild pig for several months on end than comeback just be a menace, get into bar fights with random people, polish his armor, sharpen his weapons, and ultimately avoid every single "Devine Princely" duty Hera and Zeus have him do...those duties end up going to Apollo for obvious reasons.

-If anyone can assume how old he is between his siblings based on appearance alone, Ares would be around 30-35 years of age, Hephaestus would be 29-34 years, Athena would be 28, Apollo and Artemis would be around 24-27 years, Hermes a close 24 and Dionysus would be 21. Dionysus and Ares were the only gods to age slower than their siblings. Athena being born an adult and Hermes having the fastest growth spurt.

-Inspite of his lack of maturity for his age, he's chronologically the eldest of all the first generation godlings. He was also the first godly to grow in a rather slow rate. In Human years, he would be aging 1 every 10 human years. This made things a little difficult for Hera and Zeus because after all he was their first child. There was a lot of expectations that didn't turn out so well for him. By the time Athena was "born", he was just newly consecrated as a god of war (Age 13 in god years). After a short amount of time, his title was shared between him and Athena. Than after a little while, he noticed his title of war god was becoming more and more....thinned out. His status as a war god is even questioned by other war gods.

-He was a very sweet, active and somewhat complicated child when he was younger. He often acted like what normally toddlers would but he would have his quirks, one of which that although he would be willing to fight gods bigger than him, he would cry for hours if he accidentally hurt someone when he didn't mean to. It didn't help that he grew up without any proper friends, that only happened when he got older and got to know his half siblings better.

-Ares is the god of war but he personally believes he's a "aspectless god" because of how the title of God of War is thrown around in Olympus. There's Athena (the wise, cold calculating goddess of war everyone loves so much), Kratos (a demigod who seems to be more skilled at weapons than he is), Enyo (his twin "sister" that apparently he knows nothing about) and several titans. So he's already feeling like he's become either useless or purposeless, so how does he solve this? He just does whatever he fucking wants to, he's so over being a war god that he just wants to fight until he takes a nap or something.

-the title of "Consumed by Women" was something of a mystery for the longest time. On one hand, Ares claims it's because he literally more popular with female mortals, on the other hand according to Dionysus (in an unironic and straightforward way), it could also mean Ares is the only god that "it's the most suckable". Aphrodite hates this title because that actually implies there is a woman who can do more for Ares than she does.

-This man is a dog man and will forever be a dog man, he will mildly tolerate cats but anything else is fair game.

-Although Athena is the goddess of wisdom, Ares may infact be considered a god of empathy and earned experience. Athena 's learned wisdom is considered a sign of intelligence and wit, but Ares knows about first hand experience and hes a visual learner rather than someone who reads instructions. He may not be book smart, but he knows a thing or two.

-He has the most lukewarm relationships in the family. Poseidon takes advantage of Ares when seafaring battles commence just so he can reap the rewards, Demeter is a little deterred by his brute nature when it comes to the effects of wars have on the environment that she often tries distances herself, Hestia actually tries her best to understand him, Hera loves him but there are somethings she wish she could change about him (much like any other parent would), Hades just gets upset at him because with war comes casualties and that comes with skewed numbers in Tartarus, Zeus's relationship with Area is tumultuous. Zeus has expressed time and time again how much Ares has disappointed him for various reasons.

- The same can't be said about his siblings, in contrast actually care for Ares. Apollo usually tries his best to be his conscience. Dionysus is his best drinking buddy, Hermes is a little more close to Ares due to him having the highest tolerance for Ares on a daily basis, Aphrodite loves him to bits, Artemis loves to mess with him, and many of the Titans don't really care much about him. The only gods who truly detest him is Hephaestus and Athena. Hephaestus for obvious and clearly understandable reasons... Athena only sees him as a "waste of space to throne of Olympus and a redundant bafoon whom has done nothing but create strife." (Quote Athena).

-Ares has an incredible soft spot for animals. His love for animals may have started when he was young. He one time accidentally killed a bird with his toy sword and cried for days. It took several days for Hera and Zeus to figure out what had happened. The best way the two reacted was Hera was actually moved by Ares being that guilty over a bird and Zeus (although pretty feeling the same thing Hera was feeling) pretty told him "cease your crying, you shall be doing the same thing to your enemies". Ares than learned a new emotional response to frustration; retaliation via pissing off Zeus on purpose.

-One of his favorite ways to wait out a "peace period" is go hog, literally. He shapeshifts into a boar for months on end until Artemis finds him. He has claimed to have been shot at nearly 114 times by Artemis.

-This is the manliest man that ever maned, he is the peak definition of what masculinity universally looks like. He's got hair to spare, he's 95% muscle and doesn't take things too seriously. For some however, he can't seem to grow a full beard, just a healthy amount of stubble. The only parts he shaves is any exposed skin, the reason is that he believes his body hair softens the friction between his his armor and his body. Apollo has been doing everything in his devine power to completely remove Ares's hair out of spite.

-Silly enough he's the only god that can be considered straight mostly because all of his more intimate relationships have been with women. He would like to try and see what it is like to have a relationship with another man tho. Sadly, the most successful relationship he has is with Aphrodite.

-He actually is considered a "visiting" king of Thrace. The wild folks of Thrace adore thier more "fancy looking" god king and worship him zealously. Spartans often take more time worship Heracles but Ares is also beloved.

