#Idle Huntress

[arisashes002]

1 - Mendel from Idle Huntress

[smokeybrandreviews]

Honey Trap Huntress

Azur Lane has been pretty quiet as of late. Not many Reruns or new Events. I mean, there have been and I've cleaned up or whatever but, so far this year, sh*t has been kind of sparse. Compared to last year, it’s been absolutely anemic. Now, I'm not too mad about it. I’ve been steadily trucking along, working on building up my SN dock, the Seasonal Cruise has gone a long way to finishing that sh*t up, and have even been dabbling with the Itais a bit, just to shore up time, but I'd be lying if i said it’s been rough going. I appreciate the ample opportunity to kind of catch up but, like, what’s up with a Shimakaze or Kronshtadt Rerun? I figure while i wait for Manjuu and Yostar to put out something worth doing, I'd tumble back down that Gacha rabbit hole and see what else is out there. What i ended up landing on was Idle Huntress: Adventure.

Idle Huntress is an unapologetic Waifu Collector. Every costume is Live 2D, the reason i opted to give this thing a shot in the first place, and the overall art is pretty solid. It’s only been a round for a year so the player base isn’t the highest but, at the same time, that means when you start, you have a solid show a developing your Roster fairly quickly. Kind of. I’ll get to hat in a minute. Huntress is an Idle type Gacha which means you accumulate rewards passively. The higher your overall level, he more time you can spend just stacking chips. I’m at level five right now and the max time i have to accumulate Idle rewards is sixteen hours. I read somewhere that it ops out at thirty-six or something but that’s another issue for later. Even though it is an Idle game, there are a ton of other things for you to do. There’s Arenas, Guild Raids, a story mode kind of, Boss Raids, Tower Attack, and a lot more. Beyond that, this thing has one of the deepest customization aspects I've seen in a Gacha. sh*t is a legit RPG in that way and it makes for some pretty time consuming tweaking. Idle Huntress is a JRPG Player’s dream but that sh*t will fast turn into a nightmare if you’re not careful.

he biggest thing holding Huntress back is that level wall. I’ve been playing this thing for six days and I've already got to a point where i can’t pas without dropping them duckets, and sh* ain’t cheap. I have a on of SSR Huntresses, a few f them leveled one hundred, one of them at level one hundred and thirty. I can’ get past the level ten boss. It’s insane. Literally, the way you add Stars, basically raise the overall Level Cap for your Huntress, is f*cking insane and absolutely forces you into a pay-to-win scenarios lest you be stuck grinding out the necessary Puzzle Pieces to actually improve your roster. When i started, i was gifted the SSR Octavia, who is absolutely broken, bu it has been a struggle getting her to four Stars. Bro, there’s six total! The overall cap is two hundred! I still have seventy levels to go and, with the escalation in cost to make these evolution happen, I'm looking at hundreds of dollars and a ridiculous amount of time if i want to max out the other twenty-one SSR Huntresses i have on my Roster! And the only reason Octavia is as far along as she is, is because i get her pieces for accomplishing tasks, LIKE COMPLETING LEVEL TEN! WHICH I CAN’T COMPLETE BECAUSE THE REST OF MY ROSTER IS WILDLY UNDER LEVELED! Also, there’s, like, no resources for this thing online. It’s like pulling eye teeth trying to figure out how to just navigate menus.

Overall, Idle Huntress is fine. It’s a nice waste of time but not something you should really invest in if you have issues with impulse control. his “game” will absolutely violate your pockets, man. The grind is fine until you hit that wall and then it’s just goddamn egregious. I heard Genshin does the same thing, kind of, but i don’t play that so i can’t say for sure. I can say, however, that Idle Huntress is a f*cking trap. It’s a money sink that appeals to the eechiest aspects of our weeaboo personalities. The art, live 2D, and overall RPG aspects are dope as f*ck. I’d be lying if i said i don’t find a weirdly satisfying sense of accomplishment when i level up a Huntress and finally beat a level I've been trying to conqueror for a few days, but f*ck that level wall to all hell. I think I've spent, like, forty bucks on this game and feel like that’s all i want to invest in it. I don’t see myself deleting the game because, let’s be honest, i only have to really log in for an hour a day to cash out the numerous rewards but, if i wasn’t invested in Octavius as a character, i would have dropped this thing day two. Idle Huntress is fine but probably not worth the install unless you can manage monotony as well as i can.

[deadbydangit]

Taking care of them when they're sick. Killers.

Trickster, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Huntress, Dredge (Platonic), Legion (Frank)

Trickster

Oh my God, please stop whining.

Ji-woon world's biggest baby.

If you get sick, he won't let you near him.

When he gets sick? Clingy, needy, brat.

Get me soup! I need more blankets! Don't leave me alone!

He's used to being pampered. So he expects you to do the same.

A sickening amount of cuddles. You aren't getting away.

You get sick? So what?

You get the honor of taking care of him.

When he's better, he'll be appreciative.

More snuggles, lots of kisses, lots of praise.

He may be annoying, but he really appreciates and craves attention.

Pyramid Head

He can't really get sick.

But he can get hurt.

Usually, his wounds close up pretty quickly.

But if he gets hurt real bad, he's going to need some help.

He isn't a huge fan of staying idle, so you're going to have to force him to rest.

He's very dedicated to his job, so keeping him still might prove a challenge.

Patch him up and clean his wounds.

Despite his lack of ability to show emotions or speak, it might seem like he's irritated.

He really isn't. Don't worry. It's actually a relief for him.

Oh, and, if possible, kiss the wound. That will really make his day.

As a token of appreciation, he'll pat your head and pet your hair. It isn't much, but it's how he shows his love to you.

Mastermind

Preposterous, he'd never get sick.

How dare you assume he's that weak.

He's Albert Wesker. He's the man that is going to shape the whole world in his image.

But, whether he likes it or not, he is sick.

The total opposite of Trickster.

A sick Wesker is a grouchy Wesker.

You're going to have to force him to stay in bed.

Because when this man gets sick, he really gets sick.

As independent as he wants to be, he needs help.

Because of the virus, he needs a lot more medicine than most to actually work.

Warm tea and enough medicine to drug an elephant usually does the trick.

After sleeping the full day he's usually recovered enough to start moving around again.

If you get what he gets, then of course he's going to complain.

"I was just fine on my own. Why can't you take better care of yourself? What would happen if I wasn't here?"

It's just his way of showing he cares and loves you.

Huntress

Oh, she's sick?

She never would've known

She's so used to taking care of herself that any sickness was ignored.

Anna doesn't mind how much you're taking care of you though. Even though she has no idea why you're fawning over her.

The attention and affection is more than welcome.

You might need to hide the medicine in a soup or something, because she won't take it otherwise.

She'd feel really bad if you caught whatever she had.

She would return the favor tenfold.

Home cooked soup. Hand hunted prey.

Lots of snuggles and kisses.

You're her little rabbit and she's going to take the best care of you.

Dredge (Platonic)

Probably shouldn't have eaten that.

Might've been one of the dead cows hanging from the trees in Coldwind.

Or maybe that horse?

Whatever he ate, it's making him really sick.

He's spewing up random objects that he's eaten throughout his lifetime.

A lot of objects that have been missing throughout history.

Airplanes, historical objects, some bodies, etc.

The biggest challenge with him is stopping him from eating more or everything he just spit up.

He is, quite literally, a bottomless pit. So safe to say he is hungry.

A hungry Dredge is not a happy Dredge.

After a day or so he'll be feeling better and willing to eat everything again. Just not the things that made him sick. He's learnt his lesson.

He'll find you some little trinkets to show his appreciation.

Just don't be offended if it's something gross. He's really trying.

Legion (Frank)

He's a stubborn little shit.

"I'm not sick. Shut up!"

It's going to take you and the rest of the Legion to make him take a day off.

"Fine. Whatever."

But he actually wanted to take the day off. He just couldn't let the others see him as weak and lazy.

This was all your idea.

Frank hates tea and soup. He'd rather have soda and crap food.

Well, tough, because that's not what you're eating right now.

And he does not cover his mouth when he coughs or sneezes. It's your own damned fault if you get sick.

He secretly loves all the attention and he really does feel like crap.

"Hey, I'm cold, come here."

You have no choice in that. You're going to have to snuggle with him till he falls asleep.

And, you are going to catch what he has.

He'll be the one taking care of you.

He knows he's the reason and he does feel bad.

He might not be the best at helping you, but he's really trying his best.

And it's all for you.

[choco-pudding]

The Vampire Dies in no Time, Chapter 215. Read text from right to left, do not repost.

(Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Plain text below

Death 215: An Old Blood Gathering in the World of Eternal Night.

p. 39

Somewhere near Shin-Yokohama, Old Blood vampires gather.

Fwoooooo

Icy smile lord, Northdin Has a powerful charm ability that can captivate anyone. Can also manipulate the cold and freeze anything. A formidable old blood vampire.

