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luimagines · 2 years ago

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*walks on by with leaves in my hair and looking like Wild after a bad tumble through his Hyrule and into a couple of bushes and then had a fight with a rabid and feral swan, offers you tea and cookies, leaves without elaborating* Hey there, OG Lustrous Anon here, just passing by to wish you a nice day, plus drop of a few things ^^

I've just gone through the masterlist again, and once again thank you for all your work in the fandom, be aware I'll be attacking you with praise and compliments next time I come by because I need to stop smiling like an idiot first to properly articulate my thoughts through the severe sleep deprivation and what I love about every single one, so my apologies in advance once that happens, I'll probably be splitting the things in this ask in two or three others as a result until I get to that when I'm less sleep deprived, but once again, thank you!

A new Reader Variant came to my mind, we already had Fire Emblem Wolfskin Reader, so why not Manakete Reader or Manakete Vessel Reader?

Manaketes are basically a race of dragons that can use magic and can turn human, but as they went more and more mad because of a sickness called Degeneration they started sealing their dragon forms in magical gemstones, they can go from human to dragon form at will with them and use magic and even have half their dragon features out like wings, tail, claws, horns etc if they want, but without them if they shift they're basically uncontrollable beasts (although they can be calmed down by seeing people they care for, or through the use of specific songs). There's several types of Manaketes but the main type left is the Divine Manakete because the others were largely killed, which some of the greatest dragon deities on the series are, would be interesting to see how the Chain would react to basically having a dragon shifter as a traveling companion, they probably don't clock that they're not Hylian at first because Manakete have pointed ears and the slitted eyes can probably be excused by magic, but I think Twilight and Manakete Reader would immediately clock one another as shapeshifters because they both have magical gemstone necklaces (Reader keeping theirs there in case of emergencies, Manaketes are usually hunted, enslaved and or killed a lot of time, so I think Manakete Reader would be very careful keeping their identity hidden, but they'd have the stone as close as possible so they can shift and either defend themselves or fly away in a pinch, I can also see them either using fire magic or having at least a dagger or two on them), although if Reader is a Divine Manakete then the energies probably feel equal and opposite like how magnets attract and repel each other, I can see them being absolutely fascinated by one another as a result, maybe Reader tries to teach Twilight how to painlessly transform or how to half transform like they do (maybe manifesting claws and teeth when the Chain is in danger), they bond over their secret and cover for one another for Links not in the know ("Four: Uh, so I think I just saw an entire dragon go the same direction Manakete Reader went, should we worry? They can hold their own but they might need help. Twilight, with a perfectly straight face and lying through his teeth even with Time and Wild both squinting at him: Don't worry about it. It's their pet, don't ask me how they tamed an entire dragon I have no idea how either." , bonus points if Reader also is a Wyvern Rider and does, infact, have a dragon pet to further corroborate the fact they're an animal tamer, "Wind: Twilight's gone? But it's his watch shift now! Should we go look for him? Manakete Reader, perfectly nonchalant as they shake Wolfie who is drapped on their lap and dozing off awake: No worries, I'll go get him with Wolfie."), I just see a great potential for bonding and shenanigans in general, I can also see maybe the Fierce Deity catching on and thinking it's amusing and just not telling Time he has a dragon to the found family roster now, that or Time or Wild walk in on them when they're alone from the group and instead of maybe finding them doing something not exactly platonic it's just Manakete Reader with their horns out, teaching Twilight how to manifest the claws but instead he manifests the ears so they're teasing him about it and they both just freeze, that or, for more comedic purposes, Manakete Reader thinking neither Wild nor Time know just deadpanning like "Yes we were indeed making out, nothing suspicious to see here we'll get back to the others now. Don't ask further questions, that is indeed EXACTLY what happened." And Twilight just dying in the back, I think it would be amusing.

Or Vessel Reader, see, some Dragons/Manaketes in the Fire Emblem verse are lauded as deities due to being much stronger than others, and through some specific circumstances can take on vessels which they'll share bodies with, some of the main examples about this being Grima, essentially a successful version of Demise that's an artificial Divine Dragon before he was killed by his own vessel or slightly slowed down by having the 'chosen' of their era seal them with a magic sword made from the fangs of the female Divine Dragon they essentially put in a coma (this man succeeded in taking over and destroying every opposition against him in every single timeline he was in AND he had an actually competent kingdom backing him that was basically like his own Yiga Clan before he was stopped by his own vessel traveling back in time, rebelling and killing him, this man is what Dink WISHES he was) and nowadays Sothis, essentially a Divine Dragon that controlled all facets of time itself, even death couldn't slow her down as she found a vessel who unlocked the full range of her power by getting a magic sword-whip made from her own blinking spine and said vessel avenged her and her people's death, I think it would be interesting if the Chain basically ran into someone who's basically Byleth Eisner/The Ashen Demon aka Sothis' Vessel, or someone who's Grima's Vessel. Maybe Vessel Reader was transported to Hyrule because the Dink situation was getting out of hand and, since Hylia clearly wasn't doing much, Farore decided to enlist the much more proactive version of a time deity to aid the Chain in Sothis, could be a bit of a comedy of errors because Sothis would be absolutely down for hunting down Dink and infected monsters and Vessel Reader would likely agree as he reminds them of the people who tried murdering them twice over and because they can't allow more people to get hurt, and before the Chain fully gets there after hearing reports of infected monsters they just find the equivalent of a slaughter, torn apart Lynels mid fading, Guardians ripped apart and seemingly melted down via sword slashes, Yiga slashed and burned and downright beheaded and lizalfos parts left behind, and all any survivor Yiga can say is ramble about a "warrior too fast to see", "A Green Eyed Beast", "a demon in human flesh" and it kind of comes to the misunderstanding that there's something else after them or another Link with maybe the FD mask running rampant when actually Vessel Reader is hunting DINK because it's the quickest way to shut the gremlin that is Sothis up and because he may be a lead back home. Like the Chain is wary but Dink is the one hearing boss music.

I'll elaborate this on another ask, this is likely getting long and I'll be typing Lustrous Reader crumbs in another ask already if you don't mind hearing, anyway, thank you once again for all your work in the fandom and until the next one!

-Signed, Just an Anon on A Stroll.

P.S: Has anyone claimed the shell? To make it more identifiable and easier on you, I'd like to add it to my signature if no one has laid a claim on it, or the clover if someone has, 🐚.

No one has the conch! Feel free to take it :D

Oh boy! The first half takes Dragon AU to a whole new level!

A dragon reader where they have to hide it XD

A lot of shapeshifters get paired up with Twilight, I don't blame them. It's incredibly easy to make that connection. I do think that there would be a lot to talk about between the two in that sense. I think that Twilight would try to convince them to keep either keep it as secret as possible or convince them to let one or two more people know just so it would be easier to cover for them- because (and Twilight would admit this) he sucks at lying.

The vessel thing is also interesting. I don't know much about Fire Emblem in that regard (meaning I knew it once but it's been awhile). But I think that would also be a really intriguing dynamic to introduce to the group. I'm just not entirely sure how to execute that at the moment. ^.^*

I'd to think about it more.

#pinky replies #dragon! reader #monster! reader #vessel! reader #i'm sorry if life's been hard #i remember you mentioned it last time you came around #and given your entrance #i don't think it's gotten too much better #<3 #I'm open if you ever want to talk #but this is assumption #^.^*

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clumsyenby · 3 years ago

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I swore I wouldn't stumble into the reader inserts for FNAF yet here I am...crying at how you write glamrock Freddy... perfect boy. 🥺🥺🥺 But could you do a glamrock Freddy or Monty reader insert with them trying to do something for valentines day for their partner? I want teeth rotting, absolutely the sweetest cute thing you can muster if that's possible, since I imagine being a robot stuck in a mall it's hard to go on dates that aren't just Monty golf or something.

my other FNAF imagines + rules to request! (PLEASE READ NOTE ON MASTERLIST BEFORE REQUESTING)

please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! thank you :^)

happy valentine's! here's a small vday special <3 i wanted to publish this on time, will edit later if there are any typos etc. also i made Freddy a little more bold for this one.. wink wink + find the references i made here from my other oneshots!

TW: slightly suggestive scene (STILL SFW) at the end of Freddy's ;) adult, gender-neutral reader total words: 5163 (Y/N) - Your Name

V Date (get it.. because v-day? okay i'll leave now)

- it is your first time celebrating valentines' day with your animatronic lover! they're in a panic, worried whether they can make everything perfect in time.

Glamrock Freddy

- 2425 words Songs mentioned: "Let's Face the Music and Dance," by Jeff Goldblum featuring The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra and "Loving You," by Shirley Horn

If animatronics could physically tear up, Freddy was sure that his cheeks would be stained with his tears.

Nothing has gone according to plan. Not even a single thing, not even the dessert that he painstakingly took days to learn how to bake. He had worked so hard on it, even managing to rope Officer Vanessa in to be his taste-tester. Freddy ponders if he had done something severely wrong in the past that resulted in this.

Is this karma for my mistakes? He wonders.

"Are you okay? You look.. Stressed.." Gregory asks wearily. He had stumbled into one of the Pizzaplex's kitchens, eager to ask Freddy if he could get a snack with Chica, only to see that the room was a mess. Flour littered the room, a small patch of it somehow on the ceiling. The child swipes a finger at a brown spot on the counter, licking it curiously. "Chocolate.." He mutters to himself.

Freddy slumps onto the floor and looks back at his son, exasperated. "Superstar, they are going to be so disappointed in me.." He sighed. Gregory raised an eyebrow. "What for? They love you. I love you," He replied, taking a seat next to the bear. Freddy smiles, leaning forward to peck the child's forehead. "And I love you too, my boy." Gregory giggles, almost embarrassedly, at the affection.

"But this is my first Valentines' with them. The dinner that I planned for them has been ruined; All because I got too ahead of myself and lost track of time..." Gregory perks up at the mention of dinner. "The same dinner you have been feeding me for three days?" Freddy chuckles awkwardly at the realisation of his son's words. "Has it been three days? It only felt like one day.."

Gregory shakes his head, "N-not that I'm complaining! It tasted really good, promise! I like being your taste-tester!" The child's eyes light up in excitement. He had an idea. He jumps to his feet, dashing out of the kitchen without any prior warning. Freddy calls after him in surprise, only to be answered with a "I'll be back!"

Gregory returns to the kitchen with Vanessa in tow. As disgruntled as she always looked, she blinked in surprise to see the state of the kitchen. "Freddy! What the hell?" She exclaimed. Freddy waves tiredly from his seat on the floor, "Hello, Officer Vanessa! It seems that you have caught me at a bad time.." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

She rubs her forehead in exasperation. "I'm not going to even ask how or why this happened, but Gregory said you need some help.." Freddy nods, "I would be indebted to you, if you could provide me some assistance in cooking the dinner I have planned for (Y/N).." Vanessa slips off her Officer cap and cracks her knuckles. "Is it the same thing as yesterday?" She asks.

Freddy nods eagerly, finally getting off from the floor. He feels invigorated with warmth, adrenaline coursing through his wires. He was ready to attempt this again and finally get it right, just as he had the night before. Vanessa throws the apron on and rolls up her sleeves. "Let's get to work!" She ordered. The bear immediately darts toward the failed dishes, setting them aside for Chica. At least she would have some use for it.

Gregory grins at the sight of Freddy and Vanessa. It was rare for the two to work together harmoniously, especially since the security guard happened to always be grumpy. The child slips away, walking towards Rockstar Row. He had another idea.

You strolled up to the side door of the Pizzaplex, gift bag held tightly in your hands. Though you had been with Freddy for almost three years, you had never gotten the chance to celebrate Valentine's with him on the night itself. Until now. You were nervous, yet excited to see what he had in store for you. He had been nothing but tight-lipped about his plan all week, immediately changing the topic of conversation whenever you tried to ask him.

Seeing that he had evidently put a lot of thought into his preparations, you had also taken the initiative to prepare something for him as well. Albeit your gift was a little risqué (Fuck it, it was definitely suggestive), you hoped that he would like it.

Knocking on the glass door, you peered inside. The inside appeared dim, with nothing but red neon lights to light up the atmosphere. Less than a moment later, a child appeared on the other end. He wore a t-shirt with a tuxedo design printed on it, along with the pair of cargo shorts that he usually sported. He pulls the door back to let you inside, smiling brightly at you.

"Greg!" You greeted him enthusiastically, bending down to give him a hug. He returns the gesture, buzzing in excitement. "Dad's really nervous!" He whispers in your ear. Despite all the love the Gregory felt for the bear, he could not resist teasing Freddy when you were around. You gasped, "You called Freddy your dad!"

Gregory's cheeks turned an adorable shade of red. He chuckled awkwardly, "I might have.. Don't tell him though! I want to surprise him," You hummed and ruffled his hair in agreement. "By the way, you look really handsome in your 'suit'," You mused. The child grins, holding your hand gently as he guides you through the hallways of the Pizzaplex.

Coming to a stop at the rooftop exit, you raised an eyebrow skeptically at Gregory. He nods encouragingly, pushing open the door.

It takes you a moment to adjust to the warm atmosphere. Tiny, palm-sized star nightlights were littered across the concrete ground, except for a strip in the middle for you to walk on. The yellowish orange glow of the stars made you chuckle. When you finally looked to where the stars ended, there stood Freddy with a nervous smile on his face. Unlike Gregory, he actually wore a full tuxedo, holes specially made at his shoulder blades to allow his red shoulder spikes through.

Needless to say, he looked dashing.

He meets you halfway on the path, pressing a kiss to your hand. "You look gorgeous, my love." He grinned in the same way that Gregory does when they were proud of something. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He savours the moment, his arms placed snugly on your waist. He takes a whiff of your scent. Orange vanilla, he remembers that he had mentioned it was his favourite scent out of all your perfumes and colognes.

He leads you gently to the table. Chica and Roxanne had taken the initiative to help set up the dinner setting, grabbing furniture from the Pizzaplex's cafe and red table cloth from the storage rooms. Freddy had certainly overlooked that part, because without the duo's help, it would certainly not have looked as magical as it did in this moment.

As he pushes your chair in, you could not help but gush over his efforts. "This is amazing, honeybear! Did you really plan all of this?" You asked. He preens under your praise. He hums, "For the most part, yes. But I did manage to get some last-minute help from everyone else," After he settles onto his chair, then came Gregory, holding two plates.

He sets them onto the table carefully. "Your food," He announces in a mockingly low tone, trying to imitate waiters at fancy restaurants. You laughed as you noticed the fake moustache drawn on his face. "Thank you, young man." Freddy nods at Gregory, only to let out a chuckle himself at the sight of the moustache. The child winks and runs off.

You looked down at your food, only to gasp at the sight of it. "Freddy, is this-?" You asked gently. Freddy reaches over to hold your hand, running his thumb across it comfortingly. "I remember you mentioned it was a comfort food that you rarely had the chance to indulge in, so I tried to learn how to make it.." He trails off, giving you a nervous smile. "If you like the taste of it, then I can always make it for you when we spend time together," You kissed his hand lovingly at his words. You thanked him, tears already pricking at the corner of your eyes.

He has always been so thoughtful, so gentle, so full of love. Even after being with him for such a long time, he never failed to bring back those butterflies. They were coming in at full-force now, fluttering in your stomach. And Freddy knew that was happening, he could see it in the reading of your heart rate as he gazed at you. Your heart rate has always been within a certain range when you spent time with him, and it made him proud to know that he was the only one to make you feel this way.

He pours you a small serving of wine as you took your first bite. He watches nervously, awaiting your response. He watched as a smile of bliss overtook your features. "I take it as you approve?" He asks. You moaned at the second bite, only encouraging him further. He smiles and takes a bite of his own craft, satisfied that it had worked out, thanks to Vanessa's assistance. Despite not having taste buds as sensitive as yours, he could feel the comfort this dish brought you. Had he been human, he could envision himself eating it after a tiring day as a form to relax.

Gregory returns once again, bringing a slice of cake. "Freddy worked really hard on this too!" He laughs and leans closer to whisper to you. "He fed me this during snack time for three days in a row.." Freddy looks questionably at Gregory. "What did you tell them?" The child sticks his tongue out and skips away. "Nothing~!" He chimes.

"You fed this to him for three days in a row?" You asked teasingly. "N-not intentionally! I didn't know until he told me, I was caught up in trying to perfect it.." He stutters. He takes a piece of the cake and shoves it in your mouth, ceasing your laughs as you munched on it. He looks away embarrassedly, feeling the cooling fans within him whir to life.

"It's good though!" You told him, despite your words being slurred as you chewed. Freddy's ears wiggle in excitement, "Really?" You nodded happily. You took a piece and held it to his mouth, "Say 'Aaah~!'" Freddy followed and laughed at your silliness.

In the background, Roxanne was making a puking sound. "Too cheesy.." She muttered as Chica smacked her shoulder. "They're being sweet, Roxy! Don't act as if you're not like this on dates," The chicken rolls her eyes. Roxy stutters, opting to hide her face behind her hands.

Once the slice of cake was finished, Montgomery strutted onto the rooftop. He wore a button-up v-neck, purposely leaving the first few buttons alone. He winked at you, "Ya like jazz?" You almost burst out laughing at the gator. "You can sing jazz, Monty?" You asked with raised brows. Monty snaps his fingers, the instrumental track beginning to play. "Baby, I can sing anything." He responds with a grin.

You had to agree that his singing was magnificent. Though Freddy's singing style was more for songs in the Pop genre, Monty's deep baritone definitely suited the Jazz genre well.

So while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Let's face the music and dance

Freddy stands up and holds a hand out to you, "Monty has a point, sweetheart. Shall we dance?" You could not help but giggle like a teenager as you took his hand. You swayed under the moonlight with him, staring into his eyes that showed the very love he held for you. He hummed along to the song, content for having you in his arms.

Monty began to sing a new song. It was evident that he was relishing in the spotlight, his passion pouring out with every word he sang.

I find something more to love in you And that's how it's been right from the day you came my way

Freddy leans down to press a kiss to your lips. You happily returned the gesture, tasting the sweet aftertaste that the cake left behind on him. You wished you could encapsulate this moment in a video clip, able to relieve it whenever you wanted. It was nothing short of perfect.

Not to worry, Gregory definitely borrowed Vanessa's phone to record the sweet moment of his parents.

You swung your intertwined hand with Freddy's as he led you back to his green room. "I have another surprise," He smiles innocently at your shocked expression. "Freddy.." You narrowed your eyes at him. "It's the final card that I have up my sleeve, promise." He replied with a cheeky grin. He was ever the gentleman, always spoiling you.

You showed him the gift bag that you brought along, "Can I at least give you my gift first?" He takes it excitedly, prepared to rip the bag apart to get to his present. You pushed him into his room hurriedly, eyeing your surroundings in case someone (God forbid, Gregory) saw. You could feel your cheeks burn as Freddy looked at you curiously. "Is something the matter?"

You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, refusing to meet his eyes. "It's kind of a private present.. It would be embarrassing if the others saw.." Freddy laughs, "I'm sure it isn't as embarrassing as you think- Oh." He stops abruptly, staring at the unwrapped gift with wide eyes.

"Yeah.." You trailed off, finally gaining the courage to glance at him. He unfolded it, staring at the revealing article of clothing. "Y-you like it?" You managed to squeak out. He nods quickly and corners you to the wall. "I think I would like it even more with you wearing it," He whispers in a low tone.

You took the piece from him with shaky hands, already too flustered. "S-so, what's your other surprise?" You asked. You could see his eyes, heart-shaped irises in the colour of red. He smirks, guiding one of your hands to his waist. "It's something I think that would help for our later activities.." He responds, his voice dipping lower than before. He tugs on the clothing you currently wore.

"Let's get you into my gift first, shall we?"

Montgomery Gator

- 2738 words (To find the meme referenced in this, search 'Monty Gator flat meme'!)

Oh no.. You were screwed. Touching the soft fabric of the handmade gift you had painstakingly worked on for days, it slowly disintegrated in your hands; the fibers crumbling onto your lap.

Out of all times, why now?

You could feel the tears prick at your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks freely. You felt hopeless. It was the first time you had decided to make a present for your lover, only for it to be ruined on the day you were going to give it to him. You could practically see his expression, his red eyes shining clear with disappointment.

It was too late, for you were already at the Pizzaplex's carpark. You felt glued to your seat, unable to move an inch. You were already considering to just drive home and hide in your bed, away from your lover. But, it would not be fair to him.

In the past two weeks, he spoke excitedly to you about his plan on how he wanted to celebrate his first Valentine's with you: He wanted to learn how to make and bake a pizza from scratch, then cuddle with you on the comfortable lounges in the Pizzaplex's theatre, sharing the pizza that you had made with him. It was a simple plan, but the domesticity of it was what appealed to him. He wanted nothing but to just have fun and fully relax for a night with you.

In return, you had the fantastic idea of handmaking a gift for him. Your boyfriend was quite artistic during his free time. His favourite past time was drawing or painting, most often having you as his muse for his artworks. However recently, he had learnt the basics of crocheting and knitting from a fellow animatronic, Moon (who knitted blankets for the children to use during naptime in the Daycare). Changing mediums did not affect your boyfriend's labours of love. Rather, a vast majority of his knitted and crocheted pieces were for you. It started with a pair of gloves that matched his theme colours. Then came a pair of long fingerless gloves, running up to your shoulders, 'MONTY LOVES YOU' on the inner side stitched in his signature purple.

What more to show your appreciation and love for him by learning his favourite craft and making him a piece he could wear? You spent weeks learning the basics of knitting and finally finished making a cardigan for him. To you it was not perfect, the stitching was uneven and you were not sure if it would fit him as snugly as you hoped, but it was honest work. If he liked it, you could adjust and make an improved version. You knew your lover's style - He preferred looking wild and full of energy when performing, but loved being comfortable when he was doing crafts. He was often snuggling against you as he knitted, one of his arms looped around your waist to keep you close to him.

In your head, your plan was perfect. You would show your love for him in the same way he did when you first started dating him, by gifting him something he could wear.

The yarn you used started to slowly but surely, disintegrate. You had bought natural yarn, wanting your piece to be as ethically sourced as possible, as well as to ensure that the finished product would be comfortable to wear. Only for you to find out the hard way that natural yarn could actually disintegrate within as short as five months. After checking the packaging of the yarn, you realised that it was produced more than half a year ago. Then you realised once more, you had misread all of the tutorials you had learnt from. The yarn used in the videos and written patterns were acrylic yarn, while yours was not.

A soft buzz from your Fazwatch pulled you out of your thoughts. You stared at its design, your boyfriend's star-shaped sunglasses staring back at you. The watch buzzed again. A message from him.

Babe, R U ok? U have been in the parking lot for 15 minutes.

Has it really been fifteen minutes? It felt like it had been an hour since you realised the downfall of your creation. Well, there was no turning back now. You boyfriend already knew you were here. You might as well show him the end result of it, as mangled as it looked right now. You shoved it into the gift bag, which was comical yet devastating. When you had finished the cardigan, it was as large as an A3-sized paper, yet now the bundle of fibers together were as small as an A5 piece of paper. Sending him a message via your Fazwatch, you took a deep breath.

Yes! Meet you at the side door in a few :)

Time to go. You peeled your eyes away from the catastrophe and unlocked your car door, pushing yourself unintentionally hard enough that you stumbled out. Fixing your clothes, you took began to walk up to the side door. The side door was hidden near the emergency exit from the Daycare. As you got closer, you could see your boyfriend on the other side of the glass door, a grin embedded on his face. You smiled back, your worries already melting away.

He was wearing a top for once, a simple sleeveless white t-shirt with a heart printed on it. You giggled, he was adorable. "Ya made it!" He cheered as he pulled the door backwards to allow you in. You laughed as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "What, scared I wouldn't show up?" You teased in response. He shrugged and looked away, "Maybe."

Your poor lover. He was used to not being the center of attention, resulting in him questioning his worth often. Especially when it came to you. He has voiced to you on a rare moment once that he felt like he did not deserve your warmth.

You leaned up to kiss his snout gently. "Of course I'll show up, Monty. I love you." He purrs from your words alone, snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer. "I love ya more, sorry for being a downer already." He says quietly, ashamed. You ran a hand through his mohawk to reassure him. "You're not being a downer, okay? We're going to have fun tonight." You replied.

He smiled, releasing his hold on you. He intertwined your free hand with his, leading you down the corridor. "Oh, we're definitely having fun!" He chuckled.

You looked at the green gator with confusion as he led you to his room. You gave a small wave to Chica as you spotted her from the corner of your eye. Monty pushes you inside, a bashful look on his face. "Ya see darl'.. The kitchen's ruined. We can't cook today.." He informs you slowly. The confusion you felt only grew. "But the Pizzaplex has more than three kitchens?" You questioned.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I kind of got into an argument with the others.. We had a food fight that trashed all the kitchens." You raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And why did you exactly get into an argument with them?" You asked. "Well.. Uh- I was bored." He confessed, giving you a shy smile afterwards. You facepalmed. "Because you were bored?" You repeated his words, still in disbelief over the situation.

He raises his hands in defense. "I made new arrangements! I promise that you'll love it," If only you did not fall in love with every smile he made, perhaps you would have been able to scold him for arguing with the other Glamrocks. But, he looked incredibly adorable. You could never be upset at him.

You finally smile back and relax your shoulders, releasing tension that you did not even know was present. Monty claps his hands together excitedly upon seeing your approval. He gestures at the rest of his room, neat and tidy for once. "I cleaned it just for you!" He says proudly. You rolled your eyes lightly, keeping the smile on your face at his excitement. He then points at a black cloth draped over items, giving it an odd shape. "Can ya guess what we're going to do instead?" He looks at you curiously, awaiting your answer.

You hummed, "Cuddling under a pillow fort?" He groans at your answer. "No, but I should've done that!" He tugs on the cloth, pulling it away to reveal his surprise. Sitting facing back-to-back, were two easels, with two blank canvases on it. In the middle sat a painting set, along with a bucket and some paintbrushes. On a normal day, you would have been delighted to see the activity he was proposing.

Instead, tears welled up in your eyes. The sight of his favourite past time reminded you of your failure of a gift. Monty's smile drops instantly, his arms wrapping around your frame comfortingly. "Sorry babe.. Didn't know my surprise would have made ya cry," He whispers sheepishly into your ear. You laughed through your tears, letting him wipe them away from your face. "No, no! Your surprise is perfect, Mon. It's me that might make you cry.." You responded, trying to reassure him.

He scoffs. "Me, your funky gator, crying?" You laughed lightly at his words. Funky gator was what you first called him when you started dating him. You lifted your hand that held the gift bag, shoving it into his arms. "Don't say that I did not warn you," You said with a nervous laugh. He was finally going to see what had become of your hard work.

In one swift movement, he pulls out the remaining fibers of yarn from the gift bag. The fibers look comically tiny on his gigantic metal hands. He recognises the material, looking at you with surprise. "Natural yarn?" He says instantly.

You showed him a photo that you had taken right after finishing making it, the cardigan appearing rather large on your smaller body as compared to his. "I knitted you a cardigan, only for the yarn to disintegrate.." You said quietly. You looked at the fibers he held, grimacing at the sight of it.

It was silent for a moment.

You blinked. Monty was frozen in place. He stared at you, the surprised expression still on his face. "Honey?" You called, waving a hand in front of him. He finally blinked once more, a loud roaring laugh spilling past his lips. He wheezed and chuckled, lifting you effortlessly into his side with his other arm. "Yer adorable!" He exclaimed as he twirled you around.

You squeaked in surprise and gripped tightly onto his shoulders for stability. He sets you down not a moment later, still keeping you next to him. He gives you a hug, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you returned the embrace. "You're not mad?" You finally asked after what felt like an eternity.

He guffaws. "Of course not! Having you love me enough, to the point that you made something for me is more than I could ask for." He kisses your nose afterwards, his eyes twinkling in happiness. A cheeky grin replaces the smile on his face, "Besides, I'm sure it was an honest mistake. I'll be more than happy to knit with ya next time,"

You sighed in relief, throwing your arms around his neck for another hug. "I was so worried that you'd be upset! Your gift is well, ruined.." He chuckles and presses his cheek against yours. "I could never be mad at ya for that, sweet cheeks."

He pulls away, gingerly returning the yarn fibers into the gift bag and leaving it on the floor. He grasps your hand gently, leading you to the easels and paint. "Let's get started?" He asks encouragingly. You nod, smiling to yourself as you watched him pick up the larger paintbrushes, ones custom made due to the proportions of his hands. You remembered when he still struggled beforehand, his already-gentle grip accidentally snapping the normal-sized paint brushes into halves like twigs.

He points his index and middle finger at you in a teasing stare, "No peeking." You rolled your eyes jokingly. "No looking at mine until I'm done either!" You responded. He narrows his gaze, challenging you silently.

"Deal. May the best lover win."

"Hey friends!" Chica greets from the door, a box of pizza held on one hand and a can of Fizzy-Faz on the other. She glances at you and Monty awkwardly, confused at the silent atmosphere. "I thought this was a date..?" She mutters.

You looked up from your canvas, shooting her a smile. "It is! Just that Mr. Artist over there," You raised an eyebrow in your boyfriend's direction. "He challenged me to a paint-off, if you will." Said gator shrugs, his confident demeanor not faltering. "I know I'm going to win!" He replies, crossing his arms as he stares you down. You returned his stare, the adrenaline pumping in your veins. Monty loved making activities into small competitions, it was all in good-natured fun. It also encouraged you to get out of your comfort zone, your competitive nature refusing to back down.

Chica chirps, "Oh! Does this mean I can choose the winner?" You nodded at her, "Of course. As long as Mon agrees as well." He grumbles but nods as well. The chicken sets the food onto the gator's vanity. "While you're both at that, I brought you some food (Y/N)! Consider it an apology from the rest and I, since you and Monty couldn't cook tonight.." She giggles embarrassedly, hinting at the aforementioned argument the Glamrocks had before your arrival. You waved a hand dismissively, "No worries about it, Chica."

"Only for them? None for me?" Monty says gruffly, looking at his bandmate. Chica squawks in a panic, "Well, we don't necessarily need to eat!" The gator smirks smugly. "Just teasing ya, Chica." She grumbles and crosses her arms, rolling her eyes.

Chica moves towards the door to exit. "Call me when you're both done!" She sends you a flying kiss as she leaves Monty's room. Your friend's antics were adorable, as hilarious as she was.

"Yer done?" Monty calls you after another half an hour. You looked up, meeting his gaze. "About to. How about you?" You responded as you dipped your paintbrush in the bucket of water. The water, once clear, was now a muddled shade of dark grey. Your lover crosses his arms again, looking at you smugly. "It's my finest masterpiece!" He says proudly.

You walked over to him, your eyes widening in surprise at his self-proclaimed masterpiece. "Mon, that's.. Me!" You exclaimed. It was not the first time of you being his subject of his many artworks, he had sketches upon sketches of you, all compiled in a binder that he hid behind his vanity. (Though you had seen some sketches, you were still yet to discover the binder.)

But, this was the first time he had painted you in detail. From the roots of your hair, to the tips of your eyelashes, to the curve of your nose, down to your lips that he adored.

You settle yourself onto his lap as you admired his work. "Ya like it?" He asks gently, watching carefully as you admired his portrait of you. "It's gorgeous," You reply, your voice just above a whisper. He presses a kiss onto the side of your head, "You're gorgeous."

Moments later, Monty asks you about your painting. You chuckled nervously, already knowing what his reaction would be to it. Reluctantly, you showed it to him. As predicted, he doubles over in laughter. He smacks his leg as he wheezes. For a robot, his laughs were incredibly human-like.

Your painting? It was your boyfriend as a realistic yet chubby alligator. You saw the meme of it while scrolling through social media the other day. Rather than showing it to him, you decided to paint it instead, even adding on his signature star-framed sunglasses.

As sentimental as his masterpiece of you was, your painting now had a permanent place in his room, hung right above his vanity.

"I say that we're both winners," He teases, stealing a kiss from you while you admired his work once more. "Bullshit," You scoffed as you pulled him closer. He chuckles, kissing you again.

"Happy Valentine's, darling."

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1ore · 3 years ago

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Now that I have internet i can spring this on you from the ask meme C:< (edited the wording on it for my own personal clarity LOL) 23. Introduce an OC that has changed a lot from your first draft of them

Oh man. Okay here's a long one because I’m going and going and going and g

Old Mora has the funniest visual development I think, just because she’s as old as Moribund itself is, and you can tell just how badly I struggle to nail down her design. I think I’ve finally gotten the challenging bits out of the way, but I need to draw her more to get everything else in order.

In Moribund, there’s this concept of the world being birthed and given motion by the interplay of two ur-beasts, an osprey and a snake. It’s not technically correct to say that Old Mora is the definitive osprey, but she rhymes with it, if that makes Any sense at all. So designing her is kind of like designing that in terms of “need to be getting it right”

In her earliest drafts (early ~2014 above) she looked a lot like the ur-snake, funny enough. The defining features of her face came to me all at once, like it should be impossible to tell which side is up and which is down, she should have a jowl window that doubles as an eye, a throat that doubles as an iris, streaming light-tears that are like threads in the eye of the needle, an arrow-shaped beak, etc. And I was really attached to this specific face for a long time, but the rest of her body wasn't coming to me.

like this is very cool but this is not my beautiful wife. (also 2014)

At some point, I went in the fucked up handbird direction, and I stayed there for a longo time too.

These wyvern-y ones are from 2014 as well. I remember the bottom one being kind of a bolt of inspiration re: uncanny feethands and winghands, but looking back she does just look like Smooth Lugia here.

2014/2015 was when Moribund started to find its way in terms of like, cohesive vision and feel of the world, (and also just me as a visual artist finding my way to drawing what I really liked to draw) and I think one of those growing pains was Mora moving from slippery handdragon to giant death bird.

Then I finally knocked the silly beak horns off her face.

Then in 2015 Iuhhhhhhh

violence magenta and indigo blue became morb (TM) blue-black and red. her beak is extremely funny here. you can tell i was struggling so bad, but I forgive her. I still like this piece.

she kind of middles around here for a while. She is pretty much quadruped for all of these; I experiment with making her handwings into seperately-motile coverts and primaries.

During this time I am so very concerned with wings and with the launching power of birds vs. pterosaurs and with figuring out a quadruped Mora.

Long story short: Birds can only get so big, because there’s a tradeoff between having more wing muscle and having more leg muscle. Your legs aren’t what you use to fly, so as they get bigger, they’re better for launching but heavier and more unwieldy while flying. If you get more wing muscle to compensate for carrying them, then that means you are now heavier and need more leg muscle to initially get you in the air. Eventually, you hit a ceiling where you either can’t launch, because you don’t have enough power out back, or you can’t fly, because the clap of your asscheeks keeps alerting the gravity. But pterosaurs can get Absolutely Ginormous because their wing muscles are also their launching muscles and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and then I get over it, because I like birds and mora looks cute but kind of dorky on all fours. (^ 2016)

(2018 ^) She’s allowed to get more organic over time. At some point I ditch the feethands completely, but I still choose to struggle with her beak teeth.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. that’s a design issue I had with her from day one. Drawing Mora from the front was a logistical nightmare because she’s so... shape (^ 2018)

I flirt with giving her perforated nostrils and making her more condor-like. (^2019)

doesn’t seem to stick. im still not giving up her beak teeth, but they’re still causing me problems. I want to go back and fix this piece actually, because it’s so recent but she looks sooooo dorky here. (^2021)

From here I think her most important additions are a.) extremely big feather boots and b.) moving the beak teeth up to her jowls. which fixes everything, for some reason

she's been one of those design journeys where a lot of the ideas were cool in isolation, but had to be abandoned because they just weren't serving the actual character that she is: a really big death bird who is also, like, just a woman.

now i just have to make good on drawing her more. and not at two in the morning. waw.

#THANK YOU REED!!!#now if youre asking about which character changed in writing the most over time thats a very different question #for lore who is not awake at two in the morning #i think ill do that aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tomorrow #uncaptioned images tag #sorry about that i have no brainmeat left #Tomorrow. tomorrow.#mora tag

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reassurance || oikawa tooru

SUMMARY: You and Oikawa Tooru have become close after spending weeks partnered together in your college course. You have an unspoken relationship, nothing exclusive, but Oikawa plans to change that once he realizes a toll his other female fanatics have on you and your confidence.

PAIRING: Oikawa x Fem!Reader RATINGS: T+ WARNINGS: language, negative feelings, anxiety, etc. WORD COUNT: 3.8k+

Author’s Note: This is my very first Haikyuu!! piece. I’m not sure how it ended up being Oikawa, but here we are! In the future, if you guys want, I’ll definitely do more Oikawa but also Sugawara, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama!

The jersey sits heavy on your shoulders – as if Atlas himself had bestowed the burden of carrying the weight of the world to you personally. Your back aches but you stand when the set is thrown across the court anyway, hands held close together in preparation of a clap.

He always gives you a reason to redden your hands in praise.

When the ball slams onto the court, his eyes turn to you – dark and playful, the lilt of a smirk on his lips. His left eye drops in a wink and as you bring your hand up to wave, your body tenses at the sound of screams from just behind your position in the bleachers.

“Oikawa!” They drag out each syllable of his name for an excessive amount of time, and the flirtatious drawl of their voices makes your skin crawl. They giggle in unison, a flurry of voices trying to be louder than the last, their laughter echoing off the gym walls, “Great serve!”

Your hands wring together in your lap as you find your seat again, eyes downcast so you cannot make out the frustrated expression on his face when you back down from them. He grits his teeth and curls his fists, but anyone looking on and unaware would believe he was just pushing himself to newer limits, a higher level to achieve. He is not known for his tendency to stagnate, especially not in a game where there are newscasters and reporters present, scouts for national level teams scattered in the stands.

“I heard he’s seeing someone,” a higher-pitched voice chimes in, just across your shoulder. Before you can turn your body to defend yourself, or the girl in question can continue, another one further to the left butts in, “Yeah, but I heard it’s not exclusive. Which basically means he’s still fair game.”

“He’s not a piece of meat, guys.”

You’re thankful for whichever third voice of reason pipes up, but the sheer number of girls giggling behind you does little to quell your spiraling nerves. The pit of your stomach is in shambles, your arms wrapped around your torso in an attempt to hold yourself together while the last set of the game winds down.

They’re not wrong, per say. You and Oikawa aren’t exclusively dating, not really calling one another pet names, or holding hands across campus. At most, you’re comfortable, your bodies walking in synch from building to building, finding it easy to fill the otherwise awkward silence with talk, or comfortable just basking in the quiet. He will throw an arm around your shoulders and kiss your temple, but the actual affection is saved for when he walks you to your car or you spend the evening studying in his dorm.

The two of you started off as lab partners, forced to spend extra time outside of class together to study and put together a project that’s worth a decent amount of your semester grade. In that time, you’d grown to enjoy his company, and he started inviting you out with his teammates and their friends after practice and to parties, and even to study together for other subjects outside of the lab class you were taking.

It was not long before your mouths found one another and your hearts grew to become intertwined.

And now, here you are, stood in the stands, your body on the edge of your seat as he twirls the ball in his palms, blowing a breath through his teeth as he steps to the edge of the court. He toes the white line, as if mentally marking the spot, the start of a smirk on his lips as he grows more confident with each passing second. Your heart stalls within your chest, just as it always does, when the ball is thrown into midair, spinning so quickly you can hardly see the multi-colored stripes, rather each piece blurring together to create one dark hue.

Oikawa manages to throw another service ace, bringing the game to match point in favor of your school’s team. As the ball is rolled back underneath the net, he turns to look at you, undoubtedly gazing directly into your eyes, tilting his head in your direction and blowing a kiss from the center of his palm.

You reach your palm out into midair, stretching your digits so your hand is wide open. It is a silly thing, something the both of you started when you had to be across campus from one another, unable to meet up for lunch or coffee or studying. After a moment, your fingers wrap around your empty palm, grabbing his intangible kiss from the space between you. He watches intently as you press your digits against your lips, the ghost of his kiss on the ridges of your fingerprints. As your mouth curls upward in a smile, Oikawa’s expression lilts to match your own, the faintest hint of dimples dipping into his cheeks on either side.

“If you think that was for you, then you’re delusional,” the tinny-voiced girl from before leans down to whisper in your ear, her hand menacingly placed on your shoulder, like a weight meant to sink you to the bottom of the ocean. “It was obviously for me. I have my linguistics course with ‘kawa, and he and I were partnered up for a project this past week. He’s so totally into me, even offered to carry my books.”

Her heels look pointed enough that she could pierce your throat or your eye with the tip, so you merely shove her hand off of your shoulder and turn around, clapping as Oikawa tosses his next serve up in the air. You rally with the rest of the crowd, whooping and hollering when his hand hits the ball, a loud echo from the slap making you wince.

When you look up, the ball is in play, volleying back and forth from one side to the next. Oikawa’s face is flushed, hands at the ready as he takes his position. After a few more moments, a perfect set from Oikawa to your team’s ace lands them the final point they need to win the set.

The entire crowd goes ecstatic, everyone standing to their feet, ringing their bells and blaring their horns, clapping their hands as the boys on the court jump up and down and hug one another. Oikawa has his arm around the ace, tugging him to tell him something close in his ear, but his eyes wander to the crowd, finding you in an instant, dropping his left lid down in a wink. You can’t help the way your heart constricts within your ribs, like a caged dove desperate to fly free. Your hand are over your face as the teams both line up to thank one another for the game, and once they are released to the locker rooms, you start to gather your things.

You hear a snicker from above you, and when you turn your head, a thin, beautiful brunette with blue eyes is glaring down at you, a smirk tugging upward on her thin, peachy lips. She cackles, crossing her arms over her ample chest to multiply the appearance of her size, “I hope you’re not waiting around for ‘Kawa. Prepare to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed in what?”

The familiar, smooth voice in your ear sends your whole body into a stupor. You look over your shoulder, but he’s already so close to you that you can feel the heat of him against your side. Oikawa’s palm slides into the back pocket of your jeans and your tongue lolls back in your throat, near choked on the organ as you watch him sidle his attention to the girls stood behind you on the next row of bleachers, an unassuming expression aligning his features.

Your body flushes with heat, face warm to the touch and your backside where his hand is currently placed is practically throbbing at the attention. Oikawa pulls you in tighter, your body tucked into his side, and he smiles, eyes near-sparkling underneath the fluorescent gym lighting.

“Hey pretty girl,” he kisses the crown of your head, squeezing you with his elbow that is around your back as best he can, “did you enjoy the game?”

Glancing up at him, you make eye contact and it floods your body with a familiar warmth, your stomach doing flips and your heart pattering within your chest, “Yes, you did so well! That’s two more service aces than last game!”

“That’s my girl.” Another kiss is pressed to your temple, his lips warm and smooth against your skin. You note that he’s being even more affectionate than normal, and you have to wonder if it’s in response to seeing those girls encroaching on your space. “Now what was this about being disappointed? Not in my game, was it? I know I screwed up a couple of times, but I think I redeemed myself alright!”

You turn to the girls stood in the bleachers, their faces paling in color as their jaws hang open just slightly, his words doing little to reign them in. The expression on your face has morphed into one of self-satisfaction and smugness, lips quirked into a smirk, one brow cocked upward, “No, ‘Ru, I think you did great. These girls were just worried you weren’t paying attention during the sets, is all.”

Oikawa stifles a laugh before it can break through the aloof expression he is wearing, eyes wide as he narrows his gaze to the group of college girls now stammering and blushing in regret for sticking around this long. He reaches behind his head to rest his palm on his neck, cocking his jaw slightly to the side to relay even more of an innocent appearance. You turn your body closer to him, his chest pressed against yours from the side, your arms circled around his waist. Now his hand in your pocket is on full display, thumb jutted out from the fabric, but the other four fingers are perfectly slotted against your backside.

“I’ll admit I was a little distracted,” he scrunches his nose, eyes crinkling at the edges as he does so. He turns from them to you, sliding his other hand down your ribs to your free pocket, aligning the fronts of your bodies so your chests are flush. Oikawa’s honeyed gaze is lingering on you, and for the moment you feel like there is a spotlight on the two of you, center stage as he brushes the tip of his nose against the bridge of your face.

“I knew you were coming to the game, all decked out in my jersey. I couldn’t help but stare at you between sets.” Your cheeks burn as he kisses your forehead, but you can’t help the uneasiness that you feel swirling in your stomach, dripping down your throat like acid. You wonder if his intentions are pure – is he truly claiming you as his in front of this crowd, or is he merely trying to throw them off of his scent, using you as bait?

Oikawa tugs on the hem of the jersey adorning your torso, something akin to pride shining in his warm irises, quelling the turmoil in your belly for just a moment. “You look adorable in my clothes.”

The shrill one out of the three speaks up, pushing herself onto her tip-toes to appear taller, looming down over you both, “B-But I thought you guys weren’t allowed to let other people wear their jerseys?”

“Oh yeah,” Oikawa waves his hand in midair, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “I got special permission from the coach, he said since I was the one who closed our last few games with those service aces, he’d let me loan the jersey out to my girl.”

At the mention of my girl, Oikawa turns to kiss you on the forehead, tucking your head beneath his chin as he holds you closer. He smiles over the top of you at the group of girls, a smug tone seeping into his words, in spite of his innocent expression, “Are you girls here for someone?”

They all begin to stutter in jumbled tones before scrambling down the bleachers, apologizing and taking their leave. The door to the gymnasium has hardly shut before Oikawa bursts into a fit of laughter, holding you by the arms as he takes in your bashful expression. He leans down, trying to remain close despite the noisy crowds maneuvering their way through the gym, “You wanna grab something to eat? Coach gave us tomorrow off from practice, so I don’t have to head back to the dorms just yet.”

“Yeah,” you nod, your hands pressing flat to his chest, jersey stuck to his skin with sweat. You scrunch your nose in response, shaking your head and forcing a disgusted sound from the back of your throat, “You better shower first though, Tooru, cause I’m not going anywhere with your stink.”

Oikawa squeezes your backside gently with his limited grip, hands still stuffed in your pockets, “I’ll be out of the locker room in a few minutes. You can wait for me in the car, okay?”

Your hand finds his keys, jingling as you move your hip, the lanyard weighing heavy on your beltloop, “Yeah, okay.”

His eyes find you instantaneously, your tone dropped an octave as you loop your index finger through the o-ring that his car key is attached to, your knuckle crooked around the cool metal, as if you were keeping it safe from harm. Oikawa pulls you forward with a gentle tug against your backside, your body enraptured with his as he looks down at you, his nose brushing your forehead.

“Thank you for coming,” Oikawa’s lips are against the dip in your brows, running down the bridge of your nose, “I think you’re my favorite good luck charm.”

You can’t help but chuckle sarcastically, your fists curling around his jersey, “As if you need any good luck, ‘Ru.”

Oikawa withdraws his hands from your pockets, but pats your ass gently, causing you to stumble into him until your bodies are flush. He laughs into your hair, kissing the crown of your head affectionately before releasing you.

He’s walking away, but he makes sure to call over his shoulder, “Of course I don’t, I’ve got you!”

You’re trying to contain your blush all the way back to his car, wringing your hands in front of your body, twirling his car keys between your knuckles. You play with the fob attached, his name embroidered with his number and the school’s logo – a gift you bought for him a few months into the semester. He pulled you into his lap when he made out what it was, his hands cupped around your thighs as your knees settled on either side of his hips, gentle words parting his lips: “How is it you already know me so well?”

You are alone in the car for a good twenty minutes, and you pass the time by listening to the radio and scrolling through several of your social media accounts and checking your emails from various professors. Before you know it, he’s startling you when he opens the driver’s side door. You press your hand over your heart, eyes widening as he slips into the front seat, long legs slotting beneath the steering wheel.

Oikawa reaches across the console to press his palm to your thigh, squeezing the fleshiest expanse of skin gently, “Hey, pretty girl. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Your palm finds his knuckles, a soft smile upturning your features at the gentleness of his mannerisms. Oikawa’s thumb brushes back and forth against the inner seam of your jeans, leaning his torso closer so he can nudge his nose against your cheek in a teasing motion. His smile can be felt against your skin, the corners of his lips upturned along your jawline.

“You.”

The answer is nothing short of truthful. He does not have to know in what capacity you’re thinking of him, only that you’ve given him the real reason as to why your brow is crinkled and your gaze is far-off rather than focused on him. Your heart twinges within your chest and your stomach grows sour the longer you think about those girls and what they had to say, how quickly they disregarded you.

“You’re adorable,” his mouth finds your cheek in a chaste kiss before he settles into the driver’s seat and shifts the car into reverse. Oikawa’s hand never leaves your thigh, pinned there by the immovable force of gravity, held in place by sheer will. Even as he orders at the drive-thru and maneuvers the car to the nearby park, his palm does not waver. It spreads a contagious heat, like a virus pricking at your veins, begging to be let in to devour you whole until you are nothing but a shell left behind by his affections.

Before you know it, the car is parked and Tooru is helping you out of your side of the vehicle. His hand is on yours and you almost stumble on your way to the meadow-like section of the boardwalk. You toe off your shoes and kick them to the side, sat in the grass as he straightens out a blanket he keeps in his car for times like these.

You are quiet as you nibble on your food, playing with the wrapper in between bites. Oikawa lets you stew in your own thoughts for a few minutes before he is breaking the silence, leaning his body into your personal space to shatter the box you’ve built around yourself.

“Is everything okay?” Oikawa’s hand is on your knee now, searing into your skin with the ridges of his fingertips, “You’ve been rather quiet since we left the gym.”

Immediately, your mind is thrown back to the scene you witness just before leaving. The group of girls all ganged up against you, sneering and snickering at your excitement at Oikawa’s success, as well as his affections towards you. Doubt crawls up your spine like a shadow, clutches it’s spiny claws into your shoulders and latches onto your skin, an itching starting that you know cannot be quelled with words alone.

“Wh-What did you think of those girls at the end of the game?”

You are taking a chance, stepping out onto a tightrope with no net underneath to catch you if you fall. Oikawa owes you nothing – there is no commitment, no promise that the two of you have made to one another. Is that not what the girls were saying? That you were not exclusive to one another, and therefore you have no claim to him.

The entirety of your body grows heavy as he speaks his next words, those golden brown eyes finding something off in the distance to focus on, “They were pretty, I guess. Not really my type, how about you?”

It is meant to be a joke, you think.

Oikawa is using his typical flat tone that he has to channel for when he is being overly sarcastic and must mask it before his façade falls into a fit of giggles. And still, the twitching of his lip, the telltale sign of his impending grin, does nothing to force your fear to the side. Rather, it multiplies at his false confession, building to a crescendo of acid within your belly, lapping at the innermost parts of you until you’re broken in the worst ways.

“Hey, I’m just teasing-”

A palm brushes your cheek but you are too numb to notice. Your eyes are lost, focused in on one blade of grass near your feet, trying to count the shades of green that reflect off the moonlight up above. The air surrounding you is like a balm, but you wish it were a salve; anything to help soothe the burning of your soul.

The charred ashes within your stomach start to suffocate you, floating up your esophagus until they burn the base of your throat and choke your tongue from the inside out. Tears simmer against your lashes and your face flushes with the threat of emotion taking over you like an apparition.

The feel of a knuckle against the underside of your chin, the fleshiest part, is what breaks you from your downward spiral, Oikawa’s voice quick to follow, “You can talk to me, you know.”

Your hands seek out his proximity, palms curling around his sweatshirt as the temptation to ask your questions sits on your tongue. The acid drips down the muscle to the back of your throat to meet the ashes, your jaw locked as you try to speak. Oikawa’s hand expands along your neck, thumb brushing against your jugular to coax the words from the base of your throat.

“Do you like me?”

A silence stretches between the two of you for a short moment before his fit of giggles breaks through it. Oikawa slots his hand into your hair and nuzzles your nose with his own, “Do you really think I would ask coach to break the jersey rules for me if I didn’t like you?”

You begin to babble, stuttering syllables crossing your lips as you try your best to defend yourself. Your hands go clammy and your tongue feels thick in your throat, eyes flitting across his face while you attempt to compose your emotions. Before you can force a full sentence from between your teeth, Oikawa has captured your lips in a kiss.

His mouth against yours melds your thoughts together until your mind is mush, unwilling and unable to create coherent thoughts. Your fingers shake against the fibers of his sweatshirt, shaking with the need to have him closer. He feels your desperation and smiles into the kiss, his own hands curling around your frame. He wants you closer now, as if the non-verbal confession has created something new between the two of you, a fresh bloom to admire and showcase.

As he pulls away, Tooru is still grinning, “I didn’t want to rush you, but I want you. Whatever that means for you. Relationship or not.”

“Relationship,” you are quick to answer, eager as you push yourself up on your knees, closer to his face. Your lips find his again, arms wound around his shoulders so you can be flush against his torso, fingertips brushing through his hair. He encourages you onto his lap, hands flat along your shoulders to steady you as you find your balance.

Oikawa’s nose nudges down your cheek and jaw, nipping kisses creating tiny red, aggravated marks against your skin that fade within moments of their origin, “You have nothing to be jealous of, princess. I promise.”

Your cheeks burn at his recall of your earlier admission, the insecurities eating away at your innards even through his affirmations. Oikawa licks his tongue along the column of your throat, forcing a shiver up your spine, and successfully redirecting your attention from your throttling thoughts to his warm mouth.

“If you still don’t believe me,” his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, eyes full of mirth as he gazes up at you through thick lashes, “then let me show you.”

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not gonna lie..... this is NOT my favorite piece so if you made it this far thank you! if you’d like a second piece, one a little more spicy in nature, please let me know!!! or if you have any drabble/thirst requests i’d love to answer them!!!!!

bokuto is my next victim so be on the lookout for that! hopefully we’ll have lots more haikyuu posts in the future!

#oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #morgan writes hq #my writing

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herrwagner · 4 years ago

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[Hi there! So, I've really been enjoying your long-term corruption arc on Krakoa with Dis/goreverine. Any spoilers or thoughts you're willing to share about that? No pressure! I'm really on board with Krakoa taking a dive into the horror genre because it's seriously just begging to be written.]

Hi! I would answer this privately but I know for a fact there are more people that wanna know, so I hope you don’t mind x: But that said let’s do a lil deep dive!

And a small disclaimer like this all very much a work in progress, it is all very dynamic and can be changed when things more fitting are figured out and so on. It’s a thing.

Also this can you know... contain triggers so it will be under a cut for safety’s sake! Also it’s gonna be looong.

So first things first: I am so happy you like it and sent this! Truly over the moon so like thank you so so much for letting me go off an ramble. I will probably be enjoy this more than anyone else so let’s go!

It’s not so much corruption as it is just letting base instincts be a more prominent part of things. The whole embrace your nature aspect is very big on Krakoa, and I don’t see that lessening over the years. For Kurt, being of Neyaphem decent. that very much comes down to embracing a more demonic side that he has been pushing hard to keep away from himself up until now.

Before Krakoa Kurt has made a very big point of not associating with Azazel more than he has to, and that includes denying a lot of himself, a lot of his heritage. simply to easier handle who he himself is as a person. Getting to Krakoa is like getting force feed with having to dive deep and embrace it whether he likes it or not.

It looks a lot like Kurt may well be spiraling because of getting there, but it started slowly already when he gave up his immortal soul. Krakoa is just a fair ground where he can explore it and adapt without judgment, which honestly is what’s been holding him back the most the whole time. Wanting to fit in is so important to Kurt, and being as different as he is makes fitting in pretty damn hard. So while getting to Krakoa is a culture shock in a sense it is also very reliving and helpful.

Then we have the whole rebirth aspect. Since you basically get reborn as soon as you’ve been confirmed as dead on Krakoa, it is a pretty big part of how they live. Death doesn’t have the consequence it did before and all that. The interesting part to remember is how canon stated that each rebirth furthers a mutation slightly ( about 4 % on Krakoa, and a lot more on Arakko ).

Because Kurt’s mutation is a very visual kind it shows very clearly on him how that affects him. Most obviously it shows in his appearance. How it over time change his features, fur getting a slightly different texture, the nails becoming more like claws, the teeth getting a lot bigger, his eyes going from reflecting like ( like that on a feline ) to actually glowing with hellfire, starting to grow horns, etc. The list is very long and it’s just small subtle shift for each rebirth, but over the years there are a lot of rebirths which means a lot of change.

I specifically hc that Kurt has two deaths and ultimately two rebirths happening from Arakko which means he has two instances of very very big changes. Those are the times you basically trade a kitten for a panther in changes. 20 years into it, some Krakoa rebirth and the two from Arakko. and Kurt looks very different. He’s gotten taller with about two inches. He has a lot sharper angles to his face and whole body structure. The claws are full out claws, like you can’t mistake those for nails anymore. There is an ever present scent of sulfur about him, like it seems to come from inside him. Looking him in the eye and his eyes look like they are burning on the inside. He grows large ram like horns, they’re not perfectly symmetrical but it really lends itself well to the whole aesthetic Kurt is going for by then.

So that is all that looks go. Now the mutation as far as abilities goes this is interesting and something I haven’t thought too much about. But either way Kurt will never get his immortal soul back, meaning he is very HARD to kill. He’s pretty much close to immortal, meaning the times he has died and been reborn it’s been pretty extreme circumstances. The teleportation isn’t as limited anymore, and cross dimension teleportation isn’t even hard to manage by then. just to give you an idea of what I’ve been thinking for it.

Now Kurt himself as a person hasn’t change all that much, funnily enough. He is still very kind, he will listen to anyone and be there for them. None of this is different. The difference is that the social structure of how Krakoa works is something Kurt has evolved with. He has a lot of patience, yes. but in the right company he has no patience because that is how certain groups have structured their social standards. In some groups violence speaks louder, and Kurt will take part in it. He is embracing all parts of Krakoa, because it is very much part of his job as spiritual leader and High Priest.

What he didn’t plan on is this part that enjoy the most; Kurt certainly sat out on the mission of figuring out how religion could still fit in to society of Krakoa. He isn’t the only one to leave his religion behind in the human world, and needed something else to help find a steadier footing in this new world. He was however not planning on accidentally becoming a central figure of this new “religion” and some kind of semi mortal manifestation of divinity to mutant kind.

Yes I’m talking about Kurt basically becoming mutant kinds Jesus, and it only happened because people listened to him. I imagine that at first Kurt is just one of many people talking about religion and the spiritual differences the Krakoan way of living is compared to that outside of it. But it slowly evolves from him being one of them, to them putting him on a pedestal he has no idea of how to get down from, and it is spiraling quickly. So instead fighting it Kurt is embracing it and doing as best he can by those that look to him for answers and guidance.

Looking to religions they left behind he has a lot of similarities to both Jesus and Lucifer, which is easily transferred to the new belief to have him as a “missing link” between the divine and the mortal. Kurt is well aware he is by no means a deity or any kind of Devine figure. But if people need him to be a saint, a messiah, a leader... he damn well will be the best one he can for their sake. He won’t abandon them, and it also gives him something to care for, something to belong in and feel like he is meant to do. He is in short happy to do it.

Because of how elevated he becomes because of this, aka with how people view him and ultimately treat him he is basically becoming a cult leader in a sense, for lack of better term. He will touch those that feel like it will help them in whatever way. He will hear them, see them, speak to them. He is devoted to be what they need him to be.

Now as far as that looks is interesting, and I am glad you asked. Once Kurt starts growing horns they don’t stop growing, however they have to start from zero each time he is reborn. Which means for weeks he is walking around with a bleeding head as the horns have to come out. The blood from this is generally viewed as a blessing to somehow get, much like all of Kurt’s blood but this is more like a ceremony to be worthy of getting in on if you will. He can bleed pretty heavily and has at times been blinded by his own blood getting in his eyes.

Once the bleeding stop it’s another whole ceremony of carving the horns with their new holy symbols. Generally Daken ( @goreverine ) helps with this as the knife used for it is made from one of Daken’s claws. The horns does bleed during this but it doesn’t hurt Kurt. Most commonly he also has two or three trinkets hanging from one of the horns when they’re done.

On accident Daken also managed to impale Kurt’s hands on his claws ( yes they had sex, yes Kurt asked for it, and no neither one considered the consequences ). And yes this escalated even more the view people had of Kurt as a holy figure as now it was like seeing him being Christ with the wounds in his palms. There are a lot of similar things going, that can very logically be explained. But you try to be logical to a group of people that want a Devine explanation and want to run with it. Kurt as simply stopped trying to explain and just let them do their own assumptions of what he is and looks like. Wounds included.

So uhm... this got long but hi ask away c: I love to talk about this

#tesstingyou #goreverine #• save #• headcanon #blood tw #tw blood #Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights

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doctorslippery · 4 years ago

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1.) Player grows an eye in a random location that operates independently of the player. The player gets advantage on advantage on perception checks but disadvantage on charisma checks while the eye is exposed.

2.) The character’s eyes melt away, leaving empty sockets. He or she has disadvantage on Charisma (Persuasion) checks, but gains blindsight out to a range of 60 feet. The character is blind beyond this distance

3.)The character develops gills. He or she can breathe underwater, but has disadvantage on Constitution saving throws when not fully submerged.

4.)The character’s skin is cold and clammy to the touch. The character gains resistance to cold damage and vulnerability to fire damage

5.)The character awakens with a parched feeling in their throat, and their face has lost any semblance of a mouth. The character no longer needs to eat or drink and gains the ability to communicate telepathically with any creature within 30 feet with whom they share a language, but otherwise cannot speak.

6.)The character grows an additional face on the back of their head. At inopportune times it begins to argue with the character, giving him or her disadvantage on Wisdom (Persuasion) and Dexterity (Stealth) checks. While the second face is uncovered the character cannot be surprised, except when incapacitated.

7.) The Character Grows an opposable thumb opposite their current one.

8.) The character grows a tentacle from their back. It can be used to make an attack at a creature within 5’ and deals 1d4 damage

9.) Maddening but forbidden knowledge fills the characters mind causing them to gain a point of intelligence but lose a point of wisdom

10.) Maddening but forbidden knowledge fills the characters mind causing them to gain a point of wisdom but lose a point of intelligence

11.) Half of the Characters face becomes flesh and saggy imposing a -2 to any charisma check

12.) The characters teeth become enlarged, jagged, and pointy making it hard to talk and imposing a -2 to any charisma check

13.) Vile, purple fleshy wings sprout from the characters back allowing the character to fly at a speed of 10’ but imposing disadvantage on charisma checks

14.) A Circular, toothy mouth grows in the center of the character's stomach. The character suffers one point of exhaustion each day the mouth is not fed raw meat in the morning.

15.) A cloud of strange biting and stinging insects surrounds the character. Any living creature within 5’ of the character at the start of their turn takes 1 point of piercing damage. Killing the insects causes more to erupt from the players skin

16.) The Characters hands and feet become webbed granting them a swim speed of 30’ but imposing disadvantage on any dexterity check to finely manipulate objects (sleight of hand)

17.) Character becomes overly obese, imposing disadvantge on Dexterity and constitution checks.

18.) Characters hands become grotesque claws.The character can no longer wield weapons or shields but its natural attack does 1d6 damage.

19.) The Character grows a 3rd leg replacing its genitals. Movement speed is increased by 10’ but disadvantage on any charisma check

20.) The character’s head elongates and brain increases in size. +2 to intelligence and -2 to charisma

21.) The Characters head becomes a random animal head granting them the perception capabilities of the creature

22.) The character’s skin slowly sags off and replenishes itself constantly. Player gains resistance to slashing weapons but disadvantage on charisma checks.

23.) The Characters becomes impossibly thin and no longer needs to eat or drink. Doing so immediately makes the character vomit uncontrollably.

24.) Something is constantly moving under the characters skin

25.) The Characters ears become large and batlike. The character has advantage on hearing based perception checks but disadvantage on charisma checks.

26.) Pulsating sores and blisters cover the character's body. Anyone striking the character in melee combat takes 1d4 poison damage but the character has disadvantage on charisma checks

27.) The Characters tongue becomes forked granting it advantage on deception checks but disadvantage on insight checks

28.) Character becomes covered in gross, coarse black fur.

29.) Character no longer blinks and eyes become bulging. People around character are unnerved

30.) The Character's mouth becomes like a mindflayer. The character can eat normally but will eat brains when given the opportunity. Disadvantage on charisma checks

31.) Characters arms and legs become covered in gibbering mouths. The character has disadvantage on all stealth checks.

32.) The character's skin becomes a series of interlocking purple and green scales. The character can no longer wear armor but its natural armor becomes 13

33.) The character's skin becomes chameleon-like. The character has advantage on all stealth checks made while wearing minimal clothing but disadvantage on charisma checks.

34.) The character’s muscles become unnaturally and oddly large. The character becomes stronger but less nimble. +2 strength -2 Dexterity

35.) Characters muscles twist and diminish but the character becomes exceptionally fast and nimble. +2 Dexterity -2 Strength.

36.) the character’s hands and feet grow suction cups like an octopus at the end of their fingers and toes. The character can spider climb at will.

37.) The character's beauty becomes unnatural but at the sacrifice of brain power. +2 charisma -2 intelligence

38.) The character becomes unnaturally ugly but gains intellect. -2 Charisma +2 Intelligence

39.) The character's skin turns dark purple and constantly produces moisture. Disadvantage on charisma checks but advantage to escape or avoid a grapple.

40.) The character constantly smells like offal imposing disadvantage on charisma checks but imposing disadvantage on the first attack roll any creature makes against it.

41.) Ancient Arcane knowledge fills the character and its eyes turn bright blue. Character can pick one cantrip from the wizard spell list and cast it 1/day

42.)Ancient Eldritch knowledge fills the character and its eyes turn bright purple. Character can pick one cantrip from the warlock spell list and cast it 1/day

43.) Ancient Divine knowledge fills the character and its eyes turn bright Yellow. Character can pick one cantrip from the Priest spell list and cast it 1/day

44.) Ancient Natural knowledge fills the character and its eyes turn bright Green. Character can pick one cantrip from the Druid spell list and cast it 1/day

45.) The character's skin begins rotting. The nauseous smell imposes disadvantage on charisma checks.

46.) The character's skin is unnaturally warm to the touch. The character gets resistance to fire damage but vulnerability to cold damage.

47.) Twisted bone horns burst from the character's skull. The character can make a gore attack for 1d4 damage but has disadvantage on charisma checks.

48.) A second pair of arms, but purple and gnarly burst from the characters side. The character can use them to make an extra attack at disadvantage but has disadvantage on charisma checks.

49.) The characters facial features become opposite(mouth where eyes are, etc). The character has disadvantage on charisma checks.

50.) The character's ears become lumpy, saggy, and fleshy. The character has disadvantage on perception checks related to hearing but advantage on saves related to hearing.

51.) Disgusting bony spines and spurs erupt from the characters body. Any creature striking the character takes 1d2 damage and the character has disadvantage on charisma checks

52.) The character's blood becomes acidic. Anyone striking the character takes 1d6 acid damage including the character themselves.

53.) A fatty sack of poisonous fluid grows on the character's neck. The character can spit poison at any creature within 10’ for 1d6 but suffers a -1 to charisma

54.) The character's eyes become slitted like a snake and the character blinks from the sides. Character can cast Charm Person 1/week but has disadvantage on charisma checks otherwise

55.) Ancient knowledge fills the characters head, they immediately gain proficiency in a random skill but also suffers from a random indefinite madness

56.) A new language forces its way into the characters head. They immediately learn a new language but also suffer from a random indefinite madness.

57.) The characters' arms turn into long purple tentacles. The character gains advantage on strength based checks but disadvantage on dexterity based checks

58.) The character's skin turns black with red veins. The character has advantage on stealth checks in dim light or lower and disadvantage on stealth checks in light brighter than dim.

59.) The character sweats blood and drinks blood to sustain themselves or suffer the effects of dehydration.

60.) The Players back becomes twisted and haunched with a ridge of multi-colored spikes. -2 to Con but the character can run on all fours at 50’ a round.

61.) The character's lower half becomes gelatinous. The character's movement is restricted to 15’ per round, but becomes resistant to bludgeoning damage.

62.) The character becomes full gelatinous, a floating brain inside of a gelatinous mass. The players become the statistics of the black pudding but it retains its mental abilities.

63.) Small Tentacles erupt from the character’s skin all over their body. The character has advantage on any grapple oriented checks but disadvantage on charisma checks.

64.) The character's mouth becomes a circular maw with rows of pointed teeth and their tongue a sickly tentacle. The characters charisma is reduced by 3 but they can make a bite attack against a character in melee range for 1d6

65.) Eyes of all shapes and sizes appear all over the characters head. The character can see all directions and is no longer surprised but their charisma is reduced by 5 and they are afflicted by a random indefinite madness.

66.) The character grows a thin prehensile tail. The character has advantage on climbing checks.

67.) The character's skull contorts and expands to house the second brain it grows. +4 to intelligence but -4 to Charisma.

68.) Eldritch knowledge fills the characters head at too fast of a rush to stay sane. +4 to wisdom but character is afflicted with indefinite madness.

69.) The character increases in size 1 category but the transformation leaves their skin and muscles twisted and stretched around their bones that have become more brittle because of the change. Character is now vulnerable to bludgeoning damage.

70.) The character decreases in size 1 category but the transformation has caused their skin and muscles to sag and hang disgustingly and the strain on their bones has made them more brittle. The character is vulnerable to bludgeoning damage.

71.) The character’s eyes turn pitch black and veins of corruption branch out from their eyes. The character occasionally glimpses sights of the beyond and has advantage on Insight checks but must roll a dc 12 wisdom save daily or the glimpse of the beyond drives them mad with a new madness. The effects are cumulative until the character makes 3 saves in a row.

72.) A hooked black beak grows where the players mouth once was. The player throws up any food that isn’t worms. Disadvantage on charisma checks.

73.) The character’s legs become bestial and twisted, bending deeply in the opposite direction and grow hooved feet. The character can no longer wear armor but has its speed increased by 10’ and their jump distance is increased by 10’

74.) A second head grows awkwardly off the neck of the character. The head has the exact opposite alignment and personality of the character. It does not control the body but will try to influence the character

75.) Thick, mucusy webbing connects from the character’s arms to their side allowing them to glide as if affected by feather fall but they can no longer wear armor.

76.) The character's skin and muscles become translucent allowing people to see their internal organs. -4 to charisma.

77.) A large, bone plated set of spiked plating starts at the back of the characters head and runs down their back to a long spiked bone tail. The character can make a tail whip attack for 1d6 damage but suffers a -3 to constitution.

78.) The character’s muscles burst through and appear on top of their skin in places. The character becomes vulnerable to slashing damage.

79.) The bottom of the character’s face gets wider and the characters mouth contorts into a twisted grin they can’t change no matter what. The character has advantage on any intimidation check but disadvantage on all other charisma checks.

80.) The characters' facial features all merge into one grotesque eye in the center of their face. The character can no longer speak or smell but can communicate telepathically with creatures within 30’ and the otherworldly eye gives them advantage on perception checks.

81.) A second head grows on a 5’ long tentacle from the characters back. It moves independently of the character, has the opposite alignment, and personality of the character.

82.) 8 Large spidery legs burst from the characters back. The character can no longer wear normal armor but can spider climb at will

83.) The character is stricken with 2 random indefinite madness as whispers from the beyond begin to plague their every waking thought

84.) The characters nose and mouth form into that of a wolf. The character has advantage on perception checks that rely on smell and can make a bite attack for 1d4 but loses 4 points of charisma

85.) The character’s body painfully contorts and twists so that their torso and upper body is facing the opposite direction of their legs. The Character has disadvantage on dexterity based checks and attack rolls

86.) The character grows ugly, misshapen genitals of both genders all over their body causing them to suffer a -4 to charisma but also exudes pheromones that attract members of both genders to reproduce pheromone save is con dc 10. The character is driven to reproduce with anyone under the effect of the pheromones

87.) Iridescent fish scales appear all over the character’s body. The Characters natural Ac becomes 12 and they become resistant to cold damage but their movement on land is haved and their charisma is reduced by 3

88.) The character gains a glimpse of the beyond, and their eyes have tiny little stars in them. Once per day the character can attempt to tap into that memory to have the DM answer a yes or no question about the character's immediate future. Doing so doesn’t come without risk however, as the character must roll a DC 15 wisdom check or suffer a permanent insanity and fail to grasp the future.

89.) The character’s skin turns albino. The character becomes sensitive to bright sunlight and suffers disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks in direct sunlight.

90.) The character becomes covered in diseased, pus-filled boils. Constitution and Charisma -2 but the character transmits a random disease to anyone touching or touched by them

91.) Insect Like pincers and teeth grow in place of the characters mouth. The character is driven to eat only bark and leaves for sustenance but can make an additional bite attack each turn for 1d4 damage

92.) Large Bulbous tumors grow over nearly every inch of the characters body making them resistant to bludgeoning damage but reducing their dexterity by 2

93.) 2 extra leathery and clawed arms grow out of each side of the character. The character can make 1 extra melee weapon attack per round or a claw attack for 1d6 and has advantage on grappling based checks but suffers a -2 to charisma, strength, and dexterity.

94.) Wings like a fly's burst from the characters back as well as tiny fly legs from the character’s side. The character can fly at a movement speed of 20’ but suffers a -2 to charisma and loses the ability to speak except in buzzes

95.) The characters' visage constantly switches to whatever horror the viewer perceives to be their worst nightmare. Anyone directly viewing the character must make a wisdom save DC 12 or suffer a temporary madness.

96.) The characters eyes now move independently on stalks that hang a foot out of their eye sockets. The character is able to look in two directions at the same time but the loss of proper depth perception and disorienting feeling of their new eyes makes them suffer disadvantage on perception checks.

97.) The characters arms grow overly large and long until they are just above the ground. The character gains 5’ of reach on melee attacks but the strain of their muscles ripping reduces their strength by 2 and dex by 1.

98.) The force of the corruption becomes too much for the character to contain and they transform into a hostile gibbering mouther. Nothing short of a wish spell can bring the character back to life.

99.) The force of the corruption and the glimpse of the beyond is so potent that the character gains 1 level. However, they are stricken with two permanent madnesses

100.) Roll Twice

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mystery-star · 5 years ago

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How to draw a fantasy or alien creature

Here’s an easy way to draw some special creatures and that’ll still look good even if you got zero drawing talent.

To illustrate the guide a little, I’ll be adding notes, thoughts and process pictures of an example I did. (I apologize for the suboptimal quality of my camera in advance)

You'll need:

a piece of paper

pencil

eraser

optional: coloured pencils (or water colors, felt pens etc)

a computer / iPad etc. (a mobile phone works too but it gets small)

Or if you don’t have a computer or so or the pictures you want (See step 3) are already printed. However, I do recommend to use digital pics because they hold many advantages.

printed pictures of the components

a window or light source

Step 1:

The Basic design of your animal

Think about the basic body-form: Shall it be long, round, tall etc. ? Or use looks of other animals as reference. Decide what perspective you will draw it from. (from the side or the front? Or maybe from above?)

Try to come up with a few features about its habitat: Is it hot or cold, dry or wet, or in mountains? Maybe it lives in the air or underwater. This’ll help you with the colors or the skin texture later on or even has influences on the body-form.

Even humanoid aliens are possible with that guide, just use a human as the main reference, then change parts to make them look different. (Though I never tried that before yet)

My animal

It shall be a predator-species called Orinthio that lives in a tropical area. It’s a rather bulky animal and I’ll draw it from the side. Although in my case I mostly want to draw the creatures because I inculded them in a story, so the habitat and maybe a rough description was already given. (Not for the Ornthio though, I invented that for the tutorial, which was a mistake because I did not prepare everything as carefully as I usually do when introducing a new animal.)

Step 2

Divide it into sections

Split your animal into different body parts such as: head, legs or arms, main-body, extras (wings, tail, horns, hairs etc.). Of course you won’t need all the parts for each animal but these are just ideas. Also think of details such as: eyes, ears, hairs, fur, spikes, feet, hands, fingers, claws, tip of tail, teeth etc.)

Then collect ideas for what the parts you defined could look like. Search an object or existing animal as reference.

But in all your creativity, pay some attention to physical "rules" (Like tiny, thin bird legs for an elephant shaped animal? Or a thickly furred, black panther for a desert? Better not)

The parts for my Orinthio will be:

head -> shall look like a rhino’s

horn -> will look like a croissant

main body -> shall be the one of a horse

legs -> like a crab

tail -> shall be a baseball bat

tail tip -> is a spade (from the cards)

Step 3

Find the pictures

Now you’ll need to search pictures of your objects of reference. Try to pay attention to perspective, chose such that make ‘sense’ with the rest of your drawing. Don’t just take the first picture you see coming up in Google images. Do some research and also try other animals or objects that look similar. Often you’ll find an even better solution

Of course these pictures don’t need to be the definite ones, maybe you’ll want to change the head after you drew the main body. And you don’t need to find images for all details. Like you can just draw the eye or teeth by hand if you want… But it can’t hurt to search for some reference.

My tip is to leave the Browser tabs (one tab per picture / body part) open and copy the images into a Word file (or PowerPoint or another design programme if you have one). Because if you got them in a file, you can easily move, crop, flip, transform, scale or spin them.

Attention here to copyright. If you just draw the animal for yourself or to show it to friends it doesn’t matter what you take. As soon as you want to share it on the internet or even make money with it, you should read more about it to be on the safe side…

My pictures

I’ve cropped, transformed and put them into an order that they kinda already form the animal in a way, as you can see. Doesn’t look to bad, eh?

Step 4

Trace the contours

That works best by attaching the piece of paper to the screen (eg. with a post-it tape or “normal” tape that you put onto your clothes first that it doesn’t stick to the screen forever. Or adjust your laptop / monitor that the screen is flat on the table and facing up (but don’t break it!).

Then start tracing the contours. (Or if you’re good at copying, do that if you want) It doesn’t need to be perfect, especially at places where it it’ll connect to other body parts. It doesn’t matter with which body part you start, but I prefer starting with the main body because it’s mostly the center.

Once you’re happy with the part, take care of the next one. You might need to edit the picture a little bit that it fits better. You don’t always need to remove the paper from the screen, unless you want to have a look at it. Also make sure the “connection” to the other part is smooth, feel free to retrace a few lines if you have to. (Like remove the paper from the screen altogether)

Now just draw all the parts until you’re done.

Tips: if it’s hard to see the contours of the picture you chose, increase the screen’s brightness or the pictures contrasts, whatever fits best in the situation. And Protip: hide the pics that you’re not working with at the moment to not get distracted by them (Yes, you can do that in MS Word or PowerPoint! Here’s how to do it )

Tracing the main body of my animal

Connecting the head to it (as you might can see I had to move / scale the pic a little before I could draw)

For the legs i just flipped, scaled and moved the crab’s legs. Thankfully I chose a pic with more than one example.

Step 5

Edit your animal

Remove the paper from the screen and have a look at it. You’ll find places where you need to correct some lines to make it look smoother, or maybe you need to change a few proportions a little (Eg making legs a bit thicker)

In this step you should also add the other details you didn’t bother getting pictures for. Sometimes I notice that suddenly something doesn’t look good anymore, so I need to change a whole arm or so.

My first look at my Orinthio after I removed the paper from the screen. There’s a lot that I want to correct. E.g. the nape pf his neck, the tail and erease some lines. (Note: I’ve just learnt that solid and hard objects don’t make good tails... you’ll also find out your own ‘rules’ after drawing a couple of those)

And here the edited version. Looks smoother, doesn’t it?

Step 6

Unleash your fantasy

This step is optional but highly recommended. Give your animal some finishing touches.

Like trace the outer line with a pen. Add more details or give it a skin structure (fur, scales etc). Add colours! (Tip for that: use layers, like start with the brightest colour, then draw over it with a darker shade and so on. You can also add shadows like this. In the end, it often helps to ‘blend’ the colours by adding another layer with the brightest colour. Or watch some tutorials about drawing)

You can also give it a background or draw objects of size reference next to it (eg a small human to show the dimensions. Or a huge apple if your animal is tiny)

Or you can name the species (or the individual) and write it down as well.

And done! Here’s your fantastic beast. Feel free to send me pics or tag me in posts if you chose to share an example

The first layer of color. Of course, it could arleady be left like that.

But if you have a little more patience it’ll look more realistic. I chose not to draw a background because I wanted the focus to be on the animal :) But there are no limits to your creativity

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oblivionlotus · 4 years ago

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STRIX MASTERPOST

So I’ve decided to include more details here regarding my canon on the Strix creature and will continue to add to this where necessary:

- the digestive system is more hardy; the lining of the oesophagus, stomach, and bowels are thicker and more robust so to manage the consumption of bones which may well puncture them, and the acids within the stomach and saliva are faster-acting and stronger so to handle things a human should not eat under normal circumstance

- an abundance of platelets, lymphocytes, and white blood cells are present for the immune system, which can be released much faster than normal. A cessation in creating as much red blood cells, and the cells are altered to a degree so that the very framework has changed to an AB type

- an external skeleton exists, made of collagen fibres, for speed and flexible movement: the weight of Leto’s entire body is lightened to a maximum

- a higher brain mass that makes up much of whatever weight is to be felt, which increases the spatial ability as well as adrenaline production, now ready to be released rapidly as needed

- the eyes have an equal distribution of rods and cones to form a reflective tissue layer for the retina, and the ear canals are sensitive enough so to aid automatic reflex

- the mandible jaw is separated into a quadrate bone whose tendons, ligaments, and muscles have increased elasticity and strength; a female Strix’s bite, however, is still small when compared to that of an adult male Strix

- molars and pre-molars of the upper and lower jaw are paired and modified in such a way as to allow their large sharp edges to pass by each other in a shearing fashion

- at will there can come forth from beneath the gums a set of fangs through a thin veil of blood; curved, their edges serrated, and large enough to cover over the natural, human teeth like shields

- the sleep of such a creature during daytime hours is always a deep one, in which the body slows its metabolism and natural functions down to a barely functioning state; a short hibernation period is possible due to this, following a gorging of food beforehand; sleep is possibly the weakest state for a Strix to be in

- regular food and drink is indigestible; the body will seek to purge such things as soon as possible; regular food and drink can not possibly contain enough protein, iron, and so forth for the body to be nourished

- infection of a human is caused by continued biting and drinking over a long period of time; the dna within a Strix’s saliva attacks the human blood; exchanging blood rapidly increases the chance of infection and the time it would take for a human to change

- the Strix’s dna at its very core is intelligent to a degree; it is parasitic and seeks to infect so to increase; it is comparable to rabies in that it looks to take over the host and introduces to its host a strong need to bite; when it does finally corrupt its host’s brain and destroy it, it will then begin changing it’s dead host to a Strix, reviving them when its job is complete; the brain then awakens and resumes control over the body; because the Strix requires blood and flesh, the parasite in their altered dna continues its job of infecting others

- this parasite that lingers will “communicate” with the Strix through thought interruption; if a Strix places itself in danger, for example, strong thoughts and feelings of retreat will occur amidst their own, attempting to force the Strix to flee and survive

- the owl-like guise of a Strix is like a glamour: feathers, wings, claws, and feathery “horns” for eyebrows sprout from beneath the skin and cover the body (including clothing) while the skeleton liquefies and transforms where needed; the guise “melts” away quickly, seeming to be sucked back into the skin; colouring varies between Striges but most are pale-coloured; they can carry prey while flying but not anyone or anything large and heavy

-the feathers of this guise are velvety soft, the wings large, and the primary feathers have a comb-like edge; all this combines to make the creature’s flight as silent as possible

- a part of Leto’s weaknesses as a Strix is that she suffers with far-sightedness (hyperopia): she can see distant objects clearly, but objects nearby are blurry and unfocused. She will find it hard to make out the features of your face and decipher your movements if you are close to her, and will have to rely on voice tone, posture, or auras to know for sure what you are communicating.

- Leto is disgusted by death. She cannot stand to be around the remains of her victims or corpses in general. The smell is too strong for her. Thus, she will kill in secluded places a good deal away from her current nest as opposed to killing/eating where she sleeps, which is considered her one safe place. This is a part of her animal instinct

- not only does she crave blood but she has a love of tasting others’ sweat, as it contains minerals (sodium and potassium) proteins, hormones, and larger molecules like glucose, lactate, and cortisol

- due to her animal instincts, Leto has a ‘scent memory’; she will easily recognize a person or their presence just by their scent. By scent, I mean preferred perfumes etc but also that individual, biological scent all people possess.If she is particularly close to someone, she will take comfort from their scent and form loose attachments to articles soaked in their scent (like clothes or bed sheets). She will particularly enjoy smelling their necks and underarms, and even nuzzle or lick these areas.

- Leto is infertile. This is not a result of her becoming a Strix but rather a result of her long life. All females are born with as many ‘eggs’ in her ovaries as she will need for an average lifetime, though this can vary from woman to woman; Leto is technically in her 70’s and thus, her ovaries have long been devoid of eggs.

- she has an innate need to bite even those she adores; this is done playfully and carefully so as not to cause harm. It is another way of expressing affection and she fully welcomes being bitten in return from such people. A part of it is sexual thrill, as biting, where a Strix is concerned, is considered a means of marking their favorite people as “theirs” and also a form of foreplay

- Striges are very territorial about those they feel affection towards and the area surrounding their nests; they will often fight to the death if another Strix lingers too long

#hc #blood tw #disease tw #yes i researched a variety of biology in humans and animals for this #and also rabies #rabies scares me #study of strix #infertility tw

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Warring Kingdoms

S rank Druid, S rank Hunter, S rank Ranger Wood Elf Queen Ashryn Genmaris:

Ashryn Genmaris is an S rank druid, hunter, & ranger. Some hunters choose to hunt the wilderness in solitude chasing prey for days, weeks, & months, then they wait for hours for the ideal chance to present itself to them. They as snipers though armed with modern compound sophisticated complex bows with scopes, scoped crossbows, archaic plain wood composite traditional bows, or scoped and silenced ten shot lever action ten gauge repeating rifles are hunters who live for the accurate shot. They instead choose to attack beings, monsters, people, beast, humanoid, or creature that never saw the bullet, metal arrow, or crossbow bolt coming. They travel anywhere the need guides them fighting those who would vandalize the wilds. They are skilled in woodcraft and stealth allowing them to range ahead of their cohorts on their voyage during quests. They are at home in the wilds among other druids, other hunters, & other rangers as they serve as the eyes and ears of war bands across the planet. They are accomplished at surviving in the wilds. They are hunters who hunt animals for survival and food. They are hunters who hunt beasts, creatures, & monsters for credit, trophies, leisure, & money. They hunt to protect society and the wild from these dangerous beasts, creatures, & monsters. They know how to use the fur, pelts, hide, scales, claws, teeth, horns, tusks, fangs, & saber teeth from the beasts, monsters, & creatures that they hunt for the most they can get out of them and trade them for twice or three times the normal value. They know how to utilize every part of the animals that they hunt and know how to exploit their hide and pelts to camouflage like them. They enjoy the easy and minimal life of hunting. They use every part of the kill and do not waste any part of what they hunt. They have a deep respect and admiration for nature and believe nature is sacred. They will kill creatures, monsters, & beasts that are an unnatural affront and insult to nature since they are created by dark and forbidden magic. The animals that they kill help them live and they thank them for their sacrifice and say thanks to the spirits of the forests. They feel a fellowship and bond with fellow hunters, druids, & rangers. They have faced intruding evil from monsters, creatures, & beasts. They have faced intruding evil from avaricious and voracious homo magi, humans, vampires, etc. Even in places where they don’t know the exact features of the land they know the way of the wild. They have an excellent memory for maps and geography and they can always evoke the general arrangement of land, villages, & other features around them. Also they can find food and fresh water for themselves and their team provided that the land offers fruits, game, vegetables, water, and so forth. Ashryn Genmaris was born in the wilderness and later joined a company in the military organization as a scout. She was an explorer who journeyed into the wilds to find out what was there. The guild party and adventuring party who she traveled with hired her as a wilderness guide to help them survive in the forest, to navigate through a desert, to help them survive a swamp, to climb to the top of a mountain, & to hunt in the arctic tundra. That is how she became friends with her party. As a druid she is of the old faith that wields the powers of nature and adopts animal forms. Far from the hustle and bustle of metropolises and settlements, past the fences that protect the most outlying ranches from the horrors of the wild, among the thick crowded tress of forests, & across broad and bare plains. She as a ranger keeps her eternal watch as a sentinel of the wilds. She is a ranger who is a warrior of the wilds. She as a ranger who is a hunter and stalker specializes in stalking and killing the monsters, beasts, & creatures that threaten the boundaries of society. These can be humanoid raiders. These can be charging beasts, creatures, & monsters such as manticore, hydra, chimera, basilisk, etc. They can be appalling and tarrying imps, goblins, trolls, orcs, ogres, & cyclops. They can be lethal wyverns, drakes, & dragons. She learned to pursue her prey as a predator does and so she moves carefully and silently through the wilds and cities and hiding herself in brush or the darkness. She focuses her combat training on techniques that are very practical against her precise favored enemies. Thanks to her knowledge with the wilds she acquired the skill to cast spells that control nature’s authority much as a druid does. Her spells like her combat skills highlight swiftness, stealth, flexibility, dexterity, & the hunt. Her powers and skills are sharpened with lethal focus on the harsh task of protecting the borderlands. The numbers of her secret society or order are many but no one knows the sneaky and lethal members of this clandestine organization. Her area of expertise is to sneak near an enemy silently and to kill them from a safe distance. She seems to be moving shadows as sometimes not even an arrow or bullet is found in the corpses of their fatalities. Actually she is linked to the shadows and uses her abilities to form them as she wishes. To become part of this elite group she must have had lethal precise aim and must have been eager to totally dedicate herself to becoming a shadow ranger. To become a successful shadow archer the training is painstaking, demanding, & even severe but the rewards of becoming one of the best archers out there are well worth the try. These are dangerous opponents intermixing swiftness, covertness and high level esoteric casting. Members of this secretive order are the only craftsmen cable of making a multitude of exceptional, distinctive, formidable, & special magic items. As masters of different martial arts these are graceful killers each assassinating nearly devoid of exertion. Each shadow ranger is a master of seven martial arts and each one contrasts in technique and swiftness, going from the deliberate spherical steps to the abrupt furious strikes. Though she as a ranger might make a living as a hunter, an escort, or a tracker her true calling as a ranger is to protect the border of society from the ravages of beasts, creatures, & monsters and humanoid hordes that press in from the wild. She as a ranger has gathered in secretive organizations and has joined forces with druidic circles. She as a ranger is autonomous almost to a liability knowing that when a dragon or a group of orcs and trolls attack a ranger might be the first and maybe the last line of defense. This intense sovereignty makes her a ranger suitable to adventuring since she is familiarized to life far from the comforts of a dry cot and a hot bath. When faced with city bred adventurers who grumble and complain about the suffering of the wild these rangers respond with some combination of enjoyment, irritation, and sympathy. But they rapidly learn that other adventurers who can carry their own burden in a fight against society’s foes are worth any extra encumbers. Pampered city folk might not know how to feed themselves or find clean water in the wild but they make up for it in other ways. She was self-taught as a loner who learned combat expertise, hunting, and even a supernatural, spiritual, & magical relationship to the natural world through the need of existing in the wilds. She was then trained with two teachers traveling the wilderness together until she mastered the female ranger’s and male druid’s ways. She then left their apprenticeship. She later honed and perfected her abilities and expertise as part of a group of rangers united with a druidic circle that were trained in mystical and spiritual paths and wilderness teachings and wisdom. Her adventuring job in her guild party and adventuring party of Lysander Norwood’s guild order is a prolongation of her work in defending the wild. She joined a band of adventurers and a guild because they found it stimulating to teach new partners the ways of the wild and she appreciated the relief from isolation and loneliness that they offered.

Ashryn Genmaris as a druid is a defender of animals, nature, & the consecrated spaces of the universe. She as a druid is a personification of nature’s resilience, craftiness, and rage whether she calls on the elemental forces of life or copying the creatures of the animal world. She asserts no mastery over nature. Instead, she sees herself as an extension of nature’s resolute spirit. She as a druid venerates the natural world above all gaining her enchantment and other magical powers both from the force of nature itself. Her young sibling gained his augmentation and other arcane powers from a nature god of the old gods. Ashryn Genmaris as a druid chases a shaman mysticism of transcendent union with nature rather than fidelity to a divine entity. Ashryn’s brother Nasir as a druid and ranger serves gods of feral nature, animals, & elemental forces. Ashryn and Nasir as druids are mystics and sages of the wild teaching others how to be one with nature and how to harness the natural energy of the world and augment their magical attacks with nature energy. The primordial druidic customs are called the Old Faith quite the opposite to the veneration of gods in temples and shrines. Their druid spells are leaning toward nature and animals such as the power of fang, teeth, canine, claw, & saber teeth. Their druid spells are leaning toward nature and animals such as the power of the sun, the earth, the skies, the seas, & the moon. Their druid spells are leaning toward nature and animals such as the power of fire, magma, lava, water, ice, frost, snow, wood, earth, nature, stone, sand, wind, thunder, lightning, & storm. They as druids also achieve the capability to take on animal forms. They as druids can shapeshift into alligators, badgers, bats, bears, birds, a shadow cat, chameleons, cheetahs, cougars, coyotes, crows, deer, dogs, dolphins, doves, eagles, fish, foxes, hawks, horses, lions, lizards, otters, owls, sharks, snakes, spiders, tigers, turtles, weasels, whales, & wolves. For them as druids life exists in an insecure equilibrium. The many elements that make up the world such as wind, lightning, thunder, earth, wood, nature, fire, lava, magma, water, snow, frost, & ice must remain in symmetry. If one element were to achieve supremacy over the others the world could be destroyed drawn into one of the elemental planes and broken apart into its piece elements. Thus they as druids oppose cults and others who advance one element to the exception of others. They as druids are also worried about the fragile natural equilibrium that maintains and supports plant and animal life and the need for civilized folk to live in synchronization with nature not in hostility to it. They as druids accept that which is malicious in nature and they detest that which is unnatural including monsters, beasts, creatures, and undead (such as zombies and ghouls). They as druids occasionally lead attacks against such beasts particularly when the monsters trespass on the druid’s land. They as druids are frequently found defending sanctified sites or watching over areas of youthful nature but when a considerable threat arise threatening nature’s equilibrium or the lands they defend they take on a more dynamic position in fighting the danger as adventurers. They have such a close relationship with the natural world because they live in a civilization where the old faiths still flourish. Ashryn Genmaris later had a dramatic encounter with the spirits of nature surviving the incident. Being a fortune hunter was always part of her druidic calling but she first spent time as a warden of a consecrated grove or blessed spring.

Ashryn Genmaris as an arcane druid and ranger studies an exclusive elven technique of archery that intertwines magic into attacks to create mystical effects. Among high elves she is one of their most elite warriors. They stand watch over the borders of elven provinces and the wood, night, blood, & high elven kingdoms keeping a dedicated vigilant eye out for intruders and using magic infused arrows to defeat beasts, creatures, monsters and raiders before they can reach elven towns and villages. Over the decades, centuries, & millennia the technique of these elf archers have been learned by members of other races who can also balance arcane skill with archery. She as a ranger and druid seeks to master weapons to better defend society from the terrors of the wilds such as beasts, monsters, & creatures and the horde of imps, goblins, hobgoblins, trolls, & orcs. She has learned focused fighting skills for use against the urgent and terrible of threats from charging cyclops and ogres and hordes of imps and goblins to gigantic trolls and orcs and frightening dragons. Elves live long lives learning gradually but with great expertise. Many elves take up archery or wizardry as an art and many still become great rangers or wizards in their own right but few are as talented at marrying the two as the esoteric ranger. Esoteric rangers are characteristically elves that have been educated with magic and elven longbows, primitive wooden composite bows, or modern compound bows with scopes all their lives. She as an esoteric ranger is a feared warrior on the battlefield skilled at permeating her ammo with magical properties and even casting spells through her bullets and arrows.

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Do you have a HC on angel/demon bodies in the Lucifer universe? Like, it seems that the goddess never her own physical body based on what Maze said about when she was in hell. And we know that demons possess humans, but do you think they have their own bodies as well? If they have their own do they leave them behind when possessing? Do you think Maze’s form is her own or did Lucifer allow her to possess a recently deceased human so that she could accompany him to Earth? What about angels?

oh my god i have so many thoughts on this i dont even know how to structure this post, literally this is me rn

post under the cut because yet again this bitch be ramblin

ok so, starting with the celestials

GOD

I’m not gonna elaborate too much on God, because I’m in the middle of writing a fic which elaborates on how I see his body/physical shape working and it would spoil a twist. But a few non-spoilery thoughts:

- God and Goddess are completely different species, from different universes

- God is - as far as he knows - the last of his kind. The universe he was born in was destroyed by a massive war; his species are naturally peaceful and he had no part in it.

- His species are immensely powerful; he can cross between universes with ease as an adult, and the ability to create universes is a species talent, not an individual one. They can all do it. They live for billions upon billions of years in deep space, so that’s how they pass the time.

- He’s naturally telepathic. Goddess is not at all, and the angels inherit this from him but only to a very minor degree - they can sense when another angel is in the area, but can’t actually perceive one another’s thoughts.

- He doesn’t originally look like us. Not in the slightest. But changing his shape is very easy for him, and he is capable of “modifying” his own internal biology, so he can and does choose to take a human shape - having hands with which to manipulate objects is useful when you’re no longer living in deep space, and being able to communicate verbally is useful when you’re the only major telepath in your (very large) family.

GODDESS

- Goddess does have a solid, physical form, and she actually has our basic shape too. “Two arms, two legs, a head and a body to hang them on” is a popular evolutionary route in her native universe.

- Humans and demons, however, don’t have the right eye equipment to see her properly. Humans see in three dimensions, demons in one or two more, but neither species has enough perceivable dimensions or colours to actually make sense of Goddess’ true form. We see her as a blur of light, because that’s all of her that’s visible to us. We’re actually only able to see like, 30% of her and it makes our brains freak out some.

- Lucifer knows this, but neglected to mention it to Maze when she was torturing Goddess in Hell. He did nothing to defend her when God kicked her out, because he’s smarting over her abandoning him, but at the end of the day she’s his mom and he loves her. He’s the only one in Hell who can see her properly and interact with her physical form, and there’s no way he’s going to actively participate in his mother’s torture.

THE ANGELS

Now, I believe “canon” says that the angels were created as adults, but fuck that, because baby angels.

- The angels were created with wings, but they don’t get their first feathers until they’re toddling, so they’re like weird little naked birds for a bit.

- They moult every few hundred years while they’re still growing, and they don’t get sharp primaries until they have their adult feathers. Once they’re fully grown, they won’t moult again, but they’ll grow new feathers if the ones they have fall out or are damaged.

- No one actually knows how long their lifespans are. No angel has ever died of natural causes. But they’re long. The angels Chloe knows are archangels, the oldest, and even though they’re physically full-grown adults they’re barely out of celestial puberty. Tom Ellis plays Lucifer as having the emotional maturity and worldview of a teenager. Amenadiel is the overtired early-20-something having to live away from home for the first time.

- Their abilities are genetic - they were born with them and have a chance of passing them on to any nephilim they create - and they start manifesting around the toddler stage.

- The toddler stage is fun, actually. Way worse than the terrible twos for humans. Their first set of feathers come in which is itchy, they’re teething, they can talk enough to be defiant, they’re climbing up/falling off everything, their powers start developing, they’re clingy, and the tantrums are spectacular.

meanwhile, in hell

in my headcanon, hell is home to three classes of demons:

ELDRITCH DEMIGODS

- the oldest, most dangerous and rarest creatures in Hell. They did not create the dimension Hell is located in, but they did shape the landscape and were the original rulers of the dimension.

- the original users of what demons call magic. lucifer learned some of this during his time in hell - illusions, levitating his pentecostal coin, his desire ability, the fine art of binding someone with a deal and get yourself out of any situation with a loophole.

- the eldritches feature prominently in my fic but have absolutely nothing (as far as I know) to do with canon - the only reason I’m including them here is because my personal headcanon is that Lucifer’s angelic gift is his light. His “hypno eye thing” is something he learned while he was in Hell. he wasn’t lying with what he said to chloe - it’s a gift from a god, but not a gift from his father, god.

HELLBORN DEMONS

- these demons have no human DNA at all.

- they’re older than the lilim, and more physically powerful, but they’re less adept at magic (glamours, for example) and mind games.

- hellborn demons look nothing like humans. they might not be bipedal at all; leviathan is a giant sea serpent. spines, extra jaws, multiple sets of teeth, a ridiculous number of limbs, too many or too few joints, no eyes at all, exoskeletons etc are all perfectly normal demon traits.

- those that have eyes are red, yellow or black. my hc of hell is inspired by the very deep ocean though, so it’s just as common to have no eyes and a superior sense of smell, or electroreception, or sonar, instead.

- they can learn to glamour, but they still wouldn’t look right. there would be something subtly off about them, something in the mind of any human looking at them screaming at them to run. they’re the basis of those horror stories where someone looks just a little wrong; they don’t blink enough, or seem to have too many teeth, or they walk wrong.

- they’re more durable than lilim demons. short of a celestial, an eldritch or a bomb, nothing stops these fuckers. they can come back from insane injuries that would absolutely kill most life forms. if you leave one critically injured but don’t finish it off and make sure, chances are it won’t die. it’ll crawl off and recuperate and come back for you later.

THE LILIM

- the lilim are the descendents of lilith and, as such, they have human DNA. the closer their link to lilith, the more human they appear - maze, for example, is almost entirely human in appearance except for one half of her face. the more distant the link to lilith, the less human DNA they have, and the less human they appear.

- really common lilim traits: claws, fangs, scales, horns

- almost all lilim have the human body shape and facial features arrangement, so they’re bipedal with two eyes, a nose and a single mouth. yellow, red and black are all pretty standard demon eye colours, but lilith’s eyes are white and her children tend to inherit them. the more diluted her blood gets, the less likely a child will have her white eyes.

- with practice, the lilim can glamour their demon features and pass undetected among humans, unless they choose to reveal their real face. their physical strength, speed and heightened senses remain the same even under a glamour.

- because of their human ancestry, lilim demons don’t need to possess a dead human body. but it’s a lot more convenient. to leave Hell in your own body, you need to a) leave through the front gate and b) have a way of generating enough energy to shunt you across the divide between dimensions. for maze, this was lucifer; he carried her out of Hell. but she can’t return (or get out) without him. God, Goddess or any of the eldritch abominations would also have that level of power.

- plus, like. with a dead human body, you can take as much damage as you like or commit as many atrocities as you fancy and just change your body when you’re done. you don’t need to be careful of injury or worry about sustenance. and you don’t have to compete with anyone else in the same head, which is a vast improvement over possessing someone living.

#lucifer on netflix #lucifer on fox #mazikeen smith #lilith #lilim #lucifer in hell #nonsense headcanon rambling #these are subject to change depending on where the fuck this monster fic takes me #i rewrote this four times anon im sorry it took so long #lucifer headcanons

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queenofnohr · 6 years ago

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fujimi's design is really detailed, i love it! could you do a few asks from your extremely detailed oc ask meme reblog? mainly 3, 11, 14, 13, 14, 17, 27, 49-51, and 53-56! im super interested in where you came up with the inspiration to create such a deep backstory for her!

AHHHHHH thank you so much!!!!!! whbadghsbdadgwv ;;~;; yall make my heart all wibbly when y’all love my girls but anyway! answer under readmore bc it gets long

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?))

ahaaaaaaaaaa….. It’s Complicated.

She definitely has a thing with Genichiro but I don’t even know if I’d call it a crush? Maybe back when she first met Genichiro (he was the one who gave her a naginata in the first place) but after all these years….. idk. I feel like having a crush has this sort of pining attached to it that simply isn’t there as she would exist in the game proper because of their lengthy history. The two are thick as thieves though, and honestly…… are basically married just sans a confession or like. Actual Romantic stuff.

As the Bride of Ashina (the….. country, not Genichiro or Isshin LOL) her actual status is a kind of…… nun-like/Jeanne d’Arc type of figure? I mean taking the religious aspect out of it there’s this piety toward her country and because she’s “Ashina’s Bride” that’s “who” she’s committed to, and no other person can encroach upon that union.

Also she does have a complex because she is, well, the vessel of a whole village’s worth of kegare accumulated over generations and is thus “unclean”. Even if Genichiro were to propose marriage, she’d turn it down because she could not bring herself to sully him.

11. Do they have any notable features, like horns, tails, or so on?

Aside from being Very Albino……. not usually. Certain actions taken in the fake Black Mortal Blade DLC can put her on one of two paths - one where she remains a vessel for kegare, and one where she is purified. Purified, she is able to call upon Benzaiten for help, and while it is up to the goddess to answer that call, if she does respond, Fujimi has a whopping 8 whole entire arms and is a Giant Woman.

Corrupted… Well her corrupted form isn’t just corrupted by kegare, but the cycle of war, and a big thing is the exploration of one of my favorite quotes “When desire is stripped of its humanity… all that remains is war.” and so it’s also accumulation of desire. And, when this transformation takes place, it’s at a time where desire hangs thick in the air - “I don’t want to die” “Please, someone save me” “I want to kill them all” “Someone, please avenge me” “Someone, please save Ashina”. Hundreds of voices all ringing out with that sentiment……. And she, as the Vessel, bears them all upon her body to sooth their souls. But there’s only so much even someone built for containing that much rage, hatred, corruption, anguish can hold……. It overflows, overflows, spilling out, and turns her into a monster……… From her hips down, her body is that of a serpent’s, her skin patched with scales, with four arms, mouth split at the sides allowing her to unhinge her jaw like a snake, with hooked teeth

though the hooked teeth and mouth split can also occur for a certain ritual….. More or less, the curse of Ayame village can be bestowed upon an outsider via the Gatekeeper. Obviously, Fujimi can’t normally do this, but by devouring her sister’s still-beating heart, she gets a single “charge” of that power.

13. Have any kids?

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh not………. in the main game. or dlc. but endings……….. well. thinking emoji

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

She can cook very well! Come with the territory of being trained to be a wife.

17 Can they fight?

Already answered here!

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

The people of Ayame village tend to live slightly longer (natural) lifespans than normal humans (it’s that good good cursed blood). Her family before she was sent off consisted of her great grandmother, grandparents, parents, and sister. Her great grandmother was the previous Gatekeeper…… As evidenced by the other details of her childhood, her family is Not Great. She barely remembers her parents - in her memory they exist only as voices, ghosts looming over her shoulder, watching her advances in various skills with a careful eye. She…… had a good relationship with her sister before she left since she and one other were the only children who would play with her in the village (bc of her spiritual uncleanliness), and she would sometimes sibling swap with her sister, but as detailed here, that good relationship is not reciprocated any longer

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story?

Kegare, duality/mirrors/mirroring, the intersection of divine/holy and sin/corruption, monstrosity vs. humanity, wearing masks/acting in a role, cycles of death/war/fate, desire as war

50. What are some motifs associated with your character?

Snakes or other serpentine patterns, water especially the sea, irises, wisteria, indigo…… I think that’s it?

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)?

Already answered here!

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

Expectation: I wanted a character that I could use to explore the more supernatural elements of Sekiro, as well as a side of “they gave me so much bride imagery and lore but no bride so I am going to give them Genichiro’s a bride”

Reality: my bride now

no but really………. I guess there were no expectations to break because I didn’t really have a clear image of her when I started. I wanted someone who would allow me to play in this world, and I guess how I wanted to play shaped who she is. I suppose, if anything, I didn’t expect her individual pieces to end up lining up and clicking into place as easily as it did concerning lore details?

I guess I also didn’t expect to love her this much……. I often create OCs to understand a world I dearly love better, and that’s how I interact with it (I did this with KH, Monogatari series, and others) but the fact I’ve never shown them off tells you exactly how much I care about them. It’s not that I don’t work hard on them, but I work hard crafting, figuring them out, figuring all the pieces that fit, but once I’m done and satisfied with everything, they sit on a shelf collecting dust because they’ve done what they came here to do. Madora is special because she’s different in that I never tire of thinking about her. Fujimi is shaping up to be the same way - she’s a bit of a special case because I love Sekiro so much I don’t want to change the ending and there’s not much for her after the ending, but I still like thinking of AUs, detailing her time before the fall of Ashina, etc.

In a sense I think the greatest surprise is how much I ended up liking her.

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

Mmmmm. This is gonna sound weird but. What she wants is to die. I don’t think she’s actively suicidal or depressed or anything like that but….. There’s certain parts of her that long for death. Death because she was meant to die at 8 anyway. Death because it’s what’s needed to ensure the safety of her village. Death because she forsook her duty and in turn, her village. Death because there is a part of her buried deep down inside that knows she isn’t human and she sees people like Genichiro and Gyoubu and the Ashina troops willing to lay down their lives for Ashina, to shed their humanity to protect it, and she wants that, wants to shine as brilliantly as those humans, rushing to their deaths with their fragile bodies, do.

What she needs is…… to live. She was given and continues (due to various circumstances) to be given a new lease on life. She tethers herself to things to die for so she doesn’t need to think about how to live - she only needs to think about how she will die. But she needs to learn to untether herself, and face the terrifying reality of being alive. In a sense, she needs to learn to surrender.

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other?

Already answered here!

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults?

As stated before, the only goal was to explore The Lore. As for a happy ending....... aha. Is that really possible when she’s team Ashina......? Well. I actually planned out alternate endings depending on player choice in the Black Mortal Blade DLC I’ve been planning :3

#Anonymous #long post #about fujimi #ask meme answer

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mpmwrites · 6 years ago

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So @swota and I decided that we’d Take a HAnkvin prompt and I’d write Fluff and they’d write angst for it! Prompt from @beggars-blog for a seasonally scared Gavin! Here we go! Rated T for swearing and fake gore!

He hadn't been in a haunted house since he was a teenager. It wasn't that he was scared. He just figured, haunted houses were just college kids that took a temp job and dressed up in creepy costumes. All they did was jump out and scream at people or make startling noises and that wasn't really scary. Anyone would be scared if you startled them with unnecessarily loud noises. He wasn't gonna shell out the twenty bucks to walk through a dark building with cheesy props for fifteen minutes. Especially when, more often than not, you could even know what's coming based on some inevitable teenage blonde chick screaming her head off at every single scare.

So when Hank said they were going, obviously he gave a slow nod and a "Yeah, sounds fun." over his latte. Because it was Hank, and he wasn't about to sound like a cynical little bitch about some charity event the state police were doing. Cut to dinner on the patio at Chipotle when Gavin finally started to think about the evening's plans. Hank had not only invited him out, which wasn't really something they did, but had invited him to a function at others at the precinct would be going to.

Call him cliché, but going on a date to a haunted house was kind of a cliché move to get your date to be all over you.

Maybe he was thinking too far into it. It wasn't like he could back out anyway. Hank wanted to go and he had no real reason not to other than the fact that he'd probably leave in a bad mood of get thrown out for decking some asshole that screamed a little too close to him. Hank would find that funny, he thought.

That was not what happened.

The whole thing wasn't bad. It was a special cops-only night, so it was most people that he had at least the one thing in common with. Socializing before hand with old buddies of Hank's didn't hurt too much; they arrived about thirty minutes before they were allowed to line up and enter. Some teenager handed him an information pamphlet that he glanced over. Warnings about strobe effects and loud noises, don't touch the actors and they won't touch you, etc. On the back there was a promotional image titled "Triskaidekaphobia: Fear of the Number 13" with a list of fears below it. Hospitals, Death, Zombies, Torture, Blood, Clowns, Dolls, Darkness, Nightmares, Snakes, Spiders, Closed Spaces, Heights.

So that was what he was in for; it didn't seem so bad on paper. Maybe he wasn't so keen on hospitals, but it wasn't like he was afraid of them. Sure, dolls and clowns were creepy but, once again, what's an underpaid teenager yelling in his face really gonna accomplish? Closed spaces he'd never really liked, but it's not like they were gonna shove him in a closet and leave him there. As far as heights went, who wasn't afraid of heights? Were they gonna try to dangle him off a cliff? He was doubtful at best. He told Hank so.

"I don't know, it's for charity. I think for the special olympics." Hank shrugged, "Fowler made me come when I started becoming a shut-in…" Hank attempted without going into detail, "Now I'm just expected. It's usually not too bad. See some old friends, do some good in the world, scream a couple of times without looking crazy." It was nearing their turn to enter. Hank shook hands warmly with the officer wearing a police academy hoodie that reflected Hank's own and clicker-counting the participants. Their hands separated, but Hank's quietly found Gavin's and led the younger man inside. Gavin probably turned the shade of the blood on the walls of the first room. Because, Hank had not only taken him to an event with colleagues, but had bought him dinner first and was now nonchalantly holding his hand in front of all of them. Gavin wasn't thick, he knew that Hank wasn't ashamed of him, it was just that he didn't really think it was anyone's business. They stayed strictly in the friendly and platonic realms when outside of their homes, and they were both more than okay with that.

Until that night, apparently.

Unless, Gavin figured, unless Hank thought he might be scared. Maybe the whole event was more than it put off; after all, Hank had attended for the past several years. Maybe it was just dark inside and he thought they might get separated easily. Gavin didn't comment on the contact, just pulled on a façade of relative indifference

The walls of the first room had dimly-lit pastel wallpaper with generic looking sconces that flickered irregularly, and in the center of the room was a secondhand hospital bed with a young woman on it, her intestines artificially falling out of her abdomen as she writhed and screamed. Hank offered an amused smile as they and a few other patrons followed the path around the outside of the room. Suddenly, from a dark corner a chainsaw whirred to life noisily and a surgeon lurched toward the guests threateningly. Gavin scrambled slightly at the perceived threat, but the surgeon pulled away from the crowd and swing the chainsaw around to the girl and brought it down near the foot of the bed. The machine hit the mattress, but left no impact as they filed out of the room.

"Not scary, huh?" Hank offered, not letting go of the detective.

"Yeah, tell me that someone coming at you with a tool that could maim you wouldn't make you jump." Gavin snarked back. They entered the next room, which was more of a wide hallway, where a body lay in a casket against a wall of flowers. The body suddenly reaching for them was expected; the screaming actor hidden among the flowers they did not. Gavin cursed and suddenly was clinging to Hank's arm, which made Hank laugh heartily. Gavin glared at him. "Screw you."

"There's nothing wrong with being scared. That's the point, Reed."

"Anybody would be scared if someone jumped at them and screamed in their face when they weren't expecting it."He fumed, Hank lacing their fingers again as they stepped into the next room: a suburban home with the dad laying dead-eyed on the couch. His face was covered in fake blood. From behind a curtain, mom lurched toward him and started shambling toward him, dropping to her knees and fake feasting on his arm. "Haven't we moved past the zombie fad, like, 20 years ago?" Gavin rolled his eyes. At least the room passed without him embarrassing himself further. He pulled his hand away from Hank's, "I don't need you to hold my hand, I'm not scared." he insisted icily.

"Gavin, I wasn't…" Hank didn't pursue the subject, just offered a apologetic half smile. "Sorry." He stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and lead on. Through the torture and blood rooms they stayed silent, unphased by the fake gore surrounding them. The masks of clowns covered the walls of the sixth room, fog machines making it difficult to navigate combined with the rainbow sheets hanging around. it only took the first squeaky horn right behind Gavin's ear to have him stumbling toward Hank. He couldn't see much of anything, but was aware that there was a vague path through the room, and he could hear footsteps of the clowns attempting to sneak up around them with those god-awful horns. He grabbed a fistful of the back of Hank's shirt to guide him through, the oddly sweet scent of the artificial fog making him want to cough it out of his lungs. As they neared the exit, he let go of the fabric and straightened, shaking his head at being so tense.

And then the fucking clown was in front of his face, separating him from Hank with its distorted mask and blood red smile around sharp fake teeth. He froze on the spot, just short of running straight into the actor. He stared them down, the knowledge that it was another cop under there helping to ease his anxiety. The clown slowly lifted the horn and honked it right over his shoulder, cackling maniacally before bouncing away. He breathed a sigh of relief and hastened out the door to catch up with Hank.

The dolls in the next room also lined the walls, but there was a chair in the middle of the blacklit room. The ventriloquist dummies eyes and cracks on the porcelain heads of baby dolls glowed eerily as an actress sat in the chair, taking with one of the dummies. She wasn't talking for the dummy though, the voice was coming from a speaker that echoed around the room. It wasn't so bad, until both the girl and the dummy snapped their heads up unnaturally to stare at them, slowly revolving their heads to watch as they walked by. It was creepy, and Gavin scowled at them before looking away.

Through the darkness room (which was just a winding hallway with literally no light) they had to run their hand along the wall so they didn't get lost, as per a speaker giving directions in a raspy whispered voice. It wasn't awful until the pathway sloped downward and then became soft, causing the person behind Gavin to trip and knocking him into Hank face first. The nightmare room wasn't much, just projections of shadows in the woods and a man pretending to have an awful night's sleep. Beneath the bed another actor dressed as a monster would shake the bed to startle people as they walked by. The hall that held snakes and spiders were mostly just uncomfortable; clichéd fake noises playing as they walked though hanging rubber snakes and cobwebs, featuring a giant furry spider attached to one of the walls at the end.

A young woman grimaced and squealed behind Gavin as they navigated around the spider and then turned a corner. He tried to recall what was supposed to come next, because for the most part he was just ready to be done. It wasn't long before he found out. There was a loud, tinny nose over the sound of a motor running. It sounded like a engine powered vacuum. Before them was a hallway that had air-filled chambers on the sides, so that people had to push through the tunnel airbags. Gavin stopped in his tracks.

Closed Spaces.

People behind them were making vague noises of dissent at not moving, and Hank frowned at Gavin in confusion. Gavin seemed to overcome his initial wariness and stepped out of the way, letting people walk past him. When Hank realized he wasn't coming he turned back to the younger officer's side. "What, did you leave the oven on or something?" he joked.

"Hank I can't walk through that." He admitted quietly, not meeting the other's gaze. Hanks brows furrowed quickly at the younger's tone.

"Gav, I don't think there's another way to go. You have to, or we go all the way back." He offered, looking around for help. Gavin looked back at the tunnel and swallowed.

It wasn't a closet. He just had to walk straight through and he'd come out the other side. Some irrational voice inside of him insisted that it could be a dead end and he'd be stuck in there.

"I'll walk with you okay? You can close your eyes if it helps." Hank insisted helplessly. His tone mustered Gavin's courage, his pride not wanting Hank's effort to go to waste and wanting to prove that he wasn't that kid that got abused in foster care as a grown teenager. Hank pulled off his own hoodie and put it over Gavin's head, letting Gavin negotiate the arms while he arranged the hood low over Gavin's eyes. "It's just air and a couple of bed sheets. Can't hurt you." He walked in front of Gavin, holding on to Gavin's wrist to guide him, and then they entered. The gentle but insistent pressure on Gavin's shoulders was enough that he couldn't pretend to be anywhere else, and he walked so close to Hank that he kicked at Hank's heels with each step. The smell of Hank on the sweater he was nearly drowning in made him think of the comforter on Hank's bed and he tried to think of that instead of this hell he felt like he was in. He was going to come out the other side. Hank would make sure of it.

He craved fresh air but was rewarded with none as Hank dragged him away from the polyester walls of the tunnel. Gavin let his back hit the black painted ply board wall of the maze and tried to focus on the semi-open space around him. They were still inside the building. Hank stood in front of him, shielding Gavin from view of the other cops passing by. "You alright?" he offered. Gavin rubbed his eyes to alleviate some of the stress just before his name was called,

"The hell are you doing here, Reed?" It was Tina and her husband, holding hands and smiling.

"Literally hell." He groaned, blinking at her. She looked confused for a moment, then looked to the tunnel behind her,

"Oh god I'm so sorry. I would have warned you." She cooed, rubbing his shoulder. "You did it though."

"I did." He offered warily. "With Hank." He pushed himself away from the wall and pushed the sleeves of the sweater up to his elbows. Tina looked between them and offered an indulgent smile for Gavin, then a look of gratitude to Hank. Hank shrugged it off. The moment grew awkward in its silence, so Tina broke the tense air with a smile,

"Well, one room left I guess. Seeya after? We should get drinks."

"A drink sounds awesome." Gavin conceded, smiling as the married couple went on ahead. Gavin joined the slowly moving line toward the last room, the door with a curtain covering it, letting out a bout of cool light as each person passed though. Hank queued behind him and let his hands rest on Gavin's waist

"I didn't think you were scared. I just wanted to hold your hand." He admitted in an offhand kind of way, like it wasn't important. Gavin craned his neck to look up at Hank,

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Hank nodded, "If I knew you were gonna hate it I wouldn't have made you come. We could've watched a movie instead."

"You didn't make me come." Gavin shrugged. "You asked me on a date and I agreed." Their turn was fast approaching.

"I never called it a date." Hank reminded him as Gavin pulled the sheet open to go inside. No wonder people were moving so slowly. The small room was only eight or so feet deep, but the path across was a one foot wide plank that people were balancing on. Fear of Heights. As Gavin waited his turn to cross, he looked around the room. It was an illusion of a deep gap, albeit a convincing one. The "plank" they were to walk across wobbled just slightly with each weight shift, but it wasn't quite over a long fall. On either side of the plank there were mirrors reflecting an image from the ceiling that was made to look like a hole. While he was quite aware that it was an illusion, he still found it difficult to feel secure on the pathway.

Hank entered behind him and grabbed for his hand, "What the fuck?" he barked, looking straight down. It was Hank's turn to be afraid, his fear preventing him from noticing the illusion.

"It's not real." Gavin reminded him, holding Hank's hand, "Look it's just an illusion. You can't fall." Still, Hank hesitated before moving toward the younger. Gavin watched him totter on the platform, unsure with each step. It seemed silly to him, but he'd also nearly just had a panic attack while Hank watched. He reached his other hand, "It's only two more steps." he assured as Hank watched his feet warily. "You gonna let a couple of mirrors show you up?" He taunted with a smirk. Finally, they reached the end and stepped back out into the late afternoon sun.

Gavin breathed in deep as the state officers thanked them for coming. He was suddenly very aware that he was still draped in Hank's hoodie as they ambled back toward the area in front of the attraction in search of Tina. Gavin made to pull out of it as they walked and tried to pass it back over to Hank. "You can hold on to it." Hank offered, and Gavin stopped in his tracks.

"Why?" He questioned, still holding out the Garment.

"If you want to wear it, you can hang on to it. I don't mind seeing it on you. You wear it at home often enough." He pushed it back toward the brunette.

"Hank Anderson, this isn't an old movie. You can't ask me to go steady just by letting me wear your letterman jacket." Gavin defied with a shit-eating grin.

"You think I want to go steady with you?" Hank asked, and, yeah, at that point they were both a little too stubborn to have a serious conversation about this.

"I mean, you did hold my hand and take me on a date to a place I was pretty much guaranteed to be pretty close and personal." Gavin batted his eyelashes for extra sarcasm, but Hank didn't see, because he was kissing Gavin, right there, in front of at least fifty other police officers. Many of them that they knew personally. Good god, come Monday everyone would know.

So make sure you go check out @swota‘s companion piece here!

My prompt box is always open!

#hankvin #hank x gavin #detroit become human #fanfiction #prompts

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vicecityhq · 2 years ago

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: a set of burning eyes emerging in the middle of a darkened alley, the slow slide of a silk tie slipping from his shoulders, careful brush strokes caressing a canvas, lips curling into a smirk moments before a kiss is pressed to the back of a hand . With a slight resemblance to KIM MINGYU of/the SEVENTEEN.

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last name, first name: San Shinseok alias: The Black Knight realm of birth: Earth, near Mount Kumgang of the Korean peninsula age: Appears mid-twenties, actual age is 247 gender: Male preferred pronouns: he/him species: Vampire - turned occupation: Art Conservator at the art history museum & Nightblood smuggler sexual orientation: Disaster bisexual any associated/owned businesses: N/A

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: He maintains his sunkissed tan, however the lustre grows dim when he’s gone too long between fresh feedings Eye color: Normally a burnt umber but when invoking his vampire aspects they turn into a molten yellow ochre Scars: A jagged circle that goes through his left palm to be mirrored on the back of his hand from a stake he purposefully grabbed Piercings: Helix on his left ear, typically wears a cuff earring Tattoos: Helix on his left ear, typically wears a cuff earring tattoos: A red ink phoenix on his back, with the nightblood droplet coming from the bird's eye Hair color: Black Abnormalities: Through contact with a cursed Oni mask, his transformed form has been enhanced as described below Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: A black lacquer Oni mask manifests over his face and sets into his features before his bones crack and separate to make room for a pair of tusks to grow from his upper jaw. Curved horns snap from his forehead. From behind the mask, his irises glow with a pale yellow light. The fangs on his upper jaw elongate to the size of chef knives and end near his chin, a set also grows from his lower jaw that emerges past his lips. Instead of two rows of serrated teeth, it appears as if his entire mouth becomes a jagged cavern, the teeth often snapping and regrowing as they push against each other to fit. The claws consume the entire lengths of his fingers, emerging from his bones in segments to allow for articulation. Similar black stained bone plates erupt up his forearms almost like a scaled gauntlet ending at his spiked elbows. He can control the length of his claws in his form, growing them to drag across the floor or keeping them trip depending on his needs. The act of transforming releases a sudden rush of heat that steam wafts from his body and his skin remains hot enough to inflict burns at prolonged contact. All of the new bone will regrow and replace itself if broken or removed.

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Indifferent, still holds onto some of his sindo beliefs from when he was human

SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride

VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, Manchu, Hindu, Mongolian, English

SECRETS: After he was turned, he eventually returned to his village in the mountains. His curiosity turned into rage upon arriving. The legend of the 산 악마 “Mountain Devil” was born when the destruction and mutilation of his village was discovered.

SAVVIES: Combat Prowess: He has training in Taekkyeon, Gungdo, Muay Thai, Kenjutsu, Hung Ga, and Pencak Silat. His weapon proficiencies are Gakgung and modern equivalents, swords with a preference for shortswords and single edge swords, expert marksmanship, and knife fighting. With his typical loadout being a compact recurve bow, Daewoo K5 handgun, M40A7 bolt-action rifle, Karambit, and aconite poison on special occasions. Artist: He’s refined his painting skills and typically paints landscapes in the Romantic style. He can play piano and has taken a liking to photography.

Powers & Abilities: Blood Consumption, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, Venomous Fangs and Bezerk Form

Traits: + Charismatic - Ruthless

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: December 18, 1775

Date of Death: August 12, 1800

Crime Record: Clean as a whistle but not for a lack of trying. Having a sire in the highest of places comes with numerous perks.

Background/Biography:

Content warnings: violence, mutilation, gore, murder,

As much as he tried to distance himself from his original, pathetic, mortal life, the foundations it set were as sturdy as the mountains that surrounded his tiny village. He was an ember, struggling to burn bright as the mundanity of peasant life threatened to smother him. The spare to the eldest brother’s heir, he became a hunter, escaping into the woods to avoid scrutiny and comparisons between the siblings. A season of sickness had swept through the village, stealing their parents in quick succession as the brothers could only barter for so much medicine from the healer. As their sister recovered, the eldest spoke pretty words to honour them while he dug their graves and fashioned their biers. His brother became a merchant in the footsteps of their father, while he focused on making sure their sister never went hungry.

An altercation with an official changed the course of his life, as he couldn’t hold his tongue while watching his brother be squeezed for every last coin in their coffers and their sister leered at. He was thrown out into the mud in front of a black horse and rider, the tax collector’s thugs intent of teaching him a lesson. The onlookers watched with baited breath as bones cracked under his hands, teeth shattered and stuck into his knuckles, and even an ear was torn off and spat out in the fray. He stood tall in the end, smearing blood away from his mouth, and had the decency to haul the unconscious bodies off the road to let the rider pass, huffing out threats under his breath as the official had fled the scene at the first scream. He didn’t think much of the situation, assuming he had scared away the official and that his family was safe.

Finding the man bound and dazed in the middle of a hunting trail a few days later was surprising to say the least. However, he didn’t have much time to ponder that detail as the rider drew his attention, lowering her hood to reveal molten gold eyes shimmering with tainted curiosity, smile wicked and sharp as she asked him to show her if he truly meant his savage promises. He started with the man’s limbs, twisting and wrenching bones, flaying skin, and peeling away muscle until he could see the threads of marrow fraying and snapping with each convulsion. He carved fissures into flesh, yanked at sinew and crushed delicate organs, careful to leave the official just enough to struggle for breath until he was satisfied. Every built up frustration finally finding a release amid agonized screams. He granted the man death by ramming his mouth through a branch and leaving the corpse to dangle from the tree. Having forgotten about the woman in his frenzy, her lips on his drank deeply from the inferno now coursing through his veins. His hands painted her in crimson as her nails clawed at his skin, digging as if she could find and coax the fire of his being into something greater, to blaze brighter. Her teeth sinking into his neck seared a new future into his flesh.

They descended the mountain guided by the moon. The weight of leaving his family lessened with the knowledge that lingering would only cause them problems. They were better off without him, better suited for their pastoral lives and free from the burdens his temper caused. He had new horizons to chase, lessons to learn, with his sire at the pinnacle of it all. The raw brutality he carried in his heart transformed, reshaped by her expert hands into a refined and elegant violence as his pulse echoed hers. At her side, she revealed to him the world, painted his nights in revelry and showed him the true meaning of living. Offering his complete devotion felt like a pittance in comparison.

A century of discovery developed him into a renaissance man, capable hands and a discerning eye exploring the arts where he took to painting with a particular fondness. His sire being his muse was hardly a choice but came to him as naturally as breathing. A true Romantic at heart drew him to capturing expansive vistas, rendering the world in its raw awe in an attempt to seize those fleeting moments that insisted on how small he truly was. Rising above people was easy but nature was unconquerable. Despite how hard mortality struggled against that fact. As the wilds were snuffed out, pillaged and tarnished, he turned to the arts out of a desperation to preserve what he could of the past. Conserving the world that remained unsullied in his memory through the brushstrokes and sketches of masters who saw it the same way.

It was this increasingly futile endeavour that had him examining and handling a private collection of a kitsune. Priceless for its historical value alone, he was giddy while opening each crate, changing his gloves between each antique to handle them with the due reverence. Until he found himself staring into the unblinking voids of a lacquer Oni mask, a consuming darkness showing his eager reflection back at him, distorted across the glossy surface. The urge to place it over his face cinching itself marrow deep. It belonged with him. He placed it back into the crate without comment, replacing his gloves to examine a woodblock print. The hairs on his neck raised as he sensed a gaze lingering on him with no source.

The kitsune was a gracious host, inviting him to sign and seal their business over a dinner catered to his particular appetites. He still cannot recall what happened after the first drops of blood coated his tongue only finding himself standing tall above a room of carnage, viscera still hot as it coated his hands. As the thought entered his head, his sire was at his side as the shadows grew heavier. Working together, they handled the incident swiftly and a few plucked strings later it was as if the kitsune never existed in the first place. The collection had always been in his sire’s estate. Which only left the matter of uncovering what he actually did. They came to an answer the next time he fed, the stars and his sire watching as the mask manifested and seized his body. As with his previous transformation, they took to training when it became clear that removing the mask’s connection to him wasn’t an option.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

"And then a unicorn came out of the sewer, neighing a prophecy that I was to pull the sacred sword from the volcano to-"

"Stop wasting our time," the officer snarled, making the corner of Shinseok's lip curl until his fang glinted in the light.

"But I was just getting to the good part," he shrugged, practically lounging in the metal chair despite the cuffs digging into his wrists.

A flutter in his chest drew his attention to beyond the room, twisting the metal restraints until they squealed and popped free just as the door opened. Her presence came with a brief tickling sensation cascading down his neck, a smoldering heat settling into his gut and a bitter tang coated his tongue. Irritation flashing through his body as he focused on the residual emotions. Something had displeased her and the growing simmer had him worried for only a moment that he had taken his games a bit too far.

"It's been a pleasure gentlemen," he called, crossing the room with a flick of his wrist, rubbing it in that they never had him in their grasp. He was out of the building almost instantly, carried by his curiosity and concern. Ducking into the g-wagon, he couldn't help but grin at her. Even when she was obviously putting effort into maintaining her poise, although that might have only been obvious to him.

"Stop being cute," She huffed despite a dimple trying its hardest to appear on her cheek. He finally drew it out by pressing a kiss to the back of her hand while sliding into the seat beside her. He refused to let her go too far with a hand idly tracing along her skin while she ranted about sushi and hissed some threat that involved fish fingers.

#vcaccepted #vcnightblood

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