-He has an unknown son in Sparta named Theo. He's the product of a relationship with a mortal woman who tricked an invading group of mercenaries into thinking that she was the most powerful warrior in her village after none of the Hoplites from her village returned from the Trojan war. Their story is a tale for another time.

-He hates Heracles. For embarrassing the living shit out of his most beloved twin sons Phobos and Deimos but also beating him up in front of his subjects in Thrace and embarrassing the shit out him.

-After his encounter with Otus and Ephialtes, became claustrophobic. He has trained himself to overcome his claustrophobia but to no avail.

-He will violate a man if they ever so harm a woman in anyway. After an unfortunate incident with one his beloved daughter at the hands of one of Poseidon's sons. He vowed to "mangle anyone who hurts his girls", but "his girls" he also had been referring to all women.

-Being the prince of gods isn't an easy task, no matter how easy Apollo makes it out to be. Ares had been brought rather similarly to all Grecian Royalty with a myriad of lessons, teachings, and princely duties. Ares at a certain age stopped trying and decided it was easier for him to go in life hated by much of his peers.... until a certain goddess came into his life.

-His love life is strange but surprisingly fruitful in the best way possible. Ares had some interesting relationships with several mortal women, at one point he tried something with Persephone when he was in his late teens.... Demeter nearly buried him in an early grave, Eos was one his first devine crushes (until Aphrodite cursed her to be forever horny on main 5ever 😔 so sad), a sizable amount of nymphs did get it on with him...but the one lucky lady who has permanently monopolized his penis is Aphrodite. She's not as sensitive about his lovers as Hera ...but she's warey of women Ares holds a special amount of attention to.

-Ares wants to believe he's in a normal relationship with Aphrodite, but after the Trojan war, he has since thought a little more deeply about his purpose with her. Aphrodite doesn't want to be tied in a marriage, yet he wouldn't mind being a more committed relationship, but he's also not that greatly comfortable with fucking his already strained relationship with Hephaestus as his biological brother and he's not really certain if half of his children with Aphrodite are even his....yet somehow he actually doesn't really care what she does. Ares understands that there will literally be nothing tying Aphrodite down and he respects her decision to do it....now if he only he can convince Hera of that.

-Hes a Mama's boy. When Zeus would be out having one of his affairs, Ares would make his life even more problematic just as a light revenge for hurting his mom.

-If he doesn't consider himself the god of war, he might as well consider himself the God of fathers because half of the time he's making time with his long list of children. Especially his many daughters, he knows a happy and supported daughter is an empowered one, and an empowered daughter makes for a good fighter. He has seen the potential women are capable of and has been criticized by Athena for purposing some "radical" ideas of women being "mildly respected". Zeus doesn't know what think of this expect that it's worth seeing Ares so something admirable and productive rather than roll around in gore all day.

-He loves just blending into random armies, but he loves joining what he preserves to be a "likely to lose" army. Just so he can have a challenge. If a war however has multiple groups, he just sits back and watches because he would just end up hopping from one group to another.

-Zeus had many doubts about Ares being his biological son....until he saw what bird he can change into, a species of vulture called the Cinereous vulture. As it turns out, looks like a scrunckly scrimblo version of an eagle. That, and 90% of Ares's terrible decision making, physical traits and impeccable talent with women.

-He can run and trot on all fours. The only other gods that can do this is Dionysus and Artemis.

-The relationship between him and Poseidon can be easily summed up by a stock image of Homer chocking Bart.

- Athena the literal moment she laid eyes of Ares was the very moment she considered Ares an obstacle. She literally has done nothing but do everything in her power to ruin his reputation as a legitimate war god of Olympus. Ares on the other hand literally does not give a flying shit about her or her opinion on him. Mostly because he has the one thing Athena fails to be able to do.... Empathize with others on an emotional level. Ares is the god of extreme emotion wether he likes to consider that or not.

-This man has dedicated his life to always sneaking into Tartarus to pet Cerberus. Cerberus literally doesn't mind this and let's Ares get near him... mostly because Ares never ventured past Cerberus's side when he visits so he's not actually breaking any rules ...Hades however keeps a close eye on him much like how one would keep on eye on some stranger's toddler when they're petting their dog.

-Ares can actually be found more traversing the wilds of Greece rather than Olympus or anywhere more metropolitan. Like Artemis, he enjoys the lack of human company and the peace of the outdoors.

-His relationship with Hephaestus is problematic at worst and complicated at best. Obviously like anyone who has a sibling who constantly fornicates with their spouse, Hephaestus wants nothing more than for Ares to go and end himself. Ares on the other hand, knows that what he does causes Hephaestus a lot of grief. But no man no matter how celibate they force themselves to be can't just say 'no' to Aphrodite. He has other reasons to dislike Hephaestus, such as the time Hephaestus trapped Hera on her golden throne, yet he can't help but be fascinatded by the prospect of having a biologically close brother who makes some interesting toys.

#greek mythology #hellenistic #greek gods #art #greek posts #greek bros #my art #greek myth memes #ares #hephaestus #character development

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sundown-draws · 1 year

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Little ramble about "Krux is Rallen's father" idea, time dilation, living through legacy:

⏳️Krux being Rallen's father deniers may I interest you in the concept of time dilation. "It's been 30 years" to YOU. Space-Time is bent according to the mass of celestial objects one is around? An example could be, Nanairo has moved "slower" in time, because their sun has more mass, so instead of 30 years having passed like in Kaio, it's been 20. Or vice versa.