Tap

p. 40

Northdin: "Good grief, am I the first to arrive? Draus called me over…"

Rise

Necro-Dealer, Elder Said he can easily create and manipulate a near endless army of ghouls. A formidable Old Blood vampire.

Slump

Elder: "Hey, Northdin, how have you been fairing?" Northdin: "! Elder…" Elder: "Have you grown tired of immortality yet? I'll spare no expense on acquiring your corpse if you have. " Northdin: "Quit it, your necromancy jokes are beyond tiresome." Northdin: "And you're having a ghoul act as your proxy, even at one of our gatherings? Lazy shut-in." Elder: "Oh, how rude of me."

p. 41

Snap Split

Elder: "It's simply too much of a hassle to travel on my own… I'll remain in this shell tonight, but know I'm here nonetheless." Ishikana: "Just what are you doing, are you aware of how grotesque that look?" "No matter the circumstance, you guys never change.

Sizzle Burn

The Immortal Flame, Ishikana Controls fire, bane of their kin, with ease. Sets ablaze to combatants and compatriots alike. A formidable Old Blood vampire

Ishikana: Ah, it seem the raven has arrived."

p. 42

Solar Eclipsing Raven, Ventrue Capable of transforming into an ominous six-winged raven. Can outpace the sun. A formidable Old Blood vampire.

Fwoosh

Elder: "Making a flashy entrance as usual I see~. show off." Ventrue: "Hmph, I do as I like. Now, why did Draus summon us to such a seedy place? Northdin: "It's his current fixation" Elder: "You're one to talk, by the way, how's that huntress fairing?" Ventrue: "I have nothing to say about that!" Draus: "Ah, Ventrue, it's been quite some time!"

Lean

Ventrue: "! Draus..."

p. 43

Draus?: "What a wonderful night too, such a beautiful full moon! It's dazzle rivals that of a woman's breasts~!" Ventrue: "Dra-Draus?" Draus: "Who says that!!!?" Dicknea: "Apologies, Apologies, I didn't mean to be rude, just having a bit of gentlemanly fun."

Shifting Shadow: Dick Can Effortlessly transform into all sorts of things, be it beasts, insects, plants, fog, or even the moon. A formidable Old Blood vampire.

[Most likely Draus]: "Is everyone here? I see Yo… That Yellow… he didn't show up."

That Yellow ← (Mr Lewd Talk)

Northdin: "He was invited!? If he shows up, I'll kill him." [Most likely Dicknea]: "I rather enjoy that vampire's company though [Most likely Draus]: …Well then, let's go inside.

And with that, "the Old Blood Meeting" has begun.

p. 44

But it's just a front for idle chit-chatting.

Draus: "Now, let us begin the council of ancient vampires!" Dicknea: "For tonight's topic, I propose "favorite breast shapes."

Conial, hemispherical, triangular.

[Most likely Draus]: "What kind of discussion topic is that!?" Draus: " This is a noble vampire gathering, the topic should mirror our awe!" Ishikana: "And we've had these gatherings for how long now? We've already exhausted all meaningful topics." [Unknown]: "We've mostly been lazing about since peace was achieved." Ishikana: "How about 'recent home appliances purchases." Draus: "That's… not awe inspiring… maybe… is it?" Dicknea: "A while back, I bought some silicone breasts that made for excellent pudding molds." [Most likely Draus]: "I thought I told you to hush!! That's not that even an appliance."

p. 45

Ventrue: "Hmph, centuries passed and you still lack even a shred of decency. As for me, I recently obtained a 'toaster oven.' Bread cooked in it is delicious, fresh or reheated."

Ding!!

[Unknown]: "What are you, an old lady?" [Unknown]: "An old lady with a daily cooking blog?" Ventrue: "I'm answering in accordance to tonight's topic, so don't talk smack!! If you despise it so much, then pick a different topic, Draus! Draus: "Oh, ah, um." Draus: "Fav… 'favorite dog breed." [Unknown]: "What are you, an old dog lady?" [Unknown]: "An old lady that visits a dog park two to three times a week." Draus: "WEH!" Northdin: "How about 'favorite duel against a hunter.' in regards to our conflicts with humans, I’m certain we have no shortage of stories to tell."Draus: "As expected of Northdin!" Elder: "Ah, like that story I heard not too long ago about how lil' Northy here was forced to wear a bikini by the Shin-Yoko hunters before they sent him flying." Northdin: "Octo-headed ghoul, I'll kill you! It was a corset and I was not 'sent flying!" Elder: "Aah, my deepest apologies, Icy Smile Lord." Northdin: "You're awfully chatty for a fossilized shut-in who only recently lost his cherry!" Elder: "There's a video on it floating about in Nūtube's huntersphere, you should subscribe to their channel." Northdin: "Which NūTuber, I’ll cut off their internet connection with a blizzard!"

Absolute ruckus

p. 46

Northdin: " Moreover, how does Elder know about that In the first place, Draus?" Draus: "N-no... comment..." Ishikana: "Anyway, has anyone neared death at the hands of a hunter recently? Or is that a rarity nowadays?" Ishikana: "You guys, have any of you nearly died recently?" Elder: "Oh, I suppose that's one interpretation of awe." Dicknea: "Only about 3.5 time surprisingly." Ventrue: "Just the other day I was nearly hit by an airplane!! The skies are too crowed now!!" [Unknown]: "Just because you can fly so high doesn't mean you should."[Unknown]: "You'd cause a major wreck if you get sucked into the plane's jets." Dicknea: "A few days ago, during a raging rainstorm, I thought I saw an erotic book at sea and nearly went in after it. [Unknown]: "Shut the hell up!" [Unknown]: "Don't die over something so pathetic!" Ishikana: "Sometimes I choke on the tapioca while mindlessly drinking bubble tea. It’s always when I least expect it, too." [Unknown]: "That sounds like an old lady problem." [Most likely Ventrue]: "Those kind of drinks are out of style, granny. Elder: "Speaking of style, I just remembered something." Draus: "Oh?"

p. 47

Elder: A young vampire, rather, my grandson, told me that black cloaks are 'lame' now. Is that true?"

Black cloak Black cloak Black cloak Black cloak Black cloak Black suit

Ventrue: "No, it's not, it just depends on who's wearing It." Northdin:"Hmm, whether or not it's lame all comes down to a vampire's personal taste." Draus: "It's traditional fashion, more people need to understand that."Ishikana: "The black cloak is an iconic symbol of vampirism. Dicknea: "That's just how young people are." Elder: "Well, mine's 'unique' as a robe so it doesn't apply to me regardless." [Unknown]: "Hey, you're the one who started this conversation!"[Unknown]: "That's like comparing an onigiri to a rice ball, there's barely a difference!" Northdin: I wear a long coat, so I suppose that makes me the most stylish one here." [Unknown]: "Sure you are, Mr. long-term middle school syndrome." [Unknown]: "Okay, Mr. Final Fantasy Reject." Northdin: "I'll freeze you all Into popsicles!"

p. 48

Draus: "I bought this trendy vest not long ago." [Unknown]: "How are you this much of an old man!!" [Unknown]: "That's something old men wear right when they hit 70 or 80 years old!" [Unknown]: "What do you need so many pockets for? House keys? Blood Bons?

*^ A sweet similar to bontan rice candies for vampires.

Draus: "Enough, back to formidable topics! More topics that match our vampiric awe!!" Ishikana: "How's this, 'humans have become far too conceited nowadays." [Most likely Draus]: "Yes, a worthy topic for us awe inspiring vampires!! Northdin: "On that note… The night's far too bright in these modern times. To invade our territory with those vulgar lights, it is absurd. It's also inconvenient when hunting prey." Ventrue: "Agreed, even the backlights in blood pack vending machines are obnoxiously bright, it ticks me off. Only us vampires need it, so they should reduce the amount of light it produces."

Shine

[Most likely Draus]: "I-isn't that a little off topic? Elder: "There's someone who always dislikes and leaves rude comments on my videos, I hope someone splits their ass in half and they die!" [Most likely Draus]: "That's completely off!! Go back to being awe inspiring!!" Elder: "Fine, I'll drop the vulgarity. I hope that foolish person dies with their legs split wide open." [Most likely Draus]: "That's still bad! And a bit, you know..."

p. 49

Dicknea: "Is it me or has censorship in erotic manga gotten unnecessarily stricter with each passing year? It's for adults after all" [Unknown]: Is everything you output lewd?"

