#She ta Shadow Weaver

[carasilvaart]

Shadow Weaver

I love Shadow Weaver so much. I’m so gay for this character. ; w;

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

ml only ever redeeming male characters, including abusive fathers and a guy that literally committed a genocide, while villainizing the girls makes me very thankful that TA never worked on the She-Ra reboot or Last Airbender

Like you know he would have tried to redeem Hordak Prime & Ozai, make the heroes laugh at Azula's descent into madness while saying she deserved it or even try to claim Shadow Weaver wasn't abusive especially towards Catra

Just imagine if Astruc's team wrote other shows. They'd probably end up letting villains like Vilgax, the Shredder, and Emperor Belos get little more than a slap on the wrist for their actions.

[seeasweetsmile]

Yes yes yes!! 👏

It's exactly the same scene in Shera; Shadow Weaver save Adora and Catra at the last minute from the monster to permit the girls to continue their road on the Heart for winning the war (but mostly for Adora to sacrifice herself in the process). It's not because Shadow Weaver sacrifice herself that swept out all the things she did to the girls since their childhood a.k.a:

-the manipulative touch (the maternal caress on the cheek) and words to force the girls to obey at her orders or they doibg stuff that benefit Shadow Weaver for her bigger plans,

-their child soldier mindset with praising Adora, hyping her up to be the best, to follow the rules, to not being distracted by others and especially by Catra, keep Catra in the line,

-while torturing or gaslighting Catra to teach her to be nice/to make all things for being under Shadow Weaver radar if she want to stay at Adora's side because Adora wanted to (Shadow Weaver see Catra as Adora's pet and don't recognize her as a person neither recognize her skills),

-slowly manipulate them to be against each other, to have more control on Adora and her powers,

-private them to have food if they don't succeed at test (i'm not sure about this one, is it canon or just fans analysis?),

-push Adora to sacrifice herself, and like that, Catra will be alone and mourning the love of her life (like, if Shadow Waver can't have Adora, Catra will not have her too, y'know?)

And probably others things I don't remember.

But ANYWAYS, my point is: it's not because she choose to sacrifice herself for the girls that make her a hero and all she did is suddendly forgotten!

Also, I remember the writers said that the last actions of Shadow Weaver was a manipulative thing, a "last nice act" to haunted the girls, for that Adora and Catra live the rest of their lives wondering if she loved them or not.

Did you imagine if the writers of shera decided to do the same as miraculous's writers; to make a statue of fucking Shadow Weaver because she help to win the war? lmao

Did you imagine, how Adora and Catra, who has been manipulated and abused by Shadow Weaver, could feel if they see a statue of her abuser and she was considered as a HERO for everyone. What an injustice and a stab in the back, knowing how truly Shadow Waver was inside the Fright Zone walls. And it's not just towards Adora and Catra; same goes for Mika and Glimmer (the former king and the actual queen of Bright Moon) she manipulated and harm them. They could'nt never accepted to build a statue on her honor.

Also, last thing I thought laughable as a shera fans myself, is that I saw a ml salt video on youtube about TA, and apparently, TA said there was few years on twitter that 80 or 90% of his ml-salters had a shera profil pic. Like, first of all, why did you mention this? What do you want to proove? And secondly, if the shera fans are salted at your serie maybe it's because they wanted to have a amazing serie like shera and maybe, just maybe, because you made so many wrong narrative choices they are disappointed?

ANYWAYS 2: Gabe is NOT a hero. Even if the writers says so. They saw as a hero but objectively he's absolutely not. Like OP said: one good actions doesn't suppress all the harm he did. Stop defending the writers when they passed all the seasons and especially the S5 to show how mean Gabriel can act towards Adrien. If they wanted to show us a good Gabriel, maybe they could have shown Gabriel becoming more and more concerned for his son, not the "tough love" he seemed to give, not the switch mindset he had and the last wish he told to Marinette about wanting Adrien remembering the good side of him.