⭐️ Think about, when he knew Rallen is his kid, going "I'm going to teach the kid everything there is to know about this topic starting at a younger age than when I did, so perhaps he has a chance of succeeding where I failed." Is it a good father moment? No! But is it ironic? Yes.

Additionally, the "My will is too strong to be overpowered" line.... Oof! What if krawl Krux has limited space to what actions he can take? What if, now plugged in to the krawl collective mind or something, has to continue being altruistic, but now completely towards the krawl's interest? What if him being so wrong before makes him bitter? (He looks down at his younger self, depreciating and saying "high hopes, idealism, all the pathetic rubbish of youth.")

Or or, he still thinks krawl are inferior, or resents them, and thinks again, that he has more control over things than he actually does. The High Krawl are an example, who apparently want to impress Krux so they are ranked next to him. I believe the high krawl can survive worse conditions than Krux, whose half human? They could overthrow him easily.

🌙 What if there's a point young Krux realizes there's no turning back from being krawl, and does all that "live by legacy" stuff we see in Origins? Especifically so the next spectrobe master has advantages? A "mentor" while he's gone?

A. leaving the lost memos with info about fossils and minerals.

B. spectrobe fossils that were once his team, and are higher level than your team's average level.

C. The people he knew who can aid you because he let himself bond with them (Kotetsu, Kamtoga, Gretta).

I think there could be a poetic story here if done right...

#But also Rallen deserves a break lmao. Maybe he quits the NPP and dedicates himself to spectrobes and krawl...#spectrobes #spectrobes btp #spectrobes origins #spectrobes origins spoilers #spectrobes krux #young krux spectrobes

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gothicmama · 2 months

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Phrixia and Ilo Meet (Rough Draft)

I really need to work on this, I feel like there's a lot of information in it and it probably needs some refining.

"I'm bored," Phrixia whined. She rolled over on the bed and deliberately put her foot in her brother's face.

Hypnos pushed her foot away, readjusting his book. Phrixia, ever determined to be the annoying little sister, moved her foot back into his face. He pushed her foot aside again, but when she did it again, he grabbed her ankle. He put it in his lap and held it there. Picking up his book again, he calmly said, "There are things you can do. Other things, besides bothering me."

"But bothering you is more fun than anything else I could be doing." Phrixia tried to pull her foot back, but Hypnos held on to it firmly.

"You could read. I'd even let you borrow one of my books." He gestured to the rows of bookshelves lining the cavern walls. With her foot released, she lightly kicked his leg.

"I've already done that."

"I know you have, but this time you could read one with my permission. It might be more fun that way." She gasped indignantly, which made him smile. "Of course I knew. No one touches my things without me knowing."

She sat up fast and pouted at him. "Does Thanatos know I got into his stuff, too?"

"Of course he does. You can't do much around here without someone knowing." He put his book down and pulled his glasses off. He set them both aside and reached for her foot again. She knew what was coming and scooted away, but he was faster. He grabbed her ankle, yanked her closer, and pulled her into his lap.

"Wait, no, Hypnos, don't you dare." Phrixia squirmed to get loose, but her attempts were half-hearted at best. His arm locked around her, holding her against his chest. "I mean it, don't do it," she threatened. Though the effect was dampened by the giggles she couldn't contain.

"This is retribution for my books." He tried to sound scary, but his own laughter was breaking through. He secured his hold on her again, gentle but firm, and launched his attack.

Phrixia's joyful screams filled the cave as Hypnos mercilessly tickled her. He knew all of her really ticklish spots, on her sides and her belly. Like any good big brother would, he used that to his advantage, until she was laughing and crying so hard she couldn't scream anymore. He stopped then, to give her a chance to catch her breath, before starting all over again. The second round was worse than the first and after just a couple minutes, it was starting to not be fun for her. And just like any good big brother, Hypnos knew where her limit was, and he knew when to stop. And stop he did, just before her screams of joy turned into screams of pain.

He held her in his lap, sagging back against his chest, as she panted hard. The tickling had only lasted five minutes, but it had worn her out, at least for a little while. He knew it wouldn't be long before she was up and running, claiming to be bored out of her mind all over again. She was a few decades old but as with many nymphs and other long-lived creatures, the body aged slower than human bodies did and the mind aged even slower than the body. He rested his chin on top of her head and hummed their mother's lullaby softly.

Phrixia was content to listen for a couple of minutes before she started fidgeting. Sitting still for more than three minutes was a struggle for her. She lasted until the lullaby ended before pulling away from her brother. He gave her one last squeeze before letting her go. She scrambled off the bed and onto her feet. Straightening her clothes and hair back out, she spun around to face Hypnos. He had put his glasses back on and picked his book back up in those few seconds, leaning comfortably against the headboard. She whined and stomped her foot. "Hypnos, come on! Let's go do something fun!"

Hypnos looked at her over his glasses. "What's your definition of fun, exactly?" he asked cautiously, well familiar with her penchant for getting into trouble.

Grinning, she spun in place, sending her skirt twirling. She stopped after a few spins and threw her hands up in the air dramatically. "I want an adventure! Like in your books!"

