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fictional-library-tournament · 5 months

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Prelims round 1, poll 19

Propaganda

Scarlet Devil Mansion Library, Touhou:

It's said to have books of all kind, in thousands of different languages, and about countless different things. Some of the books were written by the librarian herself, Patchouli Knowledge. The was also probably one of the first recognizable set pieces in the windows touhou games, being the fourth stage in it's introductory game.

The Lines Between, Dimension 20: Neverafter:

Contains all versions of every story ever written, told, or imagined - free existential horror with every checkout!

"You're nothing more than scratches of ink on someone else's piece of paper."

The Lines Between is a massive place between stories, and staffed by diverse and deific librarians who are just doing their best, such as Glossary, Key, Legend and Index. The library is physically made of books, scrolls, and parchment. Its areas include the Hall of Stories, the Canonade, the Tower of Tales, and perhaps most remarkably: a brilliant view of the Auroratory. It is a beautiful aurora borealis of voices, preserving auratory stories that aren't necessarily written down. It is possible to swim up and into the Auroratory.

Fort Maria Library, Star Sable Online:

(All images come from ssoblr users)

So this is not necessarily a public library and it was abandoned for a long time (as far as we know) but the druids have it up again recently in game. It was built as part of Fort Maria centuries ago by the time of the game, and holds books from all those eras.

It is a gorgeous and expansive place with secret passageways, rare tomes, fluffy seats, old abandoned research, a lot of study areas, old relics, a moving bookcase to a portal cavern and even its very own library ghost!

It is, in my opinion, one of the most atmospheric places in the game. Even without sound on it is gorgeous and bring across its intention incredibly well, and with the sound on it is incredibly eerie. The music here is very limited and quiet, and the player’s footsteps echo through the library.

I feel like whatever you’re researching, you will find something on it in here. It feels like a place you could spend your whole life reading in, and still only have read a tiny fraction of the books there.

the citizens of jorvik (fictional star stable online island) keep all the witchcraft books in there and all their super secret and cool magic books, it was closed for years and it's very mysterious. one of the coolest characters (mrs. holdsworth) in the whole game hangs out there a lot, and it's home to a cute little capran named beatrix and she took her name from her favorite book. the only way you get in the library is by feeding her snacks and reading her books and she's also one of the coolest characters in the game (imo). also beatrix is friends with one of the horses in the game and she often is seen playing with the horse so :) OH and also there's a full heckin portal room in the lower floor!!! with a little pond and a portal that at some point the main characters (the "soul riders") get kicked in by the evil guys (the "dark riders") into this place called devil's gap (despite the name there's just one witch basically vibing in the gap potentially helping out the evil guys but we haven't figured that out yet). and it's gorgeous, if you're worrying about looks. the inside is all wooden and home-y and the portal room is also very pretty eye candy, it's very glow-y.

Bookholm, The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers

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pipipyuni · 1 year

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hii! could i request a lo’ak x fem!metkayina!reader who like just absolutely LOVES his hands. like, will just hold his pinky whenever he feels bad about it, and genuinely just thinks it is the coolest thing? (bit strange ik but anyways 😇) <33

With These Hands, I'll Give you the World

wc: 1105

gender: fem

cw(s): none! all fluff

pairing: lo'ak x metkayina!reader

an: shimmy shimmy yay shimmy yay shimmy ya--anyway, i love lo'ak!!

content can be read below the cut!

All Lo’ak wanted to do was help out a little around the village, really. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into you, the pretty daughter of a fairly well-respected fisherman, much less for you to ask for his help.

He’d seen you around before, sure, but he never really got the chance to actually, well, talk to you before. Between his swimming lessons and other misadventures, he hadn’t found much time to explore the village.

So when he finds you struggling to pull in what seems to be a fishing net, he can’t help but want to offer his assistance.

“Need some help there?”

Your head jerks toward him, eyes wide with shock as your mouth hangs open dumbly. With flattened ears and a downcast gaze, you offer him a small nod, moving over to make some room beside you on the net.

He finds the evident blush on your cheeks adorable despite his own cheeks being set ablaze. It’s only when you turn to him questioningly does he clear his throat and turn his gaze back to the heavy net.

Three tugs is all it takes for the two of you to pull the net from the water. It’s full of flopping fish and the occasional seaweed, but your eyes sparkle with joy nonetheless.

“Thank you so much!” Your smile is blinding, rendering Lo’ak almost speechless if not for the small choked hum of agreement that falls pathetically from his throat. He raises one of his hands to bashfully rub the nape of his neck–a habit he picked up from Neteyam in their younger years.

Your gaze follows his hand, and you gasp once your eyes land on the extra finger. He freezes at the sound of your gasp, trailing your line of sight back to his hand. He can feel his jaw clench as shame bubbles deep within his gut.

He didn’t choose to be born different, and if he did have the choice, he sure as hell wouldn’t have chosen to have extra fingers of all things.

Though, he can’t help but feel sad at the thought of losing yet another potential friend.

Stupid fucking pinky. What kind of name is that anyway?! Who in their right mind–

“No wonder you’re so strong!”

What…? He snaps his scowl away from the sand only to find you beaming and practically shaking from excitement. Your eyes are so wide with curiosity and bright that he feels as though even a thousand suns pale in comparison.

“That’s so cool! Sometimes I wish I had an extra finger… It would help with weaving, I think? I don’t know. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. Do you weave? I like weaving, it’s relaxing! Especially nets, they’re my favorite. They’re just so easy–oh, Great Mother, am I rambling again? Father says I have a problem with talking too much when I’m excited.”

Upon noticing his silence, you bring your hands to your mouth in order to stop yourself from uttering another word.

Oh no, had you offended him?! That wasn’t your intention, truly. How inconsiderate of you! The poor boy has probably heard enough about his hands, and there you go, most likely furthering his insecurity!

Through your admittedly dramatized inner monologue, you fail to notice the slow flick of his tail, or how his ears flatten against the side of his head, coated with the same purple hue that dusts his cheeks.

“You think they’re cool?” His voice is barely above a whisper as if he’s afraid to ask–like his ears had lied to him, or something of the sort. There’s a glimmer in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

Infatuation? Adoration?

Regardless, you nod fervently, smiling brightly despite your flushed and strained cheeks. Lo’ak watches your reactions carefully, the shame in his gut blooming into something lighter—something that catches his throat and clenches his heart painfully.

Cute. The thought returns at full force at the sight of your smile. His mouth parts, a small smile unintentionally tugging at the ends of his lips. He brings his hand from behind his neck, flipping between his palm and the back of his hand.

“Yeah…I guess it is.”

Your giggle is a symphony to his ears, and for once, Lo’ak feels seen as more than the boy with demon blood, or Toruk Makto’s son.

Before you part, the net of fish carefully thrown over your shoulder, Lo’ak catches your free wrist.

“I, uh, never caught your name,” he unintentionally tightens his grip around your wrist as he waits with a bated breath.

“[Name]… My name is [Name].”

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Bonus:

Alone, and in the safety of his family’s marui, Lo’ak finds himself staring longingly at his pinky fingers.

“...Lo’ak!” Kiri stands in front of him, her hands planted on her hips as exasperation paints her features. Seeing her brother finally look up from his hands, Kiri lets her hands fall limply to her side, softly sighing as she takes a seat by her brother on the floor. “I’ve been calling you for at least two minutes, skxawng.”

She looks down at her hands, inspecting them, just as Lo’ak had been doing just moments prior. There’s nothing off about them, to her, at least. With pursed lips and furrowed brows, she turns her gaze back to her brother. Once again, she finds him staring longingly, though, this time it’s out a window.

Kiri smirks knowingly, “So, who’s the unlucky person?” She grabs his shoulders, shaking him lightly. Lo’ak brushes her hands off, a scowl pulling on his lips as he hisses at his sister. Kiri’s smirk falls into a soft smile at her brother’s sudden bashfulness, pulling at his downturned cheek, earning yet another hiss from him.

Swatting her hands away, Lo’ak blushes, “No one!”

“No one, huh?” She points outside the window at someone. At you. “Then why were you staring at her, skxawng?”

There’s a beat of silence between the two before Kiri stands, stretching her arms above her head before ruffling Lo’ak’s hair, “I was going to ask if you wanted to swim, but it’s clear you’ve got things to sort through on your own.”

