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ganondoodle · 9 months ago

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you know, i had a totk thought (uh oh)

soemthign thats really bothering me about the whole "actually, ganondorf didnt like the guy appearing out of nowhere marrying a hylian and just saying yep das our kingdom now and we can mine it barren under your nose and also i got laserbeam pebbles that i totally wont ever use on anyone come join me or die just bc of all of that but mainly bc the guy brought some weird tech with him that he dont like" - thing is that ......... we see almost not a single tech thing in the past (and for that matter see nothing of the oh so perfect and peaceful paradise hyrule was before big evil desert man didnt want to join our paradise- like what is the point about making the whole point of the game be -we need to restore hyrule to this paradise it once was- when you dont even see it or get to care about anything of it)

it might sound like a weird hangup but no really, the most we see is like two servant constructs, thats it, when they 'prepare for war' im pretty sure all you see is some lightly dressed ( ... is it just me or does their whole get up look alot like native american/other indingenous people too ... i still dont know how to feel about that- kinda adjacent to some of the sonau armor, the battery one i think??, also having that look...) hylians with spears, where the heck is all that tech?? is it implied to be all down in the mines hollowing out the underground (for no real reason either bc .... theres only two sonau left and no one else seems to want use nor need the tech otherwise there should have been more traces or soemthing left of it -unless it all just magically appeared out of nowhere in mostly prime condition while all shiekah tech jsut vaporized for bs non reasons just for it to be in tha game but oh dont you see its always been there lmao- so whats the point really????)

or up in the sky as most battle constructs are and they cant get them down in time bc *gestures vaguely*

or is it intentionally kept out of view bc idk seeing an army of robots on raurus side he can send out on a whim might not make him look as oh so good and perfect as they want him to look when he already got laserbeam pebbles (most of which hes been hoarding until ONE falls into hands not under his control) ?? like it just ... feels weird?? so many battle constructs that can even be a threat to link are jsut fully functioning strolling around in the present still, why wouldnt you want to use any of them to battle gan and if they DID why wouldnt you show that (no the 3 second unicorn cutscene doesnt count bc its just .. gan and his monsters isnt it) ?? (also ... why isnt there a big like battle ground , like fine you dont have to animate an army of monsters and robots clashing but... wouldnt it be cool to have you discover a giant flat plain in the underground (that magically got put under ground like gan just decided to stroll down there to get sealed lol) and its the only mostly empty field in the game littered with thousands of monster bones and dead constructs intermingled?? just to give it all a bit of weight?? evidence that it happened?? cool ass discovery????)

(also also i cannot let go of ganondorf apparently being sooooo anti tech but then clamgan uses the shiekah stuff??? shouldnt he also be against that then or is that suddendly fine bc- oh woops sorry, forgot clamgan is actually just something, not connected to gan at all actually, i mean why else would miasma turn into malice only to turn into miasma again haha none of that is connected actually what is a calamity anyway? also im sorry to bring this up again but i just cannot let go of the ppl in the present being so obsessed with using sonau tech in every part of their life now- they just lived through an apocalypse of a barely understood strange tech but CLEARLY this other even less understood strang tech is not dangerous at all lets make CARS OUT OF IT and what theres no danger in miasma and that tech existing at the same time LIKE SOMETHING ELSE BEFORE THAT IDK SEEMS LIKE A BAD COMBO--- oh sorry forgot that ceased to exist in both the world and peoples minds for *gestures vaguely* plot reasons- why why why are monsters mining the sonanium?? they dont even work with the yiga no that is also completely disconnected we dont wanna draw and interesting connections after all- whats the point if it means nothing but to be a loot box for the player-- actually, so much of totk is just a so built around throwing you into a box of toys with no substance to it- listen i know games are kinda like toys but if it doesnt make sense and offers you nothing interesting to think about even slightly whAT IS THE POINT)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #totk #like not to make myself sound like a better writer ............ BUT #in my rewrite rauru does that also to suck the life out of the desert more and more to force the gerudo to be depended on their trade #to both pressure them and force them better into submission #bc of the whole plot point (in my rewrite) that rauru came from the underground with his dying people bc they discovered warnings of old #about the king of a deserts nation becoming a horrible world destryoing monster and so plotting with sonia to get gan secretly sealed #and by doing that rauru seals his own fate (rauru dies and its his stone that gets taken) like the fairytale prophecy thing making people-#-do exactly what leads to it while trying to avoid it #bc gan finds out and plots against it #-ANYWAY #when i see other people talk i need to talk again even if i make little sense

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stevenbasic · 10 months ago

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Growing into the Job, Post 390: Cat n Mouse, p1

He looked like a baby deer, standing there in my bedroom, wide eyed and haha anything but innocent the little gremlin.

“Have you been snooping?” I scolded, watching the power in my voice basically blowing my bra right off his face and make him take a step or two backwards, letting it fall to the floor. I was trying to sound funny, casual, playful but I’d felt my energy building building building all through my workout and tho it was sposed to relax me now haha I was like ready to nnngh blow up. And then seeing him with my bra on his face? Fucking adorable. It made me swell up even more. The poor little man needed my perfumes to keep himself from getting sick - woops! I forgot all about that, how he needs me - and I guess there’d been enough of me in that white underwire I’d worn a couple days ago. So, he’d put it on his face to breathe, just so he could have a hint of my scent. S’okay. Now you get the real thing little boy.

He took a step back, seeing me, his eyes huge and confused.

“M-M-Melissa…oh my g-god…” he stammered, seeming to forget for the moment what I’d just caught him doing. Instead, he was worried about how I looked. “Y-y-you’re huge.”

I love when he stutters like that, trying to speak to me. “Oh, you noticed,” I smiled, stepping now into the bedroom…and watching him take another step back. He bumped into the shelf. A candle toppled over, and he panicked quickly trying to catch it, but it fell to the ground and knocked over one of the pictures of him I’d framed. Clumsy little monkey. I mean, I guess I can’t blame him. After my workouts I tend to bulge up, like a lot. My muscles swell up like crazy, making me look enormous. And as I came closer to him, I felt them all growing bigger still, vibrating, urging me to just reach out and grab him.

And I did.

I reached out my arms, to take him into a hug, but the stinker ducked and got underneath them. He quickly darted to the side, away from me.

“Jay-yyyyyy..?” I sang, turning towards him again, “What are you doinggg?” I sounded crazy like a crazy lady but haha who cares.

“I, uhhh…” he sputtered, looking this way and that. Guhh it was so cute! Suddenly he darted to his right, but I was quicker. I cut him off with a single step. He hesitated, backing away again.

“I’m uh…”

You’re trying to get away from me you little scamp. “C’mere I just want to hold you,” I said, crouching down for to snatch the bra off of the ground that he’d had over his face. I took another step towards him but nnn hahaha he just kept running away. “What is up with uuuu hahahaha? Are u afraiiid of me? Afraid of what you did?”

“I-I ummmm-” he began.

“You were snooping,” I repeated, finishing his answer for him, “You were looking through my stuff and snoopity-snoop-snooping.” At that I lunged towards him but urrrr he snuck under my arms again and scampered towards the door, running out into the hallway.

I turned, bra still in hand, and stepped after him. By the time I got out of the bedroom he was already scooting down the stairs.

“Why are you running away from meeeee..?” I called after him as he hit the bottom floor and disappeared around the corner. I giggled. Of course I could just boom out, use my bossy voice, and make him turn right around. I could make him crawl back up the stairs to me til he got to my size 15s, but where's the fun in that hahaha? Well, that actually does sound fun too haha…but I have a better idea.

I walked to the top of the stairs. “Hide and seek? Is that what you want to play, honey?” I spoke. I made certain he would hear me. My voice, I knew, could carry through the house. In fact it could shatter all the windows, if I wanted. “Cat and mouse?” I continued, as I took my first step down towards the bottom floor. I was still in my workout clothes, this tight white top and black leggings, but my muscles were so pumped up from even just the tiny little weights my mom had downstairs that they were nearly bursting out of my clothes. Maybe I’ll do that, when I catch you, make you watch me burst out of my clothing.

“So, where is little mousy?” I asked, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, “ Big big kitty wants to playyyyy…” In all honesty I felt less like a kitty and more like a giant mama she-lion stalking for dinner, but I was willing to go with it. I glanced down at the table, this narrow thing that my mom kept in the atrium. My eyes narrowed. I’d dropped a bunch of ‘Lean In’ and ‘Movement’ pamphlets here last week, and he’d obviously been looking through them. I could smell him on them.

“I see you found my pamphlets,” I called out to the house, holding back a laugh, “Interesting reading, hm?” I knew I shouldn’t leave these laying around; they're supposed to be for girl-eyes only. Whatever. “And you were looking at that picture of me from the fitness competition? I was big for a twe- …nineteen yr old…” I said, “I’m so much bigger now.”

Come back here and I’ll show you.

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Oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?? I thought to myself, having moments ago ducked behind the couch, my heart racing with the panic of a hunted animal. What do I think I’m doing?? Seeing her like she was, being caught in her bedroom after finding all the things I’d found - those pamphlets, her notes and ravings, my instinctual reaction was ‘get away from this giant crazy lunatic’.

Deep breath. I know I know I know…this was Melissa. My girlfriend. Of all the people I’d ever met she was one of the most sweet and tender. The perfect girlfriend. At times.

But it was more than fair to say she could - at other times - be rather unbalanced, and this was clearly one of them. I could see it in her eyes, as soon as I saw her upstairs. She was manic. She was possessed by this need to get bigger, stronger. She claimed it was to protect me, but why did I suddenly feel so endangered? Why? Was I just confused? She wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? No….no. But I…I needed time to think, to process. What did her having all that propaganda imply, what did all that stuff I found on the shelf mean for us? For me?