He sighed and pulled his glasses off again. "Books aren't anything like real life, Phrixia. Adventures in real life aren't fun."

She groaned and turned away from him, crossing her arms. He knew without needing to see it that she was pouting and she was hiding it. "I know, but there's got to be something! Anything, come on!" Silence followed her outburst as he waited patiently. After a moment, she sighed and slumped in on herself. "I just want to go outside," she murmured before she sniffed.

Her sincerity and sadness pulled at Hypnos' heart and the next thing he knew his book was on the bed and he was standing up. He tucked his glasses into his robes and put his hands on her shoulders. When he turned her around to face him, she wouldn't look at him. She didn't need to though because even with her eyes downcast he could see the tears in them. He sighed and felt the last of his resolve slip away. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. After a brief moment of hesitation, she buried her face in his chest and hugged him back.

They stood like that for a long moment, both of them ignoring her sniffles and the tears soaking his robes before he pushed her away from him. He raised her head up and she met his gaze as he wiped her face clean. He gave her a kind smile, sighed, and then nodded before saying, "Alright."

Her eyes lit up right and she let out an excited squeal. She hugged him again, bouncing on her toes, then tried to dart away from him. He caught her and pulled her back, then pointed his finger in her face. "Hold on, there are rules." He ignored her groan and went through the list. "You stay in the Underworld, don't talk to anyone you don't know, and if you're in any kind of trouble, you get back here or call for help. Got it?"

She nodded enthusiastically, still bouncing on her feet, and as soon as he released her she ran from the room. He watched the door shut behind her and sighed. He sat back down on the bed and picked his book up. It was only a matter of time before their parents found out he'd let her go off on her own again. Maybe he could finish the book, now that he was alone, before they found out.

Phrixia raced through the halls with no direction in mind, dodging around anyone she came across. She had no destination in mind, she was just happy to be running. She had rooms and space, but none of it let her really run freely like she wanted. Her laughter echoed through the halls everywhere she went, and word was already spreading that she was running loose. She knew it wouldn't be long before her parents heard and came looking for her.

She finally ran out of steam after running nonstop for almost twenty minutes. She stopped and found herself alone in one of the larger halls. She recognized it and realized she'd subconsciously been running towards one of her favorite places. Panting, she continued at a walk, trailing her hand over the rock walls along the way. She didn't run into anyone else as she walked the rest of the way and she got to enjoy the next half hour in silence before she reached her destination.

She stepped out of the hallway into a large cavern. It was a crystal cavern, with crystal clusters of all sizes growing all over. Some were taller even than her and they all glowed and cast the cavern with blue and purple lights. Crystals weren't the only things that grew there, as there were some trees and flora that grew alongside them, fed by Persephone's magic. And the main feature of the room was her favorite part, the pools. There were several of varying sizes and temperatures, with perfectly clear water. They were what gave the cavern its name, the hot springs.

She headed straight to one pool in particular, one of the several that were only lightly steaming. She knew from experience that this pool was the perfect temperature, just shy of being too hot for her skin. It was far too hot for a human and many other mortal creatures, but for her it was nothing. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and sat down on one of the larger rocks that made up the edge of the pool. She slowly dipped her legs in, one at a time, and hissed as the heat hit her. She let them both dangle, slowly kicking through the water, and she leaned back on her arms. Hanging her head back, she stared up at the crystal ceiling.

It was a naturally carved cave and the walls stretched up dozens of feet. There was a hole in the ceiling which let in light from whatever was above the cavern, and that light was reflected by the crystals, adding to the light they gave off. It also let in fresh air that created breezes occasionally, and as she sat there her hair was caught by it. She breathed in the combined scents of the cavern, the fresh air from the ceiling, the fresh water of the pools, and the trees and plants all mixed into the most beautiful perfume.

She closed her eyes and slowly breathed it in. This was one of the few places where she felt at peace, felt like she wasn't trapped underground. This was as free as she could get and she hoped if it was all she ever got in her life, it would continue to be enough.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a noise behind her. She whipped her head up and spun around, fear shooting through her. She knew she'd be caught eventually but she'd hoped she'd have more time. But it wasn't her father or one of his shadows sneaking up on her. It was another nymph, frozen in place as she met Phrixia's gaze. They stared at each other, neither one moving, for over a minute before the strange nymph tentatively smiled. She raised her hand and waved, then squeaked out a, "Hello!"

Phrixia blinked, surprised. Unsure of how to proceed, she hesitantly raised her own hand to return the wave. "Hi?" She looked the nymph up and down. She was shorter than Phrixia, by several inches, with long golden blonde hair. It fell down her back and down her front, reaching just past her waist, and in the front, she had long bangs that fell into her eyes. Eyes that were bright blue, big and round, and they sparkled when she smiled. Phrixia felt herself smiling in response and she didn't try to stop it. "I'm Phrixia."

The nymph's smile grew, and she stepped closer. "I'm Ilo. Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked nervously, her smile dimming slightly. She reached up and grabbed the hair hanging down her front. She twisted it through her fingers, a sign of her nervousness, and she ducked her head slightly to look at the ground.

Phrixia couldn't say no to her if she wanted to, and she wasn't sure she wanted to anyway. She didn't have any friends beyond her siblings, her brothers especially. Friends sounded nice from what she'd heard from others. She tried to reassure Ilo with her smile as she patted the spot a few feet from her. "I don't mind at all, there's plenty of room."