“You aren’t as slick as you think, little brother.” She winks, snorting slightly at his wide eyes, “Buut, if you want my advice, I say go for it. I’m pretty sure I heard Tsireya talking to her about a crush…”

“You were eavesdropping?!”

She leaves promptly without answering his question, sticking out her tongue playfully one last time before she’s fully out the door.

Once again alone, Lo’ak stares at his hands.

…Maybe his extra fingers were a blessing in disguise.

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#avatar—✸#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak fluff

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birchbow · 3 months

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Was Kurloz titled before he became the GHB? And relatedly, does the clown pope need to sign off on titles, or just public consensus of other highly regarded clowns? (I could imagine that Kurloz might have been doing a balancing act of demonstrating to others that he is going to be a serious contender for the throne while also avoiding drawing the attention of Rakhem before he felt ready to challenge? But also it seems like the former GHB didn’t pay much attention to his faithful flock, and maybe being titled doesn’t require his stamp of approval? But then again Kurloz did have a bit of a meteoric rise by typical standards so maybe there just wasn’t opportunity before he was already crowned?)

TBH regardless of how getting a title usually works, my internal narrative says that Kurloz was intent on demonstrating that he was serious about taking the throne, and very intentionally didn't take a title because of that. "I've got the only one I want in mind and it's Grand Highblood" kind of vibes. As far as approval from the GHB for titles goes... a few interesting possibilities spring to mind;

the consensus of the community is what solidifies a title, in much the same way that you can WANT a nickname but until the people around you make it happen, you don't really have a nickname. You can come up with the coolest name you can think of but if nobody agrees you deserve it or it fits you it's not going to fly. Conceptually hilarious tbh.

the GHB is supposed to approve titles for members of the church--potentially only if the title in some way speaks to their religious status? You can be the Sanguise or Brother Cullclaw or whatever, but you can't be the Carnival or Sister Holyfang without the okay from the head of the church? In which case since Rakhem was already becoming aware of Kurloz as a potential threat as he was coming up, he probably would have slapped down any attempt to gain a title even if Kurloz wanted one.

Either way, Kurloz didn't have one before he took over, haha. :D To answer your actual question.

#ask time!#idk bro you don't feel like a The Slayfang what if your title was The Flipshit. yknow because you flip your shit when people say youre stup

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jennifersminds · 6 months

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bestie what Lana Del Rey songs fit tvd characters or just tvd to you?

my bestie, my love, thank you so much for this ask !!!

as someone who's endlessly obnoxious about both tvd and lana del rey this is quite literally a dream come true so-,

SONGS FITTING TVD AS WHOLE

Video Games

"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do, I tell you all the time"

tvd at it's core is about people doing unjustifiable things for 'love'. Whether i choose to read some relationships as more of a predatory obsession, the crux of this show is damaged grieving people sacrificing and further damaging themselves and others in the pursuit of it, see the mikaelsons with eachother and the salvatore's with Elena and Elena with basically everyone. And I've always read Video Games as both one of the most beautiful love songs of all time but also as an acknowledgment of codependence and lost potential. The song romanticises monotony and mundane life, which is fair. but there's a touch of melancholy beneath the surface of picture perfect normalcy. much like tvd itself.

Love

Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing can get confusing

...

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it

following that theme,

"part of the past but now you're the future," Could refer to any of the vampire's in the show but I personally love it when thinking of Elena and the doppelganger's before her. In the background of all of history but with an endless future before her. "You could get the blues, But that don't mean that you should abuse it," EVERY FKN KID ON THAT SHOW. And yes I mean kid, the MF gang were children. And they did, in fact, get the blues and abuse it.

ELENA

Norman Fucking Rockwell

"you're just a man, it's just what you do, you're head in your hands as you colour me blue."

Anyone who's read my endless rambling before knows where I'm going with this but, jfc the salvatore's !!! Both Stefan and Damon (and canon as a whole but wtv) view their mistreatment of Elena as something unavoidable. Following the theme of horrific acts in the name of love from earlier, Stefan didn't have a choice in entering Elena's life. To him, it was his right, his purpose. (he had to know her).

Despite Elena being a grieving child who did not need any more bullshit in her life. He had too. And when that later caused even further turmoil, both from his own actions and indirect, unintended consequences. He metaphorically put his head in his hands, it wasn't just her suffering but him. In fact, if he really thought about it, later in canon, that is. It was almost equally her fault what happened. From his POV atleast.

Damon basically follows all the same beats but is more open about it, bemoaning his own lost chances with Elena as something completely disconnected to his very purposeful and avoidable choices to cause her pain. He's impulsive, it's not his fault.

"Goddamn, man child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two"

Damon could only dream of being 6'2 but you get it.

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

For one, she is very pretty when she cries, and two, see above.

ELIJAH (essentially every 'she fucked that old man' song in ldr's discography)

Million Dollar Man

"Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you,"

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

He is screwed up and brilliant and he does break my heart.

BONNIE

Season of the Witch

Obviously, like... (also Davina, I never talk about her but that's my girl)

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

Similarly too Elena, she's also pretty but the thesis of Bonnie's character is unfortunately being let down by the people around her. If tvd hadn't had jplec as a showrunner we probably would've gotten some proper character arc about that before season eight but...

ELEJAH

Cinnamon Girl

"There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did"

kill me. literally fucking kill me like it's them fr.

BEKLENA

Doin' Time (yes it's a cover but Lana owns it tbf)

"Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit"

The toxic girlfriends I deserved but wtv.

"I'd like to hold her head underwater"

Because she drowned her.

REBEKAH

Old Money

"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you"

Stuck in an endless cycle of finding freedom and falling back to help Klaus when he needs it.

"The power of youth is on my mind Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time Will you still love me when I shine From words but not from beauty My father's love was always strong My mother's glamour lives on and on Yet still inside, I felt alone For reasons unknown to me"

Never ending quest for humanity and mortality, her eventual fate of taking the cure. The loneliness of her thousand years etc

Honorable mentions for, Young and Beautiful (pretty much everyone's mortal x immortal ships anthem but specifically the Klarolines fuck with it so hard which I repect). Say Yes to Heaven, also works for literally every ship but it's always very Kolvina to me.

#char rambles #there are so many more but this was getting too long #will rb if I have more thoughts but #tvd #elena gilbert #elejah #the vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson #asks <3 #lana del rey #ldr #bonnie bennett #kolvina #klaroline #tvdu #lyrics #long post

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zaranthropy · 2 months

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I've been looking at Suzumi star pages (particularly the arabic ones) and getting some Symbolism Revelations™ this evening that people may enjoy as food for thought.

Starting with the most lore-related one, Benny's name is often theorized to come from Benetnasch, the first star in the Big Dipper constellation. What nobody tells you however is that benny's star is originally called Alkaid, "the leader". Benetnasch comes from banaatunna'ash (Arabic; "بنات نعش", "the mourning maidens" lit. "Daughters of the bier") and is the arabic name of the big dipper constellation. A bier is a stand on which a corpse, coffin, or casket containing a corpse is placed to lie in state or to be carried to the grave. This relates to the original myth of Banaatunna'ash.

for the Bedouins of the Syrian desert, the Daughters of Nash accuse al-Jaday, i.e. Polaris, to have killed their father. But al-Farqadân [Ursa Minor] deem that the killer is not al-Jaday but Suhayl, and interpose between them and the North star. That is the reason why they are called al Hawâjzîn, “the Interposers”: they prevent the daughters from slaking their thirst for vengeance, and condemn them to turn indefinitely around the Pole.

From Our Arabic Heritage in the Celestial Vault.

Why this is interesting is because not only is Benny depicted to be the "leader" of the Suzumi collective– in the same constellation's naming origins (which influenced the names of Alkaid and Benetnasch), not only is Suzumi as a whole a being who seeks to sate their bloodlust for vengeance on Tsubakura, there also exists a Hamal among Alkaid's two companion stars, the other two mourning maidens.

The daughters of the bier, i.e. the mourning maidens, are the three stars of the handle of the Big Dipper, Alkaid, Mizar, and Alioth; while the four stars of the bowl, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, and Dubhe, are the bier.

From Medieval Islamic Astronomy.

Considering how Hamee often refers to themself as a maiden, this could point to a potential explanation as to why they do this.