It'll be personal (and it'll be the last thing I'll say, I promise) but my father died when I was 9. He was not a nice father. Maybe we shared good moments or memories, but frankly, I don't remember. The only things I remembers are the bad moments and how bad he treated me. And I'm 29 now.

And you tell me that Adrien, a 14y/o teenagers who was manipulated emotionally and mentally, especially in S5 with pushing him aside, manipulate his relationship with Marinette, and push him in a freaking white room, doesn't have any grudges towards his father?? That the only thing he remembers is that his father helped to fight against Monarch, like Ladybug told him??

Wouaw, what a thing to praise Gabriel as a hero, huh?

Nah, it's too much. I'm out.

Some people say that it's normal for Gabriel to be seen as a hero in view of what happens at the end of season 5.

I'm sorry, but no... Gabriel didn't save the world. The only person he saved was Nathalie. All he did was change his mind at the last minute.

Does the simple fact that he sacrificed himself make him a hero? No. One good deed doesn't take away all the evil he's done.

[pageofqueens]

80s & 90s CARTOON VILLAINESS MASTERPOST PT. III

1. NASTINA (ROSE PETAL PLACE)

2. QUEEN SCOWLENE (MOON DREAMERS)

3. DR. FROST (PLASTIC MAN)

4. TA-SHE (THUNDERCATS)

5. SOUR GRAPES (STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE)

6. QUEEN ZINN (DUNGEONS & DRAGONS)

7. HAGGAR (VOLTRON)

8. SHADOW WEAVER (SHE-RA)

9. CATRA (SHE-RA)

10. QUEEN TARTARA (THUNDERCATS)

[keemsnas]

“Kitty!”

[johannas-motivational-insults]

Catra doesn’t want power. Catra wants respect.

And I don’t even necessarily mean the respect soldiers are required to give their superiors (or else). I’m talking about respect for her abilities, respect for her personhood, respect for her wants and needs.

The reason Catra chases power is because in a militarized environment power is the most sure way to get at least some of the advantages of respect. She thinks power will give her safety, validation, opportunities to prove her worth. Very quickly she finds out that on the contrary Hordak is violent, harsh, and controlling. He doesn’t respect her abilities or her personhood, and that leaves her more frustrated than ever. Hordak does occasionally praise her for her good work, and it’s just enough to keep her hoping for more, but most of the time he withholds this validation, this respect.

I’ve said before that Catra doesn’t want power, she wants the validation of being trusted with power. That take was true, but only one piece of a larger puzzle. Validation is in fact a form of respect: respect for one’s feelings or (in this case) abilities.

Look, above all, Catra wants to matter. She’s been told her whole life that her needs don’t matter, her accomplishments don’t matter, she doesn’t matter. She’s not satisfied being the “and Catra” to Adora, and this was true even before their falling out. Yeah in the portal she doesn’t seem to mind being second fiddle, but she also doesn’t remember everything, and in that situation she is treated as though she matters. Shadow Weaver says she has high hopes for them both, so clearly in this ideal reality she’s invested in Catra’s success and believes in her. And in my opinion that is what makes this reality ideal for her, not the fact that she’s with Adora.

In the real world Catra says she doesn’t want Adora to come back, and I think she’s actually telling the truth. But it’s not because she doesn’t want to be around Adora, it’s because Adora coming back means she’d go back to being her sidekick and lose the scraps of respect she’s managed to gain in her absence. That respect is something she’s been dying for her whole life, and now that she’s experienced a taste of it she’s loathe to give it up. In the portal reality that’s not a problem - she gets to have her cake and eat it too. Of course she’s happy.

The portal proved that Catra’s quest for power is not actually about power, it’s about recognition and opportunity. And that (ta-da!) is all about respect for her personhood and abilities. Her time in the Crimson Waste paints a similar picture. She’s at her happiest there not because she’s the leader, but because everyone respects her abilities. The gang toasts her, Goat Lady calls her the best leader they’ve ever had. She doesn’t necessarily want to be in charge of a bunch of people (in fact Catra seems to prefer going rogue and not complying with a set power structure), she just wants people to recognize that she could be in charge and excel in that role. We have to remember that she’s been not only physically but emotionally abused her whole life and told that she’s incapable and worthless: destined to be a pawn at worst, a sidekick at best. In the Crimson Waste, she was told the exact opposite.