Topic → Dicknea → Lewd

Dicknea: "Of course not. In fact, I support curating separate spaces, it allows for non-conformity and a more unique erotic world." Draus: "Stop it, I get it!! Let's discuss something cool, now!!!" Elder: "If we were to form a band, what would our band name be?[Unknown]: "What brought this up!?Elder: "Bands are cool, are they not?" Elder: "Draus you can be out lead vocalist. You're such a talented singer after all." Draus: "Huh… Me? Me, as the frontman? truly?" Elder: "For sure." Ishikana: "If Draus is the lead, then we should name it after him. We can be The Dora*mons." [Unknown]: That reference is so outdated, do you even known the interests of today's youth!!!? Ishikana: " I know they read Champion." Ishikana: "At seven we'd have the right amount of members, too…" Draus: "Huh?" Ishikana: "Ah." [Unknown]: "Right, there's only six of us. Since he (Mr. Lewd Talk: Hahaha) isn't here... No it's for the best that he isn't here."

p. 50

[Unknown]: "Yeah, he emits a horrendous air about him just by existing! We would have been stopped at the entrance!!" [Unknown]: "Agreed." [Unknown]: "Not that is matters now." [Unknown]: "Splitting it rounds it up to 18,334 yen per person, right?"[Northdin]: "That seems fair enough." [Unknown]: "Will you hand them back the bill, Northdin?"

Beam

[Northdin]: "Pantsuits have a deep sense of erotism."

."

Mr. Lewd Talk Wielder of a potent hypnosis that forces people to speak the language of lewd talk. A formidable Old Blood vampire.

Death 215: End

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Translator's notes:

There's a lot this time.

畏怖, translated here mostly as "awe," is awe in the fearful sense.

Page 45 Northdin is literally saying he was forced to wear "bondage." However, in Japanese, "bondage" is more commonly used today in reference to fashion (i.e. clothing made of leather/ rubber) rather than a restraining tool. "Corset" was chosen because it's the closest thing to what he was wearing and let's him keep some dignity.

If you're not in the known, Elder is a NuTuber and I'm 75% sure he's alluding to his own channel.

As a reminder, Ishikana's gender is a self-admitted "secret." They're called both masculine and feminine terms in other chapters, so don't take them being called an "old lady/obachan" here too seriously.

Page 48

Original text is comparing onigiri to omusubi.

Page 49

Draus's name is phonetically "Dorasusu" in Japanese, hence Dora*mon. The Doraemons, a spin off of Doraemon, does in fact have a group of seven Doaemons in it.

[redacted-muses]

@small-red-rose

As much as Raven hates to admit it, she's beginning to get a little stir-crazy in Vacuo. Spending time helping Aurora learn to use her magic more proficiently takes up some of her time, sure, but that isn't all day or even every day.

She hates sitting around idle. Idleness prompts all those awful thoughts you've been avoiding to start bubbling to the surface. She needs things to do, and she knows just who might have some options. The question will be whether or not Ruby gives her the time of day.

Raven makes her way to the young Huntress's presence, but doesn't immediately approach. She knocks on something to make her presence known, then waits for a reaction.

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 16

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers | Themes: angst, guilt, fluff

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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"Stalker" Tara wants to do some research.

Tara wasn't one for idleness. She enjoyed constant company, chatter, and  entertainment. Finding out her new best friend had a massive crush was a thrill that topped all the rest lately. Just what type of person was he? She determined in her mind to find out and learn more about him, just for safety sake. Although, her fellow huntress had conveniently refused to tell her the name of the flower shop. It took some investigation, but eventually she had narrowed it down to two options. The amount of male-owned floral shops were slim to none within an hour circumference.

Time to take a trip!

Early on a late-summer morning, she set out to hunt the man down. Her first stop was an ornate shop on the west side of Linkon, ‘the fancy district’ as she referred to it. Expensive florals swathed in brilliant silks and ornaments decorated the large place, known most greatly for its extravagant wedding arrangements. In short time, she had her answer. This was the wrong place -leaving one last location on her list, which was on the other side of town. The much smaller shop, “Philo,” had no website, no social media presence. It existed only as a blip in an old map and word-of-mouth.

Upon entering, she admired the florals and quaint aesthetic. To her shock, the man who appeared to greet her not the man her friend had described, but an all-too-familiar blonde headed, blue-eyed hunter, wearing a dark apron over casual clothes. 

“Oh! It's you!” She exclaimed, her cheery voice filling the whole shop.

For just a moment Tara wondered if somehow her thoughts were misplaced, now thinking, Does she actually have a crush on Xavier? Then she recalled the image she had been shown at their lunchtime exchange and shook off the thoughts.

"Xavier, is this your side job? Who knew!"

“Oh... no.” The man look a little awkwardly away, but smiled. It was different to see him not so 'standoffish' as people in the office liked to refer to him as. Though their fellow hunters regarded him highly, everyone knew how anti-social he was. “I'm just filling in for a friend today.” He finished.

“Really!! Oh, so is your friend the owner of this place? That’s cool! Where’s he at?”

He set the mister on a shelf and yawned. "He was tired today.”

She giggled. "Xavier, you're one to talk! You know your partner always tells me you pretty much sleep anywhere and everywhere, anytime you get!"

Before Xavier could respond to that, she gabbed on.

"So, are you getting paid? Must be nice! Oh my gosh, wait, she was right your eyelashes are totally blonde!"

"... What?"

Xavier shifted uncomfortably, hand reaching up to the back of his neck awkwardly. 

She couldn't read him really, just that he was awkward as usual. Once again, before he could say anything else, she interrupted any possibility of him getting a word in.

“Wait, can you help me then? I was going to get something here for our teammate, you-know-who. I was thinking something cute for her desk! Ah, your shared desk? Her side? I was thinking something small and pretty. Or maybe something large and elegant! Like a huge lily! Wait, should I wait for the owner to return? You wouldn't know would you? Do you know when he'll be back?"

Xavier couldn't take it. “Let me check the back and see if he's around…” He said, leaving in such haste he nearly knocked a large pot over.

While she waited, she shopped around, finally settling on what to get her colleague as an excuse to be in the shop. She has no idea what her friends’ crush could be up to. As her thoughts wondered, she heard a noise from the door leading to the back that startled her. Xavier emerged from behind the door, carrying the half limp form of another man. The sight made her gasp softly. Honey brown curls. That had to be him - and he was passed out.

"Oh no! Is that your friend? Is he ok? Is he drunk??"

"Can you get the door?"

Placement-wise, he was her superior and sort of a legend, she didn't bother to question him when given a command.

"Do you need help? Are you sure he doesn't need first aid?" She said. It secretly occurred to her to text her friend, but only after making sure the man was ok.

"Actually..." Xavier started, glancing behind him and adjusting the man's arm over his, then flinging his whole limp body over his shoulder. "Can you lock up? I need to take him home. I think his keys are..." He fished around the mans pocket with a free hand with some effort and handed it to her.

"O-Of course! But...if these are his keys, then how will you-?" 

"His spare. Sorry, I'll see you."

Tara felt the wind rush through her short strands and Xavier was gone with a flash of light and a gust of wind. Having received no other explanation, she was left alone, dumbfounded, with only instructions. She figured out how to switch the lighted "open" sign off, and fumbled through the sets of keys until finding the one that worked. It felt strange to hold a physical key, she wasn't sure if she'd actually ever used one before. It felt a little fun and retro.

When she was sure the door was secure, she picked up her mobile device and contacted her friend.

---

"Whathappened?" Her fellow huntress and best friend asked, sliding into the booth at the cafe they agreed to meet at. As Tara relayed the events of the morning, her hands rose to her mouth, a pensive expression as she sat incredulously.

There were many things she couldn't wrap her head around, from the fact that Tara went through the trouble of finding out where her crush worked, and then the fact that Xavier was there helping, and finally that Jeremiah was not in good condition.

"I don't know! At first Xavier said that the owner was out, and then that he was in the back, and then he didn't really say anything! He did not look good let me tell you. I'm kind of worried myself.”

It hadn't exactly been a good first impression, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. She thought if Xavier was handling it, then it should be fine. Although, it was her friend’s crush, and if she had an opportunity to find out more about him, even if it was information that might encourage her friend not to pursue him, then she figured it was better to let things happen that way. After all, her cards that morning had told her so.

Tara placed a rather old-fashioned-looking set of keys in front of them on the table they were seated at. Gingerly, her friend picked it up and ran a thumb over the leather strap holding the keys together. It had his name engraved on it.

"I'll make sure I get it to him. Thank you, Tara."

[wildstar25]

idle thought: when did Arsay first find out about huntspeak? About it being an old traditional miqo'te thing etc? (also how does she feel about the whole idea of miqo'te tradition stuff just generally, is it something she's curious about, something she wishes she'd learned about growing up, or is she largely indifferent about the whole being miqo'te-ness, her place in the whole keeper-seeker dichotomy and all that?)

Oh great question! Well, she sure as hell did not learn it from Emrara. Despite traveling with Arsay's parents for X number of years, Emrara never really picked up that much knowledge about Miqo'te tribe culture and customs. I think Arsay would have first heard traditional Miqo'te huntspeak during her first trip to the Forgotten Springs while she searched for the former company of hero's member U'odh Nunh. Most likely she overheard some of the huntresses chattering to each other about a pack of sand worms roaming too close to camp. She was definitely curious but felt strange asking about it directly, so she kept to herself and carried on her task of earning a favour for the U tribe Nuhn.