Moving onto Hamee's star, Hamal – the current name of the star – (arabic; "حَمْل") refers to a little year-old lamb originally and not the ram as one may envision when looking at its relationship to Aries, this was an interpertation later introduced by the Greek. The star itself also is originally called "the horns of the lamb", specifically in reference to the tiny nubs you'd see on the head of a first-year fat tailed sheep, and is a similar case as with Benetnasch [name of constellation becomes the name of star because "wah arabic complicated" or something]. This exact type of sheep is also the one that would've been there for Jesus times if biblical allegories are your thing (parable of the lost sheep comes to mind). Also, in modern usage, the star is called "the headbutter/the headstrong", (Arabic; الناطح), so do with that what you will.

Arde has to have had the coolest one by far methinks, as Aldebaran is the only Suzumi star name that doesn't originally belong to a constellation and retains its original Arabic form plus it's the one with the most well-rounded mythology and cultural significance that just so happens to fit Arde well. To start, let's talk about the constellation right next to Aldebaran. Al-Thuriyya (Pleiades) has to be THE most famous constellation in Arab star mythology, being also related to Suhail (remember that guy?), and is also the reason of the name Aldebaran (Arabic; الدِبَران (full historical name; "الهادي الدِبَران")), meaning "The Follower" or "The Pursuing One", being given to the star right on its northwestern side.

According to an Arab legend from some point in the 7th century, Aldebaran was a poor and destitute person, while Al-Thuriyya was a beautiful and young girl. She impressed Aldebaran, so he decided to propose to her. He wanted someone to accompany him to the engagement ceremony, but he did not find anyone. So he went to the moon and asked him to try as much as he could to marry him to her, and the moon complied and went to her. But she refused, and after the moon pressed her, she said: “What should I do with this runt who has no money?”. The moon returned and told Aldebaran what had happened, but Aldebaran insisted on marrying her. He only owned sheep, so he took them all to Al-Thuriyya so that she would agree to marry him. The twenty sheep that Aldebaran led to the Pleiades are what came to be called “The Hyades,” which became the name of a star cluster that appears close to Aldebaran in the sky. The two stars near Aldebaran are his dogs, which he took with him and the sheep. As such, Aldebaran began to guide (follow) the Pleiades in the sky forever, along with his sheep, guiding them wherever they went. Thus, Aldebaran became a symbol of loyalty, while the Pleiades became a symbol of treachery. This loyalty was even mentioned in some Arabic proverbs: “More loyal than Al-Hadi (Al-Hadi Al-Dabran (Aldebaran)) and more treacherous than Al-Thuriyya (the Pleiades).”

Aldebaran also takes onto some mythology of its own as well, being a star whose rising is known to signal the beginning of the harshest periods of summer– Aldebaran became a star of ill omen to the Arabs of ancient times, even earning its own threatening rhymed prose;

اذا طلع الدبران, توقدت الحزان, وكرهت النيران, واستعرت الذبان, ويبست الغدران, ورمت بأنفسها حيث شاءت الصبيان.

When Aldebaran [the Follower] rises, the rugged lands abounding in jagged rocks burn, the fires are hated, the flies spread like fire, the pools of water left by torrents dry up, and the young children throw themselves wherever they desire.

From When the Follower Rises.

Seeing as Arde is the Suzumi who often keeps Hamee in check, holding them on a proverbial leash, them being "the follower" makes a lot of sense when you consider their canonical position (as one who herds sheep (Hamee) while following the leader (Benny)). They also share similarities with Benetnasch, having two lesser stars associated with them (the "dogs") and being the brightest star of their respective constellations. Hamee is the only one who only has one lesser star, poor hambone.

Tl;dr I'm just sharing my silly region-locked star lore for everyone else to enjoy 😊 hope this unlocks as much Suzumi headcanons in your brain as it did mine

#my rambles #len'en project #suzumi kuzu #arabic astrology #7th century arabs seeing arde show up in the sky second month of summer to scream BIG MISTAKE DA and bring irreparably harsh drought: ☹️

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yomakairesident · 3 months

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I am so normal about yokai watch

Fun little doodle page I made while at home listening to music + in class :)

I really like K'mon-K'mon's design, he's really fun and shaped <33 I am also both cringe and free so I drew my 'sona inspirited

I recently got to Rongo Swirll's boss battle in a playthrough I'm watching, and he is just. So extra for no reason I love him. A FULL MINUTE drum solo MID BATTLE. He is the guy ever!!

Near the right I have my interpretation on Fuu2 and Mee2 (missed the opportunity to name her Mee3 so they could both rhyme </3) I found it funny that Keita took the whole alt universe thing surprisingly well!! Also Baddinyan is up there because I love him and it's not a doodle page without Baddinyan

(Agghg this one's a bit blurry sorry)

I just. LOVE Casanuva's design, pretty boy,,, mainly practicing my little stylization of his design :3

I think a fusion that originally started as just an extension of a character and formed their own personality has angst potential but that's a post for another day foreshadowing laugh

Lastly we just have a few misc. Doodles. The robot looking fella is a fusion of my friend @sketchdeath22 (Sorry for the ping love youuu :3) they are the coolest guy ever and I wanted to draw friends as yokai so here it is X3 I don't draw robots all that often but I love Robonyan so whatever lol

I doodled pookivil and changed a bit about his design because I usually do that for the recolors because they deserve Unique Design Things. Pookivil stayed mostly the same because is is supposed to be the shadow the hedgehog of Pinkiepoo but ykyk :>

Wrote out Nagabana aka Babblong's name on the little talisman things in the anime because he's my guy. He is just like me fr!! Lastly a full body picture of K'mon² because yeah :]

#I love yokai watch I love love yokai watch!!#Sorry for the poor image quality!! Aughh!! I'm not a photographer if my AP Prod Fund grade had any th thing to say for it hehoo #Hehjrrr rn my fave guys are K'mon-K'mon Rongo Swirll Roughraff and Babblong I love them WHAHAHAHA #Yokai Watch #I actually don't feel like tagging all the yokai on this one #Doodling #I should really make an art tag lmao I'll do that at some point #○ posts from yōmakai #Buenas noches

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koneko-pi · 1 year

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HELP. Feels a little out of place doing her profile first but I've been reworking her a lot and am finally getting satisfied with her UuU so here is Leolai, a character who's been in the works for a while. It's kind of funny how a next gen oc is getting the first profile. I very much have enjoyed her as a character and who she is, as I think it creates potential for some nice drama and conflict for specific reasons.

Some of this may be subject to change in the future.

Leolai Alette

A homunculus created by a fairy named Gepetta and taken in by Briar Rose after her defeat during the spade kingdom arc.

Aggressive

Distant

Quiet

Awkward

Leolai's was created by a fairy named Gepetta, whos magic involved making hyper realistic dolls of other people after she was able to study their Grimoire. However this fairy had an unhealthy obsession with going beyond just dolls and wanted to make something REAL and ALIVE. So with her magic, experimentation and a sample of potent mana (Fuegoleon's arm in this case) she finally managed to make Leolai, but Gepetta was slain during the spade kingdom arc by Briar Rose shortly after her creation. Leolai, as an infant, was later discovered and adopted by Brair. Her presence sparked many fights between Briar and other individuals; Fuegoleon especially, who insisted on taking the girl in himself. But Briar would fight him on it due to the fairy blood in her body and nature of her "birth", wanting to keep an eye on her herself. This would spark a rather intense feud between the Vermillion's and the Silva's once Mereoleona got involved. It would be settled eventually as Leolai got older.

Leolai would be confused as she was the spitting image of Fuegoleon (because she's basically his altered clone) yet she lived within the Silva family being raised alongside Avalina, Nymphadora and Mikhail. While the two families settled on letting her move between the two houses so she could see Fuegoleon, she ultimately lived with the Silva's so Briar could oversee her growth. As she wasn't sure what would happen to her as she got older.

Growing up Leolai would be lonely, choosing not to interact with her adoptive siblings because they were moms "real children" while she saw herself as some kind of fake. And she couldn't understand why she was being shared between the two families.

She eventually does learn of her origins and her aggression only skyrockets as she becomes tormented by emotions and confusion. Feeling lost. Briar will keep her close and act as motherly as she can, as Leolai's magic is the spitting image of her younger sister, Cinderella.

It is later determined by Briar that Leolai is the new Cinderella fairy, her Mana stones manifesting on her chest as she gets older.

Trivia

Leolai really likes sharks

While she is difficult at times, she really wants friends

'Alette' is Briar's family name.

