#Shaman Trio

[phatkochi]

The Shaman twins, what mischief will they get themselves into

Bonus

[herebecritters]

First of all, let me start by saying, Geshtu is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably insane.

Of the three, he is the least sane. Now this isn’t me saying “HAHA HES COOKOO HAHA WOW WHAT A MANIAC” No it’s not like that at all. You see, the thing about Geshtu is that he doesn’t seem “insane” at all, in fact, compared to Nergal and Dumuzi he comes across as perfectly put together.

The thing about Geshtu is that he is completely convinced by his own delusions. And he has convinced himself so fully of these delusions that he has not only sold them to himself but also to others. The voices he hears, to him, are completely real. He believes so wholeheartedly that he is a vessel for Theias voice that he puts on this complete and divine demeanor. He seems more sane than the others because he carries himself that way.

Dumuzi knows she has problems and she hides from them. Nergal definitely knows he has some screws loose but he embraces it. Geshtu, meanwhile, instead of pushing down his insanity like Dumuzi or embracing it like Nergal, he strides side by side with his.

Now let’s go back to the late Cretaceous where Geshtu grew up. Small groups of family camps were common throughout the Mesozoic, even moreso than villages such as where Cro, Dumuzi, and Nergal were raised. These groups would travel to trade with other family camps, exchanging information, intermingling, ect. But afterwards they’d return to their own family burrow to live their lives. They were foragers and hunters. Geshtus family in particular specialized in fishing and insect hunting.

Geshtu was still Geshtu. He was always a little more quiet and methodical than his other siblings, traits he’s kept with him.

So I’ve mentioned on the backstory posts before how most mammals during the Mesozoic lived nocturnally for their own safety. The large reptilian predators at the time were mostly diurnal so there was less risk of being ripped apart and eaten at night. But there are always exceptions.

One night, as the family was waking to begin their evening routines, there was a scratching above the burrow. And then the ceiling fell through.

A pack of stenonychosaurus, a species of Troodontid, had dug their way into the burrow. They had been invaded. The Stenonychosaurus pack flooded into the burrow and made short work of maiming and devouring the entire family.

Geshtu got hurt, not horribly but enough to cause him to fall and become temporarily disoriented. He would be next if he did not find a place to hide. As he frantically looked around, he noticed a beam of moonlight breaking through the torn overhead of his families burrow. The light washed over a bundle of rocks and debris that had fallen from the ceiling and there was a small gap between them. Small enough for him to fit.

While the troodons were preoccupied with their current meals, Geshtu managed to crawl over to the small opening and discreetly push himself inside it undetected. And he hid there, unable to do anything but watch and wait as his family was torn apart in front of him.

Eventually the troodons finished feeding, were filled, and left. Not much was left behind, save for a few bodies still intact. Geshtu cautiously creeped out of his hiding spot after the coast was clear and went to check on what bodies he could, hoping to find survivors. He found one body that seemed fairly intact, he dragged it out of the pile of death and tried to lift it up into a sitting position. It fell back over with a heavy thud. Blood was everywhere, his tail dragged in it, it coated his hands. No one but him was left alive among the wreckage.

Realizing the hopelessness of his endeavor he backed up against the burrow wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, hoping that by not being able to see the wreckage anymore, it would disappear. Maybe when he removed his hands it would have turned out to all be a nightmare. But when he did, everything was still as it had been.

The moonlight shone down on him from the burrows exit. Its guidance had saved him from the slaughter, so he decided to follow it again. He limped out of the burrow into the open night and made his way to the family creek that sat just outside to wash the blood off his hands. It was then that he caught his reflection in the water. The blood from his hands had marked his face and he could see it now. And, reflected above his head in the water, he saw the moon. Full and bright and comforting. He took this as a sign that the moon had marked him, and he was reborn under it. So he ceased washing it away, stood up, stared at the moon, and began to follow it.

And so Geshtu walked. And walked. And walked. Staring up at the moon the entire time. He needed to understand. He needed to know why this happened and why it had saved him. He walked for a long time. And when the moon dipped below the atmosphere and the sun rose, he’d slink into whatever shelter he could find to rest. But when the moon arose again, he’d come out, and continue his pilgrimage, always staring directly at the moon, resulting in him moonblinking himself.

The more he walked, the more the pain faded. He grew more at peace the longer he walked and stared. Like the moon herself was taking away all the hurt for him. His circumstance began to feel less like a tragedy and more like fate. Eventually, he could hear her singing. First just a light humming, but eventually he began to hear words along with it. Crisp and clear and ringing throughout him. She spoke her name, Theia.

He walked for a very long time. Probably a few years. Just him and the moon. He traveled far, restaining his markings whenever he had the opportunity. He was born in blood and would be forever stained by it. On his journey, he’d occasionally run into passerby’s and other burrows, but these meetings were short and fleeting.

One night though, the moon led him into a small village. And when Geshtu entered, he knew he heard Theia say, “Here.”

At first the villagers were unsure of him but helping other mammals traveling through was not unheard of for him. And Geshtu looked rough. He was a strange foreign vagabond with even stranger markings. But he showed them no hostility and they took him in and fed him. He was quiet but otherwise was grateful and polite.

Eventually he started murmuring prophesies to the people there. Little ones like “theia says the ridge to the west has the best seed gatherings” or “Theia warns not to go near the badlands on this night, there’s something malicious there…” and, by complete chance, almost all of these ended up true.

So now people were convinced that he really could hear the moon speaking to him and that the Theia was their friend. She was looking out for the little creatures of the night, who lived hiding in fear of the monsters of the daylight. And so Geshtu became trusted as the Villages Shaman, sent by Theia herself. He was the one people went to for divine advice

And that’s how he found his place there. He was convinced that his family HAD to die for this greater purpose. It was all supposed to happen. He was meant to come here and he was meant to save these people. The voices guide him to protect these creatures of the night, he is simply an agent of Theia. He believes wholeheartedly in everything Theia tells him. And…they say if you believe something hard enough the energy can manifest itself into reality. And so they eventually would. He, Dumuzi, and Nergal would eventually will themselves into godhood and bring forth a horror unlike any other.

[thesoulsofthedarned]

Ok so I decided to pull on the new 6 star selector

I chose to pull for An An Lee and Centurion. I’ve been waiting for a couple weeks and managed to save 98 wishes. Here’s what I got:

Bro I was so sad I lost to Jessica at first. Of all the standard 6 stars I could’ve lost to, it really had to be one of the ones I don’t really care about that much. Yeah, I know she’s the best plant dps in the game right now but… why couldn’t it be Medicine Pocket? Why couldn’t it be Melania? Why couldn’t it be A Knight?? I knew my win streak was bound to end soon, but man I wish it was to someone I like more.

Thankfully, after doing a couple more pulls I finally got An An Lee! She’s by far one of my favorite characters in Reverse right now. Everything from her designs, to her voice, to her attack animations are just incredible. I was fortunate enough to raise her to Insight 2 lvl 30, but unfortunate enough to only be able to raise her resonance to lvl 4. Considering how tilting resonance farming can be, its gonna take a while to raise it up.

I also got Kanjira, I was really happy to get her since she was one of the characters who got me to start playing Reverse in the first place. She’s cute, she’s got a tiny cobra, her animations also look really cool, especially her burst. Sadly I can’t level her up because An An Lee has left me broke. I’ll definitely do it soon though.

Overall, despite losing at first, I’m happy :)

[trans-het]

Stole this from my private twitter cuz it deserves to be shared with the world...

ALSO if I had to assign them all pokemon I would choose:

Hana: Ivysaur maybe ??? Trying to think of pokemon with flower motifs that are still intimidating LMAO

Yohane: Murkrow (And his sister's a Liepard) because one of the kanji in his name means feather

Alumi: Braviary because eagles and also America those are the only reasons but I am correct. Also I know braviary's are only male but she can be trans. As a treat

Gakko: Impidimp/Morgrem (Namaha is a Mew who transforms into a Grimmsnarl because I think this is funny)

Men: Vanillite. Poop head.