This is a common trend for Arsay and learning about the culture. She's so curious, she wants to know so much, but its difficult for her to broach the topic. Not only does she not even know what she doesn't know, there's also lot of hesitancy to "outting" herself as an ignorant miqo'te. Like, every Miqo'te she interacts with treats her like a normal person, they assume she has a similar experience, base knowledge, etc. She doesn't want to risk breaking that illusion, she doesn't want to be seen as an outsider instead of a peer. So she doesn't question. She nods when people assume she's from the shroud, because I guess technically she is?? on her mom's side? She doesn't want to give them an opening to scrutinize or reject her for being different. She had enough of that growing up. Arsay loves being a Miqo'te. She loves her fluffy tail, her sharp teeth, being able to see so well in the dark, how easy it is for her to climb trees, hear from such long distances away. But she's never fully felt like a miqo'te. She doesn't feel tethered to Azyma or Menphina. Despite learning her father was from the U tribe, she doesn't consider them family. She wanders through the black shroud a stranger, wondering if she'll ever into another keeper with the same family name as her. She doesn't really know if she needs miqo'te tradition in her life, but she wonders if knowing something might make her feel a little more whole. That's why it made such an impact to befriend G'raha when she did. When he talked about his difficulties growing up away from his tribe, being bullied for his heterochromia (something that is generally seen auspicious in seeker culture actually!), it made Arsay feel safe enough to reveal she grew up outside of a traditional Miqo'te clan. They bonded over how little they knew about themselves. Even when Arsay asked a dumb question, he explained what he could without making her feel bad. This is when she probably would have asked him about huntspeak as well. A great lead up to G'raha teaching Arsay how to shoot a bow and arrow the way he was taught before being sent away.

And a similar connection point happened again when Arsay found out Y'shtola also grew up isolated from her tribe. Granted Y'shtola still knew a hell of a lot more than Arsay ever could, but it was something. A bit of security that Arsay didn't have to save face all the time

Now a days, Arsay's learned quite a lot from both her seeker partners and it's made her really happy! She's much more comfortable being a miqo'te living outside of tradition, especially since she feels like she's made her own tribe that can have it's own customs (even if some are technically south seas lalafel).

[betustamorla]

Me talking more about writing my Batman fic, but you can apply it to any fandom/no-fandom writing

I have fallen to the realization that I'm writing on the "I can fix him/her" trope. I think I already vaguely knew it but had left it in the back of my mind, and now it has come back in full force, which made me make some considerations:

What drove me to write this fic.

The general attraction and misconception of the "Fix 'em" trope.

How re-discovering it made me realize how I can make it better.

Any insights, contradictions, or thoughts on this are welcome.

Keep reading down if you are interested in my breakdown of these 3 points:

1) Motivations to write your own Fic

1.1) I think I was reading an OCxJason arkhamverse fic and finding it interesting for a couple of chapters but then it fell flat for me. First, it was the flatness of the OC in the long run. Second, Jason's portrayal wasn't bad but at times the way the author's ideas felt to be superimposed over him. Third, the same happened to the rest of the characters, making it feel like all characters, in a sense, were the same. Just to clarify, I'm not saying this author should feel ashamed or stop writing, what I'm saying is that they should keep writing and gaining experience. And I hope they do and get better.

1.2) And so I thought for a while what kind of character could have a nice chemistry with Jason, as in comics there really hasn't been one to have any clear romantic interests until lately with Artemis (which honestly I'm not too familiar with, I stopped reading DC sometime along the New 52). All kinds OCs that I thought of fell kind of flat, so I started thinking through the characters of DC that I'm familiar with, specifically the Gotham ones. And Huntress showed up, and I could see something there. So then the story surged.

2) I CAN FIX THEM!

Ah, this good al' trope. Where do we start? Right!

2.1) The attraction to it.

Well, I think it's not hard to see its appeal, by both female and male standards. We see a broken person (because this can be applied to IRL situations as well)/character with some attractive/redeeming qualities and we go; "They just need some compression and love". And there's nothing wrong with that, but the problem is when we or our characters fall into the "saviour complex". Which is very annoying and counterproductive, but oh so tempting to fall into and develop a fantasy of it.

2.2) The misconceptions and bad usage of it.

So we fall into this trap of wanting to help someone be/feel better, which again, there's nothing wrong about wanting that for someone else's sake. But here is the point of it, for the sake of that person, not our own. Here is the misconception of the trope, that when character A falls into the savior complex, character B will; 1) React to it in a positive way since the start, 2) Will resist it, but then "realize" character A is their only hope.

In the end, why this trope is so ill-reputed and annoying is simply because it falls into the fantasy realm (by that I don't mean the elves, dragons, magic, etc.). And I don't know about you, but most of my idle fantasizing is pretty damn dumb and not worth sharing. This Fix 'Em thing, is so unrealistic and unrelatable that ends up being unimaginative and lacks the fleshing out of human nature and psychology.

But there is a way in which this trope can be entertaining, and that is when character A, the "saviour", is made to realize that it doesn't work like that. We, as humans, can't "Fix" someone else. We are all broken, some more than others, and real love isn't about "Fixing" the other person. It's about accompanying them through the brokenness. Let's use a raging current of water as an example:

We all need saving, and pretend that we can pull out someone else out of the raging current while we ourselves are in it as well, is- well, it's just silly. What we can do, is help the other keep afloat and together paddle towards a less swallowing current. But be mindful that sometimes the other person, you just aren't strong enough to help keep afloat and they first have to stop trying to drown you with them, because as strong swimmer you are, you'll both drown if one of the two keeps flailing or pushing you underwater.

Also in some cases, I find that the "saviour" isn't that at all, they just end up bending to the will and justifying the actions of the messed-up character, which is one of the worst results of this trope.

3) How it can be a relatable engaging plot point

So this, I still am working on and I don't know if I'll succeed. But here are my intentions and ideas about some developments/resolutions.

3.1) Make both characters be vulnerable and mistaken. This one is an almost obvious one, but easily forgone one when one falls into the "fantasizing" writing. One of the characters, usually the one which the writer projects themselves more into, is too strong, too infallible. They might have flaws, trauma, struggles, etc. But they are able to overcome it fast, easily, and with almost no-to little help from others.

3.2) Make the "Saviour" character fall flat into their face, realizing how selfish and toxic the dynamic turns out to be. So they stop and try to figure out their own mess before pretending to be capable of "fixing" the other.

3.3) Ending: The realization that the "Saviour" character needs to do is to make the other able to not depend/be near them. I think this is the crucial one because this creates to choice for both of them to be together, instead of needing to. The "Saviour" becomes the one who waits, the one who hopes, but can do no more than that.

3.4) Another Ending: The twist, the "Saviour" becomes the executioner. This might be allegorical or literal. This means; that character A realizes that, forget about saving/helping B, this psycho needs to be stopped one way or the other. And the regret of how A's actions might have furthered the harm done by the other. This one, I believe is kind of common, and so has become kind of boring. But then again, it falls too into the talent of the writer to make it more appealing and realistic than a mere caricature.

The END of this post.

It's just some thoughts on the top of my head about writing. There probably are articles, posts, and whatnot on this topic better than mine, but here is my grain of sand. Feel free to add, contradict, or ask about any point of this post. Any polite discussion is always helpful/insightful.

-Morla, The Ancient One

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 6)

--== Table of Contents ==--

They were backstage, with Ms. Primrose. Continuing the tour, letting them see the activity that take place after an event. The chatter was idle, with Yang asking various questions. Pyrrha mainly kept to herself. Her mind occupied with memories of Jaune, both in the good times and bad. Yang's hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts.

“Are you okay, P-money?”

“Yes, I'm fine.” Pyrrha replied. “Just thinking...”

“About VB?”

“VB? Who is that, if you don't mind me asking.” Jade cut in.

“Jaune.” Yang responded, “It's a nickname from when we went to school together.”

“Interesting. You went to school with Golden Boy? How was he back then?”

“Goofy, dorky, but a guy with a golden heart.” Yang offered, before asking, “So what is it with everyone hating on him? I mean, just about everyone almost loved him when he was in school.”

“It is partially because he publicly jumped from Gold to Fall as a sponsor; and his aura.”

“What do you mean?” asked Pyrrha.

“He has almost double the amount anyone else has. So he's near unbeatable in a straight-up throw down. He lost a fair bit in the beginning, due to a lack of grappling skills, but as soon as he was head-hunted, he got good, and has basically been nearly undefeated since.”

“Okay. So answer me this. What it with needing a gym sponsor?” Yang questioned.

“It is partly for health reasons. We vet the gyms, training methods, drug policies, and such. So if a gym sponsors a fighter then we know they are competently trained, healthy and are clean.” Jade answered, “In fact, we only offer contracts to gyms. We have about half a dozen right now, with a few more just starting the vetting process.”

“So the gyms are the ones who choose the competitors?” inquired Pyrrha. “How do you set up matches?”

“The gyms give us a roster of their available registered fighters.” Jade responded. “We then match up based on win-loss records with us, and weight classes. If you do decide to join up, it will be at the discretion of your sponsoring gym when or if you are ready to compete.”

“Then why are you speaking to us? If it's all up to the gyms?” asked Pyrrha.

“We have agreements to scout possible talent, and to inquire about their interest in taking part.” Jade offered, “If they are, we act as an intermediary between potential talent and the gyms.”

“Seems awfully complicated.” commented Yang.

“It is, but it works to everyone's benefit. The gyms make sure fighters are trained and healthy, we make sure the fighters are given fair deals, and fighters have options if there are disputes.”

“What do you think P-money? Because I'm thinking of joining after this next batch of missions is up.”

“It's interesting. I need to...” Pyrrha stopped when she saw Cinder Fall approaching. She was in a professional looking pantsuit with matching handbag.

“Ms. Primrose, Ms. Xiao Long, and Ms. Nikos. It is a pleasure to see you. Are you interested in competing?”

“Not for me, looks fun, but still have huntress duties to fulfill.” Yang replied.

“Maybe.” Pyrrha responded.

“Well, if you do choose to join, feel free to drop by and check out my facilities.” Cinder pulled a couple business cards out, and held it out to the pair of huntresses. “We would be delighted to have you join our roster. That is, if you do wish to pursue this opportunity.”

“Thank you.” the huntresses spoke in unison.

“Well, I wish you the best for the remainder of the night, and hope to see you visit my facilities in the near future.”

“I think...” Pyrrha started.

“Auntie Cinder!” sounded out behind the group of four women, stopping any further conversations. “Auntie Yang?”

Pyrrha's heart jumped to her throat. He had stopped when he saw her, the precious eight-year-old, her little Azalea; holding his hand, held still by his firm grip.

“Daddy?” Az asked, looking up at her father, not entirely sure why he was preventing her from going to see her aunties.

“Pyr?” Jaune asked.

“Jaune.” Pyrrha responded.

"Mommy?" Azalea asked, her bright blue eyes growing wide with excitement.

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2023 - Free Day 2 - 10. Nuhn Characters: Nyx Blackmoon, Aemilia sas Valentina Rating: Teen Summary: Garleans engage in a little strong arm negotiating. Notes: This takes place well before ARR or 1.0. I might expand this later. Thanks to @yzeltia for today's prompt of Nuhn

Aemilia sas Valentina sat relaxedly in her chair, watching as the leader of the Dodo tribe, Master Huntress D'sheen Orak marched in smartly. On one side of her was the newly appointed Chief, D'tel Nunh, and on the other, her First, D'len Barr. All three Miqo'te marched in in formation, and D'sheen came to a stop in front of Aemilia's table, and executed a stiff Garlean salute with a bow.

Nyx stood at attention behind Aemilia, and off to her right, staring at the opposite wall. They could see the whole room without turning their head or even moving their eyes. They had been briefed on the nature of the meeting, and being as they had no part to play in it besides being a guard, they saw no reason to respond to anything going on.

They did make an idle mental note however that D'tel kept glancing their way. He was unarmed, however, and Nyx did not think them a threat to either themself or anyone else in the room.

"Greetings, honored guests," said Aemilia. "I am so glad you were able to take time out of your busy schedule to make time for the Empire. Please, have a seat."

D'sheen's eyebrows knitted as her gaze tightened, but she slowly and carefully sat herself down in the seat across from Aemilia, her eyes locked on the other woman the whole time. Her seat was smaller and less ornate than Aemilia's, and there was no seating available for her escort, so they took up position to stand on either side of her.

Aemilia for her part was all relaxed smiles and loose posture.

"The Dodo trrribe is honored for the invitation," said D'sheen stiffly. "Though if I may be blunt, you find us in a moment of crrrises."

D'tel was now looking steadily at Nyx, a frown on his forehead, his eyes flicking back and forth across their facial features. They continued to ignore him.

Aemilia was about to speak, when D'tel suddenly took a step towards Nyx, his fists clenching at his sides.

"That's her!" he spluttered. "That's the woman who killed the Chief!"

D'sheen snapped her head to the side. "D'ten, contrrrol yourself!" she snapped. She looked over at Nyx, and as she did, her eyes widened just a little. "...half-moon face of a Keeper," she said quietly, almost to herself. She turned to Aemilia. "Is that trrrue?" she demanded.

Aemilia's smile grew. "Why, yes, and that is the crux of the reason of why we have called you here."

D'sheen's already tense posture stiffened further. "Please explain."

Aemilia leaned back in her chair. "On behalf of the Garlean empire, I would like to extend our sincerest apologies vis-à-vis the current misunderstanding."

D'tel looked at her, shocked, and he took a step back to his prior spot, but his fists remained clenched. D'len, for her part, rested one hand on top of the book that sat at her hip, and kept a wary eye settled on Nyx.

"Misunderstanding? D'tel's father was an honored member of our trrribe, our Nuhn. Why would the Empire have any need to see him dead?"

"Ah, yes. You see, we caught him trading with the local beastkin tribe without going through one of our officers. Only barely a crime in and of itself, as you know, little need to do anything except bring him in for questioning and give him a warning. Except he was doing so under such tight secrecy, that we thought he was perhaps dealing with crystals. Our investigation found likewise, and so we acted swiftly, so as to stymie the possible summoning of one of the dread Eikons."

D'len made a pained noise as Aemilia confirmed the death of who, if the intelligence provided to Nyx was correct, was her father. Father to D'len and D'tel both, and others besides. Aemilia ignored her as she continued on.

"Imagine our surprise when he turned out merely to be dealing in medicines! Why, surely you can imagine our embarrassment. Hence why we are here, now, to offer our full and proper apologies. And perhaps, shall we say, negotiate a way forward to prevent such misunderstandings from happening in the future."

D'ten was trembling, now. D'len had not responded since her initial exclamation, and now stood stiffly, staring past Nyx and Aemilia both. Of the two, Nyx estimated D'tel to be the younger, by a good decade. Probably the one with poorer impulse control. The future possibilities did not collapse to violence, however, so Nyx stayed as they were.

D'sheen's hands now gripped her knees as her eyes narrowed, her voice strong and clear as she spoke. "And what does the Empire prrropose to that end?"

"Well. Simply put, in this case, we were working off of poor information! I think the solution is obvious. We simply need to integrate the Dodo tribe further into society. A few additional observers, nothing onerous, of course. We'd be assigning a few of our military to do the job. You can think of them as... additional advisors, much like the two you saw fit to bring to this meeting. They will help with economic matters, and the Empire will see that your people are fed and taken care of. They will watch over exports and imports to make sure nothing of this nature happens again. Of course, since we would be lending you some of our military might, we would need to ask something in return. Say, one in every four of your vaunted huntresses. Just to help with staffing."

D'sheen's jaw dropped. "You ask too much!"

"I ask for very little, I think you will find. You can, of course, reject our generous offer and make a counter-proposal if you like. Mind, there are those who think you unworthy of inclusion in the Empire, or tolerance of your people at all. Oh, to be certain, the Elezen and Hyur clearly are, and the Roegadyn, well, passably. But Miqo'te, Miqo'te, with your animalistic features and odd speech are just barely considered among those beings that can be civilized. I was so hoping we might avoid the question altogether."

D'sheen frowned at her. "Speech?"

"Why, yes. It's a manner we've not seen in the imminently more obviously civilizable Keepers of the Moon," said Aemilia, gesturing at Nyx. "You may not have the bizarre avoidance of proper noun and verb usage that the Goblins exhibit, or the interesting avoidance of putting words in the correct order of the Ixali, but you do have the strangest inability to pronounce a proper 'r' following a hard consonant. Strange, is it not? Some peculiarity of your voice box, perhaps, in keeping with a beast like heritage? I believe the other civilizable savages find it a noise quite difficult to mimic."

D'sheen's jaw dropped for a moment, before she snapped her jaw shut, and glared at an Aemilia giving her an easy grin in response.

"So you give us no choice at all, then," said D'sheen. "We either accept the hospitality of the Empire and give up our rights to be further subsumed, or we can find ourselves whittled down by your 'misunderstandings' until we can be safely disposed of as a potential danger to the land."

"Such bald words. If I were to say something so forthright in your position, I would be inclined to do so in a less ... adversarial ... tone of voice," said Aemilia lazily.

"...and what of our Chief? And what of what happens with -her-?" said D'sheen, gesturing at Nyx.

"Ah, well, it seems you have a new one already, do you not? As for Nyx oen Blackmoon, well, she is hardly at fault. She was just following orders, you see. Good people, the Keepers of the Moon. We've found her in particular to be helpful and handy. Excellent fighters. Very obedient. Very... efficient."

D'sheen's posture remained stiff and upright as she glared at Nyx. Nyx, for her part, continued to do nothing. They could see the probabilities coalescing, and then collapse, as D'sheen's shoulders dropped.

"We are willing to discuss the details of these terms," she said, defeated.

"No!" exclaimed D'tel, but she held a hand up to stop him.

Aemilia leaned forward, clasping her hands in front of her. "Very well. Are you ready to start the critical negotiations for the transitions of the Dodo tribe to proper Garlean citizenry?"

"We are."

"Say the words," said Aemilia carefully.

D'sheen looked up, startled, into Aemilia's eyes, her own eyes narrowing as she realised what was being asked.

"We are ready to start the critical negotiations of the Dodo tribe to proper Garlean citizenry," said D'len, stepping forward quickly.

Aemilia looked up, momentarily shocked, then clapped her hands. "Well done, splendid! Perhaps we were mistaken. That was said with incredible clarity, Miss D'len, I am impressed. Though it perhaps requires no deeply arcane knowledge to determine how a member of your tribe learned to speak as clearly as the sky over the sea. You've studied abroad, I believe?"

D'len merely stiffened as she returned to her spot, and Aemilia laughed. "But no matter! We have much to discuss in the details, now, don't we?"

Nyx merely stood and observed the next several hours as the meeting continued on, much in the same vein. D'sheen looked more and more defeated as the time went on, and D'tel kept sneaking glares at them, his probabilities occasionally threatening a future of violence, but never coalescing further than a low percentage chance of such. Nyx watched, interested, but did not move.

It all unfolded according to Aemilia's plan. All she had needed was a little bit of leverage to get what she wanted, and that leverage was Project Nyx.

[deadbydangit]

If you can, may I please request headcannons of a reader who take Jake, Meg and Huntress stargazing? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Aww, what a cute idea! Absolutely! Please enjoy!

Stargazing with them

Jake, Meg, Huntress

Jake Park

He's super into the idea.

Jake would be the one to invite you to go stargazing.

A silent relaxing activity in nature?

Sign him up!

He didn't bring a blanket to lay on.

"The grass is softer than any blanket."

Jake's never been a big talker, so this is the perfect date for him.

Just you and a nice quiet night.

Oh, and you better believe this man knows his stars and constellations.

He used them when he was living out in the woods before.

Once in a while, he'll point one out.

"So, that's O'Ryans Belt, there's the milky way."

During this serene beauty, Jake might even talk a little more than usual.

But it won't be idle empty chit-chat.

He'll tell you things he's always wanted to tell you.

Share his personal thoughts and fears.

Share things about his life before the realm.

He'll open up.

"You know, you're really pretty. I've always wanted to tell you that."

He's not super cuddly, but he will lay right next to you.

If he's feeling brave, he'll hold your hand or put his arm behind your head.

And, in the dark, you can't see him blushing. So that's a bonus to him.

Meg Thomas

This is definitely something you'd have to suggest.

Meg doesn't really like staying still for extended periods of time.

She's so squirmy and has to be moving all the time.

Even when laying down and looking at the stare, she'll be fidgeting about.

Make sure to bring a blanket to lay on.

Because she won't remember.

But she will bring snacks!

"So uh, is that the Big Ladle or something?"

She meant the big dipper.

She knows nothing about the stars.

Don't be afraid to laugh at her a bit.

Meg won't take anything against you.

She'll probably start laughing too.

She'll talk through the whole night.

About everything and anything.

More as a means to fill the silence.

If you let her, she might start talking about deeper things.

Which is something she doesn't do often.

"I wish I could've done this with my mom... I miss her."

Don't bring up the tears that just fell down her cheek.

Just give her a tight hug and let her know you're there for her.

That's all she needs.

Huntress

Anna has watched the stars before.

But for completely different reasons.

For tracking, for location, for survival.

Her mother taught her all that.

Never for fun though.

So you're really going to have to explain what star gazing is and the whole point of it.

Whenever she looks at the stars, she thinks of her mother.

She never cries about it though.

Not anymore.

She'll smile, like she knows her mother is watching her.

Bring a soft blanket to lay on.

And make sure you tell her all about the stars.

Especially if there are any fun stories about them.

Anna really loves stories.

She'll ohh and ahh the whole time.

And she isn't sure what to look at.

You, or the stars.

Normally, she'd lay down for a few minutes before getting up and going elsewhere.

She's usually very squirmy.

But you've captivated her attention.

While you're laying down, she'll pull you up onto her chest so that your head is on her stomach.

She loves being close to you, and this way she can better protect you if the need arises.

Anna will still be on alert.

The realm is a dangerous place, she knows that well.

But, just for a moment.

She'll let her guard down.

She'll lower it and enjoy a moment of peace.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Come Away With Me

Summary: N/A [I want you to read this and figure it out yourself @amorfista ♥] Edit: I was gonna put something here, but nah. You got this babe!

Pairing: Me and my husband, Plo. You and yo husband, Savage.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Not telling. KTNXBAI. Edit: Angst / Fluff

Notes: I couldn’t write for Savage because I know very little of him apart from what I got from you. But I trust how you draw him, trust how you speak of him, trust even the insecurities that make you crumble about him; I trust you. Trust. ~ Many thanks to @botherbother-blog because I also needed quick consult over Savage ♥ Appreciate it, my friend! ♥

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: Me - because babe, I have no self-control and I wanna be part of this because I made it for you? ilsym ♥ Red: Also me because still, no self-control omfg? Blue: You ♥ Green: Thoughts, You ♥ Yellow: Savage Opress Purple: Song ♥

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

Thank you for being unapologetically you ♥

So please play this first because I will be so angry if you didn't ♥ - I want you to be upset first because omg, babe need you to be conflicted? Because I can't carry the pain of it all? Because I'm just genuinely unhinged as a default? - Okay, done? Good. Now, pull up the second song, set it on loop and then die with meeeeeeeeeeeee ♥ Please play this in loop ♥

“Have we a deal, sunshine?”

It would have been a full-on collision if the 212th was among the 501st and 104th raining heavily from all possible entryways of the cavernous haven that held the crowned princes captive — entourage had been wiped clean by the Republic’s finest. The unsung hunter with an idle rifle lax on her side had sashayed her way past scouts and troops that now chatter in doubt whether they have procured tampered intel from a now deemed incredulous source, or they have been bested by elusion. 

“Come on big boy, Mommy doesn’t have all day. Well — she does but, you know what I mean.���

The timing couldn’t even be more perfect as distant howling from wolves stalked and seeped through cracks in between boulders piled over. The choice was simple; escape with a ‘yes’ or die with a ‘no’ — never anything in between.

He didn’t have to say anything after a very audible scoff — now whether that was directed at the huntress, the situation at bay, or the fact that a very disgruntled Maul paced impatiently and seethed so horrendously that it was, as the huntress would often say ‘sus-vibes’.

“Count to three, always three — never more, never less, yes?” 

Pleased beyond compare, she tossed two small chip-like devices with singular buttons that beeped in unison; one in vibrant tangerine and the other of coy periwinkle. As they vanish in comparison to the striped palms that cradled them like fragile glass, the huntress takes a step forward and gently taps his cheek thrice; always three — never more, never less.

“Tangie (tangerine) go boom, Peri (periwinkle) go zoom.”

And just as she said and slithered through a makeshift tunnel and up onto the sandy grains, she clicked her ankles twice and activated the thrusters — watching the sparks ignite that needed one more tap to get it going; always three — never more, never less.

***

“You’ve surely outdone yourself, P. I have to say, I’m digging the vibe.” “High praise, high praise.” “Hey! That’s not very Kel Dor of you. You’re supposed to say something regal and … proper.” “...”

“...” “Well, go on. Don’t keep me hanging, babylove.” “Very well.” Plo clears his throat and procures a very dignified baritone response. “Exalted preeminence…?” “Babe, you know that was shit, right?” “Language, my sweet. But yes, that was indeed…” Plo merely sighed, nodded and backed away. “Now come along, my darling.”

***

Come away with me in the night

And so he finds you again, laying in the designated cot under the comfort of your own insecurities.

“Hey. You stop that now or I will come get you myself and break every horn on his head.” 

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe in the lie that you’ve woven with such grace that it would put kings and queens to shame; the same lie you’ve meticulously etched upon every touch, every breath, every thought, every word that would always fall upon deaf ears. Not because they refused to listen, but because you knew that even the faintest of whispers would be too loud.

— too. damn. loud.

So you deny yourself in fear of becoming more than the encumbered weight upon shoulders that have already sagged from the avoirdupois of the galaxy itself; repulsed by the conundrum of hate and love in the same sentence that you’ve starved yourself of and from his anger, that you have surrendered yourself to the role of dirt — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. 

“I mean it, babe. I will break all his kriffin’ horns and grind —”

You can’t help but wonder if gratitude is enough; you accept it under the premise that they stay with you — or that they allow you to stay with them. To be given that privilege, to bask in their greatness; to worship him and all encompassing him — to surrender in hopes of a morsel of trust, if not affection.

“I’m fine — I promise! Please, just… Go faff over Plo or something.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe that this was your resplendent point of no return; that this was the grandiose moment in which you would liberate yourself from the shackles you’ve adorned like fine jewelry to match the king himself. 

That maybe if you had been as beautiful as he is; had painted your nails at a point, had bruised your lips with the finest rouge, or have held your hair in a seductive knot that bore not only your skin but the desolation of your soul  with each passing moment that you’ve shed tears that would just… not… stop.  

That maybe if you had presented yourself or have written a masterpiece with an allure so potent, trust would have fallen so callously  upon sweet hands for the taking. That maybe if you had a better hold on emotions that spilled with such rawness, you would not have wept so much and had offered joy — not this. 

This…. This painful existence has made you doubt every reason to linger. That beyond how much you might love him, there is no longer any cause to continue this charade — this unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you. 

That maybe… 

“We leave in half an hour. Prepare yourself.”

And you indeed do as you’re told;  prepare yourself devoid of candor that you’ve stayed true to your purpose — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. But at this moment, it was only Savage. 

Savage who needed something, anything; a massage, a clean up, food, a pilot — something, anything, everything but you.

***

“Borrowed.” Heavy like fluids that taint your cheeks with salt, his voice rumbles, but soft? — soft like velvet ribbons that knot quaintly around your neck as you board a smaller ship. You nodded, tugged by the galvanic tune of his voice that drew your feet onto the ramp and your hand — heavens, your hand, your beautiful, blessed hand that had touched me with such divinity that it revealed the sacrilegious tenderness of your heart. Your beautiful, delicate, exquisite heart that I would die for — that honors each passing second to be called a friend. [ I love you ♥ I’m such a sap! ]

Maker, break me — smite me from where I stand for there is no place in the vastness of the galaxy do they belong other than upon his.

Come away with me in the nightCome away with me

“Careful.”

With her heart? Like come on, Savage.  You gotta put in the work, babe!

He’s held your hand once before, right? When fingers brushed as you served him sustenance while Maul hissed on the side like a proper untrusting ball of fiery rage, glaring daggers at Savage who held onto his saber. You’ve brushed upon stern shoulders and arms when the wound needed cleaning and or the mechanical contraption failed to accommodate an angle — just as you have, but once, placed upon the sweetest kiss of your fingertips along the broken crown that did very little to diminish the sovereign he has on you while you applied whatever it was that made him groan, grunt, and sigh some few nights ago. 

When he had taken you by the wrists because you’ve flown far too close to the sun — now whether it was the liquid gold of his entirety or the kindled orbs of his soul, it had been all but a blur.

And I will write you a songCome away with me on a bus

“Are…. Are you comfortable?” And once more, that velveteen ribbon had knotted even tighter, forcing you to swallow what little life you had left, what little dignity you thought should have been robbed of you. And so you do as you always do, starve. 

Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies

“Yes, my lord.” Fallen from grace, hazel meets the silver flooring of the ship — hands seek straps to bury yourself in the comfort of the chair, distancing yourself from tempestuous Gods of Celestia who a friend had devoted her nights to pray for you, of you, to you, with you, always and a day as she says.

[ Yes, it be me, bestie ♥ I pray you for and happy things ♥ ]

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day

“Auroras.” The journey was silent, never loud with Savage — never, only with Maul. And indeed, Auroras — a burst of lights mangled by a plethora of colors that had painted the sky of fine blues and purples, of greens and pinks, tangies (tangerine) and peries (periwinkle), but never a shade finer than the sun that glimmered on the very face that had consumed you — mind, body, heart, and soul; never a finer shade indeed.

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high

And now there were emeralds before your feet; fine, lush virescent fields of a vacant park that overlooked a river of sorts and mud. And beyond, by where lonely rivers flow to sea, to the open arms of the sea, is a table with a pair of chairs.

Your friend had always told you that the Gods of Celestia are always unkind to those who are — unkind to the kind. It had always baffled you how truly kriffed up Celestian Law is, but you weren’t one so it didn’t matter.

You were happy to have a friend — no matter how much of an unhinged bitch she is and how much she thirsted for a certain Kel Dor Master Jedi to an unhealthy degree.

But you adore her, adore her with all your heart as you’ve told her aplenty — and in turn, she adores you more than you could ever best her.

She adores you enough to lie and claim she’d draw you but ends up writing a sappy fic because she has absolutely no self-control and cannot draw for shit and her self-insert game be too damn strong even for herself.

And so we carry on.

So won't you try to come

Unforgiving were the short gusts of wind that blew locks of hazel over your face that had seemingly pulled you into arms lean and muscular, yet gentle. The same pull that drew the sun back into your smaller frame and a marked fingers sprawled to caress your face with such a dignified stroke, it had called upon the stray locks to twine in between and be lulled to the back of your head. 

His gaze lingered — so did yours.

And whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle that happens to be observed by a distant figure of a Kel Dor frame with his talons mindful over the muffled screams of the aforementioned, unhinged Celestian woman, who flailed her arms high enough for you to smile. 

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop

And again, before the crude interruption of the intruders, whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle, it happened.

Just. Like. That.

Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

Lips so silken and laced with release that you felt your body quiver as it bestowed upon you the highest form of opulent gratification— as if his lips were either Midas’ touch of gold from lore of childhood or one of all deities that hail the sun had confounded it’s fiery blaze of passion upon your supple, sweet lips.

And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof

The scent of pine resin permeating the air, the symphonic cacophony of birds that glided over the small city of your homeworld, the pitter-patter and click of silly, little river crabs that assaulted the tablecloth so vehemently that it had drawn Savage’s gaze to the creature before turning to address to the approaching couple.

[ Sorry babe, you ain’t making out with Savage if I’m not making out with Plo. Fair trade ♥ ]

They bore plates and trays of food; an assortment of anything unfamiliar to both Kel Dor and Zabrak — only to you and this bitch who decided to walk in when the kissing was happening. 

Plo, unprompted and perhaps as evenly an emotional wreck as your friend — one could only speculate seeing his enigmatic allure is brought upon by his antiox mask; placed a rather assuring hand over Savage’s shoulder and an approving squeeze. 

“Please enjoy.” Plo Koon would say, offering a delightful nod as you and Savage took to your seats. “I will see to it that your dinner remains unperturbed.”

You could help but laugh as you watched the Master Jedi take your friend by the waist and haul her over his shoulder. You would have commented but he had bested you with an amused tone. “Forgive my primitive manner of doing so, as it is a necessity.” 

While I'm safe there in your arms

You hear your friend whine and beg for, as she calls it, ‘five minutes of tea’ — to which Plo Koon sighed with such resignation over the fact that this mode of ‘disposing’ nuisance (your overly eager friend), had brought him to a defeated and compromising position.

[ Yes, babes. We getting lucky tonight ♥ LOL ]

“A… dire… necessity.” Plo trails off, patting your friend’s rear three times. And somewhere, somehow, you find yourself in chorus with the Master Jedi. 

“Always three — never more, never less.” “Always three — never more, never less.”

As the couple departed, your smile never fading, Savage calls to you.

So all I ask is for you

Not by 'you' or 'hey'. But calls to you. Speaks your name with so much reverence and warmth you feel it in your chest — so much that your own called upon yourself and placed a hand over your heart.

To come away with me in the night

"(insertnamehere). Will you... Come away with me?"

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST Headcanons - KPop songs that suit them/what they listen to

TWST Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

I know a lot of these are the same groups, but it's because I am biased. LOL Also, these songs are bangers, at least, imo and I just felt like some of them really fit the characters or they'd definitely listen to these songs. Some of them are there Japanese releases, just because I feel they'd fit too. I had a lot of fun with this! lol

Heartslabyul

Rina Rosehearts:

Wonderland - Alexa (It was a song for American Song contest, but Alexa is Kpop artist and not only is the song title fitting, but some of the lyrics too, referring to the rabbit hole and 'off with your head', at least in the English version, it's different in the Korean version, but still very fitting.)

Hear The Wind Sing - GFRIEND

Renaissance - WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Don't Look At Me Like That - Song Ji-eun

Queendom - Red Velvet

Trinity Clover:

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

House of Cards - BTS

Awake - Jin (BTS)

Coffee - BTS

Wonderland - Dreamcatcher

Kate Diamond:

Noir - Sunmi (The song is about people being addicted to social media and doing anything for likes, so it's very fitting.)

The Feels - TWICE

Helicopter - CLC

PSY ft. SUGA (BTS) - That That

Mascara - XG

TGIF - XG

Alice Trappola:

So What - LOONA

Pierrot laughs at us - IU (cover) (Original is by Kim Wan-Sun. (The lyrics feel fitting. Like, behind this character, they might not be as happy or playful as they seem on the outside.)