Then why does she leave the Crimson Waste so fast? Because she finds out that Shadow Weaver not only abandoned her, she defected to the enemy so she could be with Adora. (It’s not actually that simple, but that’s how it looks to her.) Once again her abilities and accomplishments are nothing to Shadow Weaver, even though she proved herself extremely competent, and for that Shadow Weaver needs to pay. And to be fair, even before she finds this out she’s planning to go back to the Fright Zone anyway because she needs to prove herself to Hordak. Prove him wrong for doubting her, prove her worth to him and the Horde. She needs him to know that, just like Shadow Weaver, he was wrong to overlook her.

No one understands this piece of Catra better than Double Trouble, who cuts right to the core of it when giving their big speech. They understand that at the root of Catra’s trauma is the fact that the people she most wanted respect/validation from didn’t believe in her, didn’t trust her, didn’t need her. Her trauma stems from the fact that she was always made to feel worthless.

Everyone knows that Adora needs to be needed, but Catra needs to be needed as well, it’s just expressed in a very different way. She acts like she doesn’t care because it’s better to be seen as lazy than to admit how much it hurts being overlooked. But underneath that we see that she’s a passionate, caring, protective person, a hero by nature. And if she can’t be the hero, she’ll settle for being the villain, because at least the villain matters.

[gigglytrickster]

"r-right! here we go, bunny boobs time!" says June, almost shocked by the directness of Shadow Weaver's reply. Oh how her tail wigglewiggletwitches under the old elf's touch as June peels her top up and lets it drop down beside the bed. Her breasts bounce lightly into view, a warm plump pair of mounds topped with puffy, dark peaks. Thanks to the magical assistance in transitioning, her bust is nothing to sneeze at, full and natural and oh so soft looking. She arches her shoulders forward to present herself to Shadow Weaver, accentuating her cleavage. Then she reaches back behind herself and begins unbuttoning her skirt, which she slides out from under her tail and adds to the heap on the floor. Obviously those balls don't fit any panties as they are - or perhaps what underthings there were have long since snapped from strain. Regardless, the stuff pink of her leporine length is swiftly brought into view, as are the heavy orbs of her sac, full enough to be resting on the bed between Shadow Weaver's calves.

"t... ta da~ i know you already saw me like this in the video but - but heres me in all my bunny glory~"

oh gosh, uhm! hello and thank you for following me on my birth day! :) if you would really like to see what it is i uhh, i guess two likes will suffice?

[mimdecisive]

also you know what, FUCK cas//ta//weaver. shadow weaver is an old, old woman who knew castaspella as a toddler.

SW is at least 60 and abuses children. she literally wasted time during the portal mishap to torture catra. Castaspella deserves better. Castaspella is mistreated by the entire writing cast she doesn’t deserve to be paired with fucking. SHADOW weaver. you know, SW— who purposefully upsets Castaspella.

[offaeandcreation]

The Silk Weavers

Summary: He squeezed the scroll, rice paper far warmer than Wen MingZhu’s hand. Her words, sharper than icicles, echoed in his mind. “…you will place the document on Sect Leader Wen’s desk, and leave immediately.” Not once since Meng Yao stepped into Nightless City had he laid eyes on the Wen sect’s elusive Sect Leader. Was there a reason they shouldn’t meet?

Content Warnings: Body Modifications, Mild Thriller

Chapter 1: The Secret of the Wen Sect

1, 2,

AO3

“Young Master Meng.”

Meng Yao glanced up from his mountain of scrolls. Wen Mingzhu stood by the open door, her tall willowy figured rod straight. Meng Yao scrambled from his seat, slipping his brush back by the ink stone to keep from damaging the document he was working on. Brushing off his white and red uniform, he bowed,

“Maiden Wen Mingzhu, how can this disciple be of assistance?”