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” I heard her tease, giggling. Urk! She was close, walking just on the other side of the couch I was hiding behind. I had to crouch down, shrink down even smaller not to be seen, almost crawling under the couch. I could feel her passing by, and I watched as her long, long legs came into view walking away. Her big thighs bulged through spandex leggings, thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her tapered, heroic torso. The twin planets of her ass rocked back and forth rhythmically swaying as she made her way towards the enclosed indoor pool to look for me. She was carrying the big white bra I’d been breathing from; it dangled from her right hand. Is she using that as bait?

I refused to fall for it. Now was my chance.

Behind her back, just as she was stepping through the sliding doors, I darted away. Trying my best to stay quiet, I scooted towards the kitchen, and through the back hallway. There was a door there that led outside. If I made it outside, maybe I could-

I could what? As I got to the back door, and my hand met the handle, I froze. I was suddenly assaulted. Assaulted by doubt, apprehension and a new wave of nausea.

Ugh. Ugh ugh- I- can’t. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t open the door. Something in my rat brain was stopping me. Somehow I knew, as the taste of bile hit the back of my throat, that things would only get worse out there than they were in here. I had a flash, a mental image, a picture of it. I would be cold, weak and alone, and the reality of it made me shiver. I couldn't do it. I’ve got to think of something else…

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I knew he wasn’t in here. I knew he wouldn’t dare go into the pool area. It was too frightening for him now that he was afraid to go near the water by himself. He might fall in again, drown without me.

Yeah, the pool room would be off-limits, even if it was just to hide from me.. Plus, I knew where he was anyway haha. I could hear him. His heavy breathing, his little steps as he scampered from the great room. He was trying to be sneaky but to me they were clear as day. I came out here anyway just to give him some time to try to get away, maybe find a really good hiding spot. I wasn’t worried that he’d go outside. If he did, then he’d be really scared, and he’d feel even sicker. So no. I wasn’t worried. He would need me soon.

But I wanted to hold him so bad. Like, now.

So, after just a little bit - I counted to ten in my head - I turned around, came back into the main living area, and closed the slider to the pool behind me. “I guess you’re not in there,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. I peeled off my workout sneakers - one, two - and dropped them on the floor. Socks too. I liked the feeling of the house shaking under my bare feet, but first I listened. I could so easily sense him and everything about him now. So cool.

“Oh are you starting to feel sick? Does you're tummy hurt? Hm hun?” I announced, “Being away from me is just so hard, huh?” Slowly I started to walk and yeah haha - <boom boom boom> went my feet. “Take a deep breath hun. There should be enough of my perfumes around so you can handle it - I’m really sweaty haha - but still. You don’t feel so good, do you?” It was like I could feel his stomach turn. “Come to mama. You can sniff her bra again, and make it all better <giggle!>”

This is like playing hide and seek with a toddler. I glanced around the great room, making a show of looking under the couch cushions and behind the big potted plant that I really needed to water, but I knew he wasn’t in here. He was like a little kid, so predictable so I kinda already knew where he was.It was so obvious. Plus haha I can hear his heartbeat.

He was scared. Was he really trying to resist me?

“Hiding in the kitchen, hm?” I called out, as I casually made my way towards him. I’d turned off my perfumes, completely, a little while ago. I didn’t really know I could do that, but I guess I can. I giggled to myself. If you're not going to play nice sweetie, then I'm not going to either. I can withhold from you. Let’s see how much you like that.

“Get ready, hun,” I said, “Here I come…”

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Oh no! How the hell?!? I could hear her coming closer, the house - and everything around me - shaking under her feet. She couldn't possibly know!

My heart raced anew. I thought I’d found a spot, the perfect place. Here, in the dark, I could be quiet. I could try to deal with this building nausea. She’d never think I could actually fit in here, right? I’d just had to push a few cleaning products out of the way and curl up a little. Suddenly my height is an advantage, I thought ruefully, but if she knew I was in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be long until-

<boom boom boom!> her footsteps were coming closer.

How are they so loud??

She continued to talk to me, teasing me as she approached. “Haha I bet you’re wondering: ‘How does she know, huh? How does she know I was looking at the pamphlets? Her picture?’ Are you wondering that, sweetie? Are you wondering how I know?”

She was in the kitchen, now. I heard her opening some of the upper cabinets. “I was downstairs working out with my mom’s little baby weights, lifting them all and I felt it. Haha I felt you, what you were doing,” she continued. A cabinet door <slammed>, making me flinch. “How does it feel to have a girlfriend that can read your mind, honey??”

Oh my god she’s crazy, I thought to myself but, for a second, I couldn't help but consider the horrifying possibility. I shivered in some dark mix of fear and arousal. What if she could?

I heard a loud <THUD> as she looked through a garbage can, followed by the clinking of utensils as she opened - a silverware drawer? How small does she think I am??

“Wanna know what else I can do?” she asked as her heavy footfalls - <boom, boom, boom> - approached even closer. What small bit of light came into my hiding space, the little sliver through the door, was eclipsed by the shadow of her legs as she passed in front. She’d stopped. She was now a foot away from me, if that.

I knew, I knew it right then and there. She was waiting for me. She was standing there on purpose, blithely talking to me and indulging my little game of hiding from her. She totally knew where I was.

“You know, don’t you? That I know exactly where you are?” she began, “I can feel it, but that's not all. I can also tell you’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re afraid.”

My eyes went wide. How? How was this all possible? I knew I needed to hide. I needed to get away, but all I managed to do was get myself trapped, and now she was coming to get me.

“Awwww, honey, sweetie…don’t be too afraid…”

<BOOM!>

An enormous footfall, inches away, rattling the cabinets, glassware and indeed the entire house around us. I covered my head and went into a fetal position I heard her begin to laugh. All my nerve endings were screaming and I’d tucked away, backing deeper into my little hole as far as I could.

“You like that?” she chuckled, as <BOOM!> she slammed her foot again into the kitchen floor, to shake the house even more violently and causing me to nearly jump out of my own skin. I heard something crash and shatter in another room. “I can make my feet really heavy. I can make earthquakes for you,” she said, from where she stood right outside my hiding spot, “That’s kinda sexy, right?”

I tried to keep myself from moaning, whining, whimpering - I was so scared! - I didn't want her to hear me. She knew I was here but…but…

“Come on out, sweetie, come on out and I can show you what else I can do,” she continued, “I can use my breath, I can use my eyes, I can use everything that’s super about me and we can have so much fun…”

I couldn’t help it, I let out a noise. It was a groan? A moan? A little whine? Whatever it was it sounded pathetic, and I’m sure she heard it…

“Ohhhhh, sweetie..!” I heard her exclaim, “That little noise! Are you feeling okay? All hidden away from me, away from my perfumes?” I saw her shadow shift outside. “It hurts your tummy, doesn’t it? Being without them? Makes your head all ucky?”

Nnngh. Oh my god. Yes. I wanted it. I needed it, now more than ever. I needed to smell her, to breathe her in. I just need a little.

“Just a little? That’s all you need?” she cooed, torturing me with the promise and an infuriating little giggle, “Come on out, then. I have something that might help.”

I reached my hand out toward the door. I shivered, I shook. My bones rattled like a junkie, my mind desperate.

Wh-What is it?

“‘What is it?’ Hmm, here’s a hint,” she began, frightening me with her evident ability to know what I was thinking, “it's smooth, and silky and white and it’s reeeeeally big. I think it'll make you feel allll better. You just have to ask nice.”

My breath rattled in my lungs as I pictured her caressing it in her hands. Oh Christ.

“p-p-please..?” I peeped out, from my dark little spot, giving into my weakness and perversion as I finally revealed myself.

I heard her giggle.

“Please what?”

“p-please may I come out..?” I asked.

“‘Please may I come out and..’? What else, honey?”

She was going to tease me, punish me, show me the folly of ever trying to get away from her.

“please may I come out,” I began again, my voice timid and meek. Just as weak as I was. I didn't even really know what I was saying anymore. “A-and…” oh my god oh christ what am I saying “...c-can you put your bra on my face?”

What the hell’s become of me??

I really need to get out of here!

“Oh, of course sweetie,” she giggled, apparently amused and tickled pink by the candidness of my pathetic request. “I would love to do that, but where are you?” she teased.

“I-I’m down here…” I said, from inside my lair, as I lightly pushed open the cabinet door.

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“Oh good boy!” I sang, laughing. Omigod this was too much hahahaha! He asked! I got him to actually ask for it! “Good boy, good boy,” I said, immediately crouching down and opening the under-sink cabinet where he’d been hiding from me. “Oooo you look so cute, so little and curled-up and scared under there, like a little boy hiding from his - nnngh - mommy.”

Did I just say that out loud haha??

He still had on his wrinkled little work shirt, his wrinkled little work pants. His brow was all wrinkled up too, he was so nervous, embarrassed. He looked up at me. “Aww, sweetie! It’s okay! Come on out!”

I knew I could have helped him, reached in and lifted him right out of there, but I wanted to stand and watch him crawl out toward me, Which was exactly what he started to do.

Awkwardly, so awkward, he started coming on out, unfolding himself from the little ball he’d curled himself into. He got partway out, from the cabinet, before he stumbled and fell into a little heap at my feet. I giggled at his clumsiness, and looked down at him.

He started to try to get his hands under himself, maybe trying to stand - but I could tell he really wanted to scamper away.

“Nuh-uh,” I immediately said with a frown, placing a big, bare foot of mine onto his chest. I gently (well, maybe not so gently haha) pushed him down, until he was laying on the floor. With his scared little eyes looking up at me as I had him pinned on his back, it was priceless!