[bxtonpxss]

sk is so funny, cause I'm on mari's wiki page and

Born as the daughter of a fortune teller, she possesses slight psychic powers, yet she lacks Hao's ability of Reishi. Using latent telekinetic powers, she can manipulate puppets and psychically see into the future to foretell the time of people's death when she was only little.

[thepmmmwitchproject]

Each of the doppels are references to stories by Nikolai Gogol! (hence why the combined doppel is called Nikolai). Akakiy is from the Overcoat, Kovalev is from the Nose (hence why Kovalev has a large nose/beak), and Khlestakov is from The Government Inspector (A story that has a focus on self-deception)

Here are our new doppels yipppeeeeee! They are Khlestakov and Kovalev. The combined doppel is called Nikolai.

It’s Seika’s, Leila’s, then the trios that includes Mito’s

Im glad the names are actually names for once.

Khlestakov is fine… I think there’s too much of a mishmash of ideas. The orange bit on the left seems to come out of nowhere, I wish it was incorporated onto the right or they kept the blue colour scheme. Otherwise, I love the face/mask theme and the hands… we’ll get to that later. Sad its not alice in wonderland themed…

Now..! I like Kovalev a lot more. She’s far more consistent, though its a little bit of ‘lets just stick parts on top of each other’ but its not the worst. The main part of her is very pretty and im a sucker for a plague doctor mask like the next person. The teal ribbons stick out too much, if the glasses on the mask were teal i think it would work better.

Now for Nikolai, ough i think she’s horrid! But thats amazing! The doppels work together SO well! And the eyes are horrible, I love them! More doppels need eyes… otherwise she iiissss just the doppels stacked on top of each other… hm… the other trio handled it a little better i think. But i dunno i think she still works!

Now, here’s something that got me excited! You see how Seika’s doppel has hands linking together in her design? Okay, okay?

Wanna see it next to my Seika witch design from 2020? Hmmm what a coincidence..!

[ozzgin]

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Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Desert Oasis

...

Before setting off for the day, you made sure to grab an extra hairband, anticipating that Geto might need one if his broke. As it turned out, he had the same foresight, which wasn't all that surprising considering the amount of times you'd lose them.

Another curious fact, for some reason, everyone came to you whenever their uniforms got a tear or two simply because you had once mentioned liking to sow things back together

You swear Gojo would do it on purpose considering he always had his stupid fucking infinity on. Geto, on the other hand, likely made sure to be just a tad bit more reckless with his uniform before turning it into you.

He actually liked to watch you work, eyes entranced by the way your hands move and manipulated the fabric --- all while you hummed some tuneless melody under your breath

Moving on

Did you know that Gojo accidentally revealed to Yaga that you had a fondness for unique plushies? Since that day, Yaga began surprising you with a new plushie every day. Sometimes he'd toss them straight at your face, while other times, he'd leave them outside your door.

As the days passed, your room became a plushie wonderland, and you realized you needed to have a serious conversation with Yaga about this overflowing collection.

Despite your talk, the "plushie issue" remained unresolved. However, every Friday after class, Yaga started setting up the classroom to teach you how to knit as a way to compromise.

With this newfound skill, you took matters into your own hands and began creating mini-plushies of everyone around you.

For Kento, you designed a stylish cream business suit that perfectly complemented his rather bland calm personality. You also created a matching outfit for his best mate, Habaira, but in a sleek black color. Habaira was overjoyed with the gesture, though he playfully joked that he looked like his mini-plushie was ready to attend a funeral. Kento couldn't help but chuckle at the comment, a rare small smile gracing his lips as he softly muttered a heartfelt 'Thank you.'

For Ieiri, you crafted a unique plushie, dressing her in a doctor's coat and adding her trademark little cigarette, capturing her essence beautifully. She was absolutely thrilled when she saw it, expressing her excitement with a lazy smile as she kissed you on the cheek.

Yaga received a miniature replica of his current look, which he proudly displayed by placing it next to his computer monitor in his office. Sometimes, you'd catch him smiling at it.

Gojo's plushie was a fun challenge, with a spiky-haired version of him sporting a blindfold instead of sunglasses. Gojo playfully teased you about making a second version because you just couldn't get enough of him. You threatened to take it away, and he protested, holding the plushie just out of your reach. Lanky bastard.

(You never did see that plushie ever again tho, wonder what happened to it)

As for Geto, you searched the internet for some fashionable outfit inspiration and dressed up his plushie accordingly. He later humorously referred to it as his mini shaman (the fashionable outfit was a shaman's attire. Sorry not sorry) , but he assured you that he genuinely loved it. In fact, he liked it so much that he transformed it into a keychain for his bag, carrying it with him wherever he went.

I should mention that by now, your fluency in Japanese had improved dramatically. However, out of a sheer habit, both boys had the tendency to order for you. Then again, they also ordered for one another. Everyone in this fucking three-way has memorized each other's orders like the back of their hand.

You know their coffee orders by heart; Geto knows both of your favorite meals by heart, and Gojo knows both your and Suguru's favorite sweets by soul. (Sorry not sorry)

You all take turns treating one another, but often it's Gojo who insists on paying for you and Geto, given his big-boy bank account. (You will never reveal to them how somehow Mei Mei has become your sugar mama and pays you for simply existing, on the daily)

Geto can't ever drink your or Gojo's coffees because they're just too sweet. It's so sweet it could put a diabetic into a coma. So the two of you happily share taste-sips with each other.

On the other hand, Gojo couldn't handle the intensity of your and Geto's meals due to their overwhelming spiciness. Just the aroma wafting around would bring tears to his clear sky-blue eyes. As for you, vegetables weren't your preference, so Geto would kindly slide his plate close to yours, allowing you to discreetly transfer the unwanted veggies onto his plate without creating a mess on the table.

Gojo would then tease you for your preference, mocking you as he likened you to a small child. So properly, the only adult response was to engage in a game of footsies with him under the table until, accidentally, Gojo hit you a bit too hard, causing you to flinch and squeak. Geto noticed your reaction instantly, and he gave Gojo a piercing glare, silently warning him to be more careful. Gojo, feeling a bit awkward, focused on stuffing his face to avoid eye contact with Geto.

Ah, nothing like a protective mama Geto

Whenever you're trying to avoid Gojo and his endless taunts, you have a clever strategy: hiding in his dorm room, a place he never imagines you'd willingly go. As he spends the entire day searching the school high and low for you, you're actually inside his room, peacefully resting or just relaxing. Oftentimes, you snoop. Hehe

You possess like some Gojo-detector, giving you the ability to sense when Gojo is about to return to his dorm room. The moment you feel he is messing you, you swiftly sneak out unnoticed. He never manages to catch you, and the mystery of why his bed sometimes smells like you remains unsolved for him. That is until one night, he stumbles upon your favorite bracelet tucked under his pillow, the clasp broken.

You can't escape him anymore

Geto finds solace in your room, partly captivated by its enchanting fragrance. The persistent presence of an oil diffuser emanates an aroma that seems to be woven from the fabric of dreams. Its sweet and gentle, a lingering scent that holds a subtle allure, almost addictive in its embrace.

Lost in the allure of the ambiance (doesn't help that you like to keep your room dark and cold with blue lighting) Geto spends literal hours nestled amongst the plushies, lulled to sleep by the whole scenario. Whenever he departs from your room, the decent clings into his clothing. Leaving a trail of flowers behind that informing others of his presence in your room.

Speaking of him

Sometimes, you wake up in the dead of night, feeling something off. It's as if you possess a strange, innate ability to sense when someone is going through a rough time. Perhaps it's connected to your Cursed technique, or maybe your soul simply has a way of recognizing their distress. Regardless of the reason, you find yourself instinctively reaching for one of your pillows and following the invisible trail of energy.