Wen Mingzhu nodded, black eyes vacant. Rarely, she expressed more than the occasional furrow of a brow. Maybe. Even with the care of a surgeon, no matter how many times Meng Yao dissected her expression, looking for any single minute twitch, he could never find any.

“Deliver this to Sect Leader Wen’s office.” She said curtly, one pale claw wrapped around a scroll sealed with pale blue silk. Silk that could buy a week’s worth of food. Or maybe a hair piece for mother. Did none of the Wen realize that the very minuscules of their life could pay to feed hundreds?

The heavy weight in his sleeve jingled when he reached for the scroll. A chuckle bubbled in Meng Yao’s throat. Food would be served tonight. Full course, well cooked meals for himself. For mother. And for Sisi.

“It will be done-“

Wen MingZhu snatched his wrist. Fingers wrapped tight, squeezing. Her hand icier than winter nights.

Meng Yao’s eyes met Wen Mingzhu’s. Her eyes, blacker than the black sky void of any stars, stared as if his skin was merely cheap thin rice paper. Meng Yao forced his facial muscles to relax: unclench his jaw, blink to relax the muscles around his eyes, put his shoulders down, and most importantly, smile just so…

“Listen to me very carefully, Young Master Meng,” Wen MingZhu kept an even cadence, as if she spoke of something half-minded, like the weather, “you will place the document on Sect Leader Wen’s desk, and leave immediately. Is that clear?”

Meng Yao nodded. Words caught in his throat.

A twitch between her brows. Wen MingZhu’s hand squeezed around his wrist. His fingers went numb.

“Answer me, Young Master Meng.” No fire in her voice. Her eyes remained impassive, staring right into his, not blinking once.

She never blinked whenever they interacted.

“Yes, Maiden MingZhu.” Meng Yao would bow if his hand was free.

She let go. The tip of his fingers frozen and pale from the lack of blood.

“Good.”

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Luxuries flooded the hallways surrounding the main family branch. Meng Yao paused by a white and blue ceramic vase covered in blue dragons. Perhaps on his way back, he would memorize the designs, and recreate it. Or perhaps save money and request a similar design.

Meng Yao barely bit back a grin. And only a few years ago, such thoughts were inconceivable.

He squeezed the scroll, rice paper far warmer than Wen MingZhu’s hand. Her words, sharper than icicles, echoed in his mind.

“…you will place the document on Sect Leader Wen’s desk, and leave immediately.”

Not once since Meng Yao stepped into Nightless City had he laid eyes on the Wen sect’s elusive Sect Leader. Was there a reason they shouldn’t meet? Did he despise anyone not from the inner disciple circle?

The moment he, his mother, and Sisi entered the sect, Wen Qionglin pointed out several hallways, mostly tucked into the far corners of the sect or surrounding the main family branch residence, warning them to never set foot within them without permission. His mother smiled, bowing her head, thanking the young master for his warning. The moment he left, Sisi turned to her, her eyes wide, mouthing something. Under his bed in a hollow section of the floor, they hid three sacks filled with clothing and money for “just in case.”

And now Meng Yao walked in the forbidden hallway, with only his sword at his side and a silk ribbon wrapped around a scroll.

As per Wen MingZhu’s instructions, he stopped at the first door on the right, made of thick reddish brown wood, engraved with the motif of the sun – it belonged to the elusive Sect Leader Wen.

He knocked twice. As Wen MingZhu told him too.

Every instruction, every word she said in a monotone resounded in his head. Why the precise instructions?

Why this care?

Why are the hallways forbidden?

What are they hiding?  

He slid the door open. A waft of Agarwood, sweet and fruity, permeated in the air. Transported from the south. Very expensive. Fitting for a Sect Leader.