Oh, haha, poor baby. Are you afraid that I saw through your little escape attempt? Afraid I read your mind? This was just too much fun!

“Stay there for a minute,” I told him, my foot now pushing him into the polished hardwood floor of the kitchen. Nnnngh omigod is that a boner? Is he…haha omigoddd…liking having my foot on him, being stepped on? Little man don’t you know I could crush your ribcage like celery sticks?

I considered pushing my foot up, rubbing it in his face. I could make him lick and kiss my toes to make it up to me, for all this running away and hiding. Kiss my feet. The boys in the basement ask to do it. Maybe you should learn to do it too.

“h-how did you know I was in there?” he finally asked, from down on the ground. There were so many questions in his scared little eyes, but he was really just having trouble accepting the truth about what I could do. I figured I should keep it simple.

“Let’s just call it women’s intuition,” I said, smiling my biggest warmest smile at him as I took my foot off him, leaned down, and picked him right up from under his arms. My bra still dangled from my right hand but I had no trouble; he weighed practically nothing. I could hold him off the ground like this for as long as I wanted, watch him squirm. I looked him right in the eye as I slowly started to pull him in-

Oh ho the little noodge! He put his hands up to my chest, trying to push off, push me away.

‘Still afraid of me huh? Even with that big boner in your pants?’ He pushed, the little twerp. “Oh like that’s going to help!” Nnngh! That’s only going to make it worse haha! ‘Now, come to mama…’

I arched my back, pressing my big breasts just further into his small hands. I couldn't keep from moaning. "OOoooOOoooo I like the feeling of your little hands on me, Jay,” I said, “It makes me feel even bigger!”

It’s true. Maybe I’m a bit mean sometimes, maybe I’m a bad girlfriend but comparing his shrunken body to mine was like my favorite thing to do. “You’re so small, so little and weak,” I said to him, “and when we’re together I feel huge. I love feeling huge.” I giggled. His hands were mushed right into my boobs, basically disappearing. “Do you promise you’ll keep getting smaller for me?”

His jaw was quivering, his eyes big and wide. He was staring at his hands, seeing for himself just how smsll they were compared to my breasts. He was just so powerless. Shocked, he looked up into my face... His brain was slowing down. He was having trouble talking. I had let go just a little of my pheram- uh, perfumes - I didn’t like when he felt sick to his tummy! - but it’s not like he was babbling, or salivating all over the floor. I could just tell he was lost in me. And not just in my size, he was lost in all of me. Sure he was paying attention to the swell of my shoulders and traps which, nnngh, were still all pumped up and enormous and maybe haha a little intimidating. But his eyes also traveled into my eyes, my smile, my big thick hair. I just loved how he was looking at me. It's quite nice, sometimes, to be such a bombshell haha.

He was like a baby deer, and now that he’d been caught by the hungry mama bear - haha me - with his big wide eyes, all his trembling? He might as well have been drizzling himself in honey. “Sweetie I need a kiss, a nice big one,” I told him, unable to help myself as I pulled him in.

He could tell as soon as my my lips pressed against his: I just wanted to eat him up! He could feel how wonderfully full my lips were and just how easily they engulfed his. He felt their softness and warmth overtake him, and, nnngh, I wanted him to imagine them pressing up against his entire body, being sucked into my mouth, me eating him up! My lips needed no help pulling him into them and haha as we kissed he could feel his breath being drawn from his lungs by my own stronger ones. I held his breath from him and when I finally released him he found himself panting.

“M-Melissa, oh my god…” he managed, his head swimming from lack of air.

My cheeks warmed up and my excitement built even more. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead a moan came out and once again I pressed my lips against his. Now I really began to suck him in, a huge kiss.

It’s like…I didn’t mean to kiss him again. I should really be punishing him, for snooping, for running away from me and hiding. There were other things I should be doing, I knew, to show him his place, but I wanted him inside me so badly and as I kissed him my mouth opened wider and worked against his, overpowering his smaller lips with my own while again drawing the breath from inside him. I sucked in, and in, and in. He struggled a little, then a lot, in my hands. Squirming around, the little cutie.

I thought maybe I should break the kiss but - haha no - I didn’t wanna, even as his chest began to strain and I began to get concerned I might collapse his skinny chest. He’d stopped moving. So instead I breathed into him, filling his lungs. I’d taken the breath from him so I could give him my own. Don’t worry, I can give you what you need to breathe. What I breathed into him was better than regular air. It was my air, my oxygen, it was all me me me.

Stil, he began to squirm again, like he was trying to get away from me.

“You are being such a stinker!” I laughed, breaking our kiss and holding him so our faces were just inches apart. I cocked my head and regarded him, falling into thought as he gasped. “I’m beginning to think that your email friend and this ‘resistance’ are a little problem for us. Are they making you think this way, act up like this, all naughty? I don't want them infecting my perfect little man with bad ideas.”

He shook his head, still recovering. “N-no, Melissa, I just w-wanted to…f-find out more…”

“Oh, Jay, I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. Think, Missy, think. Be patient with him. “Well, as long as you stop reading those emails, it's no problem.” At least for now.

He didn’t have a phone, at this point, no one could text him either. We looked through all his mail, made sure he only got stuff we’d want him to read. In fact, is there any reason he needs to read at all? God haha mmmph! That would be amazing! Emptying that little head of his until he can't remember how to read. I could just picture it: I imagined myself looking into his eyes and draining him of all his big-boy smarts until he was like a simple little child, watching all his brains just dribble out. That way I could read to him at night, help him along with books at bedtime. Books like - what’s it called? One Fish, Two Fish? Red Fish, Blue Fish? Or haha One Boob, Two Boobs, White Boobs, Brown Boobs. That should keep him focused on what's important. Haha Boobs Boobs Boobs hahahahaha.

Sometimes I sound crazy, I know. But everyone is a little crazy when they're in love, right?

“So, though, is that why you were sneaking around snooping? Reading those pamphlets and looking through my stuff?” I asked as gentle as I could be when every inch of me just wanted to, nnngh haha toss his little man body onto the counter and climb on top of him. “You trying to figure me out?” I continued.

At that, I lifted him a bit and <plopped> him on his butt, right onto the granite of the kitchen counter, next to the sink. His little legs dangled off the side. I put my hands down - I was still holding my bra - on either side of his knees, resting the weight of my upper body on the stone and leaning in towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back a bit. People get like that, these days. They have trouble handling me when I get close.

“I should punish you but, well, here. Let me tell you a little about what’s happening…”

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castlebyersafterdark · 7 months ago

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I wonder if the rest of the party have heard the things Mike says during sex to Will, or even Will's noises woops, and - In the nicest, not actually mean, best friend way - I wonder if they bring it up or do some light teasing about it especially to Mike 🤭🫣 wonder what they think (maybe not freshly together Byler but after some years when everyone's super chill)

I think these two are so funny because they really try to be so "normal" about each other, but once their friends know and everything's cool, and they have support... they're embarrassingly obsessed with each other. I mean, they always havs been, but now it's of a different flavor. "Which one is the clingy boyfriend?" Uhhhhh BOTH 🤭 anyway, as they get more open with their affection, the comfort level raises. Maybe too comfortable haha. Cue the party side-eying as Mike and Will get lost in their own world. Always whispering to each other, sneaking a kiss whenever its safe and they can, personal space becomes nonexistent. The infamous handsy-ness during movie nights - dead giveaway when Will involuntarily squeaks or whimpers while Mike thinks he's being subtle under their shared blanket. And their friends absolutely calling them out for a conspicuous hickey. And they're always sneaking away.

One day at school, Lucas is in the boys bathroom during third period. As he's standing in front of the sink he hears the sound of a palm slamming against the locked stall door, the last one in the row. Rolls his eyes and winces at the unmistakable babble and breathy moan of one Mike Wheeler. "That's it angel. Fuck, you're perfect, babydoll, so fucking pretty." Plausible denisbility to the gender of the other participant, but he's one of the few who knows the truth that it's Will Byers on his knees. He makes fun of them at lunch, mostly for the fact that they couldn't even make it to ten a.m. that day.

Another time, Dustin learns his lesson the hard way when he shows up early to Mike's house for a campaign session planned for later that day. He opens the side door to the basement and hears before he sees the insatiable, insufferable duo. Mike sitting on the couch, with Will straddling him, riding him slowly with unmistakable noises punched out of him as he bounces on Mike's lap. Both fortunate for his sanity and unfortunate for the reality of what he's walked in on, he doesn't get much of an eyeful, because Will's wearing that damned wizard costume. And Mike's got part of his homemade armor on. But Dustin is not safe for long. The worst part is their banter. Kill him now. "Ohhh, Michael. That's right, lay your hands on me, you’re the only, hmm, only one who can save us. Take me, oh god, take me and be healed, take what you need from me." "Yes, William, so good, come on, give me what I need. Give me your wisdom, your body." "Uhhh, oh yeah, Michael, that's good. Say my name again, address me by my full name, love." "Uh, fuck yeah, Will the-"

Slam. He's done. He's going home now that he shook himself from the transfixed shock as he was subjected to that trainwreck. Dustin’s going to be ill. If it was just walking in on his friends having sex, fine. Awkward, but ultimately hilarious after the fact. That??? He could have lived his entire life without knowing that. Especially with whatever the hell those accents were. Screw going home. He's heading over next door to Lucas's to immediately tell him what just happened.

#the phrase “Will Byers on his knees in the boys bathroom” has been kicking around my head for some reason so!!! yeahhh #And the second part??? Worst thing ive ever typed. I'm with Dustin on this one. Sorry boys 😉 ya criiinge #I hate this so much hahahaha. Had to do it. cursed af #spicy byler #Dnd fic #HC

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sinister-moonlight · 1 year ago

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Its been so long since I finished @naffeclipse's fic Cryptid Sightings but I got the urge to draw some more Cryptid monster design for Eclipse cause I still can't stop loving the way Naff created their Crypid!Eclipse! <3 I cannot stop the love I have for CS and I do need to reread it one day.