Tonight, your focus settled on Geto's room. He had entrusted you with a key long ago, allowing you to enter his private space when desired.

You approached the door with a gentle, single knock (you have this specific way of locking that involves lightly tapping on the door with your nails. Much like a cat would) before letting yourself in. And there he was, sat up on his bed, his blankets tangled around his lap as beads of sweat trickled down his face. A haunted look in his eyes.

Geto prided himself on being able to maintain a stoic poker face, but even he had to admit. Out of your little trio, you were the one most attuned to their emotions. You could read the warning signs long before they fully manifested.

You slipped into his bed, performing your nightly ritual of unraveling his locks from the right bun he wore to sleep. Quietly, you would always mention how it wouldn't do any good for his hair and how it might give him more morning tangles (knowing well that you yourself slept with your hair loosely tied). Yet, with tender care, you gently massaged the palms of his hands, hoping to bring him back to the present, back to you.

And he came back to you, blinking his lovely onyx eyes as they lightly widened at the sight of you in your nightgown, sitting right next to him, his hand in your grasp as you cooed him back to safety.

No words were truly exchanged; that was for the morning routine. So, for then, the two of you simply settled back into his bed. His hand never left your own as you slowly placed it onto your chest, just where your heart would be.

Your heart beat, calm and strong, lulled him into a dreamless sleep.

...

(A/N): As I was writing this, you fuckers kept blowing up my phone with the amount of likes you were giving my shit. Like damn, I see now we have some early risers here. Goddamn.

I have such a headache rn it's not even funny.

The idea of being a Gojo-detector is rather humorous, isn't it?

Wonder what Geto dreamt about that had him so distressed. Is it the start of something or just your everyday PTSD?

Drop a comment

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Hope you enjoyed!

Edited: 7/24/2023

[lookismstuff]

Highlights of Eps 492-496

SPOILER ALERT

Moved by Soojin's words about the death of Vin's mother, Seongji decided to attack the shaman. He made sure, however, to set ablaze some of the things that he stored in his hut.

Seongji fought the genius James and kept on winning. But James realized his potentials midway and changed his game. Still, Seongji pressed on, to James annoyance (and this determination is true to Seongji's name meaning, "total determination").

Just then, the Gwang Yoo Trio came unannounced while dragging the Cheonliang Fam kids as their hostages, with Beolgu especially having overpowered Vin.

Worried for his pupils' safety, Seongji told Shinmyeong that he knew of the shaman's bad karma with Vin's father. As such, he was willing to bear the brunt of the shaman's wrath for Vin's sake.

So the Gwang Yoo Trio beat him up. Then the shaman proceeded to add to Seongji's torments by removing every one of his sixth fingers and toes. The Kojima brothers grabbed the King by the hair, gleeful to see him so weakened.

All through the tortures, to James' annoyance and amusement, Seongji withstood the pain in silence so as not to wake his pupils up.

Ruthless as always, Shinmyeong proceeded to kill Vin in spite of Seongji's pleas, but before the shaman could do anything, five young men came: the Kings of the first generation.

Each King received news of Seongji's smoke signal for help.

So, Jaegyeon (The King of Incheon) raced his car to Cheonliang, only for Taesoo (the King of Ansan) to crush it, followed by Seokdu (the King of Suwon), and Gongseob (the King of Daegu), who even urinated on it, as was his habit. Jaegyeon nearly lost his mind, but, spearheaded by Jichang, they refocused their attention on the matter at hand.

The Kings defeated the henchmen first, but to their shock and indignance, they saw bloodied Seongji, whose sixth fingers and toes were already sawed off.

To Jichang's chagrin, Seongji admitted that he could've avoided the tortures, but he refused to lead James's budding four crews and that sealed his doom.

The Kings fought against the Gwang Yoo Trio, with Taesoo defeating Jaesu in no time and moving on to Beolgu, Gongseob challenging Gwang, Jichang trying to tackle both Kojima Brothers (the so-called Gwijeon) and Seokdu was tasked by Jichang to protect Seongji. Meanwhile, Jaegyeon talked to James, who declined to answer the King's indirect challenge.

Around them, the duels commenced. Beolgu, who apparently learned his techniques from Gabryong himself, taunted Taesoo about only using his fists (the taunting that would later get to Taesoo once it was made by James instead). Gwang taunted Gongseob about his muscle weakness and speed, while the Gwijeon brothers taunted Jichang that they were stronger than him, even when they were tired.

James remarked to Jaegyeon that the Kings were weak after all, but like Jaegyeon said, he couldn't be more wrong. One by one, the Kings defeated their opponents (special mention here that Beolgu lost tufts of his hair from shock and shame, and the mention of Gongseob's The Iron Fortress).

Once they advanced on Shinmyeong, the shaman yelled at James to protect him but it turns out that James was also there to finish him off, supposedly per Charles's orders (because of the Red Paper).

The other Kings moved to stop James from leaving, while Jaegyeon was tending to Seongji's wounds. But the kid evaded them, all the while calculating each of their strengths, realizing that he was much weakened by Seongji's attacks earlier. James then escaped, leaving Shinmyeong to the mercy of the kings.

But the grip of Shinmyeong's parasitic influence was too strong on the Cheonliang villagers, that they rose up to protect their revered shaman and surround the Kings.

Just then and there, Seongji started having his panick attacks, to the Kings' horrifying realization. They hurriedly left the place with sick Seongji. Always the intelligent one, before he left Jichang asked the enraged villagers whether Shinmyeong had really granted their wishes at all.

Shinmyeong escaped to a cliff, but Vin found him alone and beat the shaman senseless. Still, he couldn't bring himself to kill the old man.

As Vin turned his back on the shaman, he found his mother's satba ribbon on the ground (he previously wore it wrapped around his fist) and stooped to pick it up.

In vicious glee, the shaman tried to kill Vin by lifting a boulder above the kid's head, but tripped and fell from the cliff to his death.

To Vin's horror and shock, Taejin was there all along, and saw what happened to his father.

With his last memories of the dark-skinned girl and his young self fading, Shinmyeong died.

Taejin faked his grief, all the way to his father's funeral when he finally was anointed as the new shaman and leader of the cult. He couldn't wait to reclaim all of his belongings, including the young girl Soojin.

Safe in Seongji's hideout, the Cheonliang Fam checked on their teacher (it seems that Jaegyeon helped bandaging Seongji's fingers).

Jewoo, their leader, remembered what Jichang told him earlier about Seongji's PTSD: that it was triggered whenever Seongji was around too many people, that he might turn vicious when it happened, and had no memories of his actions but would regret them so much. Luckily, this time Seongji was alright.

Back in the abandoned high school, James was tending to his injuries, to Gun's sarcastic remark: Was James really the person who ended Gabryong's reign?

To Gun's remark, James retorted that it was an unsolved case, anyway, and he wasn't alone in doing it (!). What mattered to him now was how the Kings had to be defeated, separately. Since together they were such a force to reckon with.

Gun offered to train James, but the genius student outright rejected it, since he already got the hang of Gun's methods (maybe from observing how Gun fought, from time to time).

Back in Cheonliang, Taejin assumed his shamanic roles and the first thing that he did was rejecting Charles's offer for co-operation. However, the cunning Charles had predicted this, since Taejin had no idea of the existence of the Red Paper. Then he left the village with the Gwijeon brothers.

Far away inside an unnamed meat market in Seoul, Jichang and his men found other men bloodied and unconscious, trampled by a raw meat-chewing young man.

The man was none other than Gabryong's other son, Gitae Kim. Yes, this is the future King of Seoul. And most likely, he was there per James's request.

Notes:

I find it interesting that it's sort of hinted that when Seongji died, he probably died some time after his frenzied PTSD set in. And maybe the Cheonliang kids couldn't stop him at all.

I wonder if Vin was forced to hurt or mercy kill Seongji back then, and whether this sad event was the action that drove the wedge between him and the other Cheonliang boys, other than Soojin's violent death, supposedly at the hands of Taejin.