Ilo's nervousness disappeared instantly, and her face brightened up. She grinned and hurried over. She sat down and dipped her legs, skirt and all, into the water. The white fabric quickly turned sheer. She swished them through the water a few times and watched the skirt flow with it before she looked at Phrixia again. She was still smiling when she asked, "So, are you really Nyx and Erebus' daughter?"

Phrixia smiled vanished and her face scrunched up, her confusion at the question clear. "Yes? Why do you ask?" She'd never heard anything like that from anyone and despite her not talking to many people, she usually heard all the rumors in one way or another.

Realizing she probably said something wrong, Ilo looked down at her lap. She twisted her hair again as she quietly explained, "No one ever sees you out and about, not like your siblings. There are some who think you're not actually their child and that instead you're a prisoner."

Phrixia's face fell slack and she stared at the other nymph, shocked, for a long moment. Then, her shock turned into anger. Scowling, she turned her head away and hid her face behind her hair. She crossed her arms over her chest and curled in on herself. "I might as well be a prisoner," she muttered angrily.

An awkward silence fell between them and for two minutes neither of them spoke or moved. Then, Ilo broke the spell. "I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice full of regret and shame. "I often speak without thinking. I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry."

There was no response from Phrixia for several seconds before she let out a heavy sigh. She shrugged, dropped her arms, and hugged her middle. Her anger, so quick to erupt, was already cooling and all that was left was the reality of her life. Pushing those thoughts aside, she tried to joke. "It's not that surprising. From what I've heard from my brothers, nothing moves faster than Hermes down here but gossip." She chuckled weakly but Ilo didn't laugh with her. When Phrixia raised her head, she found herself staring into blue eyes, shimmering with tears. Taken aback by the sorrow in them, she leaned back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can feel your pain," Ilo replied, her voice so soft Phrixia could barely hear it. She suddenly grabbed Phrixia's hand in both of hers. Phrixia tried to pull her hand back but Ilo's grip on it was too strong. She started to demand to be let go, but before she could get the first word out, the hands holding hers began to glow with a blue light. She let out a small gasp and her eyes widened as she stared at them. In just a few seconds, she felt warmth seep into her hand, spread up her arm, and quickly move through her body. When it filled her completely, Ilo abruptly released her hand.

Phrixia raised her hand up to look at it, but there was nothing different about it. The warmth was still there, and as she studied her hand, she realized that it wasn't just affecting her physically. She felt better emotionally, a peaceful feeling she only vaguely recognized. She looked at Ilo, her face lit up with wonder, and asked, "What did you do?"

Ilo's face was wet with her tears. She blinked repeatedly, then her whole body shuddered. She looked down at her hands before she slowly, cautiously, explained, "My father is Acheron, the river of woe. I can feel the pain in others."

"And you can make it go away?" Phrixia asked curiously.

The blonde nymph gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged her shoulder. "My mother is a healer, and so am I. I can ease your sorrow and worry for a time, but it doesn't go away completely."

"That's amazing," Phrixia whispered, looking at her hand again. The warmth was already beginning to fade and she could feel the peace inside her fading with it. She held back a disappointed sigh and looked back at Ilo. She was surprised to see that the other nymph looked worried, nervous, so Phrixia reached out and grabbed her hand. Ilo jumped at the touch but when Phrixia offered her a reassuring smile, she smiled back in return. Squeezing the nymph's hand, she said, "Thank you. That was," she trailed off, struggled to find the words for a brief moment, then continued, "Peaceful. I'd almost forgotten what it feels like. So, thank you."

Ilo both brightened and blushed, and her smile grew. "You're welcome. I'm sorry it doesn't last for long, I'm still learning." Her smile turned sheepish as she needlessly apologized.

"That was more than enough, don't worry. Just, maybe just give me some warning next time?" she joked, chuckling. Ilo chuckled with her, nodding her head, and Phrixia squeezed her hand one last time before releasing it. She pressed her hand to her chest, and her other hand cradled it. It was an attempt to hold onto that warmth until every drop was gone.

They settled into silence for a moment, neither sure of what move to make next, until Phrixia curiously asked, "Is it always out of control like that?" She looked sideways at the Ilo, who was twisting her hair again. Not wanting to make her new friend, if they could be called that already, uncomfortable, she hurried to reassure the blonde. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I'm just curious."

Ilo glanced at her before shrugging and looking back out over the water. "I can control it, usually. Most times I have to touch someone and try to read them before I can feel their pain. But sometimes someone is in so much pain that it bleeds out and if I'm not prepared, it can hit me hard and I can't ignore it."

Phrixia frowned. She hadn't expected that answer. She looked away from Ilo as she thought about her words. She knew she was hurting. She knew she was in pain. How could she not, when she had to essentially escape just to have any sense of freedom, when her parents and siblings alike treated her like she was fragile, or worse, like she was dangerous. It was what she lived with every day, and she'd learned how to push it aside and get things done in spite of it. She just hadn't expected anyone else to be able to see it. She turned her face away, hid partially behind her hair, and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or put any of that on you."