I did forget that it was four arms sooo um... woop! Hahaha!

I was like always inspired by the AMAZING - I cant praise my love for Meep's art enough no matter how much I try!! - @themeeplord cause their CS!Eclipse makes me MELT! Lemme hold their cute face!! This time I went with a more glowly design since I love light effects and I imagine that this Cryptid!Eclipse can turn their light on and off to use as a angler fish to lure their prey closer in the dark.

Please check out both Naff and Meep for their amazing work and their ability to make me melt with their creations! <3

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A little "short" story under to build on the picture <3 Been a while since I written stories haha!

The ever pressuring darkness of the ancient forest around seem to chill you to your very bones. Every creak of the old trees makes you flinch and turn your head praying its just a bird, but there is no sound of any animals in the forest with you. No hooting owl. No scavenging fox in the underbrush.

It is just you.

Or is it?

The heavy blackness is suddenly breaking as a red light seem to come from a unknown source just a short ways in front of where you were going. It almost looks like a firefly as it bobbles gently in the wind. Another is soon followed but this one a deep blue.

You feel your tired legs start to move towards the almost hypnotizing light. The exhaustion in your body seem to get heavier as if the light is telling you that it is finally okay to take a break. You feel safe.

The silence of the forest is then shattered by the sound of bells.

'Ding... Ding...'

Its a soft sound. A sound that reminds you of a windchime softly singing in the summer breeze.

More lights are now accompanying the previous ones and they seem to almost take shape.

Your mind is trying to tell you that it is not safe. You know the stories of the demon in this forest - yet still you went in only armed with a old camera around your neck. The elders in your small town spoke of the demon - or old god as some called them - and how it lured in wrong doers and so called rulebreakers to punish them. You been taught and ordered already as a young child never to enter the forest at night, but the stories had done the opposite of scaring you away.

They had thrilled you to enter.

Yet now you feared that maybe you really should have listened. Maybe you should have been scared as slowly giant hands dipped in red and blue reached out for you to oh so gently grasp your head and hips. The size double of that of your head with claws longer then your whole hand. Sharper then the teeth of the old stray dog that you used to feed at night.

Bright yellow eyes enveloped in red stares into your own with a soft cooing and rumbling coming from fanged mouth. A sound resembling the bellows of a crocodile emitting from the being's chest where it's bright petal shaped crest stands proudly like that of a lions mane.

Slowly it pulls you in where the hands travel to gently lift you up and press you close to its body as if you were something precious to keep safe.

You are now fighting to keep your eyes open as they grow heavier and heavier as the gentle chime of the bells and the now soft rumbling sings you to sleep. The feeling of being moved only managed to make you lose the fight to stay awake.

The last thing you register as the slumber sweeps you under is a deep voice that whispers in your hair with what sounds like two overlapping voices.

"Rest little one. Nothing in our forest will cause you harm. Not as long as we can help it..."

#cryptid sightings #I love these crypid bois and Im a little shy to share my writing but was really happy with it <3 #I hope this is enough as a love letter to some amazing creators that inspire me daily!#Thank you Naff for making me fall in love with diffrent worlds over and over again.#Thank you Meep for making me fall in love with soft and wild creatures that always makes me smile.#myart #fanart #fnaf fanart #fnaf:sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf eclipse #cryptid #demon #monster

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im-suchanicegirl · 1 year ago

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I finally have my m&g picture so i guess it’s time to talk about the shows eh?

More below, it’s gonna be long.

MONTRÉAL

Because @pastlink, her friends and @fredv0mjupiter arrived early, @chaotic-gingey and I were able to jump the line, not without some people complaining. Yeah yeah i know, not the best thing, but we were working, not lounging.

We managed to be front row on the Daniel² side and despite my nemesis on my left that I’ve talked about, we were well placed. The crowd was rowdy but nothing compared to what it would be for Electric Callboy.

I about lost my shit when they arrived on stage and I’m not sure if it’s from the build up from months of waiting (tickets were bought in feb.!) or to be so close to them.

Snagged some nice pictures:

Then during arrow of love, @chaotic-gingey and I did the 🫶🏼 like the Daniel² and they pointed at us (thanks @pastlink ❤️).

Then the show ended and i almost got into a fist fight with my nemesis and went back home.

NYC

We arrived relatively early as it was @chaotic-gingey ‘s turn to choose our side and she wanted to be on Pascal’s side but sat down. We are too old.

Around 5 we walked to the front of the venue and she was wondering who was keeping them late and joking it was probably Kevin talking too much… until she turned around and saw Nico strolling in with Janel from Conquer Divide, a big cup of ice cream in hand. Her face was hilarious.

Tank came to see us and the other group that had won and led us downstairs. We were waiting in between two rooms and all we could see was Pascal standing awkwardly in the room and my friend talking to me in French about her not trying to freak out. Again, 10/10 sighting of her face.

We were finally let inside and David gave us a big hug, followed by Nico, Pascal and Kevin. The Daniel² were missing and I didn’t want to say anything but i was sad. I finally The Pink Mumu ™ coming in and Daniel said hi and gave us a hug.

David then gave us water bottle and we spoke with them but it’s still so ahhhhhhhh in my brain that i keep forgetting and remembering stuff.

- Kevin was very shocked that we drove from Montreal and we explained that it was as long as Toronto

- he didn’t understand my accent when I said we were going to see Bad Omens and he kept being like ‘who’s Ban Akron…’ until i managed to be understood. Woops.

- Kevin kept calling donkeys ‘horses’ and Nico would correct him like ‘it’s donkeys. They’re donkeys.’ And wow, if that isn’t me with @chaotic-gingey

- I’m sorry if I’m pretty much only remembering my exchsnges with kevin ok? He was right next to me and looking me in the eyes.

- I said I was from Italy and he started explaining the places they played there and how much he loved it

- he somehow knew the small French village my dad was in before moving here as its close to germany??

- He laughed when I said i was the one with the German sign and all the guys started laughing too at it. Making them laugh= goal

- he asked me what else i knew in German. This little shit was expecting something nasty or swear words and my brain just went ‘ich spreche kleine Deutsch’ (i speak a little German), to which the guys ‘hmmhmm’

- kevin praised my grammar and my accent and give me a minuuuuuute Im gonna throw myself in ice

- they said they’d love to tour with different bands and i was surprised by the answers they gave. They also talked about bad experiences with some bands

- Kevin: i dont want to badmouth bands […] so the band *** they did that. Nico: oh yeah and that band […] did this i wanted to go home. I wanted to die as one of them is one of my favorite band and he felt so bad but thats ok. ‘Maybe they had a bad day’ as he said

- he agreed my cat made us win the video. Thank you Gustave ❤️

- i somehow placed i was sad because i wanted to see Danskimo and they were very apologetic, saying he was sick. I understood of course but it would be just my luck haha.

- i gave them their bracelets before the picture and entrusted (pascal or kevin?) with Danskimo’s bracelets and the ugly shirt i had which had SPC vibes.

- one if the bracelet had fuckboi written on it and i said it was because i saw someone stole it from one of the conquer divide girls.

- nico the little shit proudly showed me his arm with the bracelet 🙃😂

- pascal took his bracelet and went ‘hehehe… fuckboi’

- then we took the picture and Kevin kept pulling me closer to him and Daniel and ihhhhhh yep.

- hugs. David big. Kevin bigger. Brain went brrr

There isn’t much to say for the show except Kevin and Danskimo were both wearing my bracelets and it made my day.

I love these idiots. CANT wait to see them again😭❤️

#electric callboy #kevin ratajczak #daniel haniß #nico sallach #daniel klossek #david friedrich #pascal schillo

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undercooked-ravioloni · 1 year ago

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BEN and Jeff competing to see who can make their SO admit they are the better boyfriend? Not poly, but like both SOs are like, "BEN has been acting super loving" and Jeff' SO is like "yeah so has Jeff. I'm kinda scared,"

It all started with a bet. Or rather, it all started with a snort, one that BEN just couldn't hold back when Jeff declared that he was a good partner. The elf gave him his best fake innocence look, but it was already too late and Jeff had heard it.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Well..." BEN shrugged.

"Okay you turd, like you do any better."

"Did you wanna make that a bet?"

"Hell yeah, I'll take you on that."

A handshake sealed the deal, unbeknownst to their respective partners.

The next morning, when a certain killer walked in the bedroom with a tray full of delicious brunch, his partner had to do a double-take. They took their time looking over the berries that were set next to a waffle, the maple syrup, the plate of eggs and the glass of orange juice.

"Is this... for me?"

"No shi- I mean, of course, babe"

I mean, heck, they weren't gonna complain. But then, the trend continued, with Jeff appearing out of nowhere to hand them a glass of water and reminding them to stay hydrated or to massage their back while they worked.

On the other hand, BEN kept packing the day with activities for his S/O, barely giving them a minute to catch their breath before they got whisked off their feet (literally) to the next. He had already exhausted the typical arcade date and wanted to take things up-a-notch which is how the couple found themselves at a bowling alley. It was clear that BEN was trying to keep his competitiveness under folds and let them win, but that manifested itself as very obvious misses after which he'd put a hand on his cheek and go "woops".

At the end of the day, when BEN's partner walked into the kitchen, lured by the promise of a romantic candlelit dinner, they noticed that they had already been beaten to it by Jeff's S/O. The two just looked at each other while the faint sound of yelling started growing louder.