I think Jaegyeon might have a bit of medical background, enough for him to know about surgical attachment of body parts. He probably also experienced it, with one of his fingers being recently re-attached in the past timeline.

Since James and Gitae previously were in cahoot (with or without Charles's knowledge), I wonder how they had since fallen apart, with Taejin now working under Gitae instead and James supposedly worked with Yoojin to bring down Charles.

It's delightful to me that, true to his nickname as The Genius of Nurture, Gun offered to help James in getting stronger (even though Gun probably did this out of the desire to show that he was superior to James). But it's sad that the two, being so young, had to live in such a derelict building under a shady businessman's order.

[stari-hun]

Reverse 1999 x Undertale Friendships

See now I’m fixated on merging them both

Time Trauma Buddies

Vertin and Sans would be such good friends cause they both went through the niche experience of being stuck in the middle of the narrative device without being able to save others for years and years.

The worst part is that both of them would absolutely find out about the other during a joke. Like there’d be a game of Never Have I Ever and Vertin would be losing and pull out the “Never have I ever not been stuck in time crumbling around me as I’m forced to watch the people I know disappear again and again” and Sans , also on one finger left, is the only one besides Vertin to not put a finger down.

Researcher Trio

Lucy and Alphys having the most concerned researcher friendship. Like they’d be taking and having so much fun exchanging information and theories, but Lucy would be like a dad dropping extremely traumatic events out of left field. “Dusting is when a monster d-dies, and because we don’t have physical forms, w-we turn into dust!” “I’ve turned into dust a few times, it is an unpleasant experience.” “W..what”

Enigma also gets along with Alphys very well because even though he’s very intense he’s a lot my MedPocket. Very considerate to those around them because they’re aware of how they come off. If someone’s rude they don’t care to tone it down, but if they genuinely feel uncomfortable then they’re happy to chill out. Enigma softens his voice around Alphys and instantly calms himself down cause he knows that even if she’s right in a situation she can’t answer someone if they’re yelling down her throat. Plus Lucy would start trying to recruit her for Laplace even harder so that she could keep her around Ulrich and herself so Engima can’t get too hysterical around them.

Flame Trio

Spathodea getting a second adopted dad with Grillby (Shamane is the first, and actually if I wanna ship him and grillby no one can stop me). Their first meeting ends with her sprinting away from him after giving the biggest gasp. He rightfully misunderstands that she’s shocked at the living fire, and just didn’t realize he was a monster and in control of his flames. Right up until she brings back Ulu yelling about another person like her, and while Ulu is a completely different type of fire elemental than Grillby, they get along pretty well. He ends up teaching Spathodea what kinds of fruits and juices cover up the taste of medicine, and which ones go well together in general so that she can have better health drinks.

Tea Buddies

6 and Asgore having a very awkward friendship in the beginning. Any time 6 is away from a member of Apeiron he fully unmasks, and the best way he likes to enjoy his time away is in total silence. The perfect place for him was the waterfalls but eventually some a lesbian fish duo took over the place so he ended up in Asgore’s garden. At first Asgore was super unsettled by the tall and entirely silent human, but after a while they form a silent friendship.

Girl Kissing Fishes

Vila and Undyne would get along like a house on FIREEEEEEE. They’re so similar and great with the way they’re loyal to their friends and accepting but they’ll do anything to protect their home and families. If it had came down to it then Vila would’ve 100% beat the hell out of Zeno to protect Rayashki for as long as she lived doing it. Vila and Undyne trading fighting techniques and ways to talk to kids and entertain them. Them hanging out by the waterfall area constantly while they hangout and have the time of their lives. Undyne starts calling her friends Comrade

[gloomwitchwrites]

Dark Knowledge: Part One

Miraak x Hermaeus Mora x Female Dragonborn Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, canon-typical violence, brief blood, horror elements, tentacles

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Part One of Dark Knowledge

The Dragonborn opens up a Black Book and steps into the realm of Hermaeus Mora.

Part Two

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // dark knowledge masterlist

On the island of Solstheim, deep within a cave, is a book.

Before you, the book rests upon an intricately carved pedestal large enough to hold the massive tome. The walls and floor around it are tentacles sculpted from stone. They form a tangled mural behind the pedestal and book.

It is a Black Book. A tome of esoteric knowledge. A Daedric artifact attributed to Hermaeus Mora, the Prince of knowledge, memory, and Fate. You’ve heard the tales—mostly from one of Master Neloth’s wayward stories. With your reputation, Neloth asked you to retrieve a Black Book, giving you its precise location.

Maneuvering through the cave was the easy part. Now that you stand before the massive tome, your feet have turned to solid steel. The book is bound in a black cover that appears soft to the touch as if it’s a living thing and not just Daedric reading material. On the cover is the symbol of Hermaeus Mora. Between the pages, a black mist leaks out and surrounds the book in its immediate vicinity. That doesn’t account for the oddly pulsing air, as if the book is vibrating, disturbing the space around it.

You do not move closer. You do not approach. You stand near the base of the stairs that you just descended. There is no eagerness in you to take a closer look.

“So. This is what Master Neloth wanted us to retrieve?” asks Teldryn Sero. The Dunmer mercenary stands directly behind you and to the right of your shoulder. He crosses his arms and also keeps a decent distance away. “Looks foul. I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”

Without looking away from the Black Book, you answer him. “Sounds like you’re starting to care about me, Teldryn.”

Teldryn snorts and leans in, his helmeted head appearing next to your face. “You pay me to care. Therefore, I shall. I like the coin. Keeps my pockets full.”

“Ever the poet, Teldryn.”

“Naturally.”

The good humor is just a front. This…thing is repulsive, and you’re not sure you want to touch it, let alone open it.

Master Neloth isn’t the only reason you’re after this thing. Back on Skyrim, during a visit to the town of Riverwood, a trio of cultist attacked you. Before they lashed out, they mentioned someone named “Miraak.” From there, you came to Solstheim, only to find parts of the local population seeking out stone pillars. There they toiled, repeating a mantra that made no sense.

It all led to Skaal Village where the shaman, Storn Crag-Strider, diverted you to Saering’s Watch to learn a Word of Power. The All-Maker stones, as Storn called them, are all cleansed. But it only pushed you deeper into this twisted treachery. Storn was adamant about not turning to Hermaeus Mora for assistance in defeating Miraak, but did mention Black Books and who would know more.

Master Neloth was that person.

Now, you’re here, staring at the thing everyone’s been talking about, and you’re not entirely sure who to trust.

As if drawn by an invisible tether, your left foot slides forward toward the Black Book. Your mind registers it only when Teldryn reaches out and grabs your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a whispered sharpness. Teldryn pushes you up against the stair’s central support pillar. “You are not touching that.”

“How else are we supposed to get it to Neloth?” you snap.

“We don’t,” replies Teldryn. “I love gold but I’m not stupid. We don’t need to do this. There are plenty of other jobs out there for us to do that don’t involve anything like that.” Teldryn emphasizes his distaste by pointing at the Black Book.

“But I’m the Dragonborn. I have to do this.”

“Do you? Do you really?”

You square your shoulders and stare Teldryn down. “Yes. That’s my destiny as—”

“Is that what those old loons up on the mountain told you?” interrupts Teldryn. “That you have to solve all of Tamriel’s problems?”

“No, but—”

“But nothing. You are not beholden to anyone but yourself.” Teldryn pauses a moment and then inclines his head. “Except me. Still owe me from that bet we made in Windhelm.”

“If I pay up, will you stop talking?”

Teldryn considers. “No,” he says after a few long seconds.

The two of you turn your heads in the direction of the Black Book. The black mist around it appears thicker, and distantly, you hear voices whispering. Yet this inaudible chorus seems miles away, their voices just existing at the edges of your hearing. Teldryn is Mer, and his ears are sharper than your human ones.