FIRE - BTS (Troublemaker through and through)

Trap - Dreamcatcher

Lucky One - EXO

Eve, Psyche and The Bluebeard's Wife - LE SSERAFIM

Diane Spade:

Begin - Jungkook (BTS)

Growl - EXO

Can't Stop Me - TWICE

If You - Big Bang

Tomboy - (G)-Idle

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Lion - (G)- Idle

PTT - LOONA

Who Dat B - Jessi

Uh Oh - (G) - Idle (I feel like the lyrics fit her, idk)

If I Ruled The World - BTS

Kitty Run - Alexa

Roxie Bucchi:

Hann - (G)- Idle

Cookie Jar - Red Velvet (Okay, it's one of their Japanese releases, but I'm gonna put it here anyway.)

Sahara - Dreamcatcher

Spine Breaker - BTS

Catch Me If You Can - Girls' Generation/SNSD

Jacqueline Howl:

Not Today - BTS

Wolf - EXO

Break The Wall - Dreamcatcher

Revolution - Alexa

Yes I am - Mamamoo

Octavinelle

Azula Ashengrotto:

Mermaid - United Cube

Disturbance - BoA (I just feel like she'd listen to this song for some reason)

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher

Piano Man - Mamamoo

Wind flower - Mamamoo

Ditto - New Jeans

Jade Leech:

Still With You - Jungkook (BTS)

Rain - BTS

Who am I - Weki Meki (I just feel like she'd listen to this song, idk)

Lo Siento - Super Junior, Leslie Grace and Play-N-Skillz

water color - Wheein

Florence Leech:

Why Not - LOONA

CRAZY - 4Minute

Fantastic Baby - Big Bang

No Dot - SuA (Dreamcatcher)

Monster - EXO

Scarabia

Kalima el-Asim:

Fancy - Twice

Dionysus - BTS

Happiness - Red Velvet

Hope World - J-Hope

Dazzle Dazzle - Weki Meki

Some Love - Dreamcatcher (The lyrics are very positive and I feel like it fits such a ray of sunshine!)

Jamillah Viper:

Shadow Play - Pink Fantasy

HATE - 4Minute

Red Sun - Dreamcatcher

Cypher Part 3: KIller - RM, SUGA and J-Hope (BTS) ft. Supreme Boi

Hello Bitches - CL

ICY - ITZY

Black Mamba - aespa

Impurities - LE SSERAFIM

Pomefiore

Viola Schoenheit:

Pose - Red Velvet

Vogue - Alexa

I'm a B - Hwasa

Woman - BoA

Snapping - Chungha

ME - CLC

Movie Star - MIJOO

Rochelle Hunt:

Love Shot - EXO (She's a Huntress and a total simp, so this song feels fitting somehow. lol)

BEcause - Dreamcatcher (She a stalker, so this song is quite fitting and I feel like if a character were likely to go yandere, it'd be her. lol)

Peekaboo - Red Velvet

Psycho - Red Velvet (She ain't actually psycho, but the song just sounds like something she'd listen to.)

I Like It Pt.2 - BTS (Another Japanese release)

Elise Felmier:

District 9 - Stray Kids

I Will Show You - Ailee

N.O - BTS

Apple - GFRIEND

Fairytail - Dreamcatcher

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Blue & Grey - BTS (For when she feels down)

Red Light - F(X)

In The Frozen - Dreamcatcher

Bomb - Alexa

BBoom BBoom - Momoland

Orthea Shroud:

Alien - Lee Suhyun (It's a bop and Idk, I feel like it just works somehow)

FINGERTIP - GFRIEND

Blue Bird - April

Diasomnia

Mallea Draconia:

Let Me In - Haseul (LOONA)

Fantasy - Pink Fantasy

Entrancing - Dreamcatcher (Siyeon solo)

MAMA - EXO-K

Full Moon - Dreamcatcher

Lillia Vanrouge:

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Tension - Dreamcatcher

Delight - Rolling Quartz

Lucifer - SHINee

Sins Of Society - DUOXINI (Okay, so this group is a thrash metal group, but they are still Korean and well, when I put Kpop, I meant other genres of music in Korea too.)

No Celestial - LE SSERAFIM

Sylvia:

Rainy Day - Dreamcatcher

Be Calm - Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Rain - Taeyeon

Fifth Season - Oh My Girl

Dreamcatcher - GFRIEND

Bicycle - RM

Serena Zigvolt:

(Had some trouble thinking of songs for this character.)

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Kill This Love - Blackpink (It has that military-like sound and it feels pretty fitting)

Picky Picky - Weki Meki

Overdose - EXO

[dulluhan-iralun]

At what point was Cassandra Dimitrescu set apart from the rest of the Swarm?

Specifically, when did Miranda see Cassandra as her Hand; Cassandra Dimitrescu is her Mother's Shadow, so when was it an established vision for the Crow?

—————

The girls were a century old when Miranda enfolded them into the duties of the Coven. They were well-versed in its functions by then, and the priestess of the Black God was not one to suffer idle devotion.

Alcina remembered the day the call came in her boudoir; the pack of cigarettes and the poor maid that had been drained in its wake.

“Your huntress. Cassandra. She will inherit your title as Hand.”

Alcina’s grip tightened over the receiver. “With respect, Mother Miranda,” she murmured. “Cassandra is too young —“

“To be wasted as a mantelpiece display in your gallery. She is old enough and strong enough to begin her assignments.” Miranda’s voice was quiet; the warning was as clear as the strike of steel on a frigid morning. “Prove to me that she is worthy, Alcina, or I might make better use of her.”

Hand of the Burnt God. A lofty title, one that Alcina had once relished; for the Hand was closest to the Heart, was it not? The Hand was the one that struck, and too many nights she spent with bodies in her wake and wounds that festered and ached in any form she took.

Cassandra stared up at her with the wide-eyed wonder of a child blessed with a treasure, how eager to please and to provide. To prove oneself worthy. “Truly, Mother? I — I’ll be the Hand?”

Alcina smiled, if only to prevent herself from weeping. She swept a tender hand along the silken hair of her middle child, dark like her own. Ebony spill against the pale winter. “Truly,” she replied. “Mother Miranda sees your potential.”

It was a blade twisting in her chest on the day she escorted Cassandra before Miranda. To watch the eager look of excitement on her child’s face pale into confusion, horror, realization…and then smooth into cold determination. Gone was the sparkle of sweetness, the twinkling hope.

The Wolf had come.

————

Heavy is the Head that wears the crown, but heavier still the Hand that wields the sword. Mother Miranda's expectations for perfection were ones that none of the Coven were exempt from, though perhaps none were held to such a standard as her own brood. Each falter was a flaw, each error was sin. She was only grateful that such things were a rarity among her daughters; Bela held standards that rivaled the priestess, and Daniela's sweetness was potent enough to soften even the Crow's pecking beak. Cassandra...

Defiance seemed to be a natural state of being for her middle daughter. Wild-willed and headstrong; there seemed to be little pleasure greater than aggravating Mother Miranda. Despite this, Alcina was pleased (and petrified) when Miranda named Cassandra as Hand. Training the Wolf was a thrill she hadn't felt in some time -- a venture in testing her own resilience, her own stamina and strength and wit. They battled with the singular goal of victory in mind, and no matter how bloody and broken they left one another, they ended their days with a smile.

————

Cassandra’s first mission was a resounding success. Alcina expected nothing less from the Wolf; the battlefield is where she thrived, and the smile that she returned home with was as bright as a thousand suns.

Mother Miranda had simply nodded, smiled in the way that she did, as if she had known all along.

The second assignment nearly saw Alcina tearing into the Crow. A ridiculous task, set against ridiculous odds that left Cassandra all but crawling back by the bed of her nails. The state of her physical form was nothing compared to the state of her mind; lost in vicious self-loathing and failure even as her sisters fussed and hovered and Alcina coaxed blood-soaked towels between her chapped and cracked lips to heal.

The Dragon’s rage was a tempest the day she marched into Miranda’s temple. “You sent her to her death!” she roared. “You knew this would happen and yet you still forbade me to assist.”

“She needed to be humbled,” Miranda sniffed. “A Hand abides by the Head.”

Alcina reeled back incredulously. “She’s had one mission! What more does she need to be humbled for?”

Miranda’s pale eyes slid towards her, lip curling with distaste. “Cassandra has always been…too big for her britches, as they say. She needed to remember whose commands she bent to.”

(reply answered by raffinit)

[nevermindtheweights]

hey, hw. have you ever gone through the candy kingdom for a snack run? with everything being made of candy there id imagine it being a semi-frequent spot for you to visit

Huntress Wizard gave a idle shrug.

"Not really. The candy Kingdom is s little too far beyond my forests. Plus, it is surrounded by snow unnatural candy forest which I'm not like... totally good with so."

She typically avoids it. Beyond honey, the huntress lacks much of a sweet tooth. Though, she was curious why someone would ask such a question.... and why they'd assume she'd eat there a lot...

[jascnbrody]

it's literally such a shame there's no porn for idle huntress. like what i have to play a respectable gacha game ?? kys. someone help I'm dying of fucking anime boob withdrawal