Meng Yao stepped onto the maroon rug that lined the floors. Bookshelves filled with scrolls and bound books lined the walls, occasionally jutting out, fitting between dark mahogany pillars, thicker than his waist. The desk, longer than his mother and Sisi combined, sat towards the very back, covered in stacks of scrolls and papers. Meng Yao took a step forward, foot stepping past the threshold.

The next set of instructions echoed in his mind.

Place the scroll on the desk. Leave.

Meng Yao’s eyes scanned the room with every muffled step he made, the carpet thick enough to insulate his footsteps. Shivers shot up and down his spine.

It was cold in Qishan, but it was late spring now. What purpose would a thick carpet have? Comfort?

No one stood between the shelves. No one hid behind the pillars. The room…empty.

Yet Meng Yao couldn’t shake off the feeling that he wasn’t alone. He could feel it in the shivers and prickles that made his very hands tremble.

Meng Yao placed the scroll on the table, right at the center of the desk. Impossible to miss. He turned back around in one swift movement. The backside of pillars and bookshelves greeted him. No shuffles. No shadows in the corners. No breathes outside the rise and fall of his own chest. Silent except for the pounding of his heart.

And then he saw it. On one pillar, something cast a hooked shaped shadow.

“Then leave.” Wen MingZhu said.

Meng Yao’s feet refused to listen. One moment he spotted the shadow. The next he stood in front of it, hand reaching out, wrapping around the dark brown object – warm and glossy to the touch.

Logically, Meng Yao should let it go, leave, pretend he saw nothing, or at most look up to see its origin.

He tugged at it.

“OW!” Voices shouted from above.

Meng Yao jumped, his entire body turned to ice.

“Seriously, Chao-er,” The deep voices continued, as if three people were speaking simultaneously,” how many times did I tell you not to tug on our ta-“

Meng Yao’s gaze met….six…no far more…many pairs of big red eyes. From the ceiling, hanging upside-down, a three headed creature blinked at him with its three pairs of eyes per head, with the addition of several more spaced throughout its torso. Its other half looked of that of a centipede, long legs wrapped thoroughly around the pillar. The sunlight glinted off black locks of hair and knife-like claws, three per hand, and he could count six of them.

If the creature wanted to kill him, just crushing him beneath its weight would be enough.

“A human?!” One head said, tilting its head to the side.

Meng Yao immediately bowed low, sweat trickling down the side of his face.

“Please forgive my behavior, Sect Leader. You may punish me as you see fit, but please show mercy to my family, they know nothing of this.” His voice trembled towards the end.

A pause. Meng Yao squeezed his eyes shut.

Was this why they forbade him from walking in for more than a moment? The Wens weren’t human, therefore wanted to keep it secret from outsiders! Perhaps Sect Leader Wen would kindly leave his mother and Sisi alone.

He should have followed directions.

Left the moment he completed his task-

“Most humans run off screaming when they see a Silk Weaver.” One voice replied. Light, almost considerate, “why didn’t you run off? Like the rest of your kind do?”

Meng Yao blinked his eyes open. The sound of crawling reverberated across the room.

“It would be rude, Sect Leader.”

It, no, Sect Leader Wen, burst into loud raucous laughter, voices booming in the too quiet room.

“You can get out of your bow. You’ll kill your back, human.”

Meng Yao obediently stood up, flinching at the sharp throbs from bowing too long.

Sect Leader Wen slid down the smooth wood surface, long pointed legs landing on the ground in a light thump.

That explains the thick carpeting.

Even just the height of the centipede half was up to Meng Yao’s chest. He swallowed a knot. Relaxed his jaw. Forced his shoulders down. His teeth clenched too tightly to smile.

Sect Leader Wen, at least the most human part of him, towered over Meng Yao. Now in the light, Meng Yao could make out the dark tones of his skin and the many eyes that blinked at him in asynchronous beats.

“You’re a weird human.” The silk weaver said,  all three heads smiling with glinting razor-sharp teeth, “we don’t intend to kill you.”

[shipwreckedshadows]

Espionage AU

-The Children-

A terrible storm bombarded Mystacor and her surrounding territories. Lightning reigned supreme that night and Casta watched anxiously from the north east tower of the Academy. She downed the last of her night vision potion and leaned into the cold glass windows. Even with her ocular enhancement spell, her vision was not good enough to see through the sheets of rain. She nearly looked away to retrieve a book when she caught sight of some movement near the edge of the shield. After so long, she’d learned what to look for when seeking Shadow Weaver’s return. The shadows responded to the elder witch, they leaned sharper in her direction and sometimes, if it was quiet enough, they gossiped in hushed tones about her return.

Casta hastily activated a teleportation spell and appeared beside the dark spot at the edge of the shield. The shadows wrapped away to reveal Mystacor’s best and only agent. She hunched over a box and her breaths came in clouded pants. Her face was hidden under someone else’s stolen identity.

“Are you alright?” Casta asked, taking the box from her. It was no larger than the cavity of her chest and a small girl sat upright in it. A garbage back had been wrapped around her like a makeshift pancho. Her teeth chattered together and her eyes stared widely at Casta. The rain slid right off it and caused the cardboard to grow soggy. It was heavier than she expected and she used a small levitation spell to assist her.

“I’m fine.” The agent stretched out her back. Several vertabrae crackled from being hunched over for so long. “I’m not used to transporting more than just myself.“ She shivered, “We should go inside, before any of us catch cold.”

Casta was barely able to teleport all of them to the stairs of the academy. They walked the rest of the way to her chambers, leaving a trail of rain water as they went. Several academy tutors and students, up late finishing term projects, nodded at them and offered help for the old mother and her child. Casta dismissed them with a warm smile and gratitude for their offer. It was then that she noticed that Shadow Weaver had taken a visage similar to the girl in the box - blond hair and bright, blue eyes. It clashed with her robes, soaked through and clinging to her meager body.

They exchanged no words until they arrived in Casta’s quarters. Shadow Weaver let the illusion fall from her face.

“No, wait, don’t do that.” Shadow Weaver said, as Casta set up a drying spell.

“We’ll all die from cold if I don’t!”

A warm blast of heat surrounded the three of them and evaporated every last drop of water.

“See, its so much better now - oh!” She giggled, “Oh stars, your hair!”

Shadow Weaver struggled to smooth the mess of frizz on her scalp. Casta decided to give the agent a break but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Leaving the agent to her own devices, Casta turned her attention to the small girl. She had since climbed out and was playing with the knobs on one of the dresser drawers.

Casta went to pick up the box, so she could dispose of it, when she discovered another, smaller bundle. A hairless cat baby snored quietly, swaddled in a patchy bath towel. She must have been hidden under the other child’s bag pancho.

“What in Etheria is dark, scary Shadow Weaver doing with you.” Casta cooed.

“Cat-ta, Cat-ta!” The small girl babbled, pointing at the baby.

“I was only going to leave with the girl.” Shadow Weaver sighed, “But she wouldn’t leave without the cat and the cat wouldn’t leave without the box.”

“That’s adorable. Do they have names?”

“The older child is named Adora. I don’t have a name for the cat.”

Casta gasped, “You found this adorable baby and you didn’t bother to name her? You know, I read once that children require a name in order to properly forge their identity. They can’t name themselves, so, as the responsible adult in the room, you are obligated to do it for them.”

The agent massaged the bridge of her nose, “I kidnapped two soldiers from Hordak’s barracks - I didn’t exactly have an open schedule. Especially not with that little beasty yowling for her friend.”

“Shh! She is not a beast! Don’t listen to her... she’s just tired.”

“You’re going to wake her.”

“She slept through your terrifying magic and the thunder outside. I’m not going to wake her up.”

Shadow Weaver shifted her eyes away.

Casta squinted at her, “What did you do...?”

“I charmed the towel. She can’t hear anything as long as its wrapped around her.”

Castaspella didn’t bother to hide her disappointment, “I can’t believe you were allowed to teach students at this academy.”

“Teaching and parenting are very different things.”

Casta gently unraveled the towel from the baby and set them together on the bed.

“Watch her while I go find her a proper blanket.”

From her closet, she sifted through the spare garments on the top shelf until she found something that would work. It was one of the first things she had knitted. It wasn’t a perfect square but the yarn was soft and transitioned gently between different pastel colours of rainbow. 

“It’s a little old but I think - oh.” Casta smiled softly when she saw Shadow Weaver at the windowsill, looking out over the Academy court yard. The cat baby was in one arm. Her other hand steadied Adora’s back as she stood against the glass and wondered at the humongousness of the outside.

“Let me.” Casta said, reaching for the baby.

Shadow Weaver took the blanket from her, “No, I can do it. I’ve been doing this far longer than you have.” She let Adora down gently before attending to the baby.

With a gentleness Casta didn’t expect the agent to posses, Shadow Weaver wrapped the child in the knitted blanket. Through the commotion, the baby opened her mismatching eyes and made several noises at the mages.

“Cat-ta!” Adora tugged at Shadow Weaver’s gown.

“Would you like to hold her?”

The child exclaimed, wordlessly.

“Alright, but be careful with her. She’s only a baby.”

“I know!”

Shadow Weaver knelt and made sure Adora’s small hands were secured around the bundle. The girl smiled down at the kitten, “Hi, Cat-ta.” She whispered.

“You’d make a great mother, under different circumstances.”

“Don’t you ever say that.”

“Why not?”

“Motherly I may be, a mother I am not.”

Casta thought for a moment. After some silence she murmured, “Cat-ta doesn’t have a very pleasant ring to it.”

“She’s trying to say Catra. She wrote it out in her crayon drawings a few weeks ago.”

“I must be imagining this, but is that pride in your voice?”

“Of course. She’s my ward. I put in a lot of hard work to teach her.”

Adora handed Catra to Shadow Weaver and climbed up onto the bed. She lay her head on Casta’s lap and the sorceress pet her hair until she dozed off to sleep. Shadow Weaver sat on the other side of Casta.

“Why’d you take them?” She asked.

“Because they refused to leave each other.” 

“Yes, you said that - so I understand why Catra is here. But why Adora?”

“Because Adora is special. You won’t be able to see it but the Obtainment powers showed me - she has something inside of her that will bring peace to Etheria. She’s not from this world. Lord Hordak found her laying just beyond a portal in space. The idiot put her in the nursery with the other children and she unfortunately developed attachments. When I explained to her that I would have to take her away, she cried for hours.”

“What made her stop?”

“I told her that if she didn’t stop crying, she would use up all the water on Etheria and the whole planet would become a desert.”

“That’s a little... harsh.”

“It worked.”

Casta frowned, “We’ll have to find good homes for them. Money is a little short for everyone so I’m not sure who’s going to take them. But we’ll try.”

“Promise me you’ll take them if nobody else does?”

Shadow Weaver hardly ever begged for anything but when she did, she did so without a care for her dignity. Casta had to look away so she wouldn’t have watch the agent’s face fall.

“I can’t do that. I have so much responsibility as the Supreme Sorceress. I can’t take care of two children, let alone one. And what happens when I have to go out there and I get injured in battle? What happens to them if I die?”

“Don’t say that. Never ever say that.” She put a hand on Casta’s cheek, “You will be here for at least one hundred years. Longer than that, maybe.”

“Dearest... that still doesn’t mean I can take care of them.”

Shadow Weaver took a breath.

“I’ll find them the best home, I promise.”

“You better.”

[izanogi]

There’s this complicated headcanon I have for Catra, it involves her painting to cope with and/or face her trauma in some act of therapy.

Basically, she’s not super good at painting (neither am I and so whatever) but she does it because “hey, maybe it’ll actually do something.” At some point she has a long overdue nightmare about Shadow Weaver and paints it immediately and she can’t remember exactly because its been some years but ta-da! This is what I imagined she painted.

[princehec-tor-kur]

Vampire x Vampire Hunter

Entrapta hoped the door bell wouldn't have been drowned out by the loud roaring of thunder in the completely blackened skies. She tried the door knocker the next time. Maybe it faired better that the bell or maybe the bell was heard, but the response to the door was delayed. In any case the short woman heard the components of the rusty lock turn and twist with clicks and clanks. The huge wooden door, with the stature of a tree, slowly swang open.

In the door way was a woman, tall, thin. Her skin grey and tarnished by the elements. Her hair black and untaimed, Entrapta could relate. The woman's lower face was covered by a cloth, her eyes white like marble. She quirked her brow at the abnormally small woman and asked, "Well?"

The shorter lady responded with a bounch in her step, "Oh! Hey, I'm Entrapta. Entrapta Vesselak," the other woman stares with a blank expression on her face waiting for anything significant, "I-eh, I'm the world famous vampire hunter: En-trap-ta... rings a bell?"

That got the servent woman to change her expression, it worpped to an expression of surprise and confusion. Her eyes narrowed and her head leaned forward. "What?"

Entrapta wasn't sure if the woman didn't understand so she continued, "I was invited here. For a dinner feast to discuss funding for further projects." Entrapta began gesturing with her hands hopeing it would set some alarms off in the womans head. She hoped she didn't take a wrong turn and entered up at the wrong haunted looking castle.

"Invited by wh-"

"Shadow Weaver."

The woman, Shadow Weaver, was cut off by a deeper, smoother voice. It imerged from the shadows, accompanied with the sound of heels clacking against the floor. Weaver's head snapped back, her posture folding up in fear.

"Why is the quest in the cold?" A figure stood half cloacked in shadows, maybe Entrapta was going crazy, but she could swear his eyes were glowing. Weaver stumbled and mummbled, the tall man dismissed her with a single gesture.

Entrapta happily hopped in, "You must be, Lord Hordak. Neat castle."

"And you must be the infamious Dr. Entrapta Vesselak... you're smaller than I expected." A smirk playing across his face. Entrapta didn't know what it was, but she liked it.

The two walked and talked for what felt like hours, Hordak showing the hunter around the castle, which he dubbed The Fright Zone. How it ran. And all the occupents taking residence in it. Entrapta found out that the Lord didn't live in the castle alone. With their was his adopted daughter Catra and her wife Baroness Scorpia. His servent Shadow Weaver who was the care taker of the children. And his son, Imperium. Strangely enough, Hordak always talked about Imp, as he nicknamed him, as if he was with them at all times, but Entrapta didn't see a living soul except a lone bat fluttering over the chandellier. Following them.

They finally made their way into the dinning hall, which was a blessing, because Entrapta was starving. The table was massive in length, the two opposite seats seemed like they were carved out of gold. Much to his surprise Entrapta chose the regular seat next to his.

That shocked him more was to learn that the young woman was a scientist, focusing on study, observation and research, but she didn't mind getting her gloves dirty if need be. The dinner was grand and feast rich with variety of flavour like no other. But Entrapta barely touched her plate, her mouth was too occupied with riddling the lord with questions. She was intrigued. Nothing stopped Entrapta when she was intrigued.

Hordak himself had to admite he was inthralled with the woman. A first glance she seemed nothing more than childish, but the more she opened up the more she revealed herself as an intellectual and quite the amoral type. She had a dark sense of humour, he noted. She passively joked about how she ran out of subjects from her home town of Dryl so she resorted to running after squirels.

She, in fact, was quite the joker, dry humour that clearly was made to make herself laugh. Very much what a person would consider dad humour.

Hordak was guilty himself of chuckling at some of the aweful punchlines. Against his better judgement he smiled, revealing his sharp canines. His nose scrunched up and a snort came out of his giggle.

That seemed to have caught the woman's attention, because a brief moment of silence ingulfed them. Hordak swore her eyes darted to his lips at least twