#Alia Joyful

[idk2085]

This is going to be fun... but I did accounts for my WH ocs it's to do RP and especially give conversations and facts about them! Of course it's for fun, you can ask questions and do RP with them if you want,I won't use it too much even though I have a lot of ideas.

@imaprettygirl25 Betty Pretty

@justlookatme27 Henry Pretty

@killtime29 Mary Bloody

@joyfulstarbro00 Mark Joyful

@ilovemyfamily42 Rose Joyful

@idontcare30 Alia Joyful

[gloomwalking]

hi hi tagged by @nizynskis for a 2022 recap (thank u ꈍᴗꈍ)

3 films : um i didn’t watch many ! but i liked god help the girl , everything everywhere all at once , and the duke bc it was silly and we went to go see it on an impulse at the cool cinema which was FUN

3 books : ahhhh so many it’s not fair ?? i shall say kitchen by yoshimoto, speak, memory by nabokov, and the memory police by ogawa

3 improvements : uni work ! i am an award winning scholar now and i will Not shut up about it . social skills and being kind etc ! have been spending so much less time alone lately so it’s been needed . and reading lots - 52 books !!!

3 resolutions : learn to play my boy’s ukulele/maybe also guitar , learn to knit , be more conscious of how i’m spending my free time - less phone more reading and going outside !

song : ohhhh i’m not sure. for you by laura marling? i love being in love

quote : what will ambition do for me that the fox, appearing suddenly at the top of the field, her eyes sharp and steady as she looks into mine, has not already done?

tagging : @peiikko if u want :•)

happy new year !!

[fancyfeathers]

Rain and Dirt (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader)

Chapter Two, A Harbinger

Sequel to The Moon Will Sing and Time Alone

Chapter One

Summary: Stories are told of Rex Lapis the God of Contracts and his darling the Goddess of the Moonlight, but what people do not know is the truth of what their relationship really is. People think at Rex Lapis’s death that his wife would be the first to weep, but what if she is the first to smile.

You stood there in absolute shock for a moment, not even noticing the Millelith rushing in and taking in suspects who got to close. All you could do was stare at the body before you and wonder if you were really free after all this time. You could hear the voice of Lumine but could not process it until you felt the hand of the blond woman grab your own which made you flinch for a moment.

“We have to go, now.”

You could only nod as you almost mindlessly followed after the traveler. You two snuck around the guards, ducking behind the pathways, hiding behind pillars and plants, but you could barely process anything besides the blood roaring in your ears and the shake of your body. You were really free, you could leave, your contact was till death do us part and death did, you could leave. 

You had managed to evade much of the Millelith, Lumine peaked around a corner to make sure no one was watching before she waved you and Paimon to follow. She just did not notice the leaf beneath her foot, with one step she alerted the entire Millelith. She grabbed your hand and pulled you behind her, running and even jumping down the stairs. 

You could hear shouts of…

“They’re here!,” and, “Arrest them!” 

That shot your mind back into reality very quickly, you were a suspect for the murder of your husband. As Lumine led you to turn the corner of the stairs, you only found more Millelith coming to meet the three of you and Millelith chasing you from the other direction of where you came, you were cornered. You could try and summon your own divine magic, but it would look far too suspicious without the use of a vision, if you got out of this you would have to see to the purchase of a fake one . Now you were only in a state of panic as Lumine drew her sword, but there was no way she could fight all of them off.

“Hey girlies-hold still.”

You saw it before you could process what the voice said. You saw arrows made out of water blast down on much of the Millelith before you, knocking the weapons out of their hands. Then jumping up from behind you, seemingly from the rooftops, a man, dressed in gray, red hair, blue eyes, and a strange mask on the side of his head. Upon landing on the ground he was able to cut through the remaining Millelith, quickly and accurately with blades made up of hydro energy, it seemed only second nature to him. Before you could process anything of what just happened, the bodies of the Millelith were on the ground, but there were more coming. 

“Come with me.” He said, gesturing his head, and you and Lumine did not think twice before running after him.

—————————

You stood nearby while Lumine and Paimon caught their breath, but something you noticed is that the red haired man did not look exhausted in the slightest like you, but you were not mortal, so who was he? 

“Paimon is exhausted.”

“Just what muscles does magical floating use exactly?” Lumine snapped back and you would have cracked a smile if it was not for your shocked state. Paimon was almost about to lose her head if it wasn't for you turning your attention to the man.

“And you are?” You questioned, trying to seem polite, but not joyful given what just happened.

“Call me Childe.” He answered, giving a polite semi bow to the three of you.

“Childe? What, so we’re supposed to dote on you?” This comment made him laugh and shake his head no.

“No, no, not at all. It’s an alias of sorts.” You watched as Childe shifted his attention to Lumine, which means he is probably here for her and not you which came as somewhat of a relief given that nowadays you were simply known as a housewife to a funeral parlor employee to the people of Liyue Harbor, your real identity remained unknown to them. “In Mondstadt, I don’t suppose you came across a “Signora” by any chance?”

Apparently this had some sort of implication that you did not understand, but clearly Lumine and Paimon did because not a moment later…

“You’re Fatui! One of the Harbingers!”

This statement from your floating friends snapped you right out of thoughts and made you go wide eyed and look up at him. By no means did you want to but you had the means of defending yourself if need be, but his response soothed that suspicion.

“Oh no. Don’t worry, I’m not looking for a fight. Signora gave you quite the bad impression, huh?” He tsked and rolled his eyes. “That woman… can’t say I’m a fan either. Right, let’s forget about her, shall we? I’m here to help you…” his eyes darted over to you for a moment, making direct eye contact. “…both of you.”

“Go. Leave.” Lumine snapped, clearly not wanting to deal with the Fatui and you could say you shared the sentiment.

“I don’t need help from the Fatui.” You said, turning up your nose and crossing your arms, trying to seem closed off. “I may not know what happened in Mondstadt, but I am quite fine on my own thank you very much.”

“I’m not a bad guy…” you raised an eyebrow to his statement, which made him pause for a moment. “Okay perhaps I’m kinda a bad guy, but I’m not here to give you any trouble. Would it be too much to ask for you to keep the sword sheathed?”

You watched as Lumine grew somewhat relaxed but not letting her guard down, so you shrugged. Might as well make sure Lumine is okay before you run off.

“I thank you for your knightly nobility, Lumine, and you ma’am for your willingness. I heard of your deeds in Mondstadt…” He then again glanced at you, a smile on his face as if nothing was wrong with what he was about to say, but he didn’t say anything to you, just looked back at Lumine. “So I couldn’t help but notice you during the proceedings back there and because I had my eye on you the whole time, I know it wasn’t either of you. Someone else was clearly behind this. Regrettably, given I’m a Fatui envoy from Snezhnaya… there’s no way I’d be trusted after something of this magnitude, the ruling Qixing of Liyue has always been overly suspicious of us.”

“Well can you honestly blame them?” Paimon said, scolding the harbinger which made you snicker along with the laughter from the harbinger.

“Guess I shouldn’t try to deny that. Okay, sure. Maintaining a distance between strangers is probably a good idea. Either way, I’m already used to it at this stage.” He glanced around before looking back at you, clearly wanting to wrap up this part of the conversation. “But right now, if you want to clear yourselves of any suspicion- you need to get yourselves to Northland Bank. Staying here isn’t an option. As the old Liyue saying goes, the walls have ears.”

Lumine glanced at you for reassurance and you could only give a mere nervous shrug. “That is actually true, I’ll see to it that you’re okay, but I can make no promises beyond that.”

You two followed the harbinger up through the buildings of Liyue, including your own home, which was locked now and all the lights were off which made you sigh. When you reached the bank, it looked like any ordinary business in Liyue, minus the Fatui agent outside, standing guard. You heard Childe and Lumine converse in the background while you stared over the city, it was all but a panic. The death of your husband and captor had all shook the city to its core, much like an earthquake. You sighed and wondered what was to become of this nation now in Rex Lapis’ death? We’re the Qixing to take over? Or perhaps the Adepti?

“This is a…”

And speaking of Adepti, out of the corner of your eye you spotted Childe handing Lumine a slip of paper and you nearly gasped.

“Where did you get that?” You demanded, cutting Paimon off, which made Lumine raise an eyebrow before looking between you and the harbinger.

“What is it?”

“All I know is that it is a sigil. A sigil to keep the “mighty and illuminated Adepti” from bringing harm to you.”

“Adepti?” Paimon questioned, also looking terribly confused like Lumine.

“If you head north from the harbor, then west from Guili Plains, you will eventually reach a stone forest known as Jueyun Karst. The people of Liyue believe it to be the abode of the Adepti.”

At Childe’s explanation you heard and saw Lumine sigh and roll her eyes. “Isn’t it just a legend?”

“I assure you it’s not, the Adepti are very real, and trust me, no one ever goes in if they value their life.” You say, interrupting the harbinger before he can speak. You know the Adepti all too well, Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper, Cloud Retainer, you even had the odd encounter with the Conqueror of Demons from time to time. You could only imagine what their reaction would be to the death of the Prime Adepti. “I could only imagine what anger they’ll be in at the death of Liyue’s Archon.” 

“I hate to admit it, but thanks to Mrs. (Name) your Fatui intel seems alright.” Paimon replied, glancing over at you for a moment to make sure you weren’t going to say anything else. “But. Why would we go looking for the Adepti anyway?”

“Because the Adepti would clear you of any suspicion.” Once again you answered before Childe could and he nodded.

“Once again, she is right. Liyue was founded by the Geo Archon and the Adepti- of course, it was built by force.” Childe’s explanation made you think. Did you really have a hand in building Liyue, or were those just the stories told as you sat at your husband's feet? You were not an Adepti but surely as a goddess of Liyue you must matter to its formation in some way besides being a pretty little songbird to sit by its Archon’s side. “Look for them. And be faster than the Qixing’s messengers, so you may give your version of the events first. If there is anyone who can help you now, it can only be the mighty and illuminated Adepti. If that fails, there is one last source we can turn to, the wife of Rex Lapis if she is still alive.”

Oh dear…

“Rex Lapis has a wife?” Paimon asked, turning between you and Childe. You both nodded but let the harbinger explain thing one, out of fear of over sharing and exposing yourself to the group in front of you, after your newly acquired freedom.

“He does, the goddess of Moonlight and Rain. There are many stories of their love, but from what I understand she is a gentle and loving goddess. If Rex Lapis is the father of Liyue, looking over it and protecting it, then his wife is the mother, nurturing and caring for her children.” Childe laughed a bit and gave a bit of a shrug. “Despite her name being practically unknown, the people hold her in the same amount of reverence as Rex Lapis despite her being far more weak than her husband.”

“I wouldn’t say all that about her, Liyue hasn’t even seen her in hundreds of years.” You said, turning away from them, going to look over the city of Liyue Harbor. Childe was right, Liyue did see you as their mother, your gentleness, your compassion, your tenderness. But these traits made you prone to your husband, you were forced into this position, you were weak. “I’m sure at this point she is nothing but a bedtime story.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, I think she matters much more to Liyue than you think.” You hear the harbinger speak as you lean over the railing, your eyes never once leaving the figures in the streets. “Perhaps more of the truth shall be revealed here in the next few days.”

