#Bastion: “Troublemaker

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I think I’ve mentioned before that you can make more proxies/avatars of Bastion by summoning them. Which essentially gives the new proxy permission to exist in the new state you summoned it in. Some Fae in this world use this to go places that their main Oaths and Mantles keep them from. I.E. Every Fae of the Unseelie or Seelie Court are obligated to attend if the acting Monarch calls them. But Fae like Bastion are bound in ways that would keep them from actually showing up as the entirety of themselves. Hence summoning.

[meeeeeeese]

So updates on Sarro's character, now that SotO is out he's a proud member of the bastion of strength who travels Tyria gathering intel and seeking out new magics to strengthen the astral ward

he's also got a skyscale named Troublemaker, so named because when she was a hatchling she got loose in the Bastion of the celestial and ate several astral creatures. She and Sarro still get dirty looks from Dagda to this day

(big spoilers for the plot of SotO below)

Sarro was first recruited into the astral ward by Mabon, who not only gave Sarro a real sense of purpose beyond perfecting his magic, but also personally sourced out several texts on permenant transformation spells so Sarro could transition. understandably, he was pretty pissed off when Mabon died and has been on the warpath since then.

[phandomtaleweaver]

“Meet the Crew”

No pairings, fluff, 700+ words

Thunderbird is new to the team and eager to make friends, Rainbow’s main pilot seems to be a good place to start

Mina headed out to go look over her helo. It was only a few days into her second week at Hereford, and she didn’t quite know everyone. It was also only six in the morning, so no one was likely awake to hang out or spar. At least she knew that Sanaa would not be, she wasn’t a morning person. That all said, the last thing Mina expected when she walked into the hanger was for the lights to be on and someone playing music.

She was pretty sure the music was German and the song sounded like it was saying something about an “Aüslander” whatever that was. She was a fan of rock music so she didn’t mind, but she did wonder who was up this early listening to something energetic.

“Hello?” She called out. There was no response.

“Hello, is someone in here?” She called again louder. This time the music turned down and then off. On the far side of the hanger, where the music had been coming from, she heard a voice.

“Hallo? Mina Sky?”

She walked over and saw a blond man sitting on the floor working on some machine part with a radio next to him. He had twisted around to slightly face her and was smiling brightly.

“Yeah, uh, how did you know it was me?” She returned the smile.

“Oh, I’m just weird like that,” he smiled even bigger for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if we’ve officially met.”

“Marius Striecher.” He stood but didn’t offer his hand for her to shake. Without missing a beat he continued. “Sorry, I don’t really shake hands.”

“That’s alright. You’re very chipper for the early hour.”

“Early?” Marius looked confused. He checked his watch and looked sheepish.

“Oops,” He turned to clean up his workspace. “I promised Dom I wouldn’t stay up all night. S’alright though.” Marius looked over his shoulder and smiled.

Mina smiled back and looked over his shoulder to see what he had been doing.

“What was that song you were listening to?”

“Oh that was Rammsien- that’s the band actually. The song is Aüslander. It means outsider.”

“Outsider?”

“Yeah, it’s not really that deep. It’s kinda about a guy who sleeps around I think…least that’s what Dom said. It just kinda makes my brain calm when I listen to loud music. Do you feel like an outsider?”

“What?”

“You’re new to the team. Some people take some time to feel at home.”

“I don’t think so because I know Sanaa, and Tina and Sebastian are nice.”

“Oh yeah they are.” He looked down and murmured something. “I have to send that documentary about Dahmer to ‘Bastion” then he looked up again. “I saw you were a pilot, I mean I read your file- the declassified bit that is- and I like your chopper.”

“So you’re the other pilot?”

“Yep,” Marius nodded proudly. “Well the main one.”

“Do you want a tour?” She gestured to her helo. Marius nodded emphatically.

Half an hour later the tour was done and Marius was yawning. Mina had learned a few things about the other pilot in that time. For one he was very sweet and very intelligent and a bit straightforward. He bid her a good night, or good day? and wandered out of the hanger.

She stood in the hanger smiling to herself. What an odd fellow this Marius Stretcher was. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“What’s got you smiling so early?”

Mina opened her eyes to see a bearded man leaning on the door frame smoking a cigarette. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“The other pilot is a character.”

“I see you met Marius then,” the man chucked. “He didn’t talk your ears off I hope.”

“Not in the slightest. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Nein, I just got back late last night.” He put his cigarette out, walked over and stuck his hand out. “Dominic Brunsmeir, resident troublemaker, and don’t tell Gustave I was smoking.”

“Mina Sky,” she shook his hand. “Hiding bad habits from Dr. Kateb?”

“Always, but he’ll figure it out on his own soon enough,” Dominic smiled.

Mina knew she’d fit in with this bunch of misfits quite well.

[myimaginedcorner]

A TUMBLR STORY: TORN PAGE (p.4)

“Oh, what a strange feeling…”

“Who’s who? I’m confused…”

“Shhh, it’s starting!”

That…idiot.

***

The Dawn of Elves had come. After Dragonfall, the central plains of our realm became home to its most advanced species, and with them, Therania’s heart took shape. Buildings that aimed for stars scratched the vast sky with their high ceilings, one after another raising where once only dust laid upon soil. Beautiful lakes – brought back to life from earthen bowels – flowed through dug rivers of worldly design. Walls mimicked mountains, guarding our peace; between them, new machines were seen by the occasional eye, tested in speed as they slid over silver lanes. Foes where no more, big spikes brought from the core as the last remnants of the past catastrophe. Finally, there was peace, few left of those that still remembered darker days.

Celest was capital to the new empire. Built on top of the Sarhan Endho Rhanae (Cliffs at the End of Mind), no other place was worth such title. Our last bastion, it served to our ancestors as guidance, one hope above clouds of vaporising blood. Now, with no weapons in our young hands, it brought us ink and paper, calling for new battles. From darkness, it made light; as warriors surrendered their posts, scholars took over to ensure elven survival.

You were there, first to enter the renewed academy. Your generation had a heavy burden on their shoulders – the duty to restore what elves knew, know, and could know for what was to come in centuries ahead. Your skins, at last, would be the ones to mimic paper – not scales nor dirt, but words tattooed in a display of knowledge. Some teachers were there, few of them, however, able to impart what was preserved within sealed archives. You were free, your learning limited solely by your finger’s reach.

Born to a good family, you weren’t meant to pursue this profession – you were expected to stay home and help rebuild your city’s glorious landscape. However, you were curious by nature, and impatient, too. Drawing within the peace of a bright studio was never your intent. So, after years of careful preparation, and months spent softening your parents’ hearts, you finally were given enough resources to reach Celest satiated and well-rested, ready to undertake the difficult exam. You passed it – quite easily, if you may humbly add. Eyes burning like two torches, you quickly started lightening up the shadows of what chaos buried, writing down all what could be useful to your nation’s benefit.

Yes, that was you – a bright student from Celest’s Academy, part of the generation destined to glorious deeds. No fate nor prophecies loomed over your future, all outcomes open to explore and to fulfil. You could create, you could shape what was to come – there was the world within your palms.

Then, there was Ashna.

You remember well when you first met. It was in one of the Academy’s old gardens, uncleaned from rubble left there from a broken wall. Beautiful trees of unknown species managed to survive among plagues of parasitic ivy, roots deeply buried into uncared soil. You liked to go there, for there was no one to disturb you – silence was always your good friend. Yet one day, under your favourite branch, another figure met your eyes, submerged into deep reading.

How odd, you thought.

This elf never was so patient.

“Agh!”

Despite your early guess, the creature’s sudden grumble still made you jump, your heart skipping a beat. All concentration gone, the student’s eyes burned with resentment against the wise pages, ready to tear them with long, sharpened nails. You’ve never seen such nails before, not among your peers – those were a sign of troublemakers.

“Careful,” you intervened, for you couldn’t stand seeing treasures fall to someone’s childish rage. “This is a valuable resource; you shouldn’t treat it this carelessly.”

A pair of beautiful, shining eyes met yours in tones of early morning. Their outline resembled the softest sunset, light trapped within the iris as small, twinkling stars. A darker pink surrounded the pupil, as clouds dyed by the leaving day greeted the comfort of night’s darkness. Nothing about them spoke of anger anymore – they seemed surprised, then, shifting into happy twilight.

“Sorry,” as the elf spoke, a smile grew upon thin, cherry lips. “I got too excited.”

“Frustration would be more correct, I’d say,” you pointed out. The dictionary wasn’t written to be misused, after all.

“Perhaps,” even after your harsh correction, all what they did was laugh. “Reading old dragon runes can get distressing.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong…” as mumbled words left your mouth, you got closer. You must admit that even you, sometimes, got nervous over tedious reading: the dragon tongue was made for creatures who had years to waste.

“Ah, thank you! The last professor I’ve spoken about this told me that I was simply too superficial to understand their magnanimity.”