“Teldryn?” you ask softly. “Do you hear that?”

His head tilts to the right an inch. “Hear what?”

You focus in on the sound, pushing all your attention into deciphering the message. It is a chorus, a resounding force of voices all harmonizing together, but every time you try to pick a word out, the understanding slips and you’re left with nothing.

“Voices,” you murmur. “Do you not hear them?”

Teldryn shakes his head and then slowly pivots to face the dark tome. You take a step closer and Teldryn blocks your path.

“How can you not hear it?” You’re not speaking to Teldryn but to the air, thinking out loud rather than seeking an answer.

Teldryn is no barrier. You push past him and make it five full steps before Teldryn is able to cut you off. He places his hands on your shoulders, halting your forward momentum.

“The Black Book is speaking to you. Hermaeus Mora is calling you to him,” says Teldryn, shaking your shoulders.

Your nostrils flare and you smell ink. It is thick and viscous. “I should open it.” The words fall from your lips easily, as if you are one of the possessed and hearing Miraak’s mantra.

“This is insanity,” hisses Teldryn. “You’re not risking your life like this.”

The voices strengthen, and between each intake of breath, you hear their song. It is not one language but many, and they all speak in unison, their words matching up in syllable and pitch. Some of the voices sound entirely mortal. Others are odd. Primordial. You do not understand them and their strangeness batters away at your brain.

Something wet drips onto your upper lip. You don’t wipe it away.

“Your nose is bleeding,” murmurs Teldryn. Behind the Chitin helmet, all you can see are the Dunmer’s eyes. But they speak volumes. His concern is evident.

The tug to open the book is unyieldingly powerful. There is no part of your body that isn’t sizzling with the need to touch the fleshy cover and reveal the secrets inside. In the end, you will have to open a Black Book. In the end, you will have to involve yourself. All roads lead there. You know this in your marrow.

“They’ll never stop coming,” you say, and each word is laced with sadness.

This is your purpose. This is the life placed before you. The gift of the Voice is not one you asked for. It is not something you ever wished upon yourself. But there is no way to give it back. Time and Fate will eventually catch up to you.

Better to face it all now.

“You owe no one nothing.” Teldryn is not a liar. At least, not to you. He respects you even when he disagrees.

“I know.” The admission is painful.

“I can’t protect you once you open that book. We don’t know what will happen.”

You shake your head. “Miraak’s temple is too heavily guarded. I cannot seek answers there.”

“We cannot seek answers there,” corrects Teldryn, his voice breaking slightly. “Where you go, I go.”

“You only say that because I pay you well.”

Teldryn gently rests his helmet against your forehead. “You pay me shit.”

The bit of blood on your lip rolls down to your chin. “Don’t wait for me,” you whisper. “Whatever you do, Teldryn. Don’t. Wait.”

Teldryn’s chest heaves with a great sigh. “I get your homestead in Falkreath.”

“Deal,” you laugh as another wet drop falls onto your upper lip. Teldryn loves that house, and it’s been nothing but trouble for you.

With a final squeeze of your shoulders, Teldryn pulls away, moving out of your path, revealing the Black Book. What dwells inside the book is the unknown factor. You could go mad. You could experience visions. You could simply disappear from this plane. There is no telling what might happen.

The harmonious voices strengthen as you stride closer. On the cover, the symbol of Hermaeus Mora begins to glow a sickly green. Around the book, the black mist thickens. In its foggy depths, the shadows of tentacles unfurl. They are transparent. Faint, dark whisps. The tentacles venture outwards, reaching as if seeking an embrace.

Another step. Another. Another still and then you’re right there, staring down at the thing that won’t stop talking.

Neloth will have his book, but you need this to end.

The tips of your fingers brush against the edge of the Black Book’s cover. It is not fleshy as you expect it to be. It is coarse, but not sharp or scratchy. Slowly, your fingers curl around the edge. There is a hesitation just before you start to open the cover. Moving with you, the pages follow the cover, and then the yellowed papers inside present themselves.

At first, there is nothing. The pages you stare at are blank. In the next second, all sound disappears as if the room is frozen in time. It is followed by a soft pop, and the world comes hurtling forward.

The blank pages begin to fill in archaic, living writing. The unknown words and symbols move across the page in systematic lines and circles. Some are large and easy to see while others are so tiny they float around in the background in faint swirls.

Between the pages is a void. It emerges from the binding, moving outward over the pages. It is an abyss, and its emptiness drags you forward, your boots lifting off the floor until you’re on your toes.

Tentacles burst forth from the darkness. These are not the misty tendrils from earlier but real, tangible limbs that slide over and around you. They wrap around your arms and shoulders. They suction to your face and neck. They probe and push even as you thrash about, trying to break free.

Escape is impossible. You’re hauled forward, tipping down into the abyss, delving into the darkness. There is a loud roaring and then your feet are on solid ground.

The abyss is gone, and instead…

You’re not entirely sure where you are.

Around you is an alcove made of black metal. Attached to it is an archway made of books that connect to a long hallway. The books within the archway are stacked on top of each other, almost seeming to melt together near the center curve of the arch. Beneath your feet is stone. Some of it is gray like the rock on the side of mountain. Other chunks of stone are black and dull. There are pages from books scattered all over the ground but they aren’t moving. They simply rest where they lay.

You bend at the knees and reach out, sliding a fingernail under the corner of the nearest page. Its only lifts an inch or so, and with it comes something syrupy and sticky. You immediately retract your arm and stand, wiping away the reside on your leather pants.

Slowly, you rotate, surveying your surroundings. It’s only when you turn around that you notice the Black Book. The symbol of Hermaeus Mora does not glow. There is no black mist or odd whispering.

Without second guessing the choice, you grab the cover and open the book, expecting to find what you did just seconds ago.

Nothing.

The pages are blank.

You flip the page. Nothing. Flip again. Still blank.

You go to the beginning, examining every inch of paper. No living words or symbols appear. The book is dead. Silent.

Frowning, you spin around and stare down the long hallway. The air is stale and absent of wind. Glancing up, you peer through the small holes in the black metal. A glowing, green sky greets you. There are streaks in the sky that move like clouds but their radiance is more like lightning. Shifting on your feet, you change perspective, and discover a black abyss cutting through the green sky.

Is that what you fell through?

As you watch the portal, black tentacles drop from its darkness and sway as if caught on a breeze. But you feel no wind against your skin. Then again, you don’t sense a temperature either. You’re not cold but you’re not warm, as if the very atmosphere is adjusting to your body temperature, making the stale air around you feel like absolutely nothing.

Wherever you are, it is an atrocity.

Without a way to go back, the only path is forward.

With overly slow movements, you unsheathe the sword at your waist. The hallway isn’t well lit, but there is enough light to see by. Crouching slightly, you move on silent feet, keeping close to the wall without touching it.

The stone floor gives way to twisted metal, and the walls are nothing but books. You do not stop to peer at any of them. This place is dangerous, and you need to be alert at all times. Survival is essential. Information is important. Any clues that you can take back to Neloth or Storn might help in unveiling the mystery behind this stranger known as Miraak.

Hermaeus Mora is not unknown to you. You grew up on stories about Aedra and Daedra. They were standard tales, but when you were a child, those beings seemed far from the reality of your life.

It is so very different now.

Neloth did not shy away from talking about the Daedric Prince. It was Miraak that the Dunmer dismissed, seeming more concerned with Mora and the Black Books.

What was it that Neloth said about Mora’s permanent influence? Madness. Loss of self-awareness. Black spots in the whites of the eyes. There are no mirrors and you cannot see your reflection in your sword. You’re not mad, but for a brief moment you thought you were when Teldryn couldn’t hear the voices. Your self-awareness is intact. At least, for now.

Storn called Mora the Skaal’s enemy, and spoke of hidden Skaal knowledge that Mora wishes to obtain only for the sheer pleasure of possessing it. But Storn did not say more, merely focusing on the destruction of Miraak’s influence.