“Perhaps… Perhaps…” You sighed and turned around to face the three before you. “As opposed as I am to it, you will need a guide to Jueyun Karst. Lucky enough for you I know the way.”

“You’ve been before?!” Paimon gasped and you nodded. “But didn’t you tell us no one should go? Why would you go?”

“Don’t worry about that right now, finding the Goddess that is Rex Lapis’s wife is next to impossible so the Adepti are your only hope.” You sighed and looked off to the streets of Liyue Harbor one last time. None of them know where you are, nor what has happened to you over the last few thousand years, and perhaps ignorance is bliss. Despite the mortals not knowing, the Adepti did and nor did they mind which made you shiver. “But I would be lying if meeting the Adepti did not shake me to my core.”

Chapter Three

[marshmallowprotection]

Any hcs of Saeyoung and his days trained by the agency? I saw some pretty messed up ones and it made me tear up a bit remembering that he was just a KID

Saeyoung's time in the agency is far from joyful. It is the worst experience of his life because he sold his autonomy away for the chance to keep his brother safe, and it was for nothing in the end because Rika and V didn't keep their promise.

There isn't a lot of concrete evidence as to everything he went through during his time in the agency, and due to how much he pointedly jokes about his experiences to cope, it's hard to tell the truth from the lie he put in to make you doubt the validity of what actually happened.

So, if anything, I think it's important to point out that the agency did send him to California to study computer science. He went by a solid alias during his time there, Chilyoung Choi, and this is revealed in the diary Rika wrote for the Special Believer box. He went missing before the graduation ceremony, and the newspaper clipping Rika had was proof the agency wiped all the data of him being there which made a lot of students question if he was even there or not.

It seemed like his existence was a question meant for a scary story online about how someone never existed at your school but you all collectively remember this person for some reason. So, imagine that, Saeyoung is no older than fourteen or fifteen, and he's in America, no choice but to learn English and other languages as fast as possible to acclimate and not be suspicious, and he has to remain out of sight at all times as not to make a lasting impression on others, but be good enough to ace all his classes without fail.

He doesn't even get to enjoy the experience of being in school or making friends in school. Sure, it's implied he did speak to others sometimes, but that... that isn't a fun experience. I think that had to be hard on him, because Saeyoung loves to learn and if his life wasn't cruel, he would stayed in college to learn as much as he could for as long as he could. It was another slap in the face that he couldn't live a free life, but maybe, just maybe, Saeran would be able to experience a life like that.

It's a note of contention between Seven and Vanderwood when Seven slacks off. He procrastinates doing much of his work, and I think he does that for a reason. Most of the work he's doing is dirty work that wealthy people want to pay off the agency to take care of so they don't have to worry about getting their hands filthy. That means the work he's doing in the field and through cyberspace aren’t things he’s morally okay with.

After all, if you're going to pay an agency to take care of something for you, you are not a good person, and even if you are, what you're asking for from the agency is more likely than not illegal and would be considered taboo or unforgivable in the public world 9/10 times. For a long time, I always theorized that Saejoong Choi was amongst those who paid the agency, and hot damn, I was proven correct in the RAE. That goes to show how dirty and underhanded the agency is when it comes to work.

Anything for the bottom dollar.

Anything for greed.

Part of the reason why he avoids doing his work until the last minute has to do with the kind of work he's doing. I feel like if his target is innocent and he doesn't want to do what the agency wants him to do, he puts it off as much as humanly possible and tries to find other ways to take care of the problem first.

If that doesn't work, the only reason why he procrastinates is because he doesn't want to go through with doing what he has to do. In the end, he doesn't have a choice, and neither does Vanderwood, they’ve got guns at their heads and that’s why Vanderwood doesn’t fucking ever mince his words and tells him to get over himself and DO IT. He does it, and he long lost the reasoning to tell himself to think about the morality of the situation.

It'll happen to Saeyoung eventually, too.

But, as much as Vanderwood thinks of saving his own ass first, we all know that he covers for Seven, too. As much as he reasonably can in a situation, anyway, doesn't make Vanderwood the best person, but I do think his soft spot for Seven is important because it shows a good reason why some people soften to Vanderwood in the end. He has a good heart underneath everything, and even if he has methods to do things that most people don't agree with, he still wants to look after his brat.

Seven doesn't want to hurt other people who don't deserve it. But, he doesn't have much of a choice given the fact he sold his life away for his brother. He doesn't regret that choice, but he has to live with it in ways he never imagined when he made that deal as a kid. Ways that haunt him every day, even after the agency is dismantled from every angle imaginable.

Now, I think most people are well aware of the fact that Seven has had missions where he has to dress up to get close to his target. There are a multitude of reasons why an agent would have to dress up, and sure, not all of those reasons are horrible, sometimes you need to wear a tuxedo to get into a party. You have to look the part otherwise you're going to stick out like a sore thumb.

But, I don’t think most people who see him dress up think about the implication of his words. This is a snippet from his Diary that you can look at in the RFA box. Saeyoung has been a member of the agency since he was a teenager, and it doesn't blow past me for a second to think about the fact that they'd have him dress up to fill a role to get their targets to drop their guard long enough for the kill.

Saeyoung dressed up as a maid because there was a "maid fanatic." I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't like the phrasing of those words and I never have. There is some creep at the event he attended and the only way he could get close to this creep was by dressing up as a maid to get this guy to look at him. They used the fact that he's a scrawny teenager / young adult to their benefit, knowing that if he is there playing a helpless damsel, their targets will eat it up.

The amount of sexual harassment and WORSE that Saeyoung has experienced is something I don't think he's even begun to unravel. I do think as well that the agency giving him the opportunity to don a new persona on missions also helped him explore his gender identity and fluidity. He feels comfortable as a woman when he's the one who has a say in his look, and while no Saeyoung fan agrees on what label he's comfortable with, nonbinary, genderfluid, trans, or a cis guy who simply loves to crossdress or do drag—it's an interesting to see how we all view his exploration of gender.

I personally think he's genderfluid, and he doesn’t mind whatever pronouns you use for him, but if you deviate from using he/him as your default, God there’s a look of euphoria on his face the likes of which you have never seen before. “Pretty girl” and “Good boy” hit the same for him but the former really makes his eyes sparkle. My headcanon, of course.

Though, I think sometimes he has a complicated relationship with his identity because his self-discovery happened not because he decided to dress up and learn more about himself, but because the agency told him he had no choice but to dress up. He doesn't want his experience in the agency to taint what he sees when he dresses up, which is why I think he does what he does in the chat room to receive compliments now and again from the other members. He ends up fishing for compliments because he wants them to come from a genuine place, not from some creep he has to get rid of for work. 

I think it'll be better for him once he's out of the agency and he can explore his identity comfortably, and his MC can play a role in helping him feel validated in his sense of self, regardless of how you headcanon him. Because, more than anything, I think he deserves to have an experience that makes him feel good when he dresses up, allowing him to overcome the damage the agency did to him and embracing that he can identify and express himself anyway he wants to and nobody can take that from him. 

Most people are aware of the warehouse phone call. He spent days in a warehouse behind enemy fire and the only consolation he won out of that pain was the Honey Buddha Chips they paid him off with for the "trouble". He spent those days thinking he was going to die within an instant, one wrong move and he's dead, and that's one of the hard traumatic events he's gone through that he hasn't unraveled the way he needs to. 

I cannot even begin to imagine how agonizing it was to sit there, no food or water, knowing that if he made a single sound, they would kill him without remorse. 

He isn't just a desk agent who hacks his way into what they tell him to. If they tell him to go out into the field, he has to and that's that. He doesn't have a say in the matter.

He's mentioned visiting Antarctica and I believe a few island nations before. Again, you can't tell for certain just how much he's joking and how much of the truth he's telling you, so you have to take it with the smallest grain of salt and work out the realism. But, it's clear to me in my mind that he's had to travel to places just to take care of a mission and those missions put his life at risk.

He's trained not to defend himself but to attack first. He doesn't keep guns in his bunker but he knows how to use one. He knows best how to defend himself in a fight, considering that the car he used to take you with him was bullet proof, and that's not something you do in the average life. You don't just get a bulletproof car for no reason. You get it because you're scared for your life.

I make it abundantly clear in most of the posts I write about him to remind people just how paranoid of a person he is. It's not healthy, not in the slightest, but if you understand where he's coming from, it makes sense why he reacts the way he does. Saeyoung is afraid of dying and he’s right to be afraid. Not only does he need to be scared of his father and how fast he could be erased, he has to be afraid of all of the people he has pissed off during his time in the agency. He is not short on enemies.

Plenty of people don't like him and that's one of the reasons why he was afraid to let anybody get close to him. It's not that he's afraid of letting himself be loved, although, that is something he does have to learn how to accept, it's more so he's afraid of people being tortured because they love him. Bad people will exploit your weaknesses and if you own those weaknesses close to your heart where anyone can see it, they will know how to hurt you. 

Honestly, there are a lot of things he went through during his time in the agency, things that I don't think will ever be able to account for because it's going to take him a long time to open up about what happened to him. He always puts the needs of others before himself. He's going to get better about that in the future, but you're going to have to be gentle with him as he begins to unravel all of the things they made him do to survive. He's not out of the water yet but at least he's willing to trust his partner with his heavy heart. 

[falsenote]

what is truly most joyful about this film is scenes like this. the constant gay teasing throughout the plot towards robert hossein's character hits at exactly where it should bc the source of the joke isn't the spectre of homosexuality itself but how much of a ridiculous terror he experiences each time. there are a few things to be said about this character, but it all comes down to his patriotic military persona he is trying to insist on desperately, being as much of a facade and hollow performance as his masculinity itself. it is such an absurd, hysterical dynamic when catherine spaak and tomas milian's characters spot this insecurity and annoy him about it just for the sake of it. bc spaak, to his knowledge, is supposed to be man but is really a woman all along (or is she), so when there is some sort of attraction building between them, she notices this and goes out of her way to create situations where he would have to address his attraction to her, believing himself to be gay since she is a boy, of course. these little scenes leave him so humiliated, and her, in control and amused at the situation, not bc how could he be so stupid he doesn't realize ~the truth (?), -since in this narrative we have to suspend our disbelief anyway and accept that catherine spaak is made to look in any way boyish in her appearance- but he is ridiculous bc he insists so much on a set way of seeing the world. bc her and milian's characters exist completely outside of this norm he is representing and they are the ones ridiculing *him* for clinging so much to it, it's like he's in the minority in the film's narrative. it is to be noted that when the final reveal happens and catherine spaak wears a dress instead of a uniform and tells him of being a woman and being in love w him as well, robert hossein keeps calling her as her 'boy name', theodore, even after their final kiss. it's not the person who has changed, from "man to woman" but only a dress was put on. there is also the fact to be noted here is that catherine spaak never once says, 'i will use this boy name as an alias bc circumstances demand it' she says, 'i am now theodore and i wish to be called that and be a man from now on'. it is completely insane.

^while on the note of clown behaviour and gay jokes, the tomas milian's subplot is practically that he also falls in love w catherine spaak (only bc she wears men's clothing which is so so funny and there really should be a fucking dissertation about clothes as a symbol in this film bc it is relatively so simple and yet says it all) and she does reveal to him that she is technically a woman which does not change his feelings (they said here's how bisexuality can still win) but when other, unaware characters question why he is in love w another man he simply does not correct them. why? because he is insane and also bc just as catherine spaak does w robert hossein, he literally just enjoys shocking ppl with the concept of homosexuality. and this is how you make a fun gay film.