Like Briar, Leolai is a black hole for sugary treats. (it's a fairy thing)

Because of how she was "born" Leolai does not have a grimoire. This is also a sign of her fairy magic

Leolai's name is a combination of Vermillion tradition and Briar's sentiment. Leo- a commonly used in man family vermillion names. And Lorelai- the name of Briar's aunt, who she loved deeply. Nozel came up with it when Briar and Mereoleona were bickering on what her name should be.

She thinks Fuegoleon's egg trick is the coolest thing in the world.

She looks like Fuegoleon's little clone because no other DNA was used in her creation.

#black clover #black clover oc #fuegoleon vermillion #black clover fanart #black clover art #Oc: Leolai #koneko oc

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katyspersonal · 10 months

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A potential of ANOTHER ideological conflict in Bloodborne

I've been thinking back about the concept that what Bloody Crow is doing would be considered a "blasphemy" for Hunter of Hunters traditions and mindset and discussion on it with @heraldofcrow ( x ), but it got me thinking of an AU/sequel/whatever regarding the concept?

Like, imagine if after Eileen retires, Bloody Crow would instead take the mantle of Hunter of Hunters for good and repurpose the agenda and the tradition of a covenant? Instead of tradition of the Sky Burial, it WOULD now align with search of the Blood Dregs within blood-drunk hunters, officially and deliberately. Instead of letting the birds eat the body of a blood-drunk hunter and thus deliver their soul into "Heaven, or maybe Hunter's Dream"? Now the agenda is, "Even if they've fallen morally, they can still be reborn into something good".

Not a secret that Blood Dregs look like bloody sperm cells, but also seem to have "faces" like Messengers', or even Flora's. They are 'blood echoes', souls of those a hunter killed! So, Bloody Crow could make a believable point that letting the fallen "atone" this way, by becoming a material for creation of a 'bigger' being, is a solid strategy too! When this 'child of blood' is born, they might be a beginning of a better era for humans, after all!

And the coolest part? I could see even remaining Old Hunters see some meaning in it. Both "strategies" deal with superstition - but at the same time in Bloodborne lore, any superstition can be an absolutely real thing. There ARE magic and gods!

Furthermore, the 'Dream', and Nightmare (Winter Lanterns' heads are made of melted Messengers) deal with the Moon Presence by association. And it very well could be that Pthumeru Ihyll, and as follows, Vilebloods are "opposing" force to it! Imposter Iosefka (who is implied to be a Cainhurst noble too) and Annalise can both recognise the "scent of Moon" from Paleblood Hunter, Pthumeru Ihyll like Loran are said to have incurred wrath and curse of the Great Ones, Healing Church has Moon simps (Laurence and Ludwig namely) that went against Cainhurst the way they did... All that!

So, traditional ways of Hunters of Hunters, carried on until Eileen are more 'Team Moon', and Crow's new ways would be more 'Team Curse/Blood' hahahah! Maybe he'd even slightly alter uniform too, making it instead resemble black wings, bloodied ones too. Hahah... living up to his nickname.....

#bloodborne #bloody crow of cainhurst #bloodborne headcanons #eileen the crow #there is more to this train of thought...#like the whole mess with the idea that deaths of viola and gascoigne's insanity were crow's plot all along!#because puppeteer Crow is great!#and i was imagining Henriett who was friends with the family confronting him about it #but eventually getting gaslighted into accepting what happened!#because 'gascoigne already was going insane on his own and abusive towards her and-#-it would not be long until he'd go at her and even the girls on his own so i just accelerated it'#the worst part? it makes SENSE #the scariest thing about some mad shit is when it actually makes SENSE! it has REASONING!#but it was just not the point of the post so in the tags ranting i go

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The first timeline's Homura Akemi wished for true friends, and got Madoka, Mami and Kyoko (the wish didn't pull in Sayaka, because those two don't get along in any universe), plus a functioning heart and eyes into the bargain. Her wish magic let her share her friends' magic with one another, and so she became something like a leader to the Holy Trio, supplementing Mami's firepower and Kyouko's mobility by letting them borrow each others' tricks, and helping them to reconcile with one another. She was also an enormous, embarrassing chuunibyou who helped Mami name all her attacks (including the combined-powers fusion technique L'ultimo Balletto) and practiced hair flips in the mirror.

Madoka Kaname was saved from a witch by the coolest girl she'd ever met (Homura, fronting very, very hard to impress the cutest girl in her class). Kyouko and Mami were leery of keeping Madoka around – Kyouko for fear of competition, and Mami for fear of Madoka getting hurt even worse, since she'd suffered a nasty scar from Izobel the Artist Witch – but Homura wanted her by her side, not even as a fellow magical girl, but as the kind of ordinary friend she'd fantasized about having for years in various medical wards.

Then came Walpurgisnacht. The shelter didn't make it. Neither did the Kanames. And the Holy Trio...

"I wasn't ever going to live long. And these past few weeks, after making my wish... I've been so happy that it almost seems unfair. Like I cheated the universe. So, no matter how this ends..."

It might've ended there, but, well, Kyubey. Madoka's wish wasn't to save Homura, though, who she didn't think she could stand with as an equal, even in death. Instead, Madoka wished to spend just a little more time with her – to extend that little slice of paradise that Homura coveted, that she was willing to die for –

"I wish that I could stay by Homura's side just a little longer, and live out a wonderful, ordinary life with her, for as long as she wants me."

In the end, even with a magical wish, Madoka Kaname the ordinary girl didn't consider herself capable of asking for something as big as everyone surviving past Walpurgisnacht. In the end, dreaming beyond your potential just leads to more suffering, doesn't it? So instead she restricted herself to supporting her best friend's desire to live out the best month-and-a-half of her life... again and again and again, carrying her scarred, changed body to each new timeline, the damaged, traumatized facilitator of an endlessly looping magical girl paradise where everyone gets to be special, over and over again. (She strangles her own potential in the process. No Madoka Kaname will reach beyond what her grasp permits, ever again.)

If Homura finds it in herself to be strong again – to be that perfect, unbreakable girl who could defeat even Walpurgisnacht if she had her friends behind her – then they'll escape this maze of time. (If she ever got sick of ordinary life and frailty and an ever-repeating everyday, she could certainly become that heroine who saves everyone. Who saved Madoka. Who Madoka fell for, who Madoka could help like no one else could, who became so amazing because she fought for Madoka. Just one more time. Please?) But Madoka Kaname, known crypto-Buddhist magical girl, couldn't possibly ask for anything more than those peaceful, happy days (which she keeps peaceful and happy, despite her best friend's slowly ballooning potential and Kyubey's increasing ruthlessness, by liberal application of deception, time-clone magic, impromptu therapy and occasional sedatives).

Also if she convinces Sayaka not to kill her for body-snatching her bestie and replacing her with a scarred, glasses-wearing trauma ghost doppelganger. Also her mom sometimes.

(Mami is deeply confused about why the cute pink underclassman Kyubey was keeping tabs on suddenly lost all her potential, especially since there's a weird new magical girl in town who looks exactly the same. Kyouko is drawn into the mystery of the mysterious body-stealing Pink Rose Witch, who Sayaka insists must be responsible for her best friend's transformation. She can't trust someone who gives her that much food "for free.")

#time traveler!madoka #pmmm #madoka magica #swap au

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OC-tober day 3 prompt: old oc

Featuring my first oc, Caroline Cophix, from Gondeil Aspirations

As Rei looked around the courtyard of the academy, all they saw were unfamiliar faces. It was obvious they were far from home now, as their attire did not fit typical Veshgan fashion. Which was why, as they were about to give up looking for potential friends (for now) amongst the first years, a specific person caught their eye. She was about their age, if not a year younger. Her clothes uncharacteristically simple. Black pants made of material from Yertu- she was probably from Urtox. The style of her blouse corroborated that if not for the light material it used. Rei was able to recognise it thanks to their sister begging them for months on end to get her this fabric- a task hard as it was only available in mainland Merga, those "high brow" areas. Her lack of magical equipment and clothing fit for ease of movement, she definitely came from Merga. Which made things even weirder. She was absent mindedly nodding at what a middle aged man was telling her. Her father? No, it didn't feel right.The man patted her on her shoulder and left, no real indication of affection or warmth in this gesture. She just looked melancholic, if not dejected, but was she pretty. Rei gathered up their courage and approached her. "Hey, there, you must be one of the transfer students, right?". The girl glared at them. "I assume? Because of the clo- well I am a transfer here as well! So maybe we could get to ha-" "I am not here to make friends". Rei couldn't help but laugh. She got even angrier. "The hell you think's so funny" "Sorry, sorry, you just reminded me of someone. Call me Rei" "I am not here to make friends" "What are you here for then?". She looked at them confused. She breathed in as if ready to say something, but deflated, trying to process the absurdity of the question. "What do you go to school for?" "Well I doubt You are here to study, considering how you act like an angsty 12 year old" "No I don't!" "Well you sure do act a lot like my little brother, who is 12". She paused, her face painted with an unreadable expression. "It's Caroline. The name is Caroline. And I am here for reasons. Satisfied?" "For now"

Very long intro, as I had said to a friend to describe her personality towards strangers, it's as if a 21 year old was just like a 12 year old who just discovered the internet and thought being angsty and edgy was the coolest thing in the world. But she is actually a really huge musclebrain. Kind of stupid, kind of a dork. Before the rewrites of the story she used to be the main character but now she is just an important character to the narrative. I wouldn't call her a deutoragonist because she doesn't have that much screentime.

Have a bunch of stuff I have made of her over the years:

also a very crude rendition of what happened the first time they met I made like a year ago

From bweirdart's OC-tober prompt:

While I am doing this challenge mostly to keep an archive of my characters on tumblr (and to incentivise myself to draw them), if you, person stumbling upon this post, are curious and wanna learn more, my askbox is open >:3c

#oc-tober #bweirdOCtober #Gondeil aspirations #gonasp Caroline #kyeterna oc #don't ask a translation of what she is saying in the comic #they are very mean things #the other person featured in the comics is Rei- whom I will feature at a later date of the challenge hehe

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Undead Girl Murder Farce Episode 4: The Headliner Appears

I don't have anything witty to say for this episode. It's good, damn good really. The creativity ascribed to the Nisioisin-esque dialogue extends deep into the foundations of this episode, while bringing back the electric choreography for fights, and finishing up by tying a not-so-neat knot in our first murder mystery. God, is there ever a lot to talk about.

This episode starts strong, incredibly strong. But also incredibly subtle if you're not aware of what it is that they're doing.

They're starting a play, a performance

Aya and Tsugaru announce the beginning of their farce to out the culprit in the murder, and in doing so invoke some of the most notable sounds and approaches from Japanese culture: wooden clappers. I can't share the sequence with audio because I want to save that for later, but the clapper goes off each time a character is added to the screen. They're literally starting a play with the start of this episode and if that isn't the damn near coolest way to approach this sequence, I don't know what is.

Also, this episode isn't exactly subtle in the Raoul hinting. Neither were prior episodes truthfully, but this one proves to be the nail in the coffin. If you paid attention to the cover photo I gave this episode, you'd notice that Raoul is not in it. He's only ever shown separate of his brother and sister. Similarly, during the sequence in the gif above, Raoul is once more shown separate of his "patron" the butler. Both Claude and Charlotte are shown alongside/nearby their respective patrons (Godard, and the maid), while Raoul and the butler are diagonally across the screen from one another.

Anyways, after the opening Aya launches into her explanation of the events and the challenges that faced her ability to discern the murderer. I knew that the doll house would make a return, but I didn't expect it in this format. It also seems as though the placement of the dolls was not of any major significance.

Slightly off track here as well, but I love how inventive and creative the staff are with showing Aya through all this discussion. Having a severed head that can't express itself or move makes for a challenge in keeping viewers interested, but they consistently find ways to engage and intrigue with countless camera angles and layouts.

Another really interesting piece is that in this point of the discussions, Charlotte's singing makes an appearance in the soundtrack. Incredibly eerie, it's an impressively unique way to signal the end of this mystery (because the murder mystery began with Charlotte's singing). Just thinking about it, I wonder if there's potential in the naming of Lord Godard's children. Raoul is the odd one out as both Claude and Charlotte start with the letter 'C'.

Moving forward, the layouts/storyboarding through this episode are just something else. Aya talks about collusion and working together, so what happens? The maid's line of sight drifts towards a mask sitting on a shelf that is two faces fused together. I simply cannot get enough of the creativity and approach that this show puts on display every week.

Okay, hear me out on this one. It's a little crazy to put together, but if it is intentional, it's just another piece to give credit for with this series. So, in this first gif, Aya is talking through all the pieces of evidence/confusion that she's discovered so far. In total there's 5 points she brings up as the camera pans left to right, resets, then pans left to right again.

Now, here's Aya talking about the sixth point, the one that flips the script and asks the question of sound. The pan is reversed. Instead of left to right, it goes right to left. Could it actually be because of Aya flipping the mystery on its head with the notion of sound? Or could it be simple chance? I'm unsure, but if it is intentional, what an insanely good decision to make.

And if viewers weren't aware, another example of Raoul being comfortably outed by the episode. There's lots of examples of it today, with fidgeting or other means as well. Usually those actions are in isolation which can make them seem more character driven, but I really like this one as an example because it shows Claude facing Aya head on in comparison to Raoul's averted gaze.

Moving on once more, we see that weird red outline appear, but this time outlining the culprit. Did Aya see this father and his two sons as potential culprits immediately? It's definitely possible as we also see the green outline appear once more in this episode (though on Aya, who is obviously innocent).

People that want to storyboard? Take notes. Incredible ideas and perfect execution with things like this reflection in the candlestick seem near commonplace with Murder Farce. The sense of distance from the conversation, the feel of voyeurism. Layer it with the background vocals and you have an unsettling and very tense sequence.

On the topic of more technical things, if you've got a keen eye you've probably seen this piece once or twice so far in the episode. No, not this sequence specifically but that odd bit about it. Yes, the idea of a rewind, or repeat even (the first being the panning shots during Aya's discussion). An incredibly bold creative decision once more, but one that I immediately fell in love with for the duration of this episode.

I can probably save readers a half dozen paragraphs by saying this now: the strength of storyboarding and direction in this episode is nothing short of incredible. The story sucks you right in so you can easily ignore how consistent and pervasive the style is and how well suited to exposition it's made itself. Truly master work from opening to ending.

Alright, reset with this very satisfying layout of candles representing the points that Aya is discussing.

Now, it's time for the headliner to make their debut. Raoul gets outed as the murderer by Aya, and makes a leap for Tsugaru. Love the idea behind the snapshots of Raoul's movement, it feels like it really conveys that blind rage well. I'd show it, but well, even at slower fps' it's got quite the strobe effect so it's a little unsafe to share.

Also, the unsung hero of this episode: the OST. Incredible tension and buildup, wonderful sense of unease and discomfort, it brings all the right energies and vibes right when it should, and most certainly stands out with a strong sense of style.

Anyways, something I can share is the implicit comparison of Raoul's sense of superiority and Tsguaru's self-awareness. Raoul makes a speech about his hatred for humans, and how much better vampires are. But his clothes are tattered, he's dirty and is wearing a face unbefitting someone "better" than humans. Meanwhile, Tsugaru simply undresses to prepare for the fight, ensuring he doesn't make a mess of his clothes, and only further drawing attention to the disparity between Raoul's behavior and his words.

Oh, you thought this was just a mystery anime? Think again. Raoul launches into action once more and Lapin Track is able to show off their impressive work thanks to such electric fight choreography. It's really impressive how clearly you can feel the insane speeds of Raoul, but also the levity and near weightlessness of Tsugaru in the same sequence.

Also, I can't help but adore Tsugaru's showmanship with his fights. He stops while Raoul is down simply to introduce himself, and I love it so much.

And then there's this sequence. My god, I can't get enough of the action coordination for this series. Using the shadows to show the fight? How it hangs and holds on certain sequences to raise the tension? The color changes? How Tsugaru speaks? It's simply delightful. Truly, incredible work.

Also a small detail that's apparent through most of this fight: the weight of Raoul's body. He doesn't get sent flying (aside from one very cool scene), and instead bounces along the ground or crumples. It's disturbingly similar to how it might actually go down, and I feel like it adds a great deal to what is effectively an execution being handed out by Tsugaru in the form of a performance.

Anyways, in terms of actual information, we get a backstory for Tsugaru mixed in. He was originally part of a team that was formed to exterminate Yokai in Japan, alongside several others. I'm super interested to see how this aspect of his character players out in the long run, but for now it feels like an incredibly fitting and well-suited story for the Oni Killer.

And no, this next clip is not glitched, it's an intentional decision and falls further into that category of repetition and other visual idiosyncrasies on display today.