As you round a corner, you arrive at an open platform. Instead of approaching, you hang back, observing your newly unobstructed view of the environment. From here, the glowing sky and black portals are in clear view. Various structures dot the landscape, and it stretches in all directions.

But there is no landscape. There are no trees or blades of grass. What should be the ground isn’t rock or dirt but a dark liquid that resembles black water. It is as dark as parchment ink, and the surface of it ripples slightly as if something moves beneath it. You have zero desire to know if its as fluid as an ocean or thick like honey.

The platform itself is rounded and juts out slightly from the opening. As you step closer, the platform shifts and fans upward, extending like the wings of a dragonfly. Another appears from above, connecting to it to form a bridge.

There is a tower there, the outside of the structure nothing but pillars of books. Your gaze sweeps across it and the surrounding area. Nothing jumps out at you except the strangeness of the place. Nothing and no one lurk nearby.

Cautiously, you step out onto the bridge. Still, there is no wind. The air is still. With silent steps, you creep to the next platform. When you crest the small curve in the bridge just before the landing, you come to a stop and immediately drop to your stomach.

A strange creature hovers just inside the archway. It has four arms, two of which hold books while the others rest against its sides. Its head is squid-like with two thin eyes and no eyelids. Hanging from its shoulders are rags of some kind, but at this distance, it might also be fur.

It has not noticed you, and you use this to your advantage. Silently, you set your sword next to you, and remove your ebony bow from your back along with an arrow. Easing up to a low crouch, you pull back on the bowstring, aiming the pointed tip of the arrow at the head of the bizarre creature.

With a book in hand, it seems such a gentle creature. It’s head tentacles flare as it reads as if the words on the page are amusing. A brief moment of hesitation stays your hand. Then you remember the voices and mist, of how blood dripped from your nose from the brawling nature of it all.

Your finger slips from the bowstring.

The arrow whistles.

It lifts its head in curiosity.

Making contact, the arrow slides between the creature’s eyes.

There is no noise or cry of pain. It vanishes in a brief vibration of mist. The rags it wore and the books it held hang suspended in the air before falling to the ground. The books hit hard. The rags drift slowly.

Before the rags touch the ground, you’re up and moving, returning your blade to its scabbard. You remove another arrow from the quiver. In this moment, you are a stealthy killer, a being of darkness in a place made for it.

Your humanity will not pause your hand. The answers you seek go beyond that. You are in Hermaeus Mora’s realm. You are alone. Teldryn is not here to help you. Everything going forward must be done with only yourself in mind.

As you step off the bridge, the dragonfly-like structures break apart. You glance back and meet open air.

A howl reaches your ears. It bites and claws, sounding of blood-filled lungs. All the hair on your arms stand on end, and your skin prickles with awareness. The awful sound comes again. It’s closer. Moving in. Trapping you against a threat of falling.

There is a ripple. A change that you sense. Of a predator seeking its prey.

You drop to your knees as a ball of vibrating air launches over your head. Spinning toward your assailant, you release the notched arrow. It strikes true, hitting another one of those creatures.

This one shrieks. Then doubles. A replicate appearing beside it.

With quick fingers, you release two more, sending the tentacle twins vanishing into puffs of mist.

It is clear that your presence has been detected. Stealth will be of little use if the beings of this realm are actively seeking you out.

Charging down the hall only proves what you expect. More of these creatures lurk nearby, actively waiting for you to make an appearance. These are not visible. They are beings of mist, and they solidify with a blink, popping up from nowhere before your very eyes.

The first surprises, nearly knocking you down.

The second almost grabs you. It’s clawed hand just grazing your leather armor.

The third hurtles into you, but you manage to roll into the fall, getting back on your feet with ease.

The bow is useless. They are too close, disappearing then reappearing in rapid succession. Your blade is sharp, and you are eager for a bit of blood.

The steel blade rings loudly and the first swing strikes true.

“Fus!” The power of your Voice slams into one of the tentacled creatures. It flinches back. Recoils from your blow. It is enough for you to drive forward.

You duck and weave, slicing through the air and dispatching your assailants with the skill that has made hundreds tremble.

But there is no blood. These creatures do not bleed. They simply vanish into mist.

Chest heaving, you finally have a moment to gauge your new surroundings. It’s a massive circular room. There are several large, metal double doors scattered throughout the room but the doors are shut, barring entry.

All expect one.

With resolve in every step, you march forward toward the open gate, passing rotting stacks of books and floating eyes with tiny tentacles. They look like horrific stars. They even blink, following you for a few strides before drifting off to move about the room.

You ascend the raised dais, pass through the doors, and up another flight of stairs before you’re spit out onto another platform.

Unlike the previous platforms, this one is already attached to a bridge. It spans a great expanse of black water, connecting to another tower. But there is too much open space between the towers, and there is zero cover. You would need to sprint, or use a Shout to speedily propel yourself across.

A roar from behind you stirs your feet.

“Wuld Nah!” In seconds, you’re halfway across the bridge, already sprinting to the other side, your arms and legs pumping with every step.

“Dovahkiin!”

The primordial voice is an anchor tied to your feet and you are in deep water. Sinking. You are sinking. The bridge beneath you is melting, sucking and solidifying around your boots.

With a cry, you reach down and try to lift your leg. Nothing. You are rooted to the spot.

A shadow falls across the bridge. A deep, unsettling, slimy sensation slithers up your spine and wraps around your throat. Your eyes are fixed to your submerged boots.

“Fate has led you here, to my realm, as I knew it would.” Your fingers tremble and you refuse to look up. “All seekers of knowledge come to my realm, sooner or later. That is what you are after, isn’t it? Knowledge. That is why you answered my call so willingly.”

No forms on your tongue. You did not come willingly. Or did you? Yes, the pull was there but you intended to open up the Black Book. Didn’t you?

You’re…certain?

A lone black tentacles drifts in front of your face. It wiggles slightly, moving toward your nose. It retreats slightly, and then with an odd gentleness, curls under your chin, lifting your face to the Daedric Prince floating in the sky.

Hermaeus Mora is a grotesque abomination. He is a green and black mass, a void of tentacles and eyes. His entire being pulsates, expanding and retracting as he…breathes? Do Daedric Lords need to breath? Or is this just a formality to make you more comfortable?

If it’s intentional on Mora’s part, it’s creepy, only adding to his aura. Hermaeus Mora is large, taking up so much space he’s all you can see. While he hovers in the air, Mora is not far from you. In fact, if you lift your hand and extend your arm, you’d easily touch him.

The large eye in the center of it all blinks slowly in observation. “Is the Last Dragonborn a fool? Speak, mortal. Why did you come to me?”

Deep in the recesses of your soul, a stubbornness blooms. Your mouth does not form the answer he’s seeking. Instead, your lips pull back, and you bare your teeth like a feral animal.

“If you are the Prince of Fate, surely you can answer such a simple question. All this knowledge around you, and yet you cannot form your own answer. I expected more.”

Hermaeus Mora bristles, his form expanding in size as his tentacles vibrate with irritation. “Be warned. Many have sought my halls. I have broken them all. You cannot evade me. You cannot resist.”

The bridge rumbles. Hermaeus Mora’s massive eye slides up to watch a point over your shoulder. Slowly, you turn, finding yet another abomination. This one is incredibly tall, almost amphibious and slightly humanoid. Each of its footsteps shake the bridge.

Mora is calm. Serene. The creature moves closer, each shattering step a threat.

“You are in my realm now, Dragonborn. Apocrypha will be your home. You will converse with me and I cannot wait to know your secrets.”

From the monster’s open mouth emerge a wave of tentacles. They wrap around your body. They cover your face and slide into your mouth, reaching toward your lungs.

“Sleep,” hums Hermaeus Mora as your consciousness begins to slip. “And then we shall talk.”

Part Two

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[swamphelminth]

What if... Shaman trio perceive Cord as a "spirit from the woods". Their bioms are located next to each other. Why not?? So that the spirit doesn't get angry, doesn't spread the infection of the Enchanted forest to the jungle, Shamans appease it by bringing fruits or other gifts to the Cord.

[nogu-d-reamers]

WELCOME TO PLAYTOWN/POPPY PLAYTOWN- CHARACTER REFERENCE #8.

INFORMATION AND DATA.

Name: Bubba Bubbaphant

Age: 26

Height:3,50 mts/11'4 fts

Species: Smiling critter creature. Elephant (Asian elephant).

Occupation: Sage inspector

Genre: male (he/him)

Sexuality:bi

Magical usser type: Magician

Birth place: bookers district (Main city)

Birth day: august 12th

Personality:

Bubba is an elephant, intelligent and calm; almost to the point of reason in any environment he is in. He is usually cautious and of few words unless some "knowledge of..." or "money" comes up.

While he has a job as a "Sage Inspector" he definitely hates his job; not only because of the unpleasant attitude of his boss Sir. P. (whom he and other coworkers nickname him "Sir. Poops-a-Lot" behind his back for his attitude and turning any case he is on into a shitty environment). However; he is not motivated to quit because it really is a good salary; but he really looks forward to the day being over so he can drown his frustrations at Picky's family restaurant or spend time with his friends. He is aware of his friends in general being a powerful magnet for chaos; but he really enjoys seeing them around his job because he may not be a shaman, but he knows that whatever is less boring will happen.

Bubba eventually becomes excessively fond of money; even insistent, according to the clauses of the loan agreement... to the point where a recurring joke is that when he asks one of his friends to return what he lent them, they immediately look at him angrily saying "wasn't it a smaller amount?!" but giving him part of it hoping the amount will go down (with the exception of Picky and Dogday; the last time he tried to collect from them Picky said "ahh? just that? Well, that settles your liquor debt" and with Dogday he turned his clauses against him)

Although he seems like a reserved and serious guy, he has a very latent weak point in bothering the chaos trio with jokes that only they 3 (Hoppy-Kickin-Catnap) know that he made them and that no one will believe them.

And in turn, the Chaos Trio know a weak point in him that they do not hesitate to exploit = he is foolishly in love with Picky.

about his work and daily life.

His day starts early drinking 3 coffees to endure his loooooooooong day at the office; he is a sage inspector, in charge of irregular magic cases to avoid them ending up in court to prove that they were accidental magical events and he must approve projects for himself, which sounds more exciting than it really is.

He mentally prepares himself for the day to end quickly and tries to survive the work day of the following inconveniences = cases related to Witchers (who although he does not share the elitism of the other magicians, are still problematic clients), cases with cursed objects (he is still trying to get over the time when a boy ended up cursed for having found a finger in a chest and they wanted to recruit him by force), his boss being a pain, having to defend some of his friends because they got into trouble, mandatory overtime, etc.

It is common to see him drinking at Picky's restaurant, taking his days off at the library or discussing with Hoppy or Kickin the viability of a project or a mission.

Magic data (and other skills):

Bubba, beyond his abilities as a magician, is:

- a cautious observer

- a perfect planner

- a master at extorting money to get what he wants or needs.

Unlike traditional wizards, a product of his environment and the fact that his parents were a shaman and an exorcist; he uses rhythmic movements with his wand and hands instead of verbal spells as is the traditional way; not being the traditional method but the one that works best for him. He specializes in mental spells or those that play with someone else's psyche, and is bad with explosive spells.

other random data:

favorite food: red veggies curry «Simple, spicy, quick to eat and goes well with chai or matcha»

Favorite dessert: mochis «especially those prepared at the train station near the council of sages, are perfect after a horrible weekday»

hated food: wine cake «It doesn't get you drunk and it doesn't taste good, what's the point? Be a disgusting cake for Christmas parties?»

smell: lemongrass

strength: intelligence, memory, companionship

weakness: tunnel vision, stingy, doesn't leave his comfort zone

favorite physical appearance: birthmarks «I proudly show them whenever I can.»

hated physical appearance: hands «I curse whoever came up with all those things for long fingers only!!!»

person you respect most: Bobby «Nurse Bearhug has a lot of points, she does what she loves and talks about anything»

person you don't want as an enemy: Catnap «He will owe me money, but I am not crazy to bother him after witnessing a case in which he lost his patience...»

hobby: Collecting second-hand books and portraits

Some crush?:

«K:is picky!!!»

«H:Of course she is *giggles»

«B:What are you doing here?! How did we get here?!»

«K & H:Catnap»

«C:alo~»

«B: They have 17.5 seconds to get out of here or I swear I'll empty your bank account of what you owe me...»

[ts4wishbuildercc]

Ts4 Darkspear troll's village 🦜🌴

from World of Warcraft

(functional fan build)

by Ts4Wishbuildercc

First click on the individual images, it is better because of the amount of detail. The large house is of my own creation made in the style of wow, because I think trolls have just a few places to live with their families.

Fisherman's house - Inn: ❤

Floor plan is made to resemble an old troll god head. There is a flaming bar, ideal for your horde party.

Sry I realy love pictures of Malacras, troll warlock.

Little relaxation on top of building for your tired bones. (nice at night)

Do you like skydiving? Tuwaka does... O.o

Unfurtunately I still can't get the fishing piers to work. If you figure it out before me, let me know pls!

Voodoo shop house: ❤

Trio:❤

Place with hookah, a little magic stuff store and a drum platform with a cradle for baby.

Grounds: ❤

Troll's market: (selling table)

Playful war vagon: Wanna play cards (sabbac) with your buddy?

Raptor day...sry for this XD

Brown: " Hey Charlie, can we eat this little one?"

Blue: " Ehh, Frankie, I think, that is your son..."

Brown: " Shi... But I'm hungry!....are you sure?"

Blue: " No Frankie!"

Large troll's house: ❤

House has a small kitchen and bathroom. Sorry, it could be better, but for a house of this size i needed more space.

Troll's shaman platform: (a beauty at night, you can see stairs below the beatiful sea )

And some daily activities" you can do

This post is also for my dear fiance, who loves trolls and plays them. "Thank you, that you stay with me even in my physical pain and let me slowly heal."

Im not a creator of cc. I just build with them. Many thanks to all amazing creators!❤️

I still fight with tray files and other personal stuff, but when everything gets better, they could be all by the end of summer. :)

If you like it, please still looking for changes on my blog. I plan building sure just one more troll build

- Troll capital city

( 'm not sure which now, but it will be in temple style) XD

See you with my next build with... Draenei ❤

And remember...

" Stay away from da voodoo"

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[rev-wrath]

Dropping by your inbox to ramble about my OCs (cause, the tag function lets me somewhat keep track of what I've written about them when I rb this from you) bc they're my blorbos that not many people know about.

So, as I've said before, it's a story mainly revolving around a god (Ares), a human (Genesis), and an angel (Samzaya). Basically, Gen moves to live her life as a lighthouse keeper (even though the job is mostly done by machines in modern times. but divine intervention pulled her there) and on her first night, a terrible storm brings Ares and Samzaya into her 'new' home. Somehow, neither of them can leave.

Originally, I imagined Ares to show his face from the very beginning, but looking at lore/myths, I figured it would be better if his face was hidden. By a motorbike helmet or a veil of a kind (to shove in the fact that he's not human). Samzaya's an angel who has watched humanity from afar, but never interacted or was close to them. They're a type of angel called a Watcher and those types of angels were the first to fall in love with humans and produce nephilims. They don't know shit about humans, and Gen + Ares (the most human god, as I like to call him) have to teach them how to act around humans ('don't go in all divine light ablaze, don't talk in that staticky way, etc')

Gen is... She's human. But she's also kind of not? Her mother was a Korean shaman and her father Catholic priest but before he officially became one. But she's also blessed by Diwonuso (which really shouldn't happen, and it's related to the apocalypse)

As said, the first half of the story line I have for the trio is them developing a relationship with each other, and the other half is around the mish mash of pantheons forcing hunters/exorcists/deities from different beliefs banding together to stop the angels and demons from making their own pantheon the sole one in the world.

Oh yeah, the three of them also drop into Tartarus at one point, and this results in trauma for everyone!

Have some snippets (+ some random footnotes and comments) of a WIP I was working on like three months ago.

“Not really.” Her voice sounded off to her own ears. Maybe she was dissociating a little bit. “My family’s religion is Buddhism.” “Thou dost not feel of the essence of Buddha.” She flinched at the trilling, high pitched sound coming from the incomprehensible entity’s general area as well as the sensation of their words being slammed into her mind instead of her ears. “For the love of Hades- put on a form that wouldn’t hurt the mortal’s fragile body-” the man said a word that she didn’t quite understand. But she could tell that it was an insult from the way the man’s lips curled and the way he all but spat out the last word. The incomprehensible entity seemed to turn their gaze directly to where the man was sitting. “Watch thy tongue, pagan god, lest I deem it fit to rip it from thine mouth-”

The Fates were bullshit, and Ares[1] could not care less about the children of Nyx. He hated the fact that he was all but thrown into the middle of his uncle Poseidon’s domain. He hated that he was all but fished out of the ocean by the mortal and the angel. And he hated that out of all his fellow Olympians, he was the most intimately intertwined with the mortals. Not Aphrodite. Not Hestia. Not his mother or his father. Him. Maybe Dionysus[SK1] . But his half-brother was of mortal origin, so he didn’t really count. He was Ares, God of War. He had died a thousand deaths with the soldiers on the field. He will die a thousand more. Unlike Athena, who strategized and commanded, only fighting with mortals when she deemed it needed, he had always been there. Had felt spears and arrows and bullets pierce and end the lives of soldiers. Out of all the Olympians, his ichor was the most mingled with red. The moment the angel unleashed their warning, he was shrugging off the towel- it was in Athena’s colour- and he was lunging for the mortal who had been surprisingly unperturbed in the presence of a god and a servant of ‘the Lord’. He covered the mortal’s ears with his hands, and he couldn’t help but pause momentarily when he felt how soft she was. He had forgotten how soft mortals were. Had forgotten how fragile their body and soul was. [1]Epithet to note; Ares Gynaecothoenas, the god feasted by women. The women of Tegea in Arcadia defeated the invading Spartans to defend their city, capturing the Spartan king whilst they were at it. Whilst the depiction didn’t show Ares’ involvement and seems to focus on the ability that Marpessa showed to take initiative. The women later partook in a feast that only women were invited + to honour Ares. And babe, he was literally the patron god of the Amazons.  [SK1]Do I want him to be Zagreus too? He’s also Diwonuso… A god that was once mortal is such a tasty idea, no matter how many times I’ve seen it done. Maybe Gen could mimic it to a degree? She could be the immortal cursed with mortality… Cursed to reincarnate over and over and over again?

Have I told you lately you’re cool? Because you are. I love this so much. Absolute patchwork relationship with three different beings from three different backgrounds. The absolute care Ares has for Gen? Oh, I love it. Samzaya’s a “I am so far removed from humanity, I know much and so little at the same time” which is fantastic. I love them already and look forward to hearing what the fuck their apocalypse is all about.

[eddygoldarm]

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Could you just do like a headcannon drop? About any character I don't mind!

Okay I'm gonna use this post to HC drop about the general lore I built myself since I started playing the game in 2018. It deviates a bit from the Starr Park/arg stuff, there are some things that I don't personally like and that "destroyed" my view of this world so I'm willingly ignoring some of it, in favor of my own little narrative. It's just me taking bricks and making a fun little house, don't be mean about it. If you find things that could be interesting feel free to share them.

Okay so, in my head, BS takes place in some kind of post-apocalyptic wasteland in the future. It's not as bad as in fallout lol, but something happened that made most of the land dry and hostile. It's now inhabited by a small number of communities, but also by criminals, robots and strange creatures, mutated by the radiation emitted by the purple gems.

The gems are probably what caused the event in the past, most people were affectes by this, and are mutants to some degree. Some humans gained subhuman abilities : better strengh, perception, regeneration, intelligence, or even powers like invisibility or shooting lasers. And some robots, plants or animals gained intelligence, making them human-like. This turned the land into a melting-pot of many creatures and cultures, most of them trying to emulate what was before them (that's why we have places like Oldtown and Retropolis).

Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, this being an hostile environnement, there were many tensions between the people of the land. And many fights were held over ressources, mostly the gems, who were an invaluable source of energy. In order to solve the tensions, and to protect the innocent, two main things were done :

Some people stood up as mediators in order to limit the conflicts and arrest criminals. They later united and founded the Park Rangers. They're now the ones who keep order in the land and protect the innocent.

Some others, with the hopes of uniting the people, opened a modest but colorful fair, right in the middle of the desert. This surprisingly worked, the fair quickly becoming a beacon of union and harmony in the lonely badlands, were no conflict was allowed, only fun and friendship. Understanding their common goal, the fair and the rangers partnered together to make the frontier a better place.

Eventually, the fair was bought by a powerful family of the land, and started to develop even more, and taking inspiration from the environnement to create more and more impressive attractions. It's become what we know today at Starr Park. While it is a place of fun and joy, few people know what's really going on behind the scenes, and what their final goal is. Sadly, it has become so powerful today, that everyone who tries to fight it gets pinned down as an ennemy.

Today, while it is still hostile, the frontier is a way better place than it was before thanks to the efforts of its inhabitants. But who knows for how long?

So that's about it. Now I'll list most of the factions (trios) of the world and were I think they belong to. It's basically divided between the people who work at Starr Park and the rest of the frontier, so :

-The frontier/Oldtown: It's the smallest city of the frontier, it's very isolated, and has kept the charm of and old desert town. Because of this, many criminals lurk around, and a lot of people leave, attracted by the bigger cities. The Rangers, Townsfolk, Junkers, Mystics, Miners, and Goldarm gang hang around here. The stuntshow and mexican entertainers (wtf is this name) also live around here but they also do shows for Starr Park.

-The jungle : Far removed from the civilisation, it is a wild and luxurious, but even more dangerous place than the desert. They say if you go too deep, you will come back cursed. The Shaman tribe, Enchanted forest and Biologists hang around here. The biodome, at the limit of the forest, is a research laboratory dedicated to preserving and observing the mutated wildlife of the area, they are partly financed by Starr Park.

-Retropolis : A more developed city in the desert, it has a dark 50's aesthetic. It is a safer place than Oldtown, but it is still riddled by gangs. The Arcade and Retropolis gang hang around here.

-Super City : A big city with skyscrappers, a bit removed from the desert, most of the people have moved here now, but it is still often attacked by kaijus. The Superheroes hang around here, and most of the people who work at Starr Park live here (Starr theater, Brawlywood, Gift Shop, Candyland...)

-The BAD badlands, very creepy and dark place, were mutants are numerous. The Undeads and Swamp creatures, and bizarre circus live around here.

-Starr Park : A place of joy and fun, throning in the middle of the frontier! A lot of the brawlers work/live here. The Starr Park hub bots reside here permanently.

-The sea : There is a beach, it's one of the only safe places in the frontier. If you don't mind the pirates and mutant fish of course, the pirates and deep sea trios hang around here.

-There is a train connecting all these parts of the lands, but they say not to stay too long in it, or you might end up lost forever!! The ghost train people hang around here.

Edit : I forgot about Starr Force, they live in space but sometimes the ship lands in the desert which causes a lot of mayhem.

The distinction between who works at SP and who doesn't isn't really clear so maybe I should make a tier list or something idk 😭😭 In the actual lore I think they all work more or less for it but I prefer them all to be seperated, they feel more independant this way idk.

Anyway that's about it, I hope you enjoyed my stupide lore soup?