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XV /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,5K

Notes: Okay, the new chapter is finally here, but before you read, pay attention here. I used the book as a base for this chapter, but the thing is, I haven’t read it in English, so all the dialogues are completely made up in my mind as I translated as whatever the voices in my head said. That being said, if you feel like “Hey, this is not what happened!” It’s cuz you’re right and it didn’t really happen, or at least not like I’m describing it.

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Azriel sighed annoyed as they walked through the halls of the Dawn Court, the bright colours made his eyes hurt, being used to Tornan by now and the Night Court in general. Y/N walked on his right and Evanore on his left, the golden crown atop his head weirdly heavy as he thought that months ago, he was getting ready for this meeting as the Spymaster from the Night Court, and now, as he pushed through the double doors, he was a High Lord himself.

He was the last one to arrive, as Rhys had suggested, one by one the High Lords had arrived, with those selected to accompany them. Thesan waited for them with a friendly smile, trying to ease the already tense atmosphere, Tamlin was nowhere to be found. The others noticed the absence of the Shadowsinger and how three seats remained empty, some hushed whispers were shared among them as they wondered what was happening.

The sound of the doors opening brought all the eyes to Azriel, he had a smirk as he watched the room fall silent, the looks of disbelief on their faces, especially the Vanserras. Evanore walked in smiling and waving towards the Night Court group, Feyre waved back, she was the joyful and colourful ray of sunshine among them, she was wearing a deep green dress, that reached her feet, a huge slit on one of the legs, her hair in a braid, she didn't looked like a soldier, not like Y/N.

Y/N walked in, her face a cold mask, her dress reached the middle of her leg, the thin straps and the deep v cut showed too much skin, showing the pink scar and the beautiful tattoo, the handle of her sword was poking from her back, she only looked to her seat, not even acknowledging anyone in the room, Eris watched her with a smirk.

Azriel's shadows covered the whole ground as he moved to his seat, anyone present could feel how he reeked of primal magic, the type of magic the tales talked about, ancient magic coming from the Mother, the bold ones would dare to say that he was more powerful than the High Lord of the Night. Even Beron had the sense of seeming disturbed by his presence, flinching away as he felt the touch of his shadows in his ankles. Rhys smiled brightly at him, feeling a sense of proudness fill his chest, Cassian could only agree that he felt proud of his brother.

"Shall we begin?" His voice was low and sensual as he took the middle seat, with the two females graciously and dead silent sitting by his side.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Y/N sipped on the peach juice she was served, it felt like this conversation was leading nowhere, they couldn't agree on a single thing, the High Lord from the Autumn Court was the hardest one to deal with. Evanore's voice caught her attention and she turned her head, Eva was staring straight to the autumn heir, her eyes glazed as she repeated the words.

"Fajro kaj naturo, naskitaj unu por la alia” (Fire and nature, born for each other) Again and again.

"Kion vi faras?” (What are you doing?) She whispered, leaning behind Azriel, too bored to care about manners, like she was woken up from a trance, her blue eyes pierced her soul as Eva replied.

"Iu diris al mi, ke en sonĝo, antaŭ jarcentoj, nun mi pensas, ke mi finfine komprenas, kion ĝi signifas.” (Someone told me that in a dream, centuries ago, now I think I finally understand what it means.) She looked at the heir again, and it was like she could feel it.

“Li estas via amiko?" (He's your mate?) She raised an eyebrow towards the blonde.

“Jes!” (Yes!) It was all that she said before she turned to him again.

The room fell silent again as the doors opened for the last time, a blonde male entered, smirking like the devil, green colours adorned his clothes and the annoying smell of spring told her that it was Tamlin, the last High Lord. The soft glow of his ring caught Azriel's attention and he averted his gaze from Tamlin to the circle around them on the floor, Y/N's magic worked as a barrier, every High Lord had its own protection, but that was all it was. His protection could be deadly to anyone who dared to step closer to them, Eva was also smiling as her bracelet shone brighter.

"We weren't expecting you, Tamlin." Thesan spoke in a calm voice, nodding to one of the servants so they could get a chair for him, which was quickly attended and Tamlin sat by the table, his gaze filled with hatred for the Night Court switched to curiosity as he laid his eyes on the trio from the Shadows.

"I was told this was a High Lords meeting, didn't know you let everyone enter in here." His sarcastic tone made Y/N growl at him, his mockery to her High Lord could not end well.

"I must admit that I'm also surprised." Beron spoke. " As we also were told that your loyalty belongs to someone else." His tone wasn't gentle. Tamlin kept looking at Feyre like he wanted to jump at her throat, Y/N kept watching his every move. After all, he was a traitor.

"We should keep going." Helion suggested nicely.

"I don't have the habit of discussing my plans with the enemy." Feyre replied and Tamlin scoffed.

"You only have the habit of fucking them." Everyone from the night court held their breaths at his comment.

"Should I intervene?" Y/N whispered in Azriel's ear and he shook his head in denial.

"Not yet." She looked at the male again.

"Seems like an option better than war." Rhys answered after a minute of silence and Tamlin lifted his chin.

"And here you are, after starting it." Rhys lifted an eyebrow, hand splayed across his chest as he pretended to be hurt. The other High Lords watched quietly as the two fought like children, a banter that wouldn't take them any closer to winning this war.

"If you hadn't stolen my bride in the dead of the night, i wouldn't have to take such desperate measures to get her back."

"It was daylight when I left you." Evanore tried hard, but the loud chuckle escaped her lips and all the heads turned to her, Eris covered his mouth as he hid his own laughter, his eyes watching her attentively, maybe he felt it too.

"Why are you here, Tamlin?" Kallias said, and Y/N almost thanked him, they were there for a reason and not to discuss how Rhysand and Feyre got together.

"I made a deal, conceiving access to my lands with a sadist to get the woman I love back, I was going to fight him, try to find a way to break the deal after i had her back, but Rhysand and his people had transformed her into a different person, and she was more than happy to tear my court apart and let Hybern go through." His smirk was vile.

"You cannot erase what you did and try to pretend you're the victim here." Feyre said, she sounded hurt.

His disgusted grin only grew wider as he looked at Rhysand again. "Have you ever noticed the little whimpers that leave her mouth right before she cums."

Azriel's fingers were shaking but his voice was firm, and deadly as he said. "Be careful how you speak about the High Lady of the Night Court." Tamlin looked at him surprised and his confidence faltered for a moment.

"Like he knows how to make a woman cum." Y/N whispered to her friends and Azriel had to hold back a smile. Rhysand shook his head and Feyre seemed like she was going to explode. They had certainly heard her, the expression on Feyre's face, clearly not bothered by his comment only enraged him more.

"Thank you, that's what I needed to hear now." Feyre's voice sounded in her head and Y/N gave a small smile to her direction. Tamlin kept throwing accusations around, Azriel had to hold her wrist a couple of times to prevent her from taking away his ability to talk.

"They offer us stories about defending our land and bringing us peace, but SHE.." he pointed to Feyre. " Came to my lands and exposed it to Hybern. She took my High Priestess and broke her mind, after breaking her bones for pure envy. And if you're wondering what happened to that girl that went Under the Mountain to save us, look at her and the male by her side. Will we fight against Hybern together only to be ruled by a King and a Queen after? She already proved her ambition, and he was more than happy to serve Amarantha."

"Oh by the love of the Mother, do you have any illness that prevent you from ever telling the truth?" Y/N spoke, having enough of that fucking conversation. The blonde looked at her with disdain.

"Who are you, Azriel's little whore?" Azriel felt his blood boil and he knew Tamlin was just messing with him, the blonde prepared to speak again but nothing came, not a single word left his lips, he choked and breathed, his nails scraping his throat, everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions. Eris had a growing smirk as he knew what was happening, Rhysand and Cassian tried hard to keep their composure but Eva just didn't care, her hands covering her mouth as she giggled.

"She's my general, and should be treated as such, with respect, after all some of us know how to actually take care of women." The irony in his voice almost stung, he watched with a predatory gaze as Tamlin kept struggling to talk, Y/N's hand was hidden under the table as the mist came from her palm. His large hand squeezed her thigh, and she stopped, the shadows retrieving back to her and Tamlin gasped and breathed loudly, looking everywhere to see what the hell had just happened to him.

"Why are you here, Tamlin?" Kallias asked again and the male decided to go straight to the point this time.

"I'm here to help fight against Hybern."

"Liar." Cassian growled.

"You need to understand why we are not comfortable with sharing our plans with you." Thesan said, trying to ease the tension once again.

"Even when I have information against him?" He retorted, smiling at Feyre once again. "Why do you think i invited them to my home? I told you once that I would fight against tyranny, not even you was enough to prevent me from doing it. It was easy for you to call me a monster even with everything I did for you, for your family. " He looked at Nesta and not even Y/N wanted to be at the receiving end of the glare she sent his way.

"You witnessed everything that he did Under the Mountain, and yet you opened your legs for him. He whored himself to Amarantha for decades, guess it was easy for you to do the same."

"Careful." Morrigan warned but he ignored her.

"Tamlin, this is getting boring, take all this lovers drama elsewhere and let the rest of us discuss the war." Helion said, his voice monotone as he waved his hand in dismiss.

"You will enjoy the war, considering how good the last one was for you." Tamlin kept going.

"No one said that the war cannot be lucrative for some." He simply said, not letting the childish behaviour get to him.

"Enough!" Kallias yelled. "We have different opinions about how this conflict with Hybern should be approached." Eva nodded, agreeing with him.

"I'm against Hybern." He finally stated a serious tone.

"Prove it." Helion challenged.

Tamlin flicked his hand and stacks of paper appeared in front of him. "Letters from the army, weaponry, faebane supplies and everything we need to know." Cassian scoffed.

"As noble as this might seem." Helion scratched his chin, looking at him with a fierce gaze. "Who can guarantee that this isn't false information to get us to trust you?"

"Who guarantees that Rhysand and his followers aren't Hybern's agents, and this isn't a way of making us surrender without noticing?" He replied back and even Vivianne groaned in frustration.

"You cannot be serious." Nesta finally spoke, her piercing blue eyes throwing daggers at him.

"If we need to unite against Hybern, you're doing a terrible job to bring us together, Tamlin." Thesan spoke again, rubbing his temples in exhaustion.

"I'm just warning that they might seem like your friends, but the truth is, he warmed Amarantha's sheets for 50 years, and just worked against her when things changed. I'm just saying that, even if he claimed his city was attacked by Hybern, they did very well, like they were waiting for the attack. Don't think they wouldn't sacrifice some building and some lesser fae to make it seem like we have an enemy in common. Why was the Night Court the only one to know about the attack in Adriata and were the only ones getting there in time to play saviour?" The smug in his face, like he had won the argument, quickly vanished as Varian opened his mouth.

"They knew." He looked at Tamlin. "Cuz I told them."

"Maybe you're also working with them, you're the next in line for the crown anyways." The whole room huffed in annoyance.

"Maybe.." the eyes fell on Y/N. "This is a fucking conspiracy, all of us work with Hybern and we are trying to convince you to surrender." She mocked and even Beron let out a scoff in his direction.

"Next time choose only one target, it's more convincing than just pretend that everyone is working with the real enemy just cuz things don't go your way." Evanore adviced and Eris paid attention to her once more.

She was the other female alongside Y/N that time in the Winter Court, she was beautiful, a type of beauty that not everyone achieved, it was like the Mother took her time to sculpt her beautiful face and the bright blue eyes. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her.

"You're insane." Feyre rolled her eyes. "Are you even hearing what you're saying? Hybern turned my sisters into fae after your pristress sold them."

"Maybe Ianthe's mind was already in Rhysand's control. And what a tragedy, be beautiful and young forever. You're a good actress, I'm sure it's a family thing." He spoke directly to Nesta. She let out a low chuckle.

"If you want to blame someone for all of this, try to look in the mirror." Tamin growled at her.

"Don't even think about it." Cassian said to him through gritted teeth. Tamlin looked from Nesta to Cassian and scoffed.

"Looks like other preferences run in the Archeron family." He mocked and Feyre sighed.

"What do you want? An apology? Or that I crawl back to your bed and play the happy dutiful wife?"

"Why would I want spoiled things back? After you let him fuck you like.." Once again the words stopped abruptly and Azriel looked to his right side, Y/N lifted her hands and whispered a "Not me." The male opened his mouth once, twice but nothing came.

"You are a poet when you're quiet, Tamlin." Everyone looked at Rhysand, the flicker of doubt and fear in their eyes. Tamlin was as powerful as any of them, but when Rhys took away his ability to speak, they remembered that they weren't equals. "If you want us to prove that we are not working with Hybern, just remember that it would be much easier to just invade your minds and force you all to do as I wish.”

Beron was the only one dumb enough to let out a sarcastic laugh, and Eris just leaned closer to his mother to protect her.

“Even if Varian told you all, when he wasn’t supposed to.” Tarquin finally spoke. “You came, bringing another powerful High Lord that ended with everything in minutes.” He pointed to Azriel. “You were the only one to come, and not asked anything in return, why?”

“That’s not what friends are for?” Rhys simply said.

“I take back the blood ruby, not a single debt between us.” Tarquin said again.

“Don’t expect Amren to give hers back, she liked it a lot.” Cassian blurted and a shadow of a smile spread across Tarquin’s face.

“The war is here.” Azriel spoke, his throat dry from not using his voice. “We shouldn’t waste time fighting with each other.”

“The Shadowsinger is right.” Beron agreed.

“It’s High Lord of the Court of Shadows for you.” Y/N replied. And all the attention was on the three again.

“Which brings us to an interesting question.” Kallias started. “You call yourself a High Lord, but from which court?”

“The Court of Shadows was destroyed in the war.” Helion casually remembered.

“My Court needed to recover after the war, but now we’re ready to fight for our land. Hybern won’t take what’s ours, no one will, ever again.” Y/N’s voice was a warning, a reminder that no one knew what they were capable of, let alone their High Lord.

“Who guarantees you’re telling the truth?” Beron asked like a stubborn child and Evanore got up. She showed them, the court, her home, Thera and everything they needed to see to believe.

“It’s just like I remember.” It was all Helion said. “Well, going back to what’s important.” He flickered his hands and more papers appeared on the table. “Copies.” He motioned to them. “If Tamlin is telling the truth, we should focus on getting rid of the faebane.” He pointed to the male that crossed his arms and kept his face in a frown.

“How do you suggest we do it?” Kallias inquired.

“We can take care of this.” Tarquin replied. “We owe that to them, for Adriata.”

“There’s no need.” Thesan intervened. “I have someone I want you all to meet.” A High fae entered the room, she had long black hair and brown skin.

“My lord.” She bowed to him.

“Nuan is one of my best craftsmen.” He pointed at her and she gave him a shy smile. “Maybe you all know her as the person that allowed Lucien to use his left eye again after Amarantha removed it.”

“And what does it have to do with the faebane?” Helion, straight to the point as ever.

“I found a solution.” She stated.

“We heard rumours of faebane being used in this war. Used in the attack against your city, Rhysand.” Thesan gesticulated. “We thought that it was better to investigate this before it became a great weakness for us all. She’s also a great alchemist.”

“The mother provides us everything we need in nature.” Eva clapped and whispered that's right, which made Nuan blush. “It was just a matter of time to find what in Prythian was able to stop Hybern’s venom that was able to prevent us from using our power.”

Eva looked at Y/N “Ĉu mi diru ion?” (Should I say anything?)

“Ne, mi ne fidas al tiu aĉulo.“(No, I don’t trust that asshole.) She shrugged.

“Can you two stop talking in your witchling language? I don’t understand.” Azriel whispered back.

“It's a private conversation.” Y/N winked at him, turning her attention back to the other female.

“Nuan has made a powder, it should be used with our drinks and food and guarantee immunity against the faebane, we have it ready to be distributed among our unified armies.” Thesan concluded and Nuan smiled proudly.

“And what about their weapons? They wore gloves to destroy our shields.” Tarquin stated.

“I’m afraid we only have our abilities against it, the powder only protects you against your powers being taken from you, if someone stabs you with it it might help as well.” She shifted her weight from one foot to another.

“And we should just trust you? With this thing?” Beron’s voice sounded bitter.

“I will take your antidote.” Y/N and Feyre said in unison. And Beron huffed in annoyance.

“I won’t risk my armies and my family with this theory.” He replied.

“It’s not a theory.” Nuan argued.

Eris looked at Evanore once again, when he said. “I will take it.” Beron didn't say a thing, but even if he did, Eris wouldn’t care as he was staring at the big smile Eva was giving him.

The High Lord from autumn looked like he was going to burst into flames as his oldest son agreed with that, Eris tried to keep the composure, but the way his father was looking at him, made him shiver.

“That’s enough!” Nesta's voice sounded. “This meeting should be about you all protecting your people, and those who need it. You’re the last thing standing between Hybern and all the things that are good in this world.” No one dared to interrupt her. “You fought against Hybern in the last war! Why do you refuse to do the same now?” Beron just kept quiet.

“You can hate us all you want, I don’t care, but I do care that you’re allowing innocent people to suffer, you must protect your land, your people, Hybern will make an example out of you.”

“How do you know that?” Beron inquired again.

“I was thrown in the cauldron, it showed me the King’s heart, he will take the wall down and slay those on both sides.” No one knew if Nesta was telling the truth, but they all knew what the King was capable of.

“You were chosen to protect this land, how can you not fight for it?” She finished.

“I’ll consider.” Beron replied, waving his hand to his family and they all vanished, the smell of burned wood was the last thing left behind.

“We will fight, with all we have and how we can to protect everything we know and love. I don’t care if you will help us, the Night Court will stand against Hybern.” Feyre concluded.

“You have our support.” Y/N winked at her.

“I will fight with you.” Viv got up, nodding her head.

“Me too.” Cresseida, the princess from Adriata also stood, four powerful females looking at each other, the males just smiled, not daring to go against them.

Helion only nodded and lastly, Thesan, and Tamlin, for everyone’s surprise, agreed. Seven High Lords out of eight, this wasn’t bad at all.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @brekkershadowsinger @valeridarkness @margssstuff

[lavampira]

npcs that are in romantic relationships in alia’s canon:

thancred/urianger

ryne/gaia

hilda/joye

mikoto/lilja

sadu/cirina

emmanellain/sicard

cyella/zero

shunye/uvlo

npcs that were probably together at one point but she’s not going to involve herself in their arguments long enough to find out:

cid/nero

[tymns]

Made a Spidersona (?) but she's not a spider.

• Name: Sibel Svanström (27)

• Origin: Human

• Abilities: Paper control, word manifestation, teleportation, heightened regeneration, dimensional travel, wide-range sensing, psychometry.

• Alias: Paper Witch, Paper (codename), Bell (nickname).

• Reality: Earth-252 (currently displaced to Earth-928B).

• Occupation: Spy (former), archeologist, detective.

I made Sibel as an opposite version of Miguel O'Hara, my fav in Sony ATSV.

In particular: If his design is tied to dark colors, hers will be brighter; his superpower is supported by modern tech, hers is based on classic materials; his strength is physical attack, hers is more psychic defense; he’s grumpy, she’s joyful, etc…

Her concept is a bit inspired by Black Cat but definitely not BC variant.

Her most commonly used ability (paper control) is inspired by my hobby of collecting books.

[spacepiratenemo]

Venaros D. Zekka - The Starhunter

Venaros D. Zekka 🔥 Venaros comes from Latin “Venator” meaning “Hunter”. Since Zekka is a #onepieceoc the meaning of D is classified! 舌禍 Zekka = Careless Remark/Slip of Tongue. Also refers to Zekka from the GUNNM Universe. His alias is “the Starhunter” as he is a legendary pirate in outer space, famous for his strength, bravery, and recklessness. 😈 He is a committed anarchist: no god besides yourself, make your own rules, do whatever, you only live once - so have some fun, do a crime! Despite being a hero to many, he is also a menace to some. A hero who swears, uses slurs and slang, has a questionable morale but is celebrated for insane accomplishments. 🌠There are true stories and lies about this legendary alpha lunarian. He ventured to the Blue World, met Gol D. Roger, and allegedly beat the Pirate King in a fistfight (a total lie). Both got too drunk to fight! He openly admits losing to Whitebeard, a man he respected. Zekka was responsible for the annihilation of the Tyranid-Swarmfleet, the destruction of the Ivstvaan-Plague, the end of Kadah’ji rule, conquering the asteroid belt, and creating 223 craters on the moon’s surface. ☠ Zekka is loud, fiery, has a loose tongue and a twisted temper. He is unhinged, joyful, and completely mad. A loving adoptive father to his “children” in the Crew, a bad idol with wonderful lessons to teach. He teaches you to fight, do no harm but take no shit, and always bring a towel. Known to be too cool for this universe, he is a proletarian legend from the moon, a winged warrior who earned his bragging rights! ☢ NOTE: Combat stats apply to space, homeworlds, or natural environments. Stats can change in different environments. 🤍 Drop your Q&A’s in the comments! One Piece © Eiichiro Oda Jackpot Space Pirate Crew © R0tt3n_Rabbit__

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the wanderer guardian reaper. ﹚:  zhào jìngyí 9948e .𖹭 ݁

. . . he's walking on a dream !! 🍒 : “ upside down. you've got to turn yourself upside down to see the world from different perspectives. even i know this. so take my hand and lets go explore the world, with different eyes and different perspectives  ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 9948e

꒰ species ꒱ ghost, grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 26

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

꒰ alias ꒱  night orchid ( family alias ), the house ghost

꒰ story ꒱ 

young, joyful and an awaiting drummer career at his fingertips, zhào jingyi was the former heir of the yue sanctuary and zhao estate. a birthright robbed by his tragic death.

yet, he felt as if he was missing another piece of himself — what was it? who or what is it that he is missing, why does he feel as if a typhoon of chaos is raging inside of him when he should be feeling free of life's burdens now that he was dwelling in death?

so instead he travels across universes, aiding the angel that is now glued to his side. discovering worlds and getting into shenanigans just as he would if he were alive. after all, what's the use of not having fun? chaos still runs in his veins and his humour knows no bounds.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

maroon eyes with slitted pupils

long, straight black hair extending to the start of his back. often wears hairpins, his favourite being a jade one with a blue orchid extending three silver chains with an array of smaller orchids

tanned complexion, has masculine features with some androgynous aspects here and there

beauty spots marks upon the right corner of his lips and below his left brow

stands at a height of 6’7” ( 201cm ), athletic build of somewhat lean muscle

switches around between hanfus ( either dark or blues ), sweaters and autumn themed clothing or alt fashion

long silver chains and silver rings

septum piercing and ring piercing

a pair of standard lobe, upper lobe, transverse and industrial piercings upon both ears, with his left ear bearing two helix piercings whilst the right has only one

dark talons extending from his nails

midline tongue piercing

brow piercing on his right piercing

nipple piercings, navel piercing and lorum piercing

 

꒰ personality ꒱

chaotic and a bit all over the place, always with a dopey smile and free-spirited

sometimes seems a bit oblivious

kind-hearted ad compassionate. often displaying great sympathy and hyper-empathy

an extroverted man who can be quite loud and energetic

can have a small attention at times. silly and always cracking jokes or trying to lighten a mood

due to pressure and expectation, jingyi develops the bad habit of bottling up his negative emotions from a young age and instead focuses on the positives: a cause of his hyper and chaotic nature

this causes him to focus on the positives and results in his hyper, chaotic nature

can also be quite moody when the bottling up of his emotions starts to bubble over

can be quite stubborn at times as well

can be detailed orientated and poetic/wise in his own cryptic way. often saying the most random of things that eventually turn out to be wise or poetic sayings in regards to whatever situation he was in

is capable of being mature contrary to popular belief. as well as serene and calm

while his energy levels are high he can have his gentler moments more than one would think

another surprising trait of jingyi would be his deceptiveness. others might often view him as dumb but he is actually quite intelligent but would rather keep it to himself. can even be quite cunning

has a secret dark side

while he appears to be the epitome of an angel he is an absolute menace, another aspect that he hides rather well

all-in-all is a loveable fluffball

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

very playful lover — jingyi finds great pleasure in running circles around you and confusing you. sometimes randomly poking at your tickle spots to see you giggle

a very passionate and caring lover

loves flustering you in any way that he can. he might seem oblivious at times but he is far from it. this man loves flirting with you and teasing you, anything to watch you melt

very physically and verbally affectionate. with a hand always grabbing onto you, whether it’s your arms, shoulders, cupping your cheek or giving your thighs or waist small squeezes, he whispers into your ears how much he adores and loves you.

being a poet and songwriter means that he writes both of these for you all of the time

worships every part of you that he possibly can. whether that be physically or verbally. never allows you to doubt yourself

pulls you around in public a lot, on random times of the day, deciding when a point of the day is the best time for a date. he will take you to late night journeys to amusement parks and day time dates to the cute cat café he spotted down the street the other day

has quite the possessive side and isn’t one to hide it too much. he can’t help it, he just needs to let others know that you are his sometimes

his primary love language is acts of service, especially cooking for you

absolutely loves spoiling you and buying you all sorts of things, whether it is things that you like or stuff that he thinks would look good on you, that you’d like

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

soul-reaping: jingyi has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

acrobatic fighting: very flexible and graceful in general, he is able to move his body in a fluid motions and exert his physical form a bit more than others.

illusionary trickery: spells that he has taught himself, the ability to cast certain illusions.

skilled martial artist: trained from a young age in various martial arts and uses a combination of these in combat.

can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper jingyi has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

snakes: he has a fear of snakes that developed in the afterlife.

claustrophobia: fear of small or confined spaces.

fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting.

d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

alessio agresta arias: boyfriend

rishen aryielus: guardian angel, boyfriend ( future )

yùe mèng yáo: mother

zhào mùchén: deadbeat father

zhào hàoyú: younger brother, irish twin

zhào haitāo: younger brother

zhào xīyáng: younger brother

zhào yizé: younger brother

zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling

shalika vaiysha: younger sister figure

shimada takara: close friend

 

꒰ extra ꒱

was the father of a very beautiful and special cat named luna, that he parented together with his boyfriend alessio.

he was in a band and played the drums

he was a mercenary member of the tempest syndicate.

he is fluent in sign language

he can speak chinese ( mandarin ), spanish, japanese.

passed down a bunch of his poetry books to his irish twin, hàoyú, who now makes songs out of the poems, so that he can give the songs to jingyi.

likes pestering his variants

[nik-barinova]

Call of Duty OC: Zoey “Doe” Kilduff

Born to a zealous cult leader and notorious international arms dealer, Doe knew only to kill and fight since an early age and would face various forms of punishments if training was not done right under her father’s eye. She has grown to be the SAS’s most efficient soldier, despite her empowering emotions in the field. Though often rash and reckless, Doe’s impressive skills proved herself to be worthy of being a part of Task Force 141, joining Ghost and Soap in Al Marzah for a new assignment… and hopes for allowing the mask to crack.

GENERAL

Name: Zoey Elaine Kilduff

Alias(es): Doe, Zo (by Ghost), Bambi (by Graves), El Demonia (by Valeria)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Birthday: March 27

Age: 32

Star Sign: Aries Sun, Aries Moon

Nationality: Scottish

Ethnicity: Romani, Balinese, Afghani, Moroccan, Lepcha

Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Home: A repurposed Victorian era factory warehouse, Edinburg, Scotland (like this x)

Spoken Languages: Polyglot; Romani Sanskrit, Scots Gaelic, English, Spanish, French, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Afrikaans, Swahili, and Arabic are her primarily used languages

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: SAS soldier, taxidermist, dancer, Task Force 141

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Grey blue

Hair Color: Natural dark brown, almost black

Hair Length: Long, ends at the top of her rear

Hair Texture: Wavy curly

Distinguished Facial Features: Long face shape, high cheek bones, big semi-busted aquiline nose

Height: 5’10” / 177 cm

Weight: 125 lbs; slightly underweight due to battling anorexia and dealing with a higher metabolism rate

Build: Slender muscular; combination of a track runners’ body and AREYOUKITTY on Instagram

Blood type: AB-

Scars: Several on her body. Most obvious ones are on the right side of her face, on her eye brow and on her mouth, exposing two front teeth

Face Claim: Gratiela Brancusi

Voice Claim: Karen Gillan

Character Aesthetic:

FAVORITES

Color(s): Black, gold, and purple

Food: Sate meats

Drink: Scotch

Song(s): Zombie by The Cranberries and Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

Movie(s): Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Show(s): Doctor Who and Greylock

Flower: Black rose

Fashion Sense: Romantic gothic, vampire gothic (think Anjelica Huston’s Morticia Addams), biker, casual

Hairstyle: Either down or in a messy half up-half down bun, sometimes done with a diklo when doing her art, or when working up in a messy braided bun

Hair color: Blood red dyed below chin level

PERSONALITY

Myers Briggs Type: ENFJ - A beast on the field, impulsive, reckless, and can be easy to provoke, but can really be joyful and positive. Hilarious but can unintentionally be blunt. Strategical and forward but can often times allow emotions to cloud her judgement. Paradoxical by nature, and for a reason. Tends to be scary when she feels like it and could kill you, but is a cinnamon roll deep down with a heart of gold

Positive and Joyful: Can make the room brighter with her unwavering positivity and put a smile on someone’s face when she can tell they need it

Empathetic: Basically a human mind reader. Can tell when someone’s sad or angry. Also works great as a walking red flag detector

Eye for Detail: Able to see hidden details and find something not many can see at first glance

Strategic and Logical: Can make plans with precision and logistics

Loyal and Loving: Strong sense of loyalty to the ones she grows close to and will do everything in her power to let them know how much she loves them

NEGATIVE TRAITS

Emotional: Tends to let emotions get in the way of her thinking and may take it too far, ie. taking her impulsive anger out on the enemy and overkilling

Overprotective and argumentative: Will push back the offender with force and give them a death glare

Masks: She hides away everything that bothers her and will not speak about it for too long to the point of bottling up; also does it to fit in with the rest of the crowd

Touch starved and emotionally depraved: Tends to come off as super clingy when she doesn’t mean to

Reckless and impulsive in execution, ready to fight when the time comes and tends to get out of hand

Zero fucks given attitude when she hears something she doesn’t like. This along with her tendency to have a sailor’s mouth has gotten her in trouble and makes her come off as rash

Overworks herself in order to earn peoples’ approval of her, just wants someone to be proud of her

Bottled up rage over the years waiting to be let out

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Fighting style: Any, but leans more towards UFC style and judo

Weapon(s): Can John Wick her way through anything

Distinct Weapon(s): Retractible Sickle, Butterfly knofe

Special Skills: Flexible and can squeeze through tighter spaces. Specializes in silent combat and stealth. Street smart due to her past

Preferred Firearms: SIG M17, M4 M203

FAMILY

Status in family: Eldest daughter, first born triplet

Siblings: One younger brother, Gavril (Male), middle born triplet, currently in the Royal Air Force as a pilot; One younger sibling, Zayne (Non-Binary), youngest born triplet, currently Senior Operative in M16 specializing in undercover and disguises

Father: Rozric “Ragnarok” Kilduff, notorious international arms dealer and zealous cult leader. Abusive and power hungry. Sociopathic and unstable. Had surgery to remove a benign brain tumor but it ended up altering his personality for the worse. Currently imprisoned in Broadmoore Hospital for life

Mother: Ayta Batwal Kilduff, deceased, attempted to escape her “husband’s” growing cult and take their triplet children with her but was killed. Kind and protective. Fierce and compassionate. Died not knowing whether or not her children would make it out alive

Relationship with parents: Despises her father and wishes for him to rot away in his prison cell as his punishment for making her and her siblings’ lives a living hell. Does not remember much of her mother but remembers how warm and caring she was to her children. She knows that her mother would sing for them whenever their father abused them to calm them and Zoey swore she would grow up and protect her mother from her father.

Brother: Gavril Bayek Kilduff, alive, loves him dearly and will do anything to keep him safe while also letting him take on the world for himself. Has protected him many times from their father. Currently in the Royal Air Force as a pilot under the call sign “Vulture”. Very into making music

Sibling: Zayne Arachne Kilduff, alive, loves them dearly but often times have gotten into plenty of disagreements on what to do and how to do it. They tried to keep up with their older sister, but could never seem to do so. Currently in the M16 as a Senior Operative specializing in espionage and undercover. Drag queen on the side and makeup artist plus developing their own clothing line

Pet: None, but is a dog person (also loves cats)

TRIVIA

The name Kilduff is of Irish or Scottish origin, an Anglicized form of Gaelic Mac Giolla Duibh ‘son of Giolla Dubh’ ‘the black-haired lad’ from dubh ‘dark black-haired’

Zoey has had four previous relationships in her younger days: two girlfriends, one boyfriend, and one partner. While she has kissed before, she has never actually gone all the way, and therefore is still technically a virgin. She qualifies in giving relationship advice and can pick up red flags in an individual. Despite having four failed relationships, she yearns for having a lifelong partner to give her the love she gives her partners

Ethically collects deer skulls for her art projects and paints them. Most of the paintings are of her fallen soldiers under her watch and makes them as a memorial in their honor

Turned this into a side gig of taxidermy and became a locally famous taxidermist in Scotland

Tends to use dark humor too often and accidentally lets the mask crack to reveal the darkest parts of her past

Swears. Like a lot

Had a lengthy battle with anorexia, but after taking proper medications and series therapy did she beat her eating disorder (still had to deal with a naturally high metabolism)

Takes pride in her figure and has no problem showing skin. Likes wearing crop tops, sports bras, and tank tops

LOVES Anjelica Huston’s Morticia Addams and Elvira and aspires to be like both women

Her first concert was a Rob Zombie concert and her uncle snuck her out to let her have some fun for the day when she was younger

If she wants to dress up more, her fashion sense leans way more into gothic fashion

Used to be able to braid her hair in minutes but due to losing her right arm, she can’t do it as fast (and tends to get her strands caught in the prosthetic’s joints)

Her arm tattoos used to be symmetrical but after losing her right arm, her left arm is the only half she has of the tattoo

Speaking of, she has a deer skull tattoo with roses on her chest and one on her back

She was trained in ballet, and she can dance on a more professional level

BACKSTORY

Born to a zealous cult leader and notorious international arms dealer, Zoey knew nothing more than hardships and crime. Her father only wanted a first born son to live up to his expectations and inherit his underground empire. Sadly for him, Zoey ended up being born first in a set of triplets, and hence forth swore to make her life a living hell for her. She had been set up for failure right from the start, living up to her father’s impossible expectations, enduring beatings and other punishments from him. Her mother would shield her three children from their father’s unpredictable wrath and fought with him, stood up to him and swore she would leave him and never let him see the triplets again.

At age 7, that was the last time Zoey would ever see her mother. No one would tell her or her siblings what happened to her or why she left without them, causing deep heartbreak in Zoey’s heart. However, that was also the same day she vowed to step up in her mother’s place and pick up where she left off. Her father’s cult only grew as did his underground arms dealership. His global connections allowed him to have his children be trained to be his own soldiers in his little cult army. Their teachers also set higher expectations on the triplets and some would take extreme measures to keep them in line, but Zoey would get the worst of it. Despite the cruel and unusual punishments, Zoey still tried to keep her siblings safe and did everything she could to make them smile.

She ended up proving to have above average intelligence than her father expected from her, having him believe her IQ was towards 180. Her specialties included espionage, sabotage, stealth, and hand-to-hand combat. At 15 after her and her siblings returned from a personal mission of her father’s in Ethiopia as child soldiers, the M16, SAS, FBI, and CIA had surrounded her father’s compound after they finally received a distress call coming from within. Her father suspected it was Zoey and so he used her as leverage to make any further threats, not wanting to be taken into custody. What none of them knew was that Rozric had ordered bombs be planted within the compounds’ ground floor walls in case he was to be arrested and captured.

As a last ditch effort, Rozric blew up the building and allowed it to collapse, hoping the rubble would kill everyone in the compound, Zoey and her siblings included. By some miracle, Zoey, Gavril, and Zayne were still alive and the two younger siblings were taken to safety, but medics and SAS soldiers had to get a huge concrete wall off of Zoey’s right arm. Unfortunately, they had to amputate her whole arm in order to get her out, and could not save her arm. CIA and M16 eventually found Rozric still alive and captured him, ending his criminal empire and forcing him into custody at the Broadmoore Hospital as he continues his ongoing trial for his crimes.

Once Zoey had recovered and was given a prosthetic arm, she and her siblings did their best to live a relatively normal life with their uncle after he took custody of them, but Zoey was always getting into fights she wasn’t involved in and even bullied by the kids during secondary school. By 17, she recalled the day she was rescued by the SAS members and thought about joining the military as an escape from her troubled past, and possibly a way to give closure to her father’s criminal empire for good. She waited until her 18th birthday and both her and her siblings set out to join their respective branches.

Despite being an amputee prior to joining the Royal Army, Zoey’s skills and speed overpowered her disability and was given the name “Doe” after unexpectedly breaking Royal Army running records and maneuverability. While her skills and abilities had her climb up to the top of the SAS, her behavior problems have gotten her into trouble plenty of times and threaten to be written up if she didn’t improve on them. It wasn’t until she was personally approached by Captain John Price himself that she was recruited into Task Force 141 and assigned a mission in Al Mazrah would Zoey allow herself to let loose and break the mask she kept up.

[smart-dreamy]

Last night I read a trivia about the Disney studios and, today, I was in the way to the church and I had a sudden epiphany about Disney recent movies and why they look different from the old ones (yes, I’ve already reach peak daydreaming mood).

Yesterday, I discovered that in the 1990’s and 2000’s Disney company had a main studio to the “blockbuster projects” and a “auxiliar studio” in Florida (alias: a studio were Disney bosses hired creative and skilled animators and screenwriters, but never gave them full freedom to develop theirs ideas. Basically, kept them there to make sure other studios wouldn’t have an upper hand to surpass them with theirs talent. Television media does a similar thing hiring actors and hosts who are getting better audience in other channels and put them in small shows).

But, the thing was that the main studio was too busy crafting 3D animation after buying the Pixar studios; therefore, they let the Florida studio staff do whatever they wanted, and we were blessed with the Experimental Era; which only lasted till the main studio took back the reels with the 3D animation and ended the Florida studios moment of spotlight (a good part of the staff went to Dreamworks, by the way).

Even though I really love “Tangled” and “Moana” and other modern movies, and I feel they have that “Classic Disney” feel, I can’t deny that “Wish” and other recent productions don’t bring me the “feel” and today I finally noticed why: Disney can’t make movies like they did once before because Disney forgot what it is to be an outcast!

If we really think about it, we see that what we love about the old movies isn’t just the cinematography and music, it’s the empathy and warmth we feel about the main characters. I still remember how joyful I felt when watching “Beauty and the Beast” and feeling connected to Belle’s inner passion and distracted nature and to the fact she was surrounded by people who didn’t understand her dreams (nor tried to).

But, that’s only the surface level of being an “outcast”, you don’t need to be rejected from society to be an outcast. For me, the best “Classic Disney” moments of that idea is the debut scenes of the princesses in “The Little Mermaid” and “Pocahontas”. Both characters are important on theirs communities (they are daughters of the leaders and already have a steady and comfortable life), and theirs debut scenes are literally theirs absent in an important social event (I mean, Ariel didn’t care about being the spotlight of a whole kingdom that gathered just to applause her beautiful singing). That simple act of denial from both princesses already reveal theirs personalities: they have good lives, but it’s not theirs dream life. They choose to cast themselves out theirs societies, because they see they are different from theirs surroundings.

Still, being an outcast isn’t just about being “different from society”, it’s about wanting to change your life and already have tried so many times and with all your strengths and will, but still being powerless. It’s the feeling of wanting a better life and actually earning it, but never having the grasp of such life because the society or people that can help you to achieve such dreams don’t see you as fit for it.

I know (and even laugh about too) of the “Disney princess crying in the ground moment” memes and internet jokes of the old Disney movies, but that is exactly what it means to be an outcast. It means to feel trapped, alone and misjudged. You feel miserable and sad not because things don’t go your way, but because you’ve been trying and trying every day to make your life better and each day it fails, and it looks like it doesn’t matter how much you work, try and rise above your doubts and fears, you reach a moment you notice you can’t change your life. That’s being an outcast.

Being an outcast is feeling you should have a different life, but knowing it’s above your reach. It’s Aladdin singing to the lone streets, it’s Mulan crying in the rain in loneliness and shame, it’s Cinderella racing to cry in the backyard because her last hope for joy and bliss was ruined, it’s Louis tearing his notebook apart feeling worthless, it’s Ariel sobbing above the shatters of her dream life, it’s Tiana praying for a Star because she has nowhere else to turn to, it’s Rapunzel lying to Gothel as a last resource to see the lanterns, it’s Esmeralda crying and praying on the feet of a religion that isn’t even her own because her people are suffering and dying!

Being an outcast is not just about society interactions, it’s a feeling of abandonment.

When you are an outcast, you will reach a level of despair and hopelessness that you won’t be able to move on by yourself, you will need help because the effect you need in your life is above your doing. There we have the cathartic “magic intervention” in Disney movies: the Fairy Godmother, The Fa family ancestors meeting, Naveen showing up in the balcony, Ariel making a Faustian deal (a dark turn, but you got what I meant), Genie helping Aladdin, Ralph and Vanellope bonding while practicing driving and Moana following the instructions of her grandmother spirit.

Why “Wish” didn’t have these moments? Because Disney can’t understand why these moments matter, because only outcasts know how it feel to be that way.

Disney has surpassed the common level of movie industry, they already have the power over mostly of our entertainment media and I don’t exactly complain, because there’re several movies they made I do enjoy, like Marvel movies (till “Endgame”). But, it’s clear they missed theirs way with the “outcast protagonist” plots, because it’s not about quick jokes and CGI effects; it’s about audience connection and our wanting for the hero to rise above theirs trials.

Disney don’t know what it is to be powerless and miserable because they are the Big Bosses of the game! They own thousands of merchandise companies, theirs brand means a world by itself and any beginning artist would dream to work in the company.

And, we can see they are struggling with understanding the outcast’s point of view with what they did to Asha in “Wish”. Asha is not an outcast, but they wanted us to buy that idea just to fit the “Classic Disney trope”, but Asha is far from being an outcast! The whole character feels bland and superficial, because her dreams are superficial! I won’t take more lines to explain and develop how her wish for “more than this” is bland, because 3/4 of the internet already talked about it and explained it very well. But, just to prove my point, some opinions of why Wish is a failed “outcast journey”:

Asha has a loving family, a steady and respected job and she has a whole musical number singing genuinely about how much she loves her city. Yes, she felt a disillusionment with Magnifico being cynical, selfish and mean; but, it didn’t make her an outcast. The only rejection she had was from her grandfather denying to hear his wish and even the job denial wasn’t that impactful because nearly none knew about it nor expected it from her (different from Mulan, for instance) and Asha herself had no “dream” connected to being a sorcerer, she even mentions along the movie she has no knack for magic, and the only thing we can connect to her job attempt is that she wants to grant Sabino’s wish. And it would’ve been an awesome plot mover, if they had showed why Sabino was sad without his wish (yes, “A wish worth making” deleted scene, I’m looking to you, what a precious piece of art. I almost sobbed while watching that scene!).

Her “magic intervention moment” doesn’t feel deep nor emotional either, because we don’t know what she wants, she had not enough turmoils nor conflict for us to actually cheer for her Happily Ever After.

And the worst of it all is that Disney HAD A PERFECT OUTCAST PLOT ON THEIRS HANDS! And they denied the concept art plot for reasons I still don’t quite understand! Because I’ve already read thousands of Wish fanfics that used such denied ideas, and all of them rocked because they were actual outcasts stories! Like the movie should’ve been!

The only hope I still have for the future of Disney movies is that they can look with better eyes to the original ideas theirs animators make and decide to give them the spotlight they deserve. I’m really rooting for that new Era of Disney and I know they have the capacity to make stories as great as before, if they actually listen to theirs staff and understand that while they are no longer outcasts, they can make outcast stories if they give theirs employees the creativity freedom and acceptance they deserve.

[tartarusrising-rp]

OOC INFO

Name/Alias: Cris Pronouns: He/Him/She/Her Age: 27 Timezone: Gmt-3

IC INFO

Character Name: Desdemona Kingsley  Character Age: 60 Character Birthday (with year): October 31, 1964 Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her Affiliation: Church of the Lost Occupation: Leader of the Church of the Lost Faceclaim: Monica Bellucci 

BIOGRAPHY

TWs: Violence, Death, Blood, Corruption, Crucifications, Suicide, Child Neglect, Murder, Child Death, Cults, Religious underthemes, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Stockholm Syndrome, Serial Killers, Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Homophobia

                                     Thou callest it chaos, I calleth it freedom. In thy despair, I find my throne.

What is brilliance if not madness? ⸻ Warped around the edges, melted until it's an ugly sharp thing dangerously beneath the sea of calm eyes and soft smiles, waiting for a prey to cut and trap. Desdemona Kingsley, née Neroni, is known for a brilliant mind and extraordinary achievements in the field of physiology and forensics. La piccola prodigio professors called her ⸻ the bambina always three steps ahead, observing, seemingly seeing everything; she could read people as an open book, knew the words to say and egos to stroke, weakness to explore. It was uncanny how her dark eyes would watch without shame, stare until people felt like bacterias under a microscope. It is said that's how Desdemona sees people; tiny, insignificant, beneath her; nothing but a thing for her to study and catalog. Tools to be used. 

From Venetia to Oxford, her reputation did not soften ⸻ Somehow, she became sharper, hardened, freezing cold. She makes you think she loves you, becomes the sun in your life, previous peers would warn, and then she leaves you in darkness, feeling small as an ant. That's when she destroys you. That's how she killed Catherine Hartford. Desdemona thinks it is unfair to blame her for that ⸻ The death was self-inflicted, the girl could not handle a simple breakup. That's not her fault. But the rumor mill spins unstoppable, scared looks thrown her way whenever she passed in the middle of crowds parting for her. She didn't mind, of course ⸻ What mongrels think of her is not important to her life at all, doesn't bring her any enlightenment nor growth. 

The only brave soul who didn't mind her temper, indifference, and arrogance was Malthus Atkinson ⸻ heir of the seemingly infinite Atkinson empire. She did not ask where his money came from, and he had very little interest in hers. Desdemona doesn't know what made Malthus gravitate towards her ⸻ what made him stay, in spite of all the things he witnessed her doing. He smiled too much, joked around more often than she could tolerate, and slacked on his work. Honestly, she thinks it was the queerness that made them stick together like glue ⸻ The eighties were not a safe place for people like them, and the more violence they heard in the television, the closer they moved to each other. He told his parents she was his girlfriend, hers long cold six feet under ⸻ father murders mother, daughter murders father, isn't it ironic? ⸻ so they got a townhouse together in Mayfair; a safe haven where Malthus could live with his boyfriend and Desdemona could bring all the delicious innocent pretty little things to corrupt. 

She should've known it was only a matter of time before his incredibly annoying parents started circling them like vultures ⸻ when is the wedding, grandchildren, oh you will be a lovely housewife ⸻ She should've killed them. But she was focused on her thesis, her projects, and graduation, so Malthus's parents were a problem entirely his own to deal with. She would've felt guilt, had she not been giving into his whims; a wedding in Bora-Bora, one in Dublin, and another in Venetia. What pathetic creatures, wanting to make a show of their fake love and life. She loathed how small Malthus seemed to become when his parents were around ⸻ a man who could fill a room with his joyness alone barely would speak a word other than yes sir, of course ma'am. It made her stomach tighten, her spine hurt, a migraine to throb behind the space between her brows. And so, in their honeymoon, a half bottle of wine in and nearly done with Silence of the Lambs, she made a decision for the them that would change the course of their lives forever ⸻ Let's go to the America. I'm serious. I can join the FBI, you can teach history. Your parents won't leave Ireland, and we will be free. 

It wasn't as easy as that night in Greece made them believe. They both had to fight teeth and nails for a spot in the land of the free ⸻ as it turns out, despite their obsession with mafia movies, the American didn't particularly like the Italian or Irish yet. With her brain and his determination, however, they eventually settled on a good routine; she would hunt and profile serial killers for the FBI, and Malthus would become a respected professor in Harvard. Desdemona's habits of sleeping with his students were kept a secret, and Malthus soon got a new boyfriend that made him forget the Englishman from Oxford. Life was good, so of course it wasn't long before their plans got interrupted ⸻ his parents would not budge on their firm demand for a child, threatening to remove Malthus from the will if they didn't comply, so with her eggs and his sperm, a surrogate soon was carrying the heir of the Atkinson empire. Nannies, house keepers, and babysitters were swiftly arranged to ensure a baby wouldn't put a bump in their careers ⸻ Yes, she adored Apollo when he was born, but even the chubby rosy cheeks of a baby wasn't enough to distract her from her work. 

If anything, it only made her work harder ⸻ After all, she had a son to protect now. She needed to study and arrest all those who could present a danger to him. It is the excuse she told herself to begin teaching, at least. At first, it was only for the FBI ⸻ soon, she began lecturing about forensics in Harvard until she was a professor. Her own students to seduce, fresh minds she could shape to her desired image. A perfect job. And then Desdemona met her ⸻ Young, intelligent, alone. Easy prey, honestly, if she had only remained that. No, it wouldn't fit her. Desdemona knew Kiri Stephens deserved to achieve great things ⸻ hold the academic world by their groins, a permanent spot in her bed, free access to her bank accounts. Anything Kiri asked for, she gave; gave, gave, and gave, until she was obsessed and in love. She never knew possessiveness like the one filling her heart then ⸻ Malthus's parents were to die soon, and she would finally make Kiri hers, in law and body. 

But then the assignment came ⸻ The Hangman, they called him; a cult leader whose victims were hanged or crucified in Boston. Malthus was strangely supportive ⸻ he was tired of the pretentious kids at Harvard, and their parents, and a change of scenario could do him some good. The family moved temporarily to the city, a penthouse apartment with big windows for Apollo to stargaze, Malthus to take his afternoon tea in front of, and enough room for Kiri to visit whenever she liked. Move in, Desdemona would beg, I will give you the life of a queen. Malthus would often joke Desdemona was growing soft, but even he knew to keep his lips tightly shut when she got that look in her eyes ⸻ dark, intense, full of lust for control and power. The cult life interested her very little, but files piled in her office, words filled every crevice of her brain, invisible hands tugged and tugged and called to her ⸻ voices of obedient sheeps, following her every word, needing a Shepherd to guide them to dea ⸻

Apollo would tug at her sleeves, bright big doe eyes begging her to tell him a bedtime story. His innocence kept her from giving into temptation, she knows. His love for her, his need for her, kept her sane. Until the shooting ⸻ standing in a morgue on her knees, sobbing as they told her to identify the body of her child and close friend. Her son. Her lamb. Malthus parents were gone a week after ⸻ suicide. She was completely alone, with a bottomless fortune and her only child buried in the ground. 

What is madness if not the exuberance of brilliance? 

                                    There is no salvation in the fire, only rebirth as ashes ⸻ obedient, hollow, mine.

The Church of the Lost was birthed in a small wooden chapel Desdemona built with her own hands in her grief. A quiet place where a beautiful garden welcomes all the lost souls in search of guidance, of her loving hands. A place where grief could not reach, obedience was devotion, and she the only Goddess to worship. People know of Desdemona Kingsley because of her fall from grace ⸻ She lost her mind, faces in front of the television would say. But her colleagues, her former professors, the people she got locked up, they knew better. They would see her in the news, drawings of her face stamped in recruitment pamphlets, and there she was ⸻ the brilliant girl with the abyss swimming under her intense eyes. The girl who wouldn't take a single step without thinking of every possible outcome, who destroyed people by trapping them in her charms, exploiting their weaknesses as if she found joy in despair. The queen who eats the king without her opponent realizing ⸻ cheque mate. Desdemona did not fall into madness ⸻ she simply decided to surround herself with other's madness. 

It was not a surprise how easily she fell into the role of cult leader, of Mother, of Death. Desdemona always wanted and wanted and got what she wanted, consequences and damage inflicted be damned. She wanted devotion, her words a sweet whisper in ears of broken people clinging to her words until they were lost in her grasp. Addicted to the drug she manufactured with Kiri, addicted to her kindness, her cruelty. Her punishments were a proof of her care ⸻ Mother only wants to see us become better. By the time the deaths ⸻ murders, really ⸻ began, she lost her most prized possession. Kiri left for a life of whoring herself for money, left the kingdom Desdemona was building for her. She is humble to admit the child was an act of desperation ⸻ she wanted a lamb, a thing of her own she could shape into whatever she needed, whatever she wanted. A faithful who wouldn't betray her. Malthus's frozen sperm proved itself useful when she heard whispers of a former student starting treatment. The woman was beautiful, and Desdemona could still remember how she tasted ⸻ So of course she pulled every connection and expanse to make it happen. 

On the turn of the year, her lamb was born. Small even for a newborn, premature, quiet as if dead. But it lived ⸻ in her arms, it found life, a purpose. The heir to the Atkinson empire, her precious perfect lamb, the one thing who would return Kiri to her hold. Parting with the child was a necessary evil that broke what little was left of her heart; for a year, she would not spend a minute without it by her side, watching her every move with green eyes sharper than they should've been. The raid took a few of her good faithful down, but she believed it for the best. Her sheeps needed their mother by her side ⸻ her consort, her love, the one that dared to get away. She didn't return. The lamb was delivered and kept, but Kiri did not knock on her door begging for her forgiveness. The week she realized Kiri would never return was when she began with the crucification ⸻ the bad apples can't be allowed to poison our tree. 

Excuses upon excuses her sheeps eagerly swallowed like milk from her tets, their numbers growing worryingly by the day. Her Lieutenants were gifted with luxurious houses built on the property of the Atkinson manor ⸻ now hers to do as she pleases. The lake in the grounds was named The Lake of Sorrows, and baptism would take place in its waters. It became nearly a crime to whisper her name ⸻ the faithful didn't know, the news didn't know, and the FBI erased every trace of her existence. She knew their moves, their spies, so there was little choice but to let her be. The cruel parts of the Church are shared by crazy people in reddit pages for conspiracy theories ⸻ videos calling her all sort of names by self claimed true crime investigators were nothing but free press. The Church of the Lost, to the wide public, is nothing but a church led by a kooky, extravagant woman. Their television channel is a fever dream, their recruitment is secretive, and no one really knows what happens behind the doors of the many compounds around Boston. No one knows of the bodies. No one knows of Artemis. Her new lamb. Her current obsession. 

Her wives ⸻ three of them, one for each decade Malthus has been lost ⸻ think her interest in Artemis is a silly thing brought by her old age and the grief of her lost lamb. But Desdemona knows pure devotion when she sees it ⸻ knows Artemis is completely hers, and very little could take them away from her grasp. Her perfect weapon, ready to kill when given a simple command, ready to die if she only asked. Artemis takes their punishment without complaints, accepts her love with no fear, and Desdemona knows they are a replacement for what she thinks she could've had, before, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter when she is so close to seizing control of everything ⸻ with a murderer hiding among her sheeps, Desdemona knows she has an ace in her sleeve. It's just a matter of time before she uses it. 

[takiisieju]

PINA COLADA

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @spacestephh @theelderhazelnut

JoJoNights masterpost

Bio under cut! (might contain JoJoNights spoilers)

GENERAL INFO

Name: Pina Colada

Alias: Madam President

Age: 26

Nationality: Polynesian (French Polynesia)

Languages known: French, English, Tahitian

Voice claim: Cardi B

Theme name: madam president

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

Pina Colada appears to be a joyful, carefree, slightly naive person. On her island, she promotes personal freedoms, from being allowed to dress however you want to having very little laws and rules in place, with harmful behaviors being an exception. She is, however, very serious about her island’s safety, seeing the JoFoes as serious problems, and is ready to deal with them harshly. Pina Colada is also a secretive person, never disclosing much of her biography.

STAND: QUEEN OF WHITE LIES

Type: Close-Range Non-sentient Natural Humanoid

Queen of White Lies possesses certain physical strength and great speed of movement. The Stand is able to distort space, making its user disappear into an empty fourth dimension and travel safely through it. Pina Colada’s speed remains the same, so it is far from teleportation. Other people can’t find the pocket dimension it creates with anything but a Stand.

Queen of White Lies is a non-verbal, silent Stand. Opening the hidden dimension sounds like the sound of a page turning.

TRIVIA

Favorite color: cream white Favorite food: tacos

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Name - Professor Maisie Anne Pathy

Alias / Nicknames - Professor M. Pathy, M. Pathy, Professor, Maisie, Mai

Age - 35 Years Old

Gender / Pronouns - Female / She, Her

Personality - Innovative / Optimistic / Tender-Hearted / Absent-minded / Curious / Workaholic

Likes - Science, reading books, drinking sweet tea, flowers, cream cheese bagel, her pet rats, puzzles, crosswords, inventions, helping others, mimes, Shamira Brooke, Bandicoots

Dislikes - Animal testing, unwarrented violence, rudeness, world domination, confrontation, arguments, disappointing others, getting dirty, germs, centipedes, heights

Species / Race - Homo Sapien, Human / British

Job / Hobbies - University Professor, Scientist / Inventing, helping others, reading

Abilities / Talents - Mechanical backpack, Extendable Robot arms, tools, gadgets, electric tazer, hoverboard, communicator device / inventor, science, mechanical skills, chemistry skills, self-defense skills, agility

- BIO -

Introducing Professor M. Pathy, a benevolent inventor who does anyway she can to help others while wanting the world to be a better place. She lives on the Wumpa Islands where her little laboratory is near the bandicoots hut with Crash and Coco along with Shamira Brooke as their ally and even another mother figure to them after the events of Crash bandicoot 2: Cortex strikes back.

She was very inspired to invent and help others ever since she was a little girl because of her late father, who was an inventor. He would come up with many solutions and create inventions, and wanted to help people. Little Maisie would dream of becoming an inventor just like him, but her father would sadly pass away due to a very serious illness when she was only 5 years old. Her mother was cold and aloof, who wouldn't pay attention to her inventions or her ideas. Maisie would get bullied for her inventions that would fail mostly and couldn't make any friends because of it. The only person who truly understood her and supported her was her older brother, Maxwell. He sees great potential in her and pushes her to keep going. Despite so much doubt and failure, Maisie did not give up and would continue her studies of science while continuing to invent. After years of studying, She graduated college and became a professor at a university.

Maisie now goes by the title of " Professor M. Pathy " and would spend many years at the university college, for she loved teaching her students. She still continued to explore the world of science and create inventions she believed would be very helpful in the future or possibly change the world. However, most of the time, her inventions go wrong and end in failure. She still kept her chin up and always had a positive attitude, no matter how many times she failed or how things seemed so bleak. She's a bit eccentric and comes across as being pretty naive or silly to others, so she is often misunderstood. No matter how much ridicule she gets, M. Pathy still attains this childlike wonder and the desire to create, so she continues to pursue her dreams of making the world a better place.

One day, she would get a message from someone who needed her help. It was none other than Dr. Neo Cortex, who came to her via hologram recording. He needed her to help him with saving the world from an incoming threat, She couldn't turn away his offer and immediately accepted to help Cortex. The true reason why he needs her is because he needed more help with building the Cortex Vortex, and he knew how useful her inventions were ever since he knew her from the science community. He was successful in tricking the unsuspecting professor into helping build the Cortex Vortex and building some inventions for him that were later used as weopons, she was led to believe that Cortex was her friend, the only friend she ever had, and desperately wanted to please him and help him in any way she could. Cortex views M. Pathy as nothing more but an overly joyful imbecile that goofs up way too many times, and how ridiculously naive she was for him to easily manipulate her. Cortex does respect her inventing skills and her experience with science in general but nowhere as brilliant as he is.

Later on, however, the professor realizes Cortex's true intentions from overhearing Coco hacking into the signal of him using the Cortex Vortex to brain wash the entire earth, turning everyone into mindless slaves. M. Pathy was in denial at first but soon would discover his evil plans in his computer out of curiosity and tried to persuade Dr. Cortex of not using the Cortex Vortex, but he wouldn't listen to her pleads and imprisoned her so he could brainwash her later. In her cell, she was with Shamira Brooke, who was captured by Cortex as well so that she wouldn't get in the way of his plans. Shamira knew she worked with him and would berate her for it, M. Pathy quickly explained that she was tricked into building the Cortex Vortex, believing what she was doing was good and would make a very tearful apology to Shamira who was hesitant but was convinced from seeing how the professor was very remorseful.

Coco eventually finds out that Shamira and Professor M. Pathy are being held captive in the space station and helped break them out by hacking the security systems to release them from their cell so they can reach an escape pod to leave the Cortex Vortex and back to earth on the Wumpa Islands. Professor M. Pathy would meet Crash and Coco to profusely apologize for helping Cortex, but she was quickly forgiven by the Bandicoots. Touched by their forgiveness and felt very grateful, She decided to stay on the island to help them and would continue her inventions where she would repair or give them new gadgets.

M. Pathy absolutely loved to invent just about anything that could be of use. She often tinkered with her inventions and worked very hard on them so they could be useful to anyone. Her most favorite invention that she uses all the time is her robotic hands that come out of her mechanical backpack like device that she wears, It helps her grab anything with them or multi-task. The professor can even climb with the mechanical arms and can defend herself with them by grabbing the attacker or slapping them when she spins, similar to how Crash spins. The Professor can easily get lost in her own work and be a bit obsessive over her inventions that she wouldn't come out of her lab till she was done, She would even forget to eat which Shamira helps remind her to take breaks even if she had to forcefully drag her out of the lab.

Professor M. Pathy proved to be a very helpful ally to the Bandicoots and that she is a sweet second mother figure to them, She comes to care very deeply for them and that she views them as her own children. She tends to smother them a little and be overly affectionate, but she means well and does tone down her affections and respect their boundaries. The professor saw so much potential in Coco and was thoroughly impressed by her intelligence that She would have her as a lab assistant with to work on inventions with her sometimes and loved to teach Coco about science. With Crash, she finds him a very funny and sweet person to be around. The professor does teach Crash a few things, but it's a pretty slow process for Crash isn't the brightest. Despite this, She remains very patient with him and persists in her lessons with him.

She has formed a great friendship with Shamira Brooke, for they have a lot of common and goals that they would work together very well in the events of Crash bandicoot Warped where they help gather crystals too. Though they have their arguments and disagree on certain things, She doesn't appreciate Shamira's short temper and how stubborn she can be. The professor finds her to be quite strong and smart, overtime she would form a crush on her, which leads her to be very forgetful or very flustered. She didn't know how to confess her feelings to her and unsure if Shamira felt the same way, Finally she has gotten the courage to confess to Shamira, where she actually did have feelings for her as well. So they have been going on dates and are officially a couple, and they both do their very best to raise and protect the bandicoots with Aku Aku co-parenting with them.

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BIRTHDAY PRESENT AU POST

Cast Info:

-Main 6:

CW for Sensitive Topics such as: Fighting, SA Mention, Implied Poisoning

Read at your own risk!!

Name: Suhann Nakaura

Alias: Sunny

Relations: Brother of Mari

Age: Approximately 16 yrs Old

Birthdate: July 20th 1993

Height: 5’8

Identities: Non-binary, AMAB (He/they), Bisexual, Aroace

Disorders: ptsd, ocd, anxiety, autistic

Nationality: Japanese

Love interest: None

Extra Facts:

Dislikes mentioning his identity with others, even his friends and sister.

Looks up to Basil because of their identity

Knew about Kels crush on Aubrey for who knows how long.

Name: Basil Walsh

Relations: Has a sister

Age: Approximately 16 yrs Old

Birthday: February 18th 1993

Height: 5’6

Identities: Transgender Male, AFAB (He/They), Gay

“I don't care what people call me just be nice”

Disorders: ptsd, anxiety, bipolar, bpd

Nationality: Irish

Love interest: Crushes on Sunny

Extra Facts:

Keeps his camera with him at all times

Wears a binder always unless sleeping

Doesn't care about insults like he used to

Overly joyful but can easily be broken

Name: Marigold Nakamura

Alias: Mari

Relations: Sister of Sunny

Age: Approximately 19 yrs old

Birthday: March 1st 1990

Height: 5’5

Identities: Cisgender Female, AFAB, Bisexual (male pref)

Disorders: Ocd, anxiety, ptsd

Nationality: Japanese

Love interest: Seemed to be dating Hero

Extra Facts:

Mostly busy with collage

Pushes Sunny’s limits when practicing

Perfectionist

Superstitious about Heros condition, changed a lot after his disappearance

Sexual Assault Victim

Hypersexual

Hasn't dated anyone since Hero went missing but has hooked up with others

Alcoholic

Not good at taking new information

Hates talking about past, specifically her family

Name: Henry Martinez

Alias: Hero

Relations: Brother of Kelsey and Sally

Age:Approximately 19 yrs old?

Birthday: January 1st 1990

Height: 6ft ?

15 when missing

Identities: Cisgender Male (He/Him)

Disorders: Anxiety, ocd

Nationality: Spanish

Love interest: Seemed to be dating Mari

Extra Facts:

Had a medkit at all times

Had a fight recently with XXXXXX

Name: Aubergine Schmidt

Alias: Aubrey

Relations: Only Child

Age: Approximately 16 yrs old

Height: 5’6

Identities: Demigirl, afab (she/they), Bisexual

Disorders: Odd, anxiety, bipolar, ptsd

Nationality: German

Love interest: crushing on Kel

“Love is weird, how does it work?”

Extra Facts:

Sneaks away from her own home at night to escape from her mother

Seems to be “sick” after being with her mother according to XXX

Doesn't have a good grasp of what love is

Pushes Sam away because he gets uncomfortably close

After everyone reunited in the main group, they started a search party with Kim and Kel

Name: Kelsey Martinez

Alias: Kel

Relations: Brother of Henry and Sally

Age: Approximately 17 yrs old

Height: 5’10

Identities: Cis Male, amab (he/they)

Disorders: adhd, ptsd, depression, anxiety

Nationally: Spanish

Love interest: Has feelings for Aubrey

Extra Facts:

Figuring out his own emotions

Grudge against Sam

Has fought Sam about 5 times

Scared to tell Aubrey about his feelings, But eventually does!

After everyone reunited in the main group, they started a search party with Aubrey and Kim