Leaning against the tree’s wide trunk, the elf in front of you was more cheerful than any other student at this time of year. You found it odd. Students weren’t meant to be relaxed at all.

“You spoke to Professor Ahrari. She was a military translator back in her days.”

You thought yourself to be quite friendly – your colleagues respected you, your teachers enjoyed a deep conversation in your presence. You weren’t one to simply talk, however: you liked to spend your time in search than in stagnation. And yet, although this dialogue was void of any meaning or practicality, it flowed as silk between a tailor’s fingers.  

“Really?! That explains her scars! She’s amazing – although a bit grumpy.”

Tilting your head, you sat, too, in the shadow of another sapling. War was over – yet, it was a first to meet someone so distanced from its echo.

“She lived a lot.”

“Lived through a lot would be more correct, I’d say,” a cheeky wink accompanied their burlesque tone.

You looked at them.

[vixtionary]

✒️ + his relationship with Marcus Du Couteau

(The ship basically had sunk after Katarina comic but I don’t care)

SOURCE || OPEN

(( As long as Chimes & I live, this ship will never die .... but I will answer this for 'comic' verse and not Chimes' verse/main ))

Marcus Du Couteau could, under different circumstances, receive the award for being the longest relationship in Jericho's life. Having grown up side by side in the wealthier part of Prime, the two of them used to be great friends & allies for the bigger part of their lives. Even past their childhood endeavors together, they fought in tandem during the Shuriman campaign & eventually plotted together to overthrow Emperor Darkwill.

The Du Couteau House is one of few that could rival the Swain banner in antiquity. Their history of allegiance could be traced back to their very foundations. Due to past intermingling, through arranged marriages, the two families also shared some physical traits; such as a tendency for light skin & piercing green eyes. As such, the elder Jericho would have been introduced to his younger neighbor at an early age.

His infatuation with Marcus was intrinsic and sincere. Growing up, the Du Couteau son was allowed liberties that the Swain heir could barely fathom. Marcus' boisterous personality intrigued the timid young Lord, who secretly sought reprieve from his mother's unyielding expectations. However, that same personality had earned Marcus a bit of a reputation in the noble circles as a troublemaker, and thus the Swain Matron actively interefered to keep the two boys apart as much as possible to protect her son's 'intergrity'. Simply put, Jericho was an obedient and quiet kid that only started speaking up to her when he realized that there were other ways to spend his time, other than studying, that is. Eventually, his mother started overloading his schedule to have him miss their little playdates.

Upon entering young adulthood, Jericho realized that some of the feelings he held for his friend were not of platonical nature. Introverted as he was, he kept it a secret from most; but little could escape the penetrating glare of his mother, of course. The renowned sorceress pulled her connections from the Rose to suggest an arranged marriage for the Du Couteau son, and thus Soreana was elected as a fitting spouse. In that way, Jericho's mom would ensure her son would be able to produce heirs of their diminishing bloodline. Jericho did not come to find out about this until much later, but regardless of her intervention he supposed the outcome would have remained the same. Whatever feelings Marcus may have reciprocated at the time would quickly be drowned out under Soreana's influence.

When Marcus first announced his wedding to his friend, Jericho was silently devastated. He spent some time still harboring hope of change, however the political climate in Prime at the time was such that arranged marriages scarcely ended in divorce. When Katarina was born, his final spark of hope was extinguished. He enrolled for the army shortly after, hoping some time away from the capital would aid him in pursuing his personal goals & leaving the heartache of his first, unreciprocated love behind.

But their friendship continued even from a distance. It even seemed to endure their time apart, while Jericho was deployed in the Freljord with little access to mail. Eventually he returned and the two engaged in new adventures. The cabal took notice of their tight bond. A lot of their 'discoveries' at the time would be incriminating evidence for the Rose. Jericho had taken interest in his parents' work, learning more about the entity that dwelled in the Bastion. With his mother's power hunger putting their family name in a risky position among the cabal members, they were now a target.

What followed is a given; their ventures ended with Jericho surrendering his own family to the Emperor after a series of (faked) evidence had lead him to believe they were also conspirators. For that, he was awarded with his commission in Shurima, in which he deployed Marcus to tag along. The promising Generals were awarded for their servitude. Shortly after, the Du Couteaus settled in Urzeris, while General Swain was stationed in Tereshni. At this time, relations between the two were strained by Marcus spending most of his time tending Soreana after the attempt on her life.

When they would meet again in Prime to prepare for the Ionian invasion, things had changed. Not only had Jericho's successful campaign imbued him with renowned fervor & vanity, but Marcus' demeanor towards him had also taken a peculiar shift. Albeit still amicable, they were not that close anymore and Jericho was saddened to realize that their bond had been strained. He had his suspicions at the time, that Soreana could have poisoned Marcus' mind. But he wanted to believe his friend would not be that susceptible to her manipulation, and so he continued to confide in him & trust him, even after their eventual defeat.

Upon returning to Prime, disgraced, Jericho had very few people he could rely on to have his back. During this time, Marcus proved his loyalty by supporting him, the same way Swain had back when Katarina's failure had tainted Marcus' name. With Jericho having freshly encountered Raum, he was rapidly developing an obsession with the creature & took increasingly desperate measures to obtain it. Marcus assisted him, in any way he was asked to. He followed him, even into the Audience Chamber the night they overthrew Boram from his throne. Having gained the demon's power, however, Jericho had sensed his eventual betrayal. At the time, albeit crushed by the realization, he was too preoccupied with enforcing the new regime.

Present day Swain does not detest his old friend. Marcus was a promising man, but unfortunately he too got lost in the web of lies & intrigue. He cannot know all the things Soreana fed to him to convert him into a hand of the Rose, but it is far too late now to dwell on what happened back then. The fact remains that Marcus Du Couteau made an enemy of the Empire; and Swain's first & true devotion will always be to Noxus. As much as it may have pained him, personally, the man had to be removed. He does not regret his decision.

Only sometimes, usually late in the evening, there might be a pang in his chest while he's nursing a glass of Ionian red; reminiscing over their good times together.

[welcometomybraincomics]

Gale Force

Information

based on TFA

◦ Gale Force is a flying “Autobot,” vicious and capable or taking care of himself

◦ Gale Force has no memories but spontaneously remembers things under certain situations. After that moment passes, he has no idea why he knows that information (he has some pretty deep connections)

◦ Gale Force is in a Decepticon settlement called Delta 9, based on the platoon named Delta 9 which all the Decepticons in the settlement were once a part of

◦ Everyone in Delta 9 knows him as the rambunctious and troublemaking charge of seekers Blackbolt and Skyflare (and occasionally Medic Blowout)

◦ Outside of Delta 9 he is known as a particularly dangerous member of a group of rebel forces (Liberation Army) who despise Autobots. He is also business partners with Blackbolt and Skyflare’s trine member, Raindance

◦ All members of the Liberation are of the “disposable” class. They are tools and menial workers, at least a quarter of them are drones with AI (Ex. Gale is a celiometer, Data Drain is a building, and Pearlescent was a waste manager)

◦ Gale Force is a wanted criminal in Autobot space because he killed the bot who used to own him (and mistreated him; bot was a dealer of some sort and that’s how Gale got started on his web of connections) and a hand full of others (in self defense. He has weak plating and they were pointing guns and shoving)

◦ Gale is amnesiac, slowly regaining his memories alongside making new ones as the world’s tiniest Decepticon (According to Delta 9 because, really, TFA Soundwave is so much smaller; Gale is smaller than most Autobots but larger than a minicon)

◦ At some point he gets separated from Blackbolt, Skyflare, Blowout, and the rest of Delta 9 (whether that be through death or other means) and he forms a team with Bastion, Steelrunner, Bloodbath, Turret, and Barrage. They meet up with another Decepticon ship and stay with them for a while (to either find a way to contact the rest of Delta 9 or find a way to Avenge them (possibly death by Autobots? But the possibility of Bots finding Delta 9 is low unless someone accidentally sets of an Autobot distress signal))

Plot

◦ Misadventures of the flying Autobot tiny Cybertronian (wow. That’s literally it. That’s the game. That’s all I want)

◦ Some turmoil between Gale and Delta 9/ Delta 9 and the rest of the Decepticon population on the fact that Gale Force is clearly an Autobot build (although there are Autobot defectors, people are still suspicious)

◦ Gale meets up with his friends from his old life while with friends from his new life and everyone is confused

◦ Slice of life

[prometheanglory]

hi this post is entirely for self indulgence and is very long bc i do not have the patience for an ask game but i have an urgent need 2 answer this entire thing for vinh bc i am a rabid dog and its been sitting in my drafts for too long

⚠️ also there’s mentions of canoodling and sploinking in here that kinda tests da limits of my pg13 rating but i’ll keep my nards in my pants dw

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

you gotta be BLIND to not catch onto the fact she’s hot. but then again, i wouldn’t treat her like some all-time stunner that makes the entire room turn and go silent at a glance like a wattpad fic or anything. she’s taken as a double-take kind of hot, u kno. like, the type of hot where u go ‘god damn’ and then u move on with ur day. or my hands got sweaty bc idt im well-dressed enough today to be in close proximity for u for longer than 45 seconds.

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

kinda hinging off the last question tho…. the vinh appeal gets stronger the longer she’s around. kinda got that ‘peripheral’ vibe, gotta go looking for her more, and more grows on u…..!

trick question bc it’s an endless feedback loop b/w aura and looks bc ain’t no way ur getting one without the other. regardless of which one catches the eye first, both just amplify the other. hot bc shes measured enigma with a muted lull 2 her for real !! but then also she’s just a physically attractive lady.

but tbf maybe her aura isn’t a surefire guarantee of attraction. she isn’t exactly the most forthcoming or warm person, and if mysterious and quiet isn’t ur type from a bombshell then 🤷‍♀️ oh well

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

SHES GOT A LOT GOING ON THAT I THINK R NICE TO LOOK AT OKAY…..….. the most miscellaneous thing is that her hair’s a little messy n got hair falling in her face sometimes in a way that kinda covers her eye and that’s like. eroi.

most conventionally attractive thing abt her is divided b/w her long legs or her eyes overall (shape/eyelashes/irises/etc) 🤧 but if we get into the ‘weird’ category of miscellaneous things that are still kinda conventional. the list kinda looks like: her shoulder width + shoulder angle… her slender neck… sharp but subtle jawline… her cheekbones… her height… her mouth.. the defined collarbone…. torso-waist-hip ratio…. i think i’m allowed to allude to her asscheek. her many piercings… her long fingers… the way she’s definitely a mature n femme beauty but she’s kinda handsome if u look at her under the right lens. her moodier expressions that in my heart r so sultry/mysterious. she’s nicely muscled naturally, but she’s got a softer-toning to her. as ‘willowy’ as she can be depicted, i also like how subtly solid she is, u feel. i like her biceps and stomach specifically. her back is really nice. i like her sharp teeth. idt anybody needs to point out the small breast size thing but i think its charming and it has to be pointed out.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

she is so sharp and levelheaded... thorough and observant……. focused n dedicated but entirely self-aware…….. competency make my peepee hard.

this is actually a vinh red-flag but i think it’s hot how she doesn’t tell u anything and is very mistrustful despite her general front of honesty 😍 like yes girl lie to me

also her being shockingly resolute with her morals/values despite generally being the begrudging coward who never puts up the rebellious/troublemaker front. the risk of her double-crossing is actually pretty high . ppl who u would never expect to be so underhanded but they’ll do what they feel they must while still playing by your rules 🤤

but also i rly love her mental fortitude… girl can rly tank a hit or weather thru centuries and still stand unbroken!!! she’s the final bastion!!!! idt any other of my ocs quite has the same level of like, genuine capacity to be eroded??? like ofc a chunk of it is coming from her mild self destructive tendencies (hot) but her really repressed sense for self preservation (also hot) keeps her in the weirdest cycle of not actually being able to discard her dignity to call it quits!!!! she will keep going even after there is nothing left on her to go on because she is perpetual and will never be satisfied !!! girl is an engine!!! girl is the dry corpse that will not stop moving and bleeding!!!

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

she’s very aware that other ppl think of her as attractive and she’s pretty conventional in her appeal, but doesn’t rly. feel it? cherish the notion? not that she thinks she’s ugly but she just rly doesn’t get the hype.

technically only uses it to her advantage when trying to keep herself presentable — i.e. may adapt herself if someone’s perception of her dictates she should lean harder into being appealing in that way.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

did u know i stood in a yankee candle for like 15 minutes sniffing candles last week to embed scents in my brain to know if i could label them as vinhcore in my head. i have Also been previously tempted to sign up for perfume samples just to know more abt scents for the same exact reason. what does that tell u. what does that say about me, we will ignore that.

i think she smells rly… rich. expensive. a kinda sultry perfume? smth with amber that isn’t particularly sweet but floral w musk in a complex way…? but i feel like if im aiming to encompass the colder aspect of her character. it’s still going to lean harder towards floral but it’s less spice and more… woody. aromatic. smth kinda white floral/powdery.

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

hot to ME. HOT TO ME!!!! this vid is the latest one but it has her outdated art on it and its kinda fried but nonetheless

but i like her voice :-} smooth and low but without toeing too much of the line of strained?? lowkey considering changing her eng va again but that’ll happen whenever it happens tbh

bonus videos bc i like her voice on king of fighters and this is technically the least incriminating video i have for azur lane im sorry for the booby and hole boat girl game

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

teeeeechnically monogamy-minded…? open to being polyam/having an open relationship. tho it’d be probably still be Nice to settle down some day. maybe. theoretically. it’s smth she needs to address eventually, but it’s just not rly on her plate rn. if it crops up in this time tho, then so be it.

she’s meandering around the metaphorical field bc ppl seem to need her more over there, but she still doesn’t rly get much satisfaction out of that either. not that satisfaction was ever rly much of an end goal for her 💀she views her relationships more as a job commitment than a romantic commitment, hence the blasé attitude towards the topic. think it’d be best to just say she’s going with the flow.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

it’s always a bit hard to actually catch vinh’s eye, but… who can resist a brief onceover at a modern-day adonis.

aside from that, she’s always a little fascinated by sharp-wits, or ppl who just radiate a certain charisma that lends itself well to leading themselves or a subsequent aura of proficiency. vinh’s prone to falling in line with people who have their own sense of gravity.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

she’s defo not awkward (being unsociable aside) but charming is a bit of a reach. interesting to talk to in her own right bc she’s been drilled on navigating events and ‘intellectually stimulating’ other’s minds to some degree by tradition’s decree, but being flirtatious or forthcoming is neither here nor there for her 😔

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

she knows her way around the block ❤️ granted, it’s usually pretty half-hearted bc she’s just not rly all that in-tune with expressing intimacy for most people. she’s just not rly gonna take much of a lead or initiate much. stays pretty chaste if its up to her, a fleeting smooch 2 the corner of the lip always seems 2 get the job done.

opposite end of the scale is she trusts them more so she’s more open 2 being intimate 🤯 a passionate/entangled makeout type at her core, but that’s actually a very rare occurence still. the things she usually initiates r very prim n formal but its very dear that she’s infatuated enough that she feels compelled to express it 🤧

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

shhhhhshshhhhhshhhhhhhh shushshushshush

answer is yes, plenty, and the experiences are….. okay. she doesn’t think about it very hard.

it’s only been recently that she’s become more active? she hasn’t been off the mountain or cloud for that long, and she’s been separated from her nation’s (elite) culture for an even shorter span of time. granted, it’s been a few years but nonetheless. there’s very long and pronounced gaps in her activity in most centuries prior to where we encounter her, and those are life long secrets that have been kept mostly under tight wraps. she’s known for being quite prudish back home, actually.

style-wise… 🤪 vinh’s very attentive and tends 2 heavily prioritize her partner’s needs. down for whatever bc she doesn’t rly have anything in mind, but isn’t exactly the easiest person to ‘rile up’. a servicing type that keeps a very level-head. isn’t rough at all, but she makes up for it in precision and (sometimes) passion. her composure slips a bit (…a lot?) when the shoe’s on the other foot of who’s getting the brunt of the attention. it seems there’s something going on over there about her actual preferences.

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

well it’s not the biggest deal in the world for her but sometimes it means a little more to her. most of the time she doesn’t rly have much faith or intention with her flings so she doesn’t invest much in them unless convinced otherwise.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

she’s a very on-guard person and is prepared for a lot of things ppl will do or say to her, but sometimes things get around her own expectations and it makes her indifferent façade falter.

very pointed comments that she can’t really ‘dodge’, complimentary or not. other examples Also include ppl sometimes regarding her a little too humanely or just with a little too much dignity . and sure she might get flattered but the chances are much higher that she’ll just get more suspicious and on-edge.

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

very reserved and would never initiate anything pda 💀 she can handle being on the receiving end of some Some pda (within limits) but she tends to avoid it if possible. but as the artist/writer i believe firmly in targeting vinh bc you might find that she’s lying a little about how reserved she is.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

well if there’s something she knows they enjoy then she’ll do her best to arrange it for them. she’s the type to enjoy quiet evenings. whether or not they physically go out, spending time with them is fine.

if it were entirely up to her though, i think her go-to is between staying in and eating smth home-cooked together (even tho she, doesnt rly need to eat,) and generally just decompressing (watch a movie, bake smth small, lay around on the couch, etc) OR a small outing to a museum/art gallery/etc and a nice dinner at a restaurant :-) and then the rest of the night is… also for decompressing . most of the time i think of where the actual romance/bonding for vinh is, i land on like… super quiet moments like being in bed or somewhere where u get the stronger sense of having her complete attention, like in a car or in a quiet corner of a room.

being lazy with a workaholic is a love language, that is my wisdom. intimacy exists in downtime and quiet !!!!

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

wooing isn’t exactly something she sets out to do — but her methods of courting don’t change much regardless of how much she likes or mistrusts her partner.

her courting style is best encompassed as promising them her service, and that definition of ‘service’ is incredibly broad in terms. she aims to please within the limits of her dignity, and rolling over to align herself with their expectations for her is pretty standard. she thinks its critical for them to rely on her somehow or to at least have some due purpose for her to stick around, whether it be in semantics or actual duty.

on a less cynical note, the more romantic version of vinh is just best understood as a very dedicated partner. she’s reliable and responsible — and even if she’s not a super affectionate lover right out the gate, there’s kinda comfort in how… present she is? constant she is? pillar of support for real!!! she wants the best for her lover, and if that best somehow includes her in the image, then she’ll try to accommodate it. biggest difference here is she actually feels like telling her partner stuff thats wrong or things that are just Up instead of just going and fixing it on her own without much of a word.

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

a function over fashion type of girl but a little bit of fashion doesn’t hurt. tends to stick to pretty simple styles and has a preference for dark colors — but she has some more ornate choices that…. were not her first choice, but she can appreciate a thoughtful gift.

actually have a doodle from months ago that was actually from thinking abt the logistics of what she wears and even tho pencil skirt era is over……. it’s still a tight skirt so it still counts.

[hostiletakeoverau]

HOSTILE TAKEOVER UPDATE 0: List of Swaps and Shifts

As of recent I’ve come to realize that Hostile Takeover is a project that I believe is deserving of its own blog. And so I made one. I am the official owner @mmani-e and I’ll be posting HT related stuff here from now on.

Now onto the updates.

All previous posts regarding the story of HOSTILE TAKEOVER are now (mostly) inaccurate.

I will begin setting the record straight beginning with this post.

The OFFICIAL list of swaps and shifts for this AU are as follows, location swaps coming soon:

Special thanks to @randomguyed for his help in brainstorming and providing art I am eternally grateful for!

(Note: HOSTILE TAKEOVER doubles as a ROLESWAP and a SHIFT, based very loosely on Storyshift. All of these characters’ original personalities will be preserved as much as possible, only their motivations have changed)

LIGHT WORLD >

Swaps

Noelle <> Kris (Noelle is a depressed girl living with a broken family and not much friends. Kris is a troublemaker going through a family’s rough patch.)

Berdly <> Susie (Berdly is a boy trying desperately to fit in and be noticed, but fails every time. Susie is a poor teen that unhealthily attaches to her only friend.)

Monster Kid <> Catti (MK is a local troublemaker that knows a little something or two about getting into unnatural situations. Catti is the goth close acquaintance of Noelle, one of the few she’s managed to retain.)

Snowy <> Jockington (Snowy is an aspiring stand up comedian that tests out his material anywhere and everywhere he can... even the police station. Jockington is the same lol)

Shifts (New Character > Role in DELTARUNE they are taking up)

Papyrus > Toriel (Noelle’s babysitter. Has essentially raised Noelle)

Sans > Asgore (Close family friend of Mrs. Holiday... suspiciously close...)

Napstablook > Asriel (Noelle’s friend on tour, used to open up to them a lot)

Mettaton > Chara (Noelle will have features that can be found on Mettaton. In-canon, Mettaton is on tour wit Napstablook)

Asgore > Alphys (Stand-in principal. Wants to stay on Tori’s good side.)

Toriel > Undyne (Owns a small bakery. Sweet but can be nasty when provoked.)

Alphys > Napstablook (Toriel’s aide in the bakery and flavor scientist)

Undyne > Mettaton (Working out or cooking something horrible in their house)

Chara > Sans (New person in town, came home with Asriel from college)

Asriel > Papyrus (Came home recently, can be found in house always busy)

Rudy > Gerson (Dead. His legacy remains in the town.)

Mrs. Holiday > Alvin (Found outside Town Hall de-stressing, then the cemetery.)

Gaster > Rudy (Taking a breather in his lab after falling into his last creation.)

River Person > Mrs. Holiday (Unreachable. Busy prepping for the next mass)

December Holiday > Gaster (Hello...? Is anyone there...? It’s so cold... please...)

Minor Roles TBA...

DARK WORLD

Starwalker <> Ralsei (Jevil pissed Starwalker off by calling him unoriginal, he is now out for revenge. Ralsei just hangs around lost without purpose, and gets rather clingy)

Nubert <> Lancer (Nubert is a blustering egotist, but one with the intention to protect the weak and stop people from rising up against Jevil. Lancer is on a secret mission from his father to find his mother and unite the royals, but mostly spends his time goofing off)

Seam <> Rouxls (Seam is the lazy and far-too comfortable court mage that sees no point in most things. Rouxls is a nervous royalist that is always looking over his shoulder.)

Jevil <> King (Jevil is the new tyrant of the Bizarre Bastion, and is completely insane, his only goal is to spread the dark world to keep the fun going forever. King is a cold husk of his former self, the man that once was there replaced by a being of pure rage, plotting in his cage ways to escape and kill him.)

Sweet, Cap’n, Cakes <> Swatch, Tasque Manager, Werewerewire  (SCC have been given express access to the kingdom they were once rebelling against, and now have happily chosen to be the advisors to Spamton, who sees the three as his own sons, calling them his 3-for-1-special. The original inhabitants of Pandora palace are not happy however, and have dubbed themselves “the fashion police” and are in a protracted war against Spamton’s drab taste.)

Spamton <> Queen (Spamton is now the Grand CEO of Retro Metropolis, he is completely unhinged and wants to turn the light world into the biggest shopping mall known to man. Queen on the other hand is an alcoholic mess that sits around a surprisingly clean throne all day, drowning her sorrows away, longing for the days when she had loyal peons.)

The Man <> The Knight (The mysterious benefactor in charge of opening all the fountains is known only as “The Man”, while in direct opposition is “The Knight” a being who seeks to bring the world back into its natural order.)

[antoine-roquentin]

obliquely, this is in reference to how formerly working class bastions in the midwest that used to elect socialists now elect republicans. if we all gave up the theory that LGBT people are normal, we might once again go back to the days where we elected socialists across the country. thomas frank, what’s the matter with kansas:

But its periodic bouts of leftism were what really branded Kansas with the mark of the freak. Every part of the country in the nineteenth century had labor upheavals and protosocialist reform movements, of course. In Kansas, though, the radicals kept coming out on top. It was as though the blank landscape prompted dreams of a blank-slate society, a place where institutions might be remade as the human mind saw fit. Maps of the state from the 1880s show a hamlet (since vanished) called Radical City; in nearby Crawford County the town of Girard was home to the Appeal to Reason, a socialist newspaper whose circulation was in the hundreds of thousands. In that same town, in 1908, Eugene Debs gave a fiery speech accepting the Socialist Party’s nomination for president; in 1912 Debs actually carried Crawford County, one of four he won nationwide. (All were in the Midwest.) In 1910 Theodore Roosevelt signaled his own lurch to the left by traveling to Kansas and giving an inflammatory address in Osawatomie, the onetime home of John Brown.

The most famous freak-out of them all was Populism, the first of the great American leftist movements.* Populism tore through other states as well—wailing all across Texas, the South, and the West in the 1890s—but Kansas was the place that really distinguished itself by its enthusiasm. Driven to the brink of ruin by years of bad prices, debt, and deflation, the state’s farmers came together in huge meetings where homegrown troublemakers like Mary Elizabeth Lease exhorted them to “raise less corn and more hell.” The radicalized farmers marched through the small towns in day-long parades, raging against what they called the “money power.” And despite all the clamor, they still managed to take the state’s traditional Republican masters utterly by surprise in 1890, sweeping the small-town slickers out of office and ending the careers of many a career politician. In the decade that followed they elected Populist governors, Populist senators, Populist congressmen, Populist supreme court justices, Populistcity councils, and probably Populist dogcatchers, too; men of strong ideas, curious nicknames, and a colorful patois....

For a generation, Kansas has been the testing-ground for every experiment in morals, politics, and social life. Doubt of all existing institutions has been respectable. Nothing has been venerable or revered merely because it exists or has endured. Prohibition, female suffrage, fiat money, free silver, every incoherent and fantastic dream of social improvement and reform, every economic delusion that has bewildered the foggy brains of fanatics, every political fallacy nurtured by misfortune, poverty and failure, rejected elsewhere, has here found tolerance and advocacy.

Today the two myths are one. Kansas may be the land of averageness, but it is a freaky, militant, outraged averageness. Kansas today is a burned-over district of conservatism where the backlash propaganda has woven itself into the fabric of everyday life. People in suburban Kansas City vituperate against the sinful cosmopolitan elite of New York and Washington, D.C.; people in rural Kansas vituperate against the sinful cosmopolitan elite of Topeka and suburban Kansas City. Survivalist supply shops sprout in neighborhood strip-malls. People send Christmas cards urging their friends to look on the bright side of Islamic terrorism, since the Rapture is now clearly at hand.

Under the state’s simple blue flag are gathered today some of the most flamboyant cranks, conspiracists, and calamity howlers the Republic has ever seen. The Kansas school board draws the guffaws of the world for purging state science standards of references to evolution. Cities large and small across the state still hold out against water fluoridation, while one tiny hamlet takes the additional step of requiring firearms in every home. A prominent female politician expresses public doubts about the wisdom of women’s suffrage, while another pol proposes that the state sell off the Kansas Turnpike in order to solve its budget crisis. Impoverished inhabitants of the state’s most scenic area fight with fanatical determination to prevent a national park from opening up in their neighborhood, while the rails-to-trails program, regarded everywhere else in the union as a harmless scheme for family fun, is reviled in Kansas as an infernal design on the rights of property owners. Operation Rescue selects Wichita as the stage for its great offensive against abortion, calling down thirty thousand testifying fundamentalists on the city, witnessing and blocking traffic and chaining themselves to fences. A preacher from Topeka travels the nation advising Americans to love God’s holy hate, showing up wherever a gay person has been in the news to announce that “God Hates Fags.” Survivalists and secessionists dream of backyard confederacies out on the lone prairie; schismatic Catholics declare the pope himself to be insufficiently Catholic; Posses Comitatus hold imaginary legal proceedings, sternly prosecuting state officials for participating in actual legal proceedings; and homegrown terrorists swap conspiracy theories at a house in Dickinson County before screaming off to strike a blow against big government in Oklahoma City.

the problem with this simple story is that social liberalism actually grew in lockstep with an economic policy tailored to the poor. in the 70s, the most common place to get gender reassignment surgery was at a catholic hospital in small town colorado. in 2010, in response to deep opposition in the town, the practice was forced to move to california. the second most common place was at a baptist hospital in oklahoma city, where such surgery was viewed as routine until a number of religious leaders decided to oppose it in the 70s. at the same time, many other religious leaders spoke out in favour of the surgery, saying that it comported well with religious tenets.

likewise, colorado legalized abortion in 1967, as did states like kansas, missouri, georgia, and north and south carolina prior to roe v wade. today, these states are considered anti-abortion and anti-lgbt hotspots, yet prior to the late 70s, compassion for such people was viewed as paramount in the life of america’s christians. so what happened? it clearly wasn’t an emphasis on the social aspects of poor american lives that shifted the political arena in favour of religious conservatism. rather, as thomas frank points out in the same book:

Nobody mows their own lawn in Mission Hills anymore, and only a foot soldier in its armies of gardeners would park a Pontiac there. The doctors who lived near us in the seventies have pretty much been gentrified out, their places taken by the bankers and brokers and CEOs who have lapped them repeatedly on the racetrack of status and income. Every time I paid Mission Hills a visit during the nineties, it seemed another of the more modest houses in our neighborhood had been torn down and replaced by a much larger edifice, a three-story stone chateau, say, bristling with turrets and porches and dormers and gazebos and a three-car garage. The dark old palaces from the twenties sprouted spiffy new slate roofs, immaculately tailored gardens, remote-controlled driveway gates, and sometimes entire new wings. One grand old pile down the street from us was fitted with shiny new gutters made entirely of copper. A new house a few doors down from Esrey’s spread is so large it has two multicar garages, one at either end.

These changes are of course not unique to Mission Hills. What has gone on there is normal in its freakishness. You can observe the same changes in Shaker Heights or La Jolla or Winnetka or Ann Coulter’s hometown of New Canaan, Connecticut. They reflect the simplest and hardest of economic realities: The fortunes of Mission Hills rise and fall in inverse relation to the fortunes of ordinary working people. When workers are powerful, taxes are high, and labor is expensive (as was the case from World War II until the late seventies), the houses built here are smaller, the cars domestic, the servants rare, and the overgrown look fashionable in gardening circles. People read novels about eccentric English aristocrats trapped in a democratic age, sighing sadly for their lost world.

When workers are weak, taxes are down, and labor is cheap (as in the twenties and again today), Mission Hills coats itself in shimmering raiments of gold and green. Now the stock returns are plush, the bonus packages fat, the servants affordable, and the suburb finds that the princely life isn’t dead after all. It builds new additions and new fountains and new Italianate porches overlooking Olympic-sized flower gardens maintained by shifts of laborers. People read books about the glory of empire. The kids get Porsches or SUVs when they turn sixteen; the houses with asphalt roofs discreetly disappear; the wings that were closed off are triumphantly reopened, and all is restored to its former grandeur. Times may be hard where you live, but here events have yielded a heaven on earth, a pleasure colony out of the paintings of Maxfield Parrish.

america's workers and small farmers were saved by the reforms of the 1930s, as frank explains, then crushed as the wealthy found out how to squirrel away their taxes (in part thanks to the collapse of the british empire), accumulate wealth away from prying eyes, lobby the government for preferential treatment, and between 1976 and 2000, triumph completely in the political domain. mission hill donates more money to politicians than the rest of kansas combined. unions are swamped in state politics, and see declining fortunes. as a result, neoliberal social atomization takes effect, which sees even workers demanding beggar-thy-neighbour policies. and when thy neighbour is socially distinct from you, it becomes easier to justify voting for such politics based on a survival instinct. the majority of the working class tuned out and do not vote any more. among the rest, low skilled working class jobs in highly stratified and inequitable cities vote democrat, hoping for some patronage from the white collar creative class voters they serve, while blue collar skilled workers tend to vote republican, devoid of any examples of class politics in their lives with the death of unions and hoping to keep their share of wages against their only opposition, the tax man.

ultimately, any socially liberal politics sustained by donations from rich big city donors is unsustainable. on the other hand, the notion that “woke” politics is holding back leftism is, save for a few clearly absurd situations (robin diangelo, for instance) also wrong. economic leftism leads to social leftism, because respect to the working class leads to respect for its identities. neoliberal atomization is a much deeper force than can be surmounted at the ballot box, even in a primary, but it is always an economic force first and foremost.

[unscheduledstop]

POKEMON TEAM: UNOVA.

ingo’s primary team on the battle train, shared with his brother -- but in the legal sense of things, these six are ingo’s pokemon.

CANDELA (CHANDELURE) : ingo’s starter, his longest owned pokemon, and his beloved partner. he met her when she was but a shy litwick, and now she has grown through time and experience into a brilliantly shining chandelure. that being said, she’s the chandelier-shaped embodiment of anxiety and tends to mimic ingo’s personality and quirks. she is LOUD and BRIGHT and she’ll do his poses with him.

TENNY (KLINKLANG) : one of their truly shared pokemon, tenny’s full name is the station number where they were found, which both brothers have since shortened to ‘tenny.’ they are a mischievous little set of gears and have a tendency to patrol the stations looking for troublemakers that they alert to rulebreaking by giving off the most ear-piercing screeching noise.

MAXIM (HAXORUS) : a gift from the twins’ uncle drayden, the egg was their first chance at the idea of raising a pokemon from hatching. the axew was trained by them both and is shared between them, though he prefers ingo’s partnership just that little bit more. he and emmet’s eelektross do not get along at all.

BASTION (EXCADRILL) : an old friend of ingo’s, following from anville town and eventually becoming a partner pokemon of his. he far prefers ingo’s company to emmet’s, but he works happily with either twin. he often helps with maintaining the trains until they can get to anville town to proper repairs.

GENEVIEVE (GARBODOR) : one of ingo’s favorites and the one he calls ‘his sweet girl’, genevieve acts like an old fashioned regency woman despite her size and strength. she has a particularly fussy appetite and will huff and puff until she’s taken care of properly.

TIRAMISU (CRUSTLE) : the newest of the team, tiramisu was named in a contest to boost the popularity of the battle train -- the winner of which was a young girl who insisted the stone carried by the bug-type resembled the treat. the naming of the pokemon corresponded along with a release of a treat at the amusement park at the same time. this is another one who travels between the two teams and may be with either brother at any time.

[sorcererinthestars]

Captain of the Stars

A lot of this I had already written and grabbed off of old posts, but the old ones are obviously tainted. I wanted to go back to this au and think about it some more, so here’s an up-to-date, enhanced, edited version of my Firefly AU for you guys to check out: - Captain: Geoff. He’s been in the stars since he was a boy. The normal success story- a kid from some nowhere farming planet applies for the Interplanetary Federation and gets his own ship at the age of 22. Problem is? He’s a bit of a troublemaker… which ends up with him deserting the Federation armed only with a ship and dreams of fame and fortune. Ready to get that fame and fortune however he can - even if it means punching some holes into some nasties. - First Mate/Pilot: Jack. Every ship needs a Pilot, someone who can maneuver and dive like the best of them. And Jack is, without a doubt, that man. He handles their ship like one would handle the prettiest person or the most breakable piece of art and in exchange, she dances for him. Originally a shopkeep in a backwater port down on a nowhere moon, Jack had books that charted the stars and a small light-hopper in his backyard on which he learned to fly better than the best of them. Unfortunately, he’s near-signed. While it doesn’t change his ability to fly, it stopped any dreams of getting a legitimate job with the Federation. His dreams of reaching the stars seem impossible... until a wild-eyed man with tattoos and dreams of glory gets deep in his cups and offers a chance at greatness... 

- Systems Maintenance/Negotiator: Gavin. Born of high-ranking Federalist parents on Oasis-6, one of the most fervently loyal Federation planets, no one expected a white-collar boy like Gav to take to the stars. Chafing under their restrictive authority, Gavin was found more often on the streets, getting involved in stupid schemes and getting knocked around. To prevent this, his parents, owners of half the fucking galaxy, would lock him down to save their reputation. He spent this time studying books and gilding his tongue. When he gets the chance to run away to the stars, he doesn’t hesitate. A savant for technology and one of the most silver tongued criminals in this side of the galaxy, he’s a wild card and a gift.

- Gunnery: Michael. Michael is from a mining planet far out on the edges of the galaxy. A nothing planet that’s almost forgotten, Jack and Geoff pit stop there for one thing - a new bounty to collect. This is the bastion of gangs; the shithole on the edge of the government’s boundaries. There, they nearly get tackled by a ragged boy with sharp teeth and an angry voice who is running from some high-ranking gang members. When fists start flying, the two stand up for Michael and kill the opponents. Grateful - and now with nowhere to go - Michael leaps at the chance to go with them. He’s their gunner-man  - anything that shoots is his territory. Cannons, laser pistols, regular guns, explosives - they’re his children and he handles them with more care than he would a child.

- Engineer: Jeremy. After a severe firefight, the Achieve [their beloved ship] limps down into a space-station not far from Earth that Was. They’re directed to the best damn shipbuilder on this hunk of iron animated with artificial gravity, but they’re given a warning: the man is drunk more often than not. Not surprisingly, they discover an older man off his rocker with drink, but his buff apprentice is fully sober and extremely talented at fixing ships. Jeremy is all thick accent and bluster, but they find out he’s a kid with a bad past that was working to try to get a jump out of this shithole space-station. They desperately need someone on hand to fix their ship, so Jeremy is offered a job. It’s not long before him, Michael, and Gavin are thick as ... well, thieves.

- Companion: Fiona. Don’t you dare call Fiona a whore, because she’ll both cut you physically and cut you from the list of clients for good. She has a profitable network of high ranking women that she provides companionship for and through this, she comes back with secrets and money that help enhance the Achieves’ deals. With the companion’s knowledge of seduction and manipulation, she also has a vicious penchant for knives and can kill anyone before they even realize they’re in danger. Just don’t try to ask her for services when she’s not on the job.

- Medic: Matt. -  It quickly is obvious that Jack’s basic medical knowledge isn’t going to cover what they need. At a pitstop on a city-planet deeper inside the Federation, Geoff comes back with their new doctor... a boy looking like he couldn’t even be out of med school. Everyone is skeptical, but Matt is extremely talented. The best part about him is that he has tangible experience in many different areas but doesn’t ask questions. He can close a bullet hole, keep people alive when they’re bleeding out, heal a burn, or stitch a laceration. Because of this, they forgive his vices (eating, laziness, etc.) He’s not bad with a gun either, when push comes to shove. They’re lucky to have him, honestly. 

- Information/Secrets/Navigation: The Twins Trevor and Alfredo. The info-gathering racket the Twins had before they fled to the Achieve was the likes in which the original crew on the Achieve had never hoped to touch. They use the Achieve as a home base for their own profitable business as the ship is a safe place for two runaways from the Feds. When they’re on board, they’re extreme help with the nav systems, with info on big scores, etc. They know they need to continue providing incentive for Geoff to let them stow away, and so their secrets are bigger every time they return from an info-gathering mission. They’re also extremely grateful to the crew of the Achieve for keeping Alfredo alive after almost dying during one of their many escapes. That sort of blood debt isn’t solved easily. Plus, the Twins like it there. The Achieve is their home and the crew is their family, forever and always. Hack-offs and death missions and all. 

- Wildcard: Lindsay - The thing with a chaos goddess is that no one can hold her down. Despite the fact that she loves her home on the Achieve, she doesn’t always stay there. She’s welcome a bunk and a home whenever she wants it (and she takes that a lot), but she also has a life outside of the Achieve too. She tends to take her shuttle down on offworld planets, working deals and enterprises that allowed her to stay alive in this crazy universe for so long. She has connections that branch far, far beyond their little crew… people in a mysterious gang called RWBY (no one knows what the letters stand for and frankly, everyone’s too afraid to ask), a quiet assassin named Meg who, like a siren, kills every man she seduces, etc. Lindsay knows how and where to find them and is always around to help or cause mischief when she’s on board. The whole crew loves her, even if they treat her with a sort of wary respect.

Their ship? The Achieve. An older model, but she flies better than anything in the skies. Sleek and upgraded, she’s a general army-grade ship with modifications to make it more of a home. Everyone has a bunk, there’s a common room and a kitchen, and the control room is home to anyone with curiosity. Their mission? To smuggle and fight their way to millions, taking odd jobs and illegal enterprises to make fortunes and to just keep flying. They’re free and they have each other and in the end, that’s all they really need.

[simpingforthisonedeer]

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Chapter 15 of Demons Run is posted!!! 

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Coming up:

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Last Updated: June 25th, 2023

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I am Anshi and I am a writer, artist and most prominently, a nerd! I am currently in college majoring in Aerospace and Data Engineering and minor in Physics. But I am a scholar of all subjects both STEM and non-STEM and if I had a choice, I would learn everything about everything!

I am a big Julius simp from Black Clover but I honestly love every character in Black Clover.

I am currently taking classes in Supply Chain Management and Marketing, rereading "Noli Me Tangere," working on "Demons Run" and "Planting Camellias," playing logic puzzles and Splatoon 2(yes 2 not 3😭) and eagerly waiting for the Black Clover Movie and Tears Of the Kingdom.

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[sereina-archive]

roseli berry —— do any of your muse’s pokémon hold particularly deep bonds with another teammate? if so, what kind of bonds? which pokémon?

POKÉMON BERRY HEADCANONS | accepting!

Oh yes definitely. Serena's main team that she traveled through Kalos with are all very close. They've all spent so much time together, and been through traumatic events together, so they've naturally bonded super deep with one another. It's to the point where they can work together flawlessly in double battle situations, not even needing to communicate. They all innately know what one another is thinking and what they will do.

Everyone on Serena's main team was also close with Olympe. She was pretty much like the team 'mom', giving them advice on things and helping them train to get stronger. Joyeuse especially had a deep, health rivalry, and Olympe was the reason she pushed to grow so strong. Her death utterly crushed the team, and I've written a headcanon on that before.

Beyond that, her team has made some close bonds with other pokemon she's taken in. Like Snack and Bastion both bond over their love for gardening (and food), Calista and Joyeuse are the perceptive pokemon who know Way Too Much and talk about everything. Sunflower and Rose are the troublemakers, and Sunflower also has a healthy rivalry with Joyeuse (similar to what Joyeuse and Olympe had). Hyperion and Merlin have a lot of banter together when it comes to chess games and have bonded over their games. Loire and Rose have bonded, as Loire can sense when bad storms are coming and warn Rose ahead of time.

They all have little things they connect to each other with, and none of her pokemon have ever really hated one another or disliked one another at any point. They've gotten along considerably well, and their bonds with only deepen over time.

[somniumoflight]

Crossover Idea #7 – Hollow Knight and Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Tsuna is pseudo-adopted by the Grimm Troupe

Okay so like, hear me out here. Tsuna and the Grimmchild. Tell me them being buddies and getting into shenanigans wouldn’t be cute, I dare you.

In all seriousness, though, there’s more to the idea than that.

So, what I’m thinking in terms of backstory here for this world is as follows – a long time ago, the world was more or less as we see in Hollow Knight, with great big wastelands between kingdoms that stripped travelers of their memories (and also of their minds, as per one of my headcanons) and gods maintaining the kingdoms that served as bastions from the Wastes.  Despite being basically an apocalyptic wasteland with the occasional oasis for people to live in, the world wasn’t actually dying.  Kingdoms, yes, but not the world itself, and it could have lasted for a long time so long as there were gods around.  However, this is where Kawahira’s people came in – their people were dying due to having no gods to maintain their kingdoms properly, and in an effort to save themselves they created the Tri-Ni-Sette as a replacement.  Thing is, it worked a little too well, and its effects actually covered the entire world.  While this meant that mortal life could flourish, the actual gods began to slip into obscurity – they’re still around, but far less important and powerful, and no longer necessary for maintaining life.

Now, fast-forward about 30,000 years.  Humanity has flourished and taken over most of the known world, though there’s still a small continent unexplored due to several bug gods banding together and creating treacherous storms in order to protect their kingdoms from being colonized.  The Tri-Ni-Sette is deteriorating, threatening the reappearance of the Wastelands, thus the need for the Arcobaleno.  However, most humans aren’t aware of this, save for the Arcobaleno themselves, and so they live in peaceful bliss.  However, the remaining bugs are all too aware of the Tri-Nii-Sette’s deterioration eventually bringing back the Wastelands, and their remaining gods have banded together to prepare.  Amongst one of these gods is Grimm, the Nightmare King and Master of the Grimm Troupe, who is one of the only gods (save for the Radiance and the Vessels, yes they exist too) who risks traveling through dreams to human continents.  He and his troupe travel from place to place, hidden as an eccentric and spooky human circus instead of the bugs they really are, drifting from town to town to gather Essence in preparation for the return of the Wastelands.

It’s during one of these trips overseas that they end up in Namimori, maybe two years after Tsuna’s Flames are sealed by Nonno and Idiotsu (Iemitsu).  The little Sky accidentally stumbles across their tents while trying to escape from his bullies, and though he is at first frightened by them (to be fair the Troupe IS pretty spooky and they throw fire around) they’re also a hell of a lot nicer to him than humans are and he’s quick to warm up to him.  The reverse is also true, and so while the troupe eventually leaves town, as they must do, they promise to visit again and the latest Grimmchild is left in Tsuna’s care both as a friend and to continue gathering Essence from Namimori.

Combining the Grimmchild, who is literally a fireball-spitting baby, with the sheer number of shenanigans that go on in KHR canon quickly sends canon tumbling off-track at break-neck speeds, while creating new shenanigans for Tsuna to deal with at a much younger age.

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The Grimm Troupe isn’t just made up of Grimm, the Grimmkin, Brumm and Divine – there are several Vessels in the Troupe as well who decided to come along with him and be part of the troupe (because even in a world where all bug gods are united under one goal, the Pale King is still a terrible father.) Amongst them is Ghost and “Pure,” aka baby Hollow Knight that was never actually used to seal the Radiance and is thus more or less fine, because the Vessels deserve good lives damn it.

The Vessels Do Not Understand People for the most part – emotions are hard for them.  They all like Tsuna though, and basically adopt him as another Sibling along with  Grimmsmol.

The Grimm Troupe knows about Tsuna’s Seal immediately upon meeting him thanks to nightmare-god-voodoo tricks, basically.  However, the lack of Flames doesn’t bother them, because unlike humans, who all have at least dormant Flames, Bugs don’t naturally have Dying Will Flames.  

This whole “all humans have Flames” thing is the source of Tsuna’s abuse by Namimori post-Sealing, though – he feels “empty” to them and instinctively they all hate that.  So Grimm, being a literal god albeit a weakened one, uses his own nightmare flames to start burning the Seal away a little bit at a time.  They’re just similar enough to Sky Flames that he can sort of get away with it without causing permanent damage so long as he’s careful, but due to the nature of his own fire Tsuna’s get a little… eldritch when he’s finally able to use them again.

Eldritch as in his Flames can now burn Essence and are made stronger every time they do so, and they feel really weird to normal Flame-Actives.  And may or may not cause nightmares in people they’re not compatible with.  It doesn’t help with human people in Naminori not liking him anymore, but hey, at least now the bullies leave him alone!

Tsuna, being an impressionable kid, starts emulating the Troupe after they’ve helped him.  He may or may not wear all red and black, and try to take dancing lessons after school.  He also may or may not be given a Grimm Troupe mask at some point and it sort of becomes his security blanket even when he’s not wearing it.

The Grimmchild is a grade A Accidental Troublemaker.  They’re old enough to be able to spit fire, but not old enough to know how to control it properly, so they catch a lot of things on fire when excited, or mad, or just in general, and usually by accident.  It happens so often that spontaneous combustion around town barely makes anyone bat an eye after a few years.

They start doing it on purpose as they get older though, mostly because some of Tsuna’s bullies can’t take a hint and need to be scared off sometimes until they smarten up finally and leave him alone.

Grimmsmol may or may not accidentally smack into babby Hibari while flying one night and catch the carnivore’s attention as a “baby carnivore.”  Hibari ends up actually helping gather Essence with Tsuna and Spooky Junior early on, which leads to him both going Active due to a particularly nasty restless ghost (which is where they get Essence from in the first place) and him ending up with a little bit of nightmare in his Flames as well… not that he needs them much, haha.

Something similar may or may not end up happening with Chrome (and later Mukuro, who escapes the Vindice earlier than canon to go to Namimori at Chrome’s suggestion), Takeshi, and also Ryohei (he thinks the little hellbat baby is EXTREME, enough said.)  Basically all Tsuna’s Elements end up with the nightmare flames thing going on to a degree.

The first time Tsuna’s new friends meet Grimm, they all basically decide we want to be like you. Yes, even Hibari, though he’s more focused on the whole super-powerful fireball-throwing “carnivore” thing than the oh my god you’re so cool/extreme sentiments the rest of them have.

Grimm ends up teaching them all how to “dance,” aka they all end up acrobatic fire-throwing fighter, though they each end up developing their own “dancing” style at his insistence.

The little differences all start stacking up until by the time Reborn arrives in Namimori, Tsuna’s Seal is already broken, he has four out of six element bonds, their flames are all slightly infused with nightmares due to proximity to Grimm Jr. and the Troupe, all five of them are already budding badasses due to Grimm’s lessons and them practicing when he’s not in town, and all of them are slightly creepy to everyone not in their circle.

Funnily enough, this Tsuna isn’t so reluctant about being a Mafia Boss, and Reborn is a lot more reluctant to teach the kid.  Tsuna figures that being a Mafia Boss would let him help the Troupe gather Essence more easily, since he’d have a lot more power and would know more about where all the gruesome deaths that create the Ghosts that create Essence in the first place would be.  Reborn, on the other hand, is unnerved by Tsuna and Co’s weird Flames and their eagerness to become Mafioso, and their calmness when confronted with death, which isn’t normal for civilians.  Hibari he can understand, he’s Fon’s nephew and technically already part of the underworld, but the rest of them? He’s actually pretty sure he’s accidentally discovered actual demons in disguise, which is pretty funny actually since he’s technically still more dangerous than all of them.

Reborn does end up in the Tsuna and Co. bandwagon eventually though, because once he knows the full reasons why they wanna be in the Mafia, and he sees the sheer chaos potential of the group (Grimmchild included), he’s all for training these little demons.  (And all for meeting Grimm because hey, actual god that can burn away Flame Seals without having Flames – maybe he has some insight into how to break the Arcobaleno curse?)

Bonus: Hayato is thrilled when he ends up being called in, not just because he has a chance to fulfill his dream but also because his future Boss is literally friends with a baby UMA and the baby UMA’s parents and family.  That and the Grimmchild really doesn’t like Bianca and is perfectly willing to try to catch her on fire when she’s nearby.

Good god that’s a lot of text.  Uh, whoops?

[cornholio4]

Mal & Sora

Author’s note: AU to the Descendants movies. I am basically taking Mal and putting her in the Kingdom Hearts universe.

Mal was the teenage daughter of Maleficent and Hades, raised by her mother to be her heir for the title of the Mistress of All Evil. She was the result of a fling between her parents when her mother was starting to lay the groundwork for her plans to engulf all worlds into darkness and to find Kingdom Hearts to reshape the universe in her image.

Things had ended badly for their relationship and so after she was born; her parents acted more like unwilling co-workers to eachother than exes. She was born Maleficent Jr but her mother didn't think she was evil or powerful enough to deserve to go by her full name yet.

She was raised by her mother to be as bad as possible; but after her infancy it was mostly her main henchman Pete raising her while she worked on her plans to engulf all the worlds. She was not allowed to help and was encouraged to stay as far away from the plans and her associates as possible.

She knew that her mother didn't trust her to be able to pull off any tasks that she was given. She always hated not being good enough for her mother but did her best not to visibly or verbally show it, any form of weakness shown by her would not be tolerated by her mother and would be punished.

In Hollow Bastion she stayed away from her mother and her little council of allies as they hatched their schemes, she saw her mother bring in a boy called Riku who she was manipulating into being her servant. She spied on their interactions and Maleficent had said he was like a son to her.

It was all false but Mal did her best to hide tears; the false affection shown to Riku was more affection than she had ever been given.

She was in her room but found the door being opened and saw the new Key Bearer, a boy her age called Sora. Of course he didn't have his Keyblade at this point as the Riku boy had taken it from him. They were both startled and Sora apologised and introduced himself to Mal.

"I'm Mal, Maleficent's daughter." Mal introduced feeling like she didn't want to put any effort into hiding who she was. Sora was surprised but looked at how sad Mal seemed to be with her demeanour.

He asked if she was okay and Mal was startled when she saw that Sora seemed genuine in his concern. She told him that she was fine and decided that she wanted to do something that could threaten her mother's plan, even if how small.

Nothing she ever did was good enough for her so why bother try to help her, she could easily have the boy restrained right now but she doubted even that could earn her any actual praise.

She then told Sora the best directions of the castle to get to her mother and the Riku boy.

Sora gave her a smile and thanked her before going off with Mal surprised he accepted it so very easily. Not even a brief questioning of why he should trust her or thinking she was leading him into a trap. Either he was an idiot or stupidly naive. Probably a goody good who wanted to see the best in everyone.

It seemed charming to her.

Sora ended up getting his Keyblade back and locked Kingdom Hearts, after slaying her mother in dragon form. Mal tried to be more upset about this than she actually was. She tried not to feel relief but knew her mother could return. When Mal was a toddler, her mother had been killed before; by the teamwork of another Key bearer called Aqua and a prince called Phillip. However she had returned after that.

She once found her mother explaining to a servant that she had become so powerful that she could always return after death for as long as people are able to remember her. It always seemed like it would happen because she had definitely built up a reputation as the Mistress of All Evil.

After the worlds returned to normal and Hollow Bastion turned into the Radiant Garden, she settled a new life there. Thanks to the teachings of her mother, she could not help but try to be as bad as she could.

However it just amounted to mischievous pranks and being a little bit off a troublemaker and the people didn't seem to mind too much; okay they would glare at her at her antics but she was viewed as just a prankster than just rotten to the core.

It didn't bother her as much as it had before because she managed to build a new life there. One day she found Sora coming back there with his Keyblade on a new adventure going against a group calling themselves Organisation XIII.

"Wonder how many of them they are?" Mal had snarked upon hearing the name.

Sora spent some time with her apologising about what he had done to her mother but Mal said it was fine. Mal admitted she was taken aback by how cheerful Sora was and how he didn't hold her mother's crimes against her. It seemed her suspicions of him being a goody good were spot on.

While she thought his attitude and demeanour was silly, she found it charmingly silly. After spending most of her life around evil people she found it nice to be around good and nice people. She found Sora's company to be great and how she finally had a real friend.

After some time where he visited even after beating the Organisation, she began thinking of Sora as more of a friend. Once she had thought about her feelings she decided that she didn't want Sora as a friend who was a boy but as a boyfriend.

One thing she had in common with her mother was that they were proactive in going after what they wanted.

She decided she would start flirting with him, of course with how much of a clueless person he could be she would have to wait a while before he would get the hint that she was flirting with her. If she runs out of patience with his denseness she could try just flat out admitting she likes him and asks him out.

She knew her mother would not be happy with her but what else was new?

[eldunea]

hear me out: lotor sincline as muggle studies professor and head of slytherin house.

would happen probably in his late 20s/early 30s after he designs the sincline mech and gets the wizarding space program up and running. at that point he’d probably hand off official control of his project to his mother honerva (though he’d still have some influence over it) and start focusing some of his energy on his decolonization project where he wants to bring back POC customs of wizards and muggles living side-by-side. to achieve this end. his aim as muggle studies professor is to get students used to the idea that wizards and muggles can and should coexist peacefully.

he has four main focuses in teaching his course: customs, history, philosophy and science. he tends to focus more on the last three than the first because those are more within his realm of knowledge. he also has more of an international focus rather than simply a european one when talking about history, philosophy and science--he could go on forever about how indigenous mesoamericans domesticated and bred 3,000 varieties of plants, or about the intricacies of lao tzu’s tao te ching, or about the hidden role of claudette colvin in america’s civil rights movement. and if there’s one thing that he nerds out about more than pre-contact histories of his parents’ peoples, it’s muggle jewish inventors. 

he has a special unit that he teaches to third years about 20th century atrocities and totalitarianism. he spends literally the entire second semester of third year talking about why dictatorships form, the tactics of corrupt leadership in controlling peoples’ lives, and how it’s every citizen’s duty to prevent this shit from happening again. he drives the message home by doing a comparative study of the rise of voldemort and the rise of hitler, and talking about how muggles’ racial biases toward POC have always influenced how wizards felt as well. one of the underlying themes of this unit is that wizards are more influenced by currents of muggle society than many would want to admit, and that’s why muggle studies is important.

one of his biggest messages as a professor other than the fact that wizards and muggles can live peacefully with each other is that muggles are the real wizards. literally when he starts class with third years he starts off with “wizards are fucking useless, i have the stats to prove it, we’ve technologically stagnated since the 1900s and we have the lowest proportion of inventors and scientists of any people in the world. muggles discovered the inner workings of nature through the likes of newton and einstein and hawking, and meanwhile in our corner we have bartholomew briggleby still pooping in the backyard and vanishing it like a dog because he’s never heard of a toilet.” he is vociferous about the notion that wizards are technologically lazy and complacent and it is imperative that the next generation starts being more like him and going out and inventing.

his domesticated foxes kugel and brisket have free run of the hogwarts grounds and all the students love them. occasionally a third fox--lotor himself--shows up with them. students, not knowing that it’s one of their teachers, have affectionately named it “blintzes.”

he’d also teach alchemy to the 6th and 7th years if there’s sufficient interest. the workload in the years where he has to do that is hellish but he pulls it off.

and some separate headcanons about lotor as head of slytherin house because HO BOY he’s about to start a revolution up in this bitch

he’s the first POC head of slytherin as well as its first jewish head. he goes to the chamber of secrets and takes a picture of himself leaning against the giant head of his house’s founder and writes a giant magical blogging post about how slytherin was antisemitic, how he said “jewish blood is just as dirty as muggle blood,” how he wanted to use the basilisk to purge the school of jewish students as well as muggle-born ones and how lotor literally became head of slytherin house out of PURE SPITE. he just.

“this isn’t your house anymore. it belongs to the people who live in it. it belongs to the ambition of the muggle-born who wants to show he’s just as good as any pureblood, or the romani child who wants to be the first in her family to graduate hogwarts. the cunning of the abuse survivor who has done everything in their power to survive. the leadership that young indigenous activists show when we fight to save the planet from the point of no return. the fraternity found in solidarity between jews, christians and muslims. I REFUSE to let hogwarts be a place where one house remains a bastion for prejudiced slander and hate, because if one house isn’t safe for the marginalized, the whole school isn’t safe either.”

half of his house hates him for that. if it’s not the conservative snob students calling for his removal, it’s their parents who most likely silently supported the death eaters while voldemort’s campaign was raging. but many of them learn very quickly not to mess with him for a reason stated below.

with all this feel-good talk, he seems more of a gryffindor or a hufflepuff. but to those students who break the rules or who try to make his life hell on the basis of his identity, he has steady reminders of how much of a slytherin he actually is. students who try to undermine him or others in sneaky ways are surprised to learn that he’s twice the filthy piece of shit that they all hope to be; no matter how clever they think they are he’s at least ten steps ahead, and it drives the lesson home when he manages to beat them at their own games. he sends the students off to detention with a smirk on his face, telling them “you can’t outfox a fox.” most of the time he takes absolutely no shit from troublemakers and isn’t afraid to teach them lessons the hard way. but if someone is looking to go after a known bully or something along those lines…he might look the other way.

he’s also damn good at keeping people in his house from going down the wrong path. he’s seen both sides of the coin--having been abused by white supremacists all his life and then experimenting with dark magic to get back at his abusers--so he knows real trouble when he sees it and he always puts a stop to it. 

this is where his persuasion comes in: he knows those kids won’t listen if he appeals to conventional morality, because he sure as hell didn’t listen either. so he appeals to their value systems instead. like if he catches someone with a hand of glory stealing stuff from other students who wants to be a master thief, he won’t blather on about why stealing is wrong, he’ll say “wow, i didn’t know your biggest dream in life was to be a petty felon. you’re a slytherin. where’s your ambition? don’t you want to be more than that?” or if someone wants to hurt someone via dark magic to achieve their ends, he’s like “well that’s not very clever of you. aren’t you smart enough to think of another way to get what you want?” of course, he always makes sure to walk them through the ethics of it later, but he knows he has to appeal to their self-interest, their ego and their childish still-developing emotions in order to hook them in. basically it takes a bastard to know a bastard and lotor is a supreme bastard so he can get inside their heads like nobody else.

one of the things he often has to do as a result of keeping kids out of trouble is confronting blood supremacist and otherwise bigoted parents when he talks their kids out of following their values. it’s fucking exhausting for him having to deal with their bullshit on a yearly basis but every time this happens he tells his students, “arguing is the jewish national sport. i was born for this” and goes right in.

if the parents get real bad, whether through hammering in bigoted ideologies or other forms of child abuse, lotor will straight up invite them to stay in hogwarts year-round. some of the nastier parents have straight up refused to let their kids go to hogwarts anymore and opt to send them to durmstrang, so this is their only option if they want to continue their education in a school that like, doesn’t teach the dark arts. he sometimes lives in the slytherin common room during the summer to keep an eye on the kids that stay there because they can’t go back home in one way or another and he’s more of a parent to them than some of their parents ever were.