Call me Just Can't Get Enough by Depeche Mode though, because as the song indicates, I just can't get enough.

From here, I think I can safely end my praise for the episode. Raoul is (presumed) dead, and Tsugaru, Aya, and Shizuku leave the mansion for their next destination. It's a heavy finish that touches upon the failure for a peaceful resolution to the murder, but ultimately cannot remove its sense of humor from the situation, leading to a poorly made gag about the death of a wife and a son. Though truthfully, it doesn't translate all that well into English.

To explain a little, when he says "four times" what he's saying in Japanese is "Yon do aru", and when he says "five times" he's saying "Go do aru" in Japanese. The joke here being that the way he says "Go do aru" is mean to mimic how he says Godard's name.

Regardless, we find ourselves at the end of the episode, and much like how I started this post, I don't have a real way to finish it. It's just damn good, from start to finish, and if I had the time and could fit it all into one post, I'd have easily gone frame by frame over this episode. Insanely good, Undead Girl Murder Farce continues to be the Dark Horse during this summer season, and stands a shot at being my favorite new series to air in Summer.

#undead girl murder farce #アンデッドガール・マーダーファルス #mystery anime #supernatural anime #anime recommendation #anime review #anime and manga #anime

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Starira Weapon Name Ratings...2!

mostly bc my opinions have shifted a little after 3.5 years and to add in seiran and the carseats. also bc ppl have been reblogging the og one so.

*these’ll all be based on their 2star cards in starira, excluding seiran which will be based on the Starlight Gallery display

SEISHO

Karen: Possibility of Youth. Basically Karen’s childhood promise to Hikari and Karen’s limitless potential wrt that stage. I think she’s outgrown it a bit now, tho she is still young. What possibilities will she bring Now after her goal has been met? 6/10 Hikari: Blossom Bright. Has to make her brilliance bloom again after losing it. And shows how she CAN regrow and regain her brilliance and i Like it A Lot in ways I can’t quite articulate. 8/10 Mahiru: Love Judgement. Judging with Love. which honestly Mahiru does very a lot. I feel like most of Mahiru’s active Judging is firm and hard hitting. She wants what’s best for you and sometimes that’s scaring the shit out of you. With Love. Honestly fits her very very well imo. 10/10

Claudine: Etincelle de Fierte. Spark of Pride. I think claudine has more than just a Spark of Pride lmao. in french bc ofc it is. gets points taken away bc French. 4/10 Maya: Odette the Mavericks. So FUcking SILLY and honestly so fucking Maya. Got ur Swan Lake reference for Maya’s swan motif and ofc her Attitude of being Above the Rest and bending the stage to Her Will, not conforming herself to it. HOnestly it’s very fitting but GOD. It’s so STUPID. 6/10 Junna: Jade Bow. Boring. Junna you’re gifted with words and you couldn’t come up with a better name. You have different glasses for different moods and I bet you have ‘named’ them by those moods but all you can name ur bow is. Jade Bow. 1/10 Nana: Rondo. Symbolic of how Nana time loops herself, and generally dances around the others in terms of skill. But also she can’t break out of the cycle she’s put herself in, always falling back into it. it’s a bit bland tho. 7/10 Futaba: Determinater. Girl is gonna Hack her Way Into Being As Good as Kaoruko and You Can’t Stop Her. Very fitting for someone who never intended to go into performing tbh. She won’t Lose even if she didn’t originally Choose to be here. 7.5/10 Kaoruko: Daffodil. I mean flowers Are part of her whole schtick, but i feel like daffodil is an odd choice. I do suppose they could look like stars though? It’s also very simple for Kaoruko. Though for all of Kaoruko’s bluster and whining, she is very straightforward when she’s serious. Hmmm 5/10

bonus Sakura: Sakura Shield’s Beauty. beanie baby. honestly idk it’s not that exciting. she’s not an actor tho so i’ll let it slide. prob has something to do with her big sis Koharu. 3/10

RINMEIKAN

Tamao: Scattering of Petals. Gonna fuck Kaoruko Up. Blood Splatter Symbolism. The moment of Death and goodbye. Also a display of Romance. Honestly Much more resonant now than at the beginning. 10/10 honestly i love it. Ichie: Ichie’s Fan. BORING. ICHIE YOU ARE A LET DOWN. -100/10 Fumi: Kingfisher. a type of blade meant to break other swords. which i suppose is why she can’t beat Akira. akira’s got a big ol’ jousting lance. She DID break a big promise to Shiori, who wields a sword. so Asshole. Asshole who was fishin to be king and failed. loser. fitting tho 9/10 Rui: Shooting Star. You know, I gotta respect Rui for being the most Straightforward with her weapon name. SHe’s already a fuckin star people are watching shoot by. For all the top star symbolism, i HAVE to commend the shyest baby with stage fright for just Claiming Immediately that she’s a Shooting Star. 11/10 Yuyuko: Yumin Rinmeitei. dunno what it means. Probably something related to rakugo. Has part of rinmeikan in the name so points for school spirit. also Actually Sounds Like a Name. 8/10

FRONTIER

Aruru: Heavenmaker. honestly still 100% the coolest name here. Gonna make everyone a star shooting into the heavens. Will make a heaven for herself and her family. 100/10 Misora: Wild Punch. Honestly makes 0 sense you have a SPEAR, Misora. you cannot Punch with a SPEAR. However the idea of her fighting with the spear and then just sucker punching you when you get too close is hilarious. I’ll add a point for that. 4/10 Lalafin: One Millionth. Sounds like she’s only using one millionth of her true power. a very Hero Show sounding name. Do I Understand it? No. Must I give her points for being true to herself. yes. 6/10 Tsukasa: Dust Devil. Very frontier sounding. Also her choosing to ditch her strict japanese upbringing for masquerading as a gyaru for the funsies. Disguisin herself in the dust. idk it sounds cool and i like it 8/10 Shizuha: Unicorn Maiden. once again a VERY. SILLY. NAME. BUT DO I LOVE IT? YES. It’s such a weird name and i suppose as like frontiers first ‘star’/face she does have to appear to be the perfect rep. But also with her scythe, and unicorns horn, she’s got that Edgy Evil Side to her. nerd. also what is a scythe but a very pointy stick horse. stick unicorn. 8/10

SEATBELT EDELS

Akira: Platinlanze. Platinum Lance. Even more boring than Junna’s Jade Bow, because at least junna’s image color isn’t jade. no imagination 0/10 Michiru: Saphir Bestrafung. Sapphire Punishment. Very Fitting for the secret manipulator of the edels. you Will do as she says, Akira. well mostly. she scary. prob the best of the edel names tho. 6/10 Mei Fan: Rubin Hellebarde. Ruby Halberd. girl your spear isn’t even a halberd. what are you doing. this is even worse than Misora’s Wild Punch. 2/10 Shiori: Jade Angriff. Jade Attack. thank god it’s not jade sword. angriff also sounds like angry so. Shiori WILL attac. and i love her for that. Despite being the baby and the softest-spoken edel. Go nuts and call Fumi out. You deserve it baby girl. 8/10 for the vibes Yachiyo: Perlenpfeil. Pearl Arrow. gets points for not SOUNDING like Pearl Arrow, removes points for just being her image color and weapon. 3/10

CARSEATS

Stella: Anastrophe. defintion: inversion of the normal order of words for rhetorical effect. ex ‘the greatest teacher, failure is’-Yoda. usin that example since it’s pretty relevant to Stella’s story of just clamming up on stage. Also since she’s the founders granddaughter but didn’t grow up at Seigfeld. Honestly a cool name 9/10 Shiro: Schnee & Glockchen. most likely a reference to the waltz. also a name for snowdrops, the flower. listenin to the waltz i do feel like it’s very stella/shiro relationship vibes. Also like, bonus points for naming it after classical music i think that’s cool. plus it sounds cool. 11/10 Ryoko: Wild Chaser. Are you related to Misora, Ryoko. i suppose you both have a lotta siblings. But also kinda brings to mind the idea of someone struggling to catch up to the rest of a group with a single-minded determination, which suits Ryoko very well. 8/10 Minku: Circle of Connect. i mean u sure do have a circle weapon Minku. she’s also the one who kinda ties herself and Kuina to the other three. since Kuina’s pretty aloof to their more fun shenanigans thus far. also brings to mind friendship bracelets and that’s very Minku. awkwardly phrased tho. 6/10 Kuina: Swear by Heaven and Earth. VERY related to her and Minku’s promise atop Mt. Fuji. Straightforward, serious, but also deeply sentimental and i like that a lot. it’s fuckin cool. 15/10

SEIRAN

Koharu: Rosso Primavera. Red Spring. aw that’s kind of a mix of koharu’s image color and when sakura blossom’s bloom for her little sister. that’s cute. also Italian for seiran apparently. Also kind of like new beginnings but the redness is more intense than sakura pink, which could relate to koharu’s inability to chill. it doesnt really bring to mind koharu tho. 6/10 Suzu: Verde Vento. Green Wind. lame. i mean she is green. and she sure is full of hot air. and ties to the summer sky drama between her an mahiru. and alliteration is nice. 6/10 Hisame: Giallo Ghiaccio. Yellow Ice. oh honey i know you’re yellow and your name means ice-rain and you and nana’s drama was in winter but- what an unfortunate name. you’ve added color to the cold past prob also related to nana’s hair n warmth but god its just. Unfortunate. the alliteration is also nice, and at least you can’t really tell what it Means beyond probably yellow. 5/10 if you don’t know what it means, 2/10 if you do.

#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #skrs #revstar #starira #vip #seisho #rinmeikan #seigfeld #frontier #seiran

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foggyfanfic · 8 months

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Of Mothers and Mysteries

Oneshot Summary: Bruno's middle child tries to find some answers.

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Amada Corazon Madrigal had two mothers and two fathers and very complicated feelings about that.

On the one hand, her Má and Pá were two of the best parents a girl could ask for. They were supportive and patient, asked for explanations before jumping into lectures, loved her and her siblings endlessly, and of course, gave great hugs.

On the other hand, she had had another pair of parents once upon a time. She didn’t know anything about them other than her mother was sad and beautiful, and her father was a sailor. She didn’t know if they were both dead, or were alive and had abandoned her, or were alive and thought she was dead. She didn’t know their names, since Gabriel had just known them as Tío and Tía.

She just knew they weren’t there.

A part of her felt that was the only detail that mattered.

Amada was eleven years old, and she’d had her gift for six years now, almost for as long as she could remember. If she was honest, sometimes it felt more like she had the gift Mirabel was supposed to get than like she had her own gift, but she had learned that telling Mirabel that just made her cousin uncomfortable.

And she didn’t want to make her cousin uncomfortable, because as far as Amada cared, Mirabel was the coolest person ever. She knew most people saw Camilo as the cool one, and she didn’t see him as uncool (maybe a bit annoying), but there was a small little detail about Mirabel that only Amada knew.

Amada’s gift was hard to describe, she could look at the world around her and see the first steps and final results of potential chain reactions. She couldn’t see the in between, just the start and the end.

Because of this, Amada knew that Mirabel was always one chain reaction away from saving somebody in a major way.

If Tío Agustín tripped over that rock instead of the raised cobble stone, Mirabel would end up pulling a kid out from in front of a spooked, rampaging, donkey in five years. If that lady in the giant, ridiculous hat picked up that papaya, Mirabel would end up talking the butcher down from beating up a customer in ten years. If Luisa accidentally slammed her door instead of closing it gently, Mirabel would end up putting out a grease fire that may have burned down the coffee shop in fifteen years.

Mirabel didn’t have a gift, and she wasn’t as effortlessly charming as Camilo, but she kept her cool in a crisis and always helped where she could. Mirabel was a hero.

Which was why Amada was dragging twelve year old Mirabel around the village at that very moment.

“Stand here,” Amada said, and with a sigh, Mirabel obliged. Amada blinked, and the world got just a little blurry, she watched various beginnings turn into even more various endings.

She blinked again, frowning. Still nothing.

“Amada, what are we doing?” Mirabel asked, her patience audibly straining against either boredom or aching feet.

“I’m checking for something.”

“Sí, got that,” Mirabel shifted her weight, unwittingly kicking off a series of events that would end in the Guzmans having pork for dinner instead of chicken, “What are you checking for?”

Amada ignored the question, “Come on, let’s try over here.”

Mirabel’s expression could be best described as extremely unamused, but she followed Amada anyways and let herself be positioned three more times before trying to get answers again.

“Seriously Amada, what are we doing? I can’t help if I don’t know what the goal is,” Mirabel groused, hands flinging about the way they did when she was annoyed.

“Yes you can,” Amada said, “if anyone can help, it’s you.”

Mirabel took in a sharp breath, and when she spoke again, some of the irritation had leaked away, “Help with what?”

Amada didn’t respond until she saw a large, distinctive looking boulder, “Stand on that.”

Mirabel huffed, but stood on the rock.

Amada blinked and looked at all of the potential chain reactions. She turned her sight off and sighed, it came out almost sounding like a growl. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the despair and anger from creeping in, but only ended up stomping her foot and balling her fists.

“Amada,” Mirabel said, gently, “What are we doing?”

She threw her hands up in the air, “Wasting time, apparently!”

“Wasting time trying to do what?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “I don’t- make my birth parents show up, I guess. O-or maybe just, make some sort of answer appear.”

Mirabel didn’t respond for a long time, and when she did, all she said was “Oh.”

“Forget it, it’s stupid,” Amada kicked at a pebble, even though doing so meant she would have to get new shoes one month sooner than she would have otherwise, “let’s just go home.”

“I mean, we can keep trying, if you want?” Mirabel climbed off the boulder, “We’ve only checked half of the Encanto.”

Amada shrugged, shaking her head, “What’s the point, if they were going to show up, they would have done so by now. A-and it’s not like I need them to, even if they did fall out of the sky, I already have parents. I don’t think I even want-. I just… I just want to know what happened. A-and I don’t think there’s anything I can do to get any more information than I already have, you know?”

Mirabel nodded, although Amada suspected she didn’t fully get it. Mirabel had her own big mystery, however, she didn’t yet know it was a mystery.

When Abuela had demanded a vision from Pá on the night of Mirabel’s gift ceremony, he and Má had come back with a story about the miracle storing a bit of itself in Mirabel’s heart for emergencies. Every once in a while, the potential for Mirabel to find out this story was Pá’s best guess, and not actually certain, would pop up. It never ended well, so Amada always actively avoided that line of dominoes.

Mirabel would know, someday, Amada was pretty sure. This didn’t seem like the sort of thing that could stay secret forever. Until then, however, Amada doubted Mirabel knew what it was like to have this big gaping mystery in your own life story.

Gabriel had told her that his birth father had been a bad man, and in some way related to her birth father. Her birth mother had married into the family, and may have been the only woman living in the house. Gabriel remembered other women being there, but he wasn’t sure if they lived there or were just visiting. One day, Gabriel’s birth father snapped? Or something. And his Abuelo/her great uncle(?) got the two of them out of the house and brought them to Encanto.

Their Má and Pá were able to tell her that when Gabriel’s Abuelo arrived, Gabriel was seriously injured, and his Abuelo seemed on the edge of a complete mental breakdown. He had been largely incoherent in his explanations, and had left to go get her mother and bring her to Encanto as well before they were able to talk him into resting at least for the night.

Then he never came back, and nobody ever came looking for her.

The next time the town’s merchants had wandered into the city, they had asked around at Abuela’s request. All they had been able to find was a newspaper obituary for Gabriel’s birth father. Apparently, he had been executed for starting a fire that killed two people.

Amada stayed up many nights wondering if her parents had been those two people. Or maybe Gabriel’s Abuelo never made it back to the city and her birth parents were out there wondering where she was, maybe they loved her and would be hurt to discover she didn’t need them. Maybe her mother had been dead before Gabriel and Amada even got to Encanto, and Gabriel’s Abuelo was just in denial about it.

Amada wiped away a tear, “This was stupid.”

“No it wasn’t,” Mirabel said, “it’s-, I mean come on! I can’t even imagine not knowing, a-and this is Encanto! We’re the Madrigals! Magical miracles is our whole thing. It is totally worth a shot.”

Amada smiled tightly.

“Seriously, come on, this was-, it was not stupid,” Mirabel insisted.

“Gracias Mirabel,”

“And any time you want to try again, I am there. Whatever I can do, I am totally, completely, happy to help.”

“I know. That’s why I thought this would work,” Amada sighed, “you make good things happen. Even if they don’t actually happen, you would, every time there’s an opportunity to make good stuff happen, you would.”

Mirabel smiled a little, and blushed a lot, “I- well I hope I would help whenever I could.”

“You would,” Amada reassured her.

They walked in silence for a while, Amada playing with the tassels on her shawl. Mirabel had made it for her birthday, and considering every once in a while Amada saw Mirabel potentially running off to the big city and becoming a big-shot designer, Amada figured that meant her shawl was essentially the highest of high fashion.

Eventually though, Mirabel asked the question Amada was dreading being asked, “Have you asked Tío Bruno if he can see the answer?”

“No,” Amada held the shawl tightly closed around her, “because what if he looks and sees me never finding out? Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, right.”

Amada shrugged. Hoping Mirabel would drop it.

Unfortunately, Mirabel was a deeply loving person, and now that she knew this was bothering Amada, she was determined to find a solution. Amada was lured into a false sense of security when they made it back to Casita without anymore mention of her mystery, however; that sense of security was shattered when Mirabel commandeered Dolores and Gabriel the next morning at breakfast.

The three put their heads together, glancing at her every once in a while, not being nearly as subtle as they probably thought they were.

When they left a couple hours later, Amada made to follow them. She wasn’t sure why, obviously if they were scheming to do her a favor, she should just let them. But Amada just couldn’t stand the idea of sitting around, knowing they were off trying to help her, and hoping they’d have more success than she had.

“Amada, mija,” her mother’s relieved voice stopped her, one foot out the door, “can you help me with this real quick?”

Amada turned, and found her mother emerging from the hallway to the laundry room, holding a wicker laundry basket that had seen better days. The bottom was coming loose and her Má was awkwardly trying to hold it in place. Some of the laundry was falling out the bottom, awkwardly clutched between Leandra’s thumb and the frayed wicker.

Sparing a quick glance at her brother and cousins, Amada rushed to help her Má.

“I got it Mamá,” she said, holding up the bottom so her Má could focus on recovering the clothes before they could reach the ground. Once all the clothes were back in, her Má took on most of the baskets weight so that Amada was merely keeping the bottom in place.

“Ah, gracias. Vamo. Back to the laundry room,” Má carefully led her down the hall and they put the basket on the folding table, “gracias míja, I’ll just grab another basket, you can get back to whatever you were doing.”

“De nada,” Amada shrugged it off, they both left the laundry room, her for the front door, and Má for the closet by the stairs. When Amada stepped out front, however, her brother and cousins were gone. She turned her sight on and looked around, but no matter what direction she walked in, she would come back empty handed.

She sighed, wandering back into Casita. Now what would she do?

“Everything alright?” Má asked, closing the closet door with a basket in hand.

“Yeah,” Amada said, morosely.

Má raised an eyebrow, “Convincing.”

Amada shrugged. She didn’t actually see the need to bother hiding her bad mood. Her parents’ had a Tell Us When You’re Ready philosophy born from her Pá sometimes needing time to process his visions before discussing them.

“Well come, you can pout while I re-fold the laundry,” Má wrapped one of her strong arms around Amada’s shoulders and led her back to the laundry room, “I have it on good authority that I am very good at folding laundry in the presence of miserable seers.”

Amada snorted, and allowed herself to be led. Her Má waved off her offer to help fold so she sat on the table and watched in sullen silence as her mother worked.

Eventually, she asked, “Mamá? Do you ever wonder about your birth parents?”

“Not really,” she shrugged, “my Pá was very good friends with my madré, like your Tío Agustín and I, so he could answer any question I had about my parents. I do wonder about my baby brother though.”

“Your baby brother?”

“Sí,” Má leaned her hands on the table, staring straight ahead at nothing, “he would have been two years younger than me, but he wasn’t born right. It had been a bad winter, lot's of illness and very little food. The birth had all sorts of complications, and he died at two days old. My madré never fully recovered, physically speaking, and although she tried to stick it out, she died when I was three. At least, that's what I've gathered, I never asked too many details about all that. My Papa missed my parents more than I do, but I do wonder what having a little brother would have been like. Especially since getting with your padre.”

“Oh,” Amada drummed her fingers on the table, she hadn’t even known her Má had had a baby brother. She hadn’t really wondered about her Má’s birth family other than wondering if her Má wondered about them.

“Not really the same, is it?”

“No, not really,” Amada shook her head.

Má shrugged, giving her a sympathetic smile, “Wish I could magically hand you all the answers you need on a silver platter. Maybe when you’re a bit older you and Gabriel could take a trip into town with the merchants. See what you can find out.”

Amada considered this, “You think so? You don’t think… I don’t want anyone to think I’m not grateful-.”

“Oh, you better not be grateful,” her mother cut her off, and started wagging a finger at her, “you listen here míja, I didn’t adopt you and your siblings out of the pure goodness of my heart. I adopted you three because I wanted to be a mother, and now I am. I wanted kids to love and you have let me love you, as far as I care, that’s that. You have fulfilled your end of the bargain by eating our food and waking us up when you have nightmares. You don’t need to be grateful for a damned thing. I am the one who is grateful for you.”

Amada’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She wanted to reassure her Má that of course she understood she was loved and all that. But she was struck by the thought, would her birth mother have said something like that? If Amada was having this conversation with her, would she have been so quick to insist Amada owed her nothing for the love she had given.

“If you need to go hunting for answers, all I ask is you take your brother, and maybe Luisa or your Tía Pepa with you to keep you safe out there,” with that said, Má put the last shirt in the basket and lifted it. This time she put it on her broad shoulder, so that even if the bottom came loose the laundry wouldn’t spill out.

Amada slipped off the table and thought about what she wanted to say as she followed her Má through Casita.

Eventually she arrived at, “If your birth parents had magically appeared when you were my age, would you have wanted to live with them instead of Abuelo?”

“Not really,” Má shook her head, slipping into Camilo’s room to drop off one of his shirts then continuing when she re-emerged, “I didn’t know them, it wasn’t their fault, but they weren’t there for me like Pá was.”

“Do you… do you ever feel bad about that? That you were happy without them?”

“Oh,” Má stopped bustling towards the nursery and turned to look at Amada, she thought about it, “I sometimes felt guilty that I didn’t miss them the way my Pá did. But now that I’m a mother… I don’t know, it’s not that I wouldn’t want you to miss me if I were gone. I just-, you missing me would be fine, but not if it interferes with your ability to be happy.”

“You think my birth parents would be ok with it then? That I am happy here?”

“Sí, if they are worthy of the title Parent, they’d be beyond relieved to hear you’re happy,” Má leaned over and kissed Amada on the forehead, then continued on her way.

She watched her mother go, then returned to the courtyard where she sat and waited for her brother and cousins to return.

When they finally did, it was almost dinner time, and they were looking absolutely exhausted.

“Where’d you go?” she hopped to her feet, not planning to give them a moment’s rest before launching her interrogation.

“To the top of the mountain,” Dolores said, the only one who hadn’t startled when Amada had spoken up, the other two must not have noticed her.

“The top of the mountain?” For her?

“So I could hear outside the Encanto,” Dolores nodded, collapsing onto the chair Amada had just vacated.

“Ah,” Amada thought about this for a second, “did that actually work?”

“Sí,” she said, “I heard everything in the city.”

“And?”

“And what?” Mirabel jumped in, a big nervous grin on her face, “th-there’s no and! This was just, you know, an experiment!”

“So you didn’t learn anything about my birth parents?”

There was a long drawn out silence, Mirabel and Gabriel exchanging guilty looks, before Dolores finally just said, “No. I don’t know what we were expecting.”

“We’re sorry Amada, we tried,” Gabriel said, eyes large with concern.

“It’s alright, I- thank you. For doing that,” Amada shrugged the concern off. He hugged her anyway, and she let him. Gabriel loved mollycoddling her, usually she would shove him off, but all things considered it seemed the least she could do to let him.

When he finally released her, Dolores was gone, but Mirabel was standing off to the side. She looked a lot more disappointed than Amada felt, she also apologized, but Amada just shook her head and reassured her it really was fine. She sat between Mirabel and Má at dinner, moving the pitcher of guava juice three quarters of an inch to the left so that Tíos Agustín and Félix would end up playing Mirabel’s favorite song after dinner.

She leaned on her Má as dinner wound down.

Amada Corazon Madrigal had two mothers and two fathers, but only one family, and very complicated feelings about that.

#love and fury #Madrigal OC #Encanto #Bruno's Kid OC #fanfic #mirabel madrigal

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