"Oh, you don't have to apologize!" Ilo blurted out, turning to face Phrixia fully. She wanted to reach out to comfort the dark-haired nymph, so much so that she impulsively raised her hand before quickly putting it back down. They weren't friendly enough for that yet and she was worried she'd already pushed her luck grabbing her hand earlier. Instead, she tried to sound reassuring as she explained, "It happens a lot, I'm used to it." When Phrixia didn't respond, she cleared her throat and nervously continued, "I consider it training, if I'm honest. I want to help people, like my mother, so I've got to be prepared for anything. And one day I'm going to grab the wrong person and they're not going to be so kind about it."

Her feeble attempt at a joke worked, Phrixia snorted softly. She turned her head and looked at Ilo through the curtain of her hair. "You know, you were really close to getting punched when you grabbed me," she teased, grinning when Ilo blushed and stammered. "I'm teasing, don't worry. But you are right, not everyone has my restraint. You really need to get that under control."

"I know, I'm trying." Ilo nodded in agreement, brushing her bangs out of her face when they fell forward. "But so much of it is just instinctual, I don't even realize I'm doing it until suddenly I'm done."

Phrixia nodded in understanding. She could relate to that, she still had mishaps with her own powers and she'd been practicing for decades. "I could try to help you practice, if you want," she offered, picking her head up to look at Ilo properly.

Her face brightened in response, and she nodded eagerly. She reached for Phrixia's hands but paused just before touching them. She started to pull them back, an apology automatically slipping through her lips. Phrixia appreciated her thoughtfulness, so she made the connection herself. She grabbed Ilo's hands and squeezed them comfortingly, and she got squeezed in return. They smiled at each other, both delighting in the tentative friendship they had created, but suddenly Ilo's gaze went past Phrixia.

Her delight vanished and fear bloomed over her face. She yanked her hands back from Phrixia and raised them defensively in front of her, ducking her head with a frightened squeak. It took Phrixia several seconds to realize what she was doing, and she sighed heavily. She glanced over her shoulder and wasn't surprised to see a large figure hiding in the shadows just outside the entrance to the cavern. A pair of red eyes, shining in the darkness, met hers and she glared at it. No one moved, save for Ilo's trembling, until finally Phrixia impatiently shouted, "Just come out and quit being weird, Vamakh!"

The figure growled back at her, and she rolled her eyes. She turned back to face Ilo and immediately felt terrible. She hesitantly called out Ilo's name. The blonde nymph peeked at her through her bangs and Phrixia tried to give her a reassuring smile. She pointed over her shoulder at the figure, still hiding in the shadows, and quickly explained, "That's just one of my guards, Vamakh. He won't hurt you, I promise."

Ilo raised her head slightly and looked at Vamakh again. He chose that moment to finally step into the light and revealed himself, which only frightened Ilo again. She gasped and ducked her head back down, this time she even turned her whole body away. And Phrixia couldn't blame her, the manticore looked as dangerous as he was.

With his extraordinarily large lion body, his human-like head was framed by a massive, shaggy black mane. His glowing red eyes were set in his sharp face, just above the rows of razor-sharp teeth in his wide mouth. A pair of leathery, red wings only added to his intimidating size, even folded down as they were. His long tail, which could be used as a whip, ended in a small bushel of hair, but not ordinary hair, this hair could slice skin with barely any pressure. Each foot was armed with thick, curled claws, each one at least two inches long, that couldn't be retracted.

They scraped against the stone floor as he stalked over to them, head dropped low to the ground and eyes locked on Phrixia. She held his gaze easily with absolutely no fear and her fearlessness comforted Ilo enough so that she could sneak glances at him as he approached. He stopped right by Phrixia, put his face up to hers, and he slowly took a deep breath in through his nose. Despite his humanish nose, his sense of smell was just as strong as his other senses. He held the breath for a moment before releasing it. Phrixia waved the breath away from her face and then shoved at his head. "Quit being dramatic, you know I didn't go anywhere. I've been here the whole time."

"After running all over Tartarus, you mean." His voice was a hiss, like that of a cat. He looked her up and down before saying, "You took me on quite the trip this time. You're getting better." He swung his head to finally look at Ilo. He sniffed a few times, blatantly smelling her, and then turned back to Phrixia. "I see you made a friend."

Phrixia looked at Ilo, the question clear in her eyes. The blonde nymph gave her a smile and a nod, and then, despite her fear, reached past Vamakh to take her hand again. Joy burst through her, and she couldn't stop her grin if she'd wanted to. Squeezing Ilo's hand, she turned back to him. "I did. I made a friend."

Vamakh looked back and forth between their faces and their entwined hands. He didn't smile but Phrixia saw the subtle signs in his face, and she knew he was just as glad. His voice, still hissing, sounded warm and sincere as he said, "I'm glad for you, little one." He'd guarded her for many years and he'd seen her be alone, save for her siblings and parents, that whole time. But, as much as he was loathe to do so, he had to get her back. They were already pushing the time limit before her father would come to get her himself. So, he gently nudged their hands apart with his paw, which was easy because Ilo flinched back from him. "I'm sorry, but Phrixia you must return now."