"I literally came up with this first, so go find another place to scurry off to!"

"Well I don't see your name anywhere in this kitchen! And I hate to break it to you, but you can't have a romantic dinner if you can't cook said dinner!"

"Okay, boys," Jeff's partner started while giving everyone their politest 'Children, all of them' smile. "How about you guys take it easy for today and we can make the food? Since you both were so amazing today."

Jeff and BEN shot them a confused glance before BEN's S/O led them both to the table and sat them down.

"I mean, you guys both really went above and beyond today. I can't believe I have the best boyfriend in the world."

"I'm sorry, but I think that's me. My boyfriend is the best."

"Haha, that's funny, but did Jeff organize a full day of activities for you? Because BEN did."

"No, but he was attentive to my every need and made sure I was treated like royalty."

"Well-"

"Please, please," BEN started. "No need to get so heated over this. We're clearly both just goated."

"Yeeaaah, we already know we're amazing boyfriends, so really, there's no need for a fight," continued Jeff.

The two men nodded at each other, giving themselves and each other a pat on the back. It was a good thing they remained distracted that way and missed the little exchange of thumbs-ups that passed between their S/O's.

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it only took me 38453 years to do this request. nothing too crazy. hope it was worth the wait

#undercooked ravioloni #creepypasta #ben drowned #jeff the killer #bet y'all thought i was dead huh?#you'd be right ngl #i was

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pupmusebox · 4 months ago

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"Mammon, I hear your birthday is coming up. Is there anything you'd like for your special day? I'm open to anything you might suggest."

This was probably a bad idea, but it couldn't hurt to show a demon a bit of kindness.

Jumping a bit when Angela popped by and causing him to squawk when not expecting her but welcome either way, "AH! It's ya, heavenly pretty treasure heheh. Ma birthday ya say? Haha, sure I'd love to hang out with ya when having the big special day." his card house forgotten with the topic of interest shifting and grinning when his brothers likely be getting something together, "Hey why not join us on the party huh? It be fun and lots of cake too! Sure birthdays be called boring after so many years but hell, I love em' not just for the gifts nope! It's the presence of family and friends that makes it worthwhile! Even ya too!!" already dragging her into the chaos while grinning like a goofy crow before taking her hands and bouncing in place with excitement.

"Plus why not have a ramen date too in wrappin' up the night huh? Oh even a car ride! Hahaha, Lucifer will give me some leeway with the curfew but we can sneak in with ma human helping us with the window. Hehehe, what ya say treasure? Up for a fantastic time with the Great Mammon?"

Already jumping the gun but damn if he is generous with ideas and like a happy hopping crow right now when kissing her cheeks in his excitement, "Ah woops I uhh... ahem I got too excited there, ehehe. Sorry... but yeah, I can even show you ma birds too when we be on a... date." soft murmur but his bird brain sure had some interesting things that make a money bang for sure.

"I like lemon cakes and stuff, heh. Simple askin' but I'm welcome to what you think be a good gift, I treasure it all honestly. I swear I still got my past gifts from previous times too, like how crows stash their shinies? That be me yeah."

Any food stuffs he gladly snack and savor since hey his special day all about him was something marvelous really, with her added in now it be even better and probably be thumping about in the car smooching afterward but that be his goofy dreaming there.

#fxiled-fxithful #{ Pending Judgement and Observations - Verse }#{ Heavenly Treasure of an Angel Dove to a Greedy Demon Crow - Mammon x Angela }

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zerobaselove · 2 years ago

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omg txt same my literal ults 🥳 and my kepi girls tooo ahh the lomls ( ive been rooting for dayeon and mashiro since gp999, so theyve been claimed as mine 😼 ) i also love the lesserafim girls, my soulmates<3

i (would k!ll for) stan txt zb1 redstartz,, my stanlist has been pretty empty ngl for a while 🥲🥲 but i like to catch up on groups like seventeen and enhypen too. (bite me has got me in a chokehold and that choreo 😍)

i know damn well ive forgoten a bunch of other groups but thats fine

amd omg p1harmony and cravity?????? ur taste 😼😼😍

and dw 2 versions is not bad, u have some self control, me on the other hand CAN NOT be trusted with anything🥲🥲 i could be bankrupt and then have the sudden urge to buy a beomgyu pc and do it with no regrets smhhhhh

woops i said alot haha

yourrrrr 🌱

😽😽😽💌

HI MY 🌱

UR SO REAL FOR DAYEON AND MASHIRO OHHH my like kep1er top 4 (i have attachment issues) is xiaoting hiyyih chaehyun n dayeon but i would actually die for all of them

NO BC THE BITE ME CHOREO IS SOOO GOOD OHHH IM OBSESSED i rlly like the way jungwon n his partner do it idk

PLS THE BEOMGYU PC THINF IS SODJDJD i get you tbh. i wanted to collect for gyu but it’s .. so expensive to collect txt .. my bff did give me a beomgyu pc for free once tho :D so sometimes things work out

#zerobaseanons #ZBL_🌱

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alexin-wonderlust · 2 years ago

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Day Twelve - Tokyo

18th November 2022

Alright Tokyo, Day Two. Let's see what we've got...

Today we are heading to Shibuya and Shinjuku for Shin-anigan's...

First stop is Eggslut in Shibuya. A bit tricky to find, it was inside a "mall" thing, and inside a two level food court... but not the main food court. -__- There was also a taco bell, and a panda express... we weren't tempted, and it was worth it. Possibly the best egg sando I've ever had. Sure, I might die if I eat another one... but holy moley, it was gooey and perfect. The service was actually not great... for Japan. But, no complaints. Its Fast Food.

Now to explore... I took ben to Tower Records. Unsure if this was a mistake -- we were in there for 3 hours. Looking at records, and CD's and music memorabilia. It's so awesome that this culture is still alive here. There's something magical and nostalgic about digging around a CD store. :) I bought some second hand records, and had to stop myself at some.. sigh. Next time, a bigger bag. More luggage. Haha!

I was able to do some shopping of my own at this stage -- heading to the Disney Store and Loft (for STICKERS!!) and we grabbed a coffee at a nearby cafe which was cash free, seat yourself... very COVID friendly. I hated it. Haha! But I knew we were about to head to Fruits Parlour to get another cafe experience. I've been dying to go back!

Their menu wasnt as fun as it was last time (I went in Spring and it was cherry blossom season) but we still got to have a delicious strawberry parfait. Walking back, I thought to take the long way via the Tokyo Tower and see what food is available there.

Tokyo Tower was all lit up because now it was dark -- so pretty. But this also meant the food places were minimal. But the food court underneath was still popping -- we decided to have a snack and get Ramen before we have our late night adventure.

After the hotel to recharge (and drink the alcohol we had collected throughout our trip, and use the salt from the flight to shot the tequila.. which was gross btw...) we were headed back to Shinjuku. To Donki first for some cheap booze again, and then Ramen at Ichi-ran.

Ben LOVED Ichiran. It is so fun and solo, but we were drunk and being obnoxious. Woops. Sorry Tokyo. He was dancing because his smoked chasu was delicious haha!

I had found some "rock" bars to visit -- GODZ Bar was the first on the list. Full of memorabilia and autographs from bands who had also visited, it was definitely our place to be. The bartender chick, was just standing there, smoking, like she didn't want to be -- but it added to the aesthetic. We chatted with some dudes (i swear they were from Germany, maybe it was Amsterdam?) about metal and sang along to the Youtube videos they were playing.

Next up was BarPSY which was their "sister" bar. Across the way -- it was smaller, but busier and the vibe was so fun. We were forced into doing Jager Shots from test tubes and told do say "Chin-po" which apparently means Penis. Thanks HAHA!

I still wanted to do MORE but it was 2am, now that means the trains were done... its expensive Taxi Time. Woops again. I'm always surprised at how fast it seems like they drive...

IG Post:

"Today involved music, shopping and drinking. It got messy.

We started the day looking for a breakfast place in Shibuya so we looked around the Disney Store and Tower Records. I bought some second hand records and they were really cheap compared to what we get in Adelaide so I was excited. Hopefully they come home okay!

After all the shopping I took Ben past the Tokyo Tower and we had a drink underneath before walking back to our hotel to get ready to go out to Shinjuku and find some where to party.

I came across Godz Bar on IG a long time ago so that was our first stop and we met some German dudes and rocked out to some metal. Then we went across to their “partner bar” Bar PSY and did some Jaeger shots and it started to get messy. Taxi back to the hotel was definitely an easier option! 😂"

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huhu u got me to watch opal the other day since u keep talking abt it and im glad bc i Really Enjoyed It but !! anyways , i saw u mention mirror man doing makeup for someone and i keep thinking about it so Thoughts Incoming sorry in advance lmao. i think he would like to do claires makeup (and teach her abt it in general) when she gets a bit older,, both bc it seems like a legitimate hobby he would enjoy (i imagine if he werent Like That he probably could have been a makeup artist or something similar!) and bc he would like to ‘prettify’ her a bit.

and ah well,,, a lot of parents Like Him sometimes try 2 make their child a carbon copy of themselves or of an image they enjoy so if he grew to like claire more or already does like her enough for that (or just, wants things to revolve around him More) hed try to nudge things in that direction. and in his own way i think He might think hes doing something good, he knows when he was her age he would have killed to have a parent so eager to help him learn makeup and stuff but. claire isnt him. she probably isnt even interested in it at all but shes kinda desperate for Nice Moments and also doesnt wanna risk making him angry so she goes along with it. she always has her head in the clouds so all the things hes saying is too much at once but shes trying to comprehend it,,,,,

nd he keeps giggling at her for how awkwardly she moves her arm when putting on foundation and blush nd gets kind of annoyed with her for repeatedly flinching when he tries to help her with mascara nd teases her a bit for trying to taste the lip gloss (and keeps pointing out a flaw or two on her face “well, youve always had a sort of weird shaped face but youve always had the cutest little smile, its like Mine :)”) but they do it !! together !!! and nothing (that) bad happened !!!!!! so claire is happy,,,,,,,,,,, until that inevitably opens the gates of him trying to pick out what she wears for her and “””suggesting””” hairstyles for her and getting manipulative and even flatout Angry when she doesnt do what he wants her to (bc even when things Seem like theyre about claire they Are Not, its what He wants for her , in the end its still all about him) but, ive rambled enough to you already <:o) sorry for talking so much i just wanted to chat a bit abt opal with you !!!! hope ur doing well hehe . and im sorry this is rambly nd probably incomprehensible i just did a lot of work hkehri

ohhhhhhhh !!! FIRST I am super glad that all my constant rambling about this man has allowed you to go watch Jack Stauber’s awesome little short, it’s really good and deserves all the support !!!

also i totally appreciate you wanting to share your thoughts with me ;u;

AND I TOTALLY AGREE the whole idea of him projecting himself onto her, trying to take over her, I think that is so fitting for the short itself tbh, because it’s a reflection ( mirrors, hehe ) of what the mother wants from Claire as well. The thing that terrified Claire near the end is the mother reaching to hold onto her, specifically after the mom said that she was going to become just like her. The idea of her becoming her parents? it terrifies her, clearly!!

And Mirror Man, he is what they call a “archetypal narcissistic abuser”, in my eyes at least, and it would be really really common to see someone like that not only be so controlling and self absorbed that they treat their child like a decoration to themselves, but also use that child, especially as they get old enough to have opinions on the situation, to turn them against their partner-- such as.... the mom

so picture this

Claire is like 10-12, and she’s bright and she’s got a good heart but she’s WELL and truly Affected by the years of being brought up in that ridiculously toxic hell hole-- I mean house no idea if the grandpa would live that long uhhh in his state, but even if he does, he’s still very sick, disabled, and senile and he isn’t going to be much help. and Claire, she’s starting to have Opinions,, on how things are running around here,, but in swoops Mirror Dad

He’s like........ it’s your mother’s fault. Oh, absolutely, have you seen her? I mean look at her, she’s disgusting. she’s a drug addict, she’s a drunk, she’s ugly, she’s the reason you feel like this-- and maybe some of that is understandable, i mean she’s a real mess of a mom, no mistake, but hey

Nobody’s going to tell Claire who made her that way! Nobody’s going to tell her Mirror Dad was the one who trapped her in an unloving, possibly violent relationship, with a kid, and ripped apart every inch of her self worth !!!

Nope. she just sees the aftermath. So mirror dad...... turns claire on her. And she starts to side with him on things and she starts to even kinda talk like him maybe even....... learns how to do that dark and scary insecurity voice of his and one day She walks by the.... Reflection Chamber and Mirror Man is there in that way He Always Is in that seat he always sits in, and he says something very very odd to her! he raises a finger and curls it in and says come sit on my lap you haven’t gotten too big to sit on my lap have you?? come here!! and i mean Claire is still very very uncomfortable even being near him, and this feels like a trap, but i mean she can’t just say no, and there’s a part of her that’s kinda hoping... maybe he really is trying to be nice. and so she does and she sits with her but you’ll notice he is never looking directly at her. Even as she’s approaching literally right in his line of sight, he stares straight into her reflection, never her face. It’s like she’s not even real unless she’s in those mirrors.

And he tells her he wants to do her makeup! yay! how fun! and he tells her to close her eyes and pout her lips and try not to flinch when the sculpting starts or he’ll use his deep voice-- and how he’s going to finally FIX her. Goody!! then maybe the constant barrage of insults and negs and criticisms will stop!! (p.s. they wouldn’t have )

And so she opens her eyes..... and the face of her abuser is looking right back. It’s her face. Or it used to be-- now it’s literally his and it’s hideous-- it does not AT ALL belong on that body, and the only thing left of her is her big shiny eyes

and she S C R E A M S that way Claire does,,,

but this time, loud enough to crack the mirrors, and stun the dad just long enough for him not to catch her in his hands when she leaps off his lap and books it for the attic the attic, the view of the billboard with the same worn out, not updated ad for Opal’s in the window. She locks the door, it doesn’t take long for mirror man to come banging on it, telling her she’s ungrateful, she doesn’t deserve what little she has, taking back every nice thing he ever said, etc,,,

and Opal just starts clawing off the makeup/clay/whatever from her face in the mirror’s glass reflection, putting her hair back into the pigtails her father said made her look stupid

but she isn’t Opal, she’s changed, she’s aged, but Opal-- she’s always the same!! happy!! cared for!! and what is she supposed to be under the makeup? huh? Who is she besides the abuse she’s put through, that billboard and what it sells to her? she doesn’t know! nobody does nobody ever bothered to get to know what it even means to be Claire.

#HAHA. THINGS GOT OUT OF HAND WOOPS--#tw for..... just... the most depressing bs lmao #mail time !!#Claire #Opal #Mirror Man #Jack Stauber #shrigis

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kaistrex · 3 years ago

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2021 Fic Year in Review

I won't be finishing anything else before the year is up, so I thought it was time for this. No one tagged me but it looked fun so here we go 😂 Edit: Now tagged by @raisesomehale! 🥰

Personal ramblings ahead!

Total number of completed works

Total word count:

161,800+ 😱

Fandoms written in:

Teen Wolf

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Considering at the beginning of January I didn’t think I’d write a goddamn thing or be involved in fandom at all, a helluva lot more haha. This is the most I've written in a single year ever, easy.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Where the Real Beasts Are (yep, I’m still banging on about it 😂) because I persevered with it after 4 years of writing and wrote my first 100k+ fic 🤗

The runner-up is Home though. I’m really proud of the plot idea for that fic ^^

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I think signing up for the big bang was a risk, even though I didn’t realise it at the time! I think in my sign up application, I estimated my fic would be in the 20-30k range, but then it grew and grew to 2-3x that length. I realised around the end of June that the daily word count goal I set just wasn’t going to cut it, so I had to double it to 1k a day, and for the month of July, all I did every evening was sit in front of my laptop and slave away. I’m not built for that kind of level of production haha

I ended up getting it finished and self-betaed (a process which took like 10 hours 😂) 30 minutes before it was due to be revealed to everyone on my posting day. It was not a fun time, and I actually kind of grew to resent the fic haha woops~

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I’d really like to get my Lonely Stiles fic off the ground. I’ve added another plot thread to it that has turned it into a longfic from the long oneshot I’d planned because there was something missing, so it’s well on it’s way to taking shape. I’d really love to be able to write the whole thing and then post it to a schedule because that’s something I’ve never done before.

I did intend to use it for my big bang piece if I sign up again, but now it’s going to be chaptered, I really don’t want to have to post it all at once per the event rules, so... we’ll see!

Most popular story of the year?

Probably Cloaked in Gold? I’ve never had such a strong reception to a fic before which was especially mind-boggling considering I thought I was just sending it out to die because it had to be posted all in one go.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

Home. The reception for the fic even now it's finished has been pretty soft (the Secret Santa fic I posted 3 days ago is already on it’s way to eclipsing it via kudos by the end of the week 😂) On the other hand though, in the 5/6 years I’ve been writing Sterek, I’ve never had such incredible comments as I got on that fic which I still think about even now, AND it inspired someone to draw art so I really have nothing to complain about 🥰💖💖💖

Most fun story to write:

Probably Lemon & Ginger or The Hand-me-down. Generally when I write, I'll always hit a section where I think I just want this bit to be dooooonnnne, but both of these were short and mostly written over the course of a day, so they came to me pretty easily. They just felt right 😊

Biggest Disappointment:

I’d completely forgotten about this, but now I’m laughing remembering when I ‘un-privated’ a fic I hate because people had been asking after it and sharing pdfs anyway, thinking I’d just do it quietly and it would be there for the people that wanted it and I wouldn’t have to think about it ever again, only to discover that it sent out a notification to HUNDREDS of my ao3 subscribers. That was... unfortunate to say the least 🤣 Does that count?

Biggest surprise:

The reception to Cloaked in Gold. I was blown away by the response to it. I keep getting comments on it with regularity even now, even though usually once something's posted, comments dry up after a few days.

#personal #fic year in review #mywriting #i love an excuse to ramble about this stuff #i have no one else to talk to about it 😂

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redwoodrroad · 3 years ago

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OKAY since i have officially finished daggerfall, i sketched out Cillian's armor and equipment like i did with Morten and Ra 🥰 explanation for everything under the cut!

A. enchanted dwarven hand axe--i actually don't know what spell it's enchanted with, and the game doesn't like to tell me lol but he uses it a lot

B. mithril dagger; he doesn't really use it, but he keeps it just in case

C. mithril battleaxe--he uses this one almost exclusively during the endgame battles

D. quarterstaff that also does something magical, but it was a gift to him from medora during one of her quests

E. mithril dai-katana, another one he doesn't use much but he likes having it

F. steel warhammer--doesn't use it much in endgame since it's weak against the high level enemies, but i used this almost exclusively at lower levels because it helped level him up haha although i think it actually broke recently in the game!

G. enchanted sweater he keeps in his inventory, and it does some other magic thing, but i like to imagine he wears it on cold nights. and it's so fresh. very disco

H. gold-plated horseshoes for his horsie, A'leki

I. clovers! for luck 🥰

J. his handy-dandy spellbook--he is a battleMAGE, after all (even though he had like 3 spells for most of the game, and i only recently got him a bunch of new spells woops

- actually i should mention his spells! the ones i used most were Recall, Shock, Open, Buoyancy, Water Breathing, and Spell Resistance

K. totem of Tiber Septim. yes it really looks like that in the game. actually it looks worse

L. bag of about 20,000 gold--he can't carry much more than that in addition to all his other shit because gold actually takes up quite a bit of encumbrance in this freaking game

M. magic gems and jewels--the ruby does fire damage, the sapphire does something, and the emerald does something, IDK man i don't know what shit does in this game

N. jewelry he's trying to sell lol

O. earrings! long gold earring in his right ear, gold stud in his left ear. he takes the long one out when he enters dungeons because he's expecting fights lol

P. bandana for the lower half of his face; something i imagine he wears around Hammerfell because of all the sand

Q. some type of bracer that ALSO does something magical

R. he's got a gold ring and an additional jewel that sits in his amulets slot, and again. i dont know what it does LOL

S. parchments, letters, maps, instructions for spell-making, etc

#so glad i finished daggerfall it was so. fun but also not fun lol #tes 2 daggerfall #cillian tag #redwoods art #tes

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Okay so your namir tag refreshed and I'm currently 👀👀👀ing at all the cool stuff that wasn't there 5 seconds ago but if you have more lore pls share, he seems delightful

soooooooooooo this got out of hand...haha Word counting says this is about 4.000 words so you may be able to imagine the length of this post I'll do my best to format it~

First I'll get a couple ideas out of the way

There are 2 Gods, one I'll call Chimera and another Abyss

They both are from a different world than the one this takes place in

Chimera was created by tossing a multitude of people into a blender and letting that stew ...so I also made little doodles to not write everything out and see what to focus on so you'll see them here starting now

Abyss meanwhile was born human, got experimented upon to get the fresh new and hot powers that invaded their world-but later got the same multitude of people at the end of their world (although those people gave basically their souls willingly to her)

In THIS world people worship Chimera; first as a single God, and later this all got separated into 5 different Gods

There was one main group serving Chimera and getting their powers in return, which then also split into 5 groups over time (basically a deal to better do their jobs-instead of doing everything half-assed do one thing really well kinda thing)

And of course the good old emotions controlling magic kinda stuff-this is more true for Chimera&Abyss and everyone involved with them since they brought the concept with them into this world

Basically in Abyss' words what you get from the slosh that infected their world(and thus them) into getting magic is a „Demon“ which is your emotions given form

Which considering they are usually created via good old torture since that always gave a quick intense response that could form into something magical (so called demons in Abyss' world) and physical

Either you get overtaken by your now very physical and intense emotions (again, trauma is a fun thing responding to any situation) or you are good at dealing with your emotions (hello Abyss)

Or option 3 is being good at dealing with someone elses emotions, because the God worshipping groups and helpers gain their powers by taking part of their God and fusing that with their own bodies (be it via blood infusion or just straight up organ implants or stuff like that)

So you get a power up (yay magic!) but you also get the emotional burden of something that was blended together by multiple miserable people-also add on the physical strain of just something from a God not from this world with magic also not from this world being put into your very from this world-body

Namir's group did this whole God Power-Up thing slowly but more intense; they'd infuse blood over a time and then put in a bigger part of their God (organs, eyes, skin and whatnot)-so while the body had more time to get used to the new bullshit it also had a lot more to deal with then if you were to „just“ get a syringe full of blood once(which is what the rest did)

Also I did little doodles to further give info but also decide what to focus on So have the whole "emotions given form woops that took over" simplified

and of course also "How to make Chimera"

Basically his heart looks like an eldricht monstrosity to go keep blood pumping and going so it can reach everywhere and so his body as a whole is used to the strain that God-Powers can give you (as mentioned above) (and seen below-i gt at least this part of the world's lore)

Let's start at the beginning with Namir aka when he died before even seeing the light of day because his mother got hunted down and killed when she was pregnant with him.

Sucks but lucky for him his family and thus mother had kind of a deal going with Abyss(mostly because she was bored and went „Well I have been called a demon in my past life for obvious reasons so I might as well lean into the clichee“) and so Namir's mother asked Abyss to go keep him alive-and she did (yay) by essentially giving him some of her powers.

So from a young age he already had to deal with emotions being just that bit more overwhelming, even though they weren't literally physical (Abyss made sure of that-imagine a toddler with the rage of an old God in the body of like a dragon or something-not a great combo so she kept that part in check as much as possible although his body and mind already were just somewhat off the regular human starts due to aformentioned heart issue)

Anyhow, normal human-times Namir had the misfortune of being an orphan, having eventually been found by people of his (well his mothers) village who didn't want to stab him.

The place wasn't exactly rich and just going further downhill over the years, making deals with the wrong people, being in debt, stealing and population control until they basically were taken over completely by bandits years later when Namir was long gone-but back to child Namir.

He basically took on the role of caretaker when he got old enough to actually do things. No one even expected him to survive because no one really went to care for a baby that was seen as a waste of resources, hoping he'd quietly die of sickness or something (didn't want him, didn't want to kill him either because THATS the immoral thing to do because then it's directly your fault, otherwise it was the illness, oh they just couldn't have done more oh woe is them~-stuff)

But he didn't so he grew up and helped out his siblings by stealing extra food and money where he could, redirecting punishments onto him or just keeping attention on him and all that stuff.

Basically Namir goes „I'd lay down my life for you if it wouldn't mean you'd starve and die“ and Abyss is in the background like „please stop trying to do that do you know how hard it is to keep a child's body intact“ trying her best to keep a promise made.

Couple of years later with village going further downhill Namir and his siblings are sold away to the general group of people who serve Chimera in all their bits and pieces. Some stay with him, others get sent to other groups because they may actually work better with their kind of work or possible powers.

Namir basically also adopts whoever is younger than him in his group after like 5minutes-which isn't hard because at this point he is one of the oldest still-kids.

Like I said-this group takes things slow so while a couple of his siblings who went to other groups either survived or died post-God-blood, they are still in training.

Namir hasn't really stopped his habits of stealing and hiding his siblings from danger, which gets him into the usual trouble-and eventually a barfight in a city they were visiting when he got caught trying to steal from a drunk guy. He escaped mostly unscathed except for a black eye, a headache and the cut on his lip that'd scar later. Still got scolded for it by his...well teacher really who heard the commotion and went to get him out (and well, no one was stupid enough to try to fight someone they knew had enough magic to flatten a house probably...this day and there)

Eventually Namir got through the whole God-conversion or whatnot (look, I will think up fitting words for ALL of this, job titles, names, descriptions, but today is not the day xD); some of his cohort did, most didn't as per usual.

Now, Namir already has his Abyss-made heart, and got the extra power by a whole other God, so he basically had twice the strain on him.

What this Gods powers gave him was basically an actual „form“ his emotions could be poured into. This could be anything from just some extra claws to a whole shapeshift into a giant mass of black and eyes.

That kind of thing is really more the way magic worked for Abyss'&Chimera's world-with the whole demon stuff made of emotions etc etc So his I guess demonic/emotional form is more of a mix of what Abyss and this God brought to the table-Abyss is basically...well a black void with a shitload of eyes and so is his form-while the God of their group is basically...imagine a Cat on 8legs with maybe more hidden but you can't know for sure because it's also very much on fire. So yeah, big black semi-shapeless void cat with many eyes which may or may not delve more into a general dragony-shape because I am weak and love dragon aesthetics (that's why semi-shapeless)

With that he is a lot more basic than some of the other abilities I gave to the rest (telekinesis, pack instincts aka control animals/beasts/monsters, magnetism, just control an entire tree and grow your own forest i guess-that stuff) considering he „only“ can shapeshift-which is more an extension of what Abyss gave him from the get-go, and he is really hard to kill and heals fast (which again is basically doubling down on Abyss' stuff-can you note that he gets more from Abyss who loves and cares for the child she was busy keeping alive than the God who he got thrown in front of and who may or may not even know his name? Idk if you can tell that Namir is supposed to be just somewhat off what is considered normal in many circumstances in terms of the whole power-stuff at least xp)

Namir kept his general snarkiness and distrust towards the world and habit of „grab everything possible because you might need it who knows when you can get it again“-which is fair enough for someone whose job it now is to go find work and by work I mean kill who or what other people want him to kill (is it a cockroach? Is it your local mayor? Or is it 2 rabid wyverns instead of one like you have been assured multiple times?) (also before i forget it-he very much does also do his best to charm people into trust him or at least being more open-he may not actually care for them but he'll be damned if he gets fucked over just because someone didn't like him a bit more-and hey, if he actually finds someone who turns out genuinely nice then all the better)

The last one was what has gotten his left shoulder (or part between shoulder joint and neck) torn up close enough where he almost lost his arm-he may have panicked a little about that while trying not to pass out from bloodloss-and failing.

He didn't loose the arm, which did it's best to go together again despite quite a lot missing, but he did loose a bit of every-day function and comfort (stiff joints, slower movement, hurts when strained and sometimes just because his body decides to be a shit).

Fun Fact: Such really shit injuries are also a more common problem with the group he was raised in since their increased God-magic-ness also means they are in general harder to kill; so while others may die in comfort they get to trod on with some new chronic pain or other problems. Namir again just always had more hardiness.

This has happened a while after he started meeting up with Garvin, who surprised him in the room Namir had boarded for the time it'd take him to put down then Wyvern(s).

It's also the first time Namir relented and let someone else take care of him and not just go lick his wounds alone or while trying to comfort someone else as well (progress-only some and god he will go back to his bad habits of „Everyone deserves comfort and something good-except for me, I have to be perfect at everything for the people I care about(not the rest though dont care about them let them rot)“ often enough)

btw, the way he actually stuck around Garvin was basically Namir annoying him into staying. Namir saw Garvin of the supposedly 2nd most stuck up God-part who is oh so great, ridding the world of such dangerous things as a big snake living in an uninhabitated swamp because the King of shit-lands thinks it doesn't look good there-anyhow, saw him be not so stuck-up and also be much more harsh about the lives they live (which isn't being some saint come on) and all that that Namir decided to see what all that is about (should also be noted that this is the first time Namir actually met anyone from this group, he just heard things about them and saw their leader when it was decided who had to be with which God)(that said Garvin is definitely more rough around the edges than most his colleagues-I mean, he is good with herbs and anything apothecary but decided not to use his new-magic for any of that because the people who put him through the God-transforming wanted him to. So he just...never uses his magic or knowledge because that would help them and affirm them in killing a bunch of people to get a couple with powers. Ignore the fact that he could make his own life easier etc etc thats character development to be done it's fine shush this is about Namir)

Now I mentioned the whole emotions made physical=demons stuff and this was one such situation where it did help Namir because that manifestation kept his arm together since he was so panicked about it.

In the same way if he were panic about someone getting hurt it'd make him throw himself in front of the danger in all the shapeless-eye filled-abyssal glory.

Or, you know, if he were to get up shortly after having another Gods power shoved into him, still being disorientated and in pain and just angry and frustrated because he can already tell who died and who is still struggling through and all that mess-that might eventually all bubble up when he goes visits his birthplace again and just seethes at the unfairness of it all (general hurt, no choice, childhoods taken away and so on) and just go on a rampage on the now-bandit-infested village.

Nowadays the island it was on has been declared cursed and no one wants to set a foot on it because Namir made sure no one that was on there stayed alive when he left after taking the rather unhealthy route of of venting his frustrations into the world.

That also may have messed him a little up because if such emotions being dragged into the forefront by something you can't control and has also been forced upon you then how the hell are you supposed to deal with them (other than ignoring anything and everything bad as before, just even more now because obviously he failed because he couldnt just ignore over a decade of hurt :) oops)

So yeah it's basically something made of „bad“ emotions (hurt pain fear etc) coming to the forefront when the person with it feels the same emotions.

Now that the demon stuff is out of the way-mostly; I am dear to the concept so idk if I'll sprinkle in more info that I may or may not have forgotten on the way-let's go more to Namir's design and weapons and stuff for the moment.

He uses two slightly curved swords which he keeps mostly hidden. One of them is quite a bit longer so it's less hidden than the shorter one. He of course also has a dagger or two strapped away underneath his jacket-just in case.

The most protection he really has and needs is his leather jacket and boots. He also wears some leather braces bound in cloth to hide the leather (leaning into false appearances a bit because to him that looked too much like someone battle-ready) which also serve to hide some markings left by Abyss which a couple of people may recognize as such.

Other than that the cloak I usually draw him with made it's appearance post Wyvern-fight. It keeps his bad arm (and thus weakness) hidden, brings some extra warmth and also brings in more fabric to hide weapons behind-or the bulk of his body if someone tries to hit him but instead only meets fabric.

Later on there is also a blue sash that he uses above and around his sword belt. Helps keep the swords more secure and also brings an extra bit of fabric between the leather and his skin (otherwise all between that would be a simple light shirt). And it gives me something to add Garvin's blue colour onto for relationship significance or something because that is absolutely a late-ish addition.

Another design note is that Namir usually kept his hair shorter, maybe up to neck but grew it out also post-Wyvern.

First because he couldn't get to it properly and refused to ask for help and later because he actually grew to like it that way. But yeah, most of its growth came from not being able to get to it either movement or pain wise and not wanting to find someone to do it for him. So at best he tried to keep it out of his face and just go on with life.

Back to colour-schemes: There actually isn't much of Abyss' scheme in his usual design(aside from said hidden markings but since I never drew that it doesn't count yet)-only the demon ones. However, the gold of his eyes is the colour I use for Chimera's powers. He gets to keep that colour constantly while with others it's not as prevalent or may only show when actually doing magic or whatnot.

Like I said previously, the scar on his upper lip was from a barfight in his teens or barely teens, and the shoulder one was from wyverns.

He also had a bit of his left ear taken out which further back hidden by hair nowadays continues as a scar. That one he got from missing an arrow which luckily did not get stuck in his brain.

Another one he also got by being too cocky is from the middle of his stomach down to his left hip, caused by a bandits dagger.

The rest so far at least are stray attacks from monsters or people but nothing I am really set on or thought of too much.

Now this is where my pc crashed and I didn't get to save so there is a page missing-aka either I will remember some information later or I will repeat stuff buuuuut let's go into just general fun fact that I couldn't think of off the top of my head and encountered later in all my saved files which are pure chaos

There is a bit of a conversation I noted down between Namir and Abyss just to get their voices down and also a better idea of the worlds' lore: Abyss „If you have power that can be influenced by emotions it's demonic. It's as simple as that.“ Namir „but the powers given to us by the Gods are also influenced by emotion. Especially for me and my siblings.“ Abyss „Just as demonic as what you always had. So congratulations; you are twice the demon as your siblings. Literally. Demons for this world are a simple thing really. They are emotions made manifest. All your anger and hatred and love and whatnot turned into one more shard making up all you broken people. There are better ways to achieve all that than to traumatize a bunch of kids but who am I to know, I only created it.“

A little trait I decided to give Namir is being a rather picky eater because he doesn't like mushy foods. Most fruits and vegetables are 50/50-he absolutely cuts around any blemishes on an apple, it doesn't matter that he can eat basically anything, he will not let that texture anywhere near his mouth thank you. I think as a kid who got to starve he'd actually quite like when he got hard bread for himself since that definitely won't be squishy.

Fun Fact: God powers or not, the people who got them can still get sick. With some it's often but barely noticeable, with Namir it's once a blue moon but if it hits it's there to stay and cause havoc. I mean it had to get through multiple defenses to it must be something hard hitting. That mixed in with the body prioritising healing more difficult and threatening things like an infection from a poisoned claw or something than something as common as a cold which is barely noticeable and doesn't register as a threat even makes for some fun times for Namir and his siblings who have similar problems when they actually do get to experience the joy of a flu or something.

Also Namir's batch was a bit of a more experimental one to see how much emotional control can be sustained and how much power can be gained. Didn't go great so it's generally more emotions with all the magic for all of them. One of his siblings, Missy, has magnetism powers which is fun to see when she is angry because there will be a knife or 10 floating around her ominously.

He is also rather stand-offish with the people in his groups older than him-mostly any authority figure While they all are basically a giant family or many medium families of a large group he just can't bring himself to fully believe there is such a thing as a goodfamily (yet) (and yes even with him as basically the parent because he is aware that he can't be that and he can't give enough) So even when they had homes and food and all he still went out to get extra food or blankets or whatnot and look for safe spots to run away to or others to hide in just in case

While it does take him a while to really trust somebody and be fine with them around in general or even near him, he is rather cuddly and touch-starved So if he does grow closer to someone you will either have him use you as a human blanket or be used as such

Another Namir line is: „The Gods don't care for people. Me being alive is proof enough of that“ Both in terms of him being allowed around despite being with Abyss And after the village-massacre the Gods still letting him be despite...all that slaughtering

also pretty sure sarcasm, snarkyness and resourcefullness runs in the family but that may just be because kid and teen Namir looked at a bunch of kids younger than him and went „Is anyone going to parent that?“ and didn't wait for an answer Not set on whether or not he actually would like being a parent because this all is just so much out of his control and him being a decent human being (I mean, I don't want kids but that doesn't mean I'd let one starve if I can help them, you know? I do however think he is good with kids. But the story never went into the direction of „Should I adopt a child?“ or into any AUs where I had to answer THAT question-he does love his siblings and other ppl and likes to make them happy and so on, but that is not something special or indicative of „adult with a job and a child, all willingly“ being an option? So yeah, I may know a lot about him but with that I think I'd go shrug and be „whatever fits the current thoughts I or you may have at the time“ and just not go further into it-for now...who knows)

Sooooooooooo....I did cut this down a lot over the days-and then bloated it out with pictures

But I hope you had fun with the biggest general oc-lore-dump I have made so far simply due to the amount that I think about Namir <-<' If you're wondering what got cut: General world lore and I ignored Namir's other cohorts and people he interacts with for the most part.

Anyhow, that's like 4.000 words of talking about Namir and such and then a couple more in this end bit so Hope you enjoyed, if you want more lore on anyone or anything else....be prepared for words I guess?

And lastely, with the talk about Namir being able to shapeshift (very limited) I also had to give him a small, not house sized-form...so

#txts #namir #asks #shadowy-dumbo-octopus #ocs #oc lore #take a shot every time i write supposed #long post #no like...seriously this has little pictures and shit #no overly detailed big things just doodled but still #art #it counts #and i am not putting my entire reference file on this post-i'll spare you that #you 'hi i want to know more about namir if you're willing to share :D'#me with a torn apart book looking slightly wild '....................................................................i might'#look i know you included worldbuilding thoughts #but if i put that in that'd double the text #so not yet-not all of it #just whats important to namir stuff #i rly should make an illustrated digital like book thingie or smth #for the aesthetics #and to keep information simplified for the public #also the last pic had to happen #namir-literally born basically cursed and later created to be a weapon #garvin holding him up like a noodle 'yes the most dangerous beast of them all-truly going to destroy us all'#i was about to say the only one who might outdramatic namir could be balgair bc i gave all my trans energy to them #but then i remembered basically everyone in namirs found family of fucked-up god powered people and #.....i think its in the genes #I'll leave it at this now #if i forgot smth or tumblr screws with it i'll be able to change it later

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