She sighed. Part of her wanted to argue, plead, anything for just a little more time. But the rest of her knew he was right. Her father allowed her these rare moments, it was unspoken but everyone knew if he really wanted her to never go out, he could easily keep guards on her every second of the night, if not just imprison her outright. But he didn't. Instead, he trusted her to her siblings and a few trusted individuals. It had become a game, how long would it take for her to escape and how long would it take them to find her. Everyone involved knew about it, but nobody said it outright. But the game ended when her father decided she'd been gone for too long, and he came to collect her himself. And then everyone suffered the consequences for her little trip. It was easier for everyone if she returned before that happened.

She stood up and dropped her skirt, uncaring that it was soon soaked by the water dripping down her legs. Ilo stood too, her own soaked skirt and legs creating a large puddle around her. They stood still, awkwardly facing each other, for several seconds before Ilo hesitantly held her hands out. Phrixia's face lit up and she eagerly put her hands into the blonde's. Ilo gently squeezed them, simultaneously infusing them with a brief burst of warmth. It faded too fast and Phrixia missed it immediately, but she dropped her hands when Ilo let go. She tucked them behind her back and clasped them together, a feeble attempt to recreate or hold onto that warmth. It didn't work, which didn't surprise her, so she tried not to let her disappointment show on her face. She smiled and got a smile back, and when Vamakh nudged her again, she reluctantly began taking steps backwards.

Ilo stayed in place, nervously playing with her hair, as she watched them back up. She kept glancing at Vamakh but her smile to Phrixia never faltered. When they were several feet away, Vamakh gently turned Phrixia around. She let him move her and followed after him when he headed for one of the cave's exits. She could feel Ilo's gaze on her and she resisted the urge to look back at her, until they made it the cave's naturally occurring doorway. Right before they stepped through, she looked over her shoulder. She met Ilo's gaze, returned the blonde's smile, and they shared one quick wave to each other before she couldn't see her anymore. She faced forward again with a sigh, her head hanging and shoulders slumping. She watched the stone floor as they walked along until something brushed against her hand. She looked sideways at it and saw Vamakh had moved sideways, closer to her. So close that he touched her hand and legs with every step. It made her smile half-heartedly as she mumbled, "Thanks, Vamakh." The manticore said nothing, but against her leg she felt the gentle purr vibrating through him.

#the false nymph #based on greek mythology #my original character #my original work #original story #original writing #original character #rough draft #my writing #writing

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* / arya thelkeld.

age: 24

gender: female (she/her)

species: human

alias: moonlight sonata

birthday: january 14 (zodiac: capricorn)

affiliation: the masked fools

occupation: escort/honeypot assassin

combat type: fire

path: preservation

blog relations: coraline thelkeld (daughter), santiago thelkeld (ex-husband, deceased)

faceclaim: yu mei-ren, fate/grand order: cosmos in the lostbelt

!! TWS !!: mentions of domestic violence/abuse from a partner, mentions of death, and mentions of prostitution.

the only daughter of unknown parents with an unknown occupation, arya lived a seemingly stable life within the walls of her home world. a good education and a good job, she eventually married the man she loved - but even then, happiness does not last forever.

it eventually turned out that the man she loved was not the man she loved at all. after his true colors finally came to light two years into their marriage, arguments erupted like volcanoes, some even going as far as strikes being thrown. arya eventually resorted to cutting most of her hair off so her husband wouldn’t be able to violently grab it and pull her back in a fight. all the fighting, the belittling, the intimidation tactics… arya was bound to snap one day. she had no other choice but to fight back. it was that or she would be killed by his hands.

and it was on that fateful night when another argument was caused from seemingly nothing. and it was time arya put an end to it once and for all.

she was quick to run to their shared bedroom in the house they tragically still lived in, all in the midst of their fighting. despite the chase, her husband was slower than she was due to the head start - and before he could scream at her again, he was met with his wife in tears and holding a gun directly between his eyes before the sound of a gun firing off echoed through the house. the cruelty of her husband finally ended… but at what cost? how she managed to fool the authorities into thinking he took his own life was beyond her… but by the time they realize he was murdered, arya had already vanished without a trace, ready to start over and break the shackles of those she once walked in the shoes of.

the only good thing that came out of that tumultuous point in her life was a child. her precious daughter; coraline, one of the few notes in arya's life that kept her tethered to reality. anything arya ever did, from taking the lives of the corrupt, to sharing her body with strangers for money or intel... she did it to make sure her precious treasure would live a better life than she ever did.

because who knows where arya would be today if it weren't for that precious little light in the darkness of a mother's world.

#* / arya thelkeld (oc).#abuse mention /#death mention /#suggestive cw?#ask to tag /#anyways arya my tragic little scrimble scrumble......

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finitevoid · 4 months

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HH-universe speedforce lore dump:

The speedforce is the cosmic force that exists outside of physical reality in all parts of the dcu. It is, to put it as simply as possible, the rawest form of concentrated energy. It is every shred of energy that ever was, is, and ever will be. it is all movement and change. when you move your arm, that’s the speedforce. when your cells respirate, that’s the speedforce. when time moves forward, that’s the speedforce.

it predates life, obviously. it will also outlive it. the speedforce is 4ever because it is time. chaos aligned magic users call it “the vastness”. order aligned magic users call it “time”. Constantine calls it That Fucking Thing I Don’t Ever Want To Deal With. the shazams call it “power”. the greek pantheon call it “lightning”. it’s one of those things that the more cosmic members of the dcu are all just kind of aware of and know exists but it’s so elevated beyond their comprehension that a. There’s no reason for them to engage directly with it and b. They really don’t fucking want to. It’s like looking god in the eyes.

the name “speedforce” was coined by max mercury three hundred years ago. it was the first name he thought to call it, went, “ugh, that’s stupid,” and couldn’t think of a better one.

It does not possess a consciousness and it is not alive but it’s also, to an extent, self-aware. It’s in kind of a gray area of sentience that’s beyond any human concept of the word. when humans and other complex life started showing up in the various universes it was like huh. What happens if I do this? and shot some of them up with pure concentrated speedforce and gave them a part of itself.

sooooo, speedsters are “speedforce conduits”. this essentially means that they’re jacked up directly to the speedforce’s brain juices and it makes them a. Very fast b. Cosmically elevated sometimes and c. Craaaaazy

the speedforce exists in all things BUT it actually does have a literal “home base” as it were. in the spaces in-between dimensions it exists, rushing past and through them. like the speedforce is a vast sea and the dimensions of the dcu exist in and on top of it. and none of this is super physical stuff, I’m talking like 6th dimension mind-bending nonsense right now

I see the speedforce called “speedster heaven” a lot and that’s not an untrue comparison but I think it’s more akin to nirvana if we’re comparing it as a mythological concept. the speedforce conduits LOVE being in the speedforce. It’s like a comforting feeling of being subsumed. Consumption as love. like they’re little satellites returning to the mother ship. It feels right. It feels correct to them. It’s like slotting back into place. so it brings them calm and contentment to be there. once inside, it’s deeply difficult to leave it.

important concept roundup:

relative time: refers to how when going super fast, time for speedforce conduits (can) continue to seem normal and linear. this means that the rest of the world inches by them, while their bodies and minds are moving at what seem to be to them a normal speed.

liminal time: a personal term for when a speedster is going so fast, and everything else seems so slow, that a speedster is completely and utterly alone in the transience of movement

healing factor: refers to how when injured, speedforce conduits will heal at a much faster rate than normal humans due to their bodies using their speedforce connection

fast/super metabolism: refers to how speedsters need to eat more and sleep less than most people because of that Raw Energy Coursing Through Them.

lightning rod: a speedster’s important person/people. Refers to when a speedster is in the speedforce, lost in the nirvana sauce, the only thing that can pull them back out again is the connections they have with people still in the physical world. if a lightning rod isn’t another speedster, they will form a connection-to-the-speedforce by proxy, which gives them certain boons such as: slower aging, slightly faster healing, immunity to injury by g-force and friction burn and other things that may be incurred by being carried at superspeed, and, inexplicably, immunity to mind-control, including THE ANTI-LIFE EQUATION. marry a speedster to avoid the apocalypse, ig

the black racer: the speedforce’s chosen speedster, who’s been like, squished and compressed until he’s just kind of a husk with just the speedforce inside, who is sent after speedsters who Need To Die Now. because of the above concepts, speedsters end up being kind of immortal. the speedforce will subsume them after bodily death, but they can return from such a situation if their connection to their lightning rods is strong enough. and the speedforce has a tendency to pick conduits with, um, panache, to put it nicely. so when speedsters come back who aren’t supposed to, the black racer goes wheee and tries to drag them back into the speedforce. If you can outrun it you’re pretty much set tho. It’ll always be there when you decide it’s time <3

mostly speedsters are funny guys. But they are above time. they exist almost outside of physical reality. the flesh is slow and clunky and inefficient. but they continue to inhabit the heavy meat sacks we call bodies because living is painful and beautiful and because of the power of love

speedsters are categorized as metahumans for a few reasons:

1. as far as we know, only people with dormant metagenes have ever become conduits, and after becoming conduits they had an activated-metagene. It’s reasonable to assume that the speedforce’s presence activates their metagene. however, their “meta” powers are not genetic, and are rather because of a connection to the speedforce. personally, I think this is because the speedforce is humoring our silly mortal need to have explanations for things

2. there’s no real other way to classify them. what qualitative distinction is there between a speedster and another human with meta powers? speedsters are on another tier of power, for sure, but they aren’t aliens, and they aren’t amazons or atlanteans. they’re regular humans with superpowers, so… metahumans

3. g gorgon godfrey loves to mock them all on national television so the oppression points are the same

all of the explanations for superspeed that predate knowledge of the speedforce are kinda just… people finding an explanation for something they almost understand but don’t. the speed equation, the chemical explosion, the metagene… it’s not anyone’s natural instinct to assume there’s a primordial force of pure energy out there giving you cosmic superpowers, so obviously your small mortal mind is gonna come up with a reason you can jog at the speed of sound before the fact that you can do that melts your brain

and prolonged and repeated exposure to the speedforce makes its conduits more and more insane and distanced from the thought of having a heavy slow fleshy body instead of being just Vibrating Molecules Of Pure Energy. this becomes an issue as they age

also being born a speedforce conduit makes your body age erratically and, occasionally, completely incorrectly. baby speedforce conduits have to control their increased and more direct proximity to the speedforce before they can be like at all functional human beings. for example. Wally remembers what it was like to function at a normal speed. Bart has no context for what such a life would even look like. Wally struggles with getting and staying connected to the speedforce. Bart struggles with slowing down enough to understand anyone around him

and that’s my HH speedforce lore dump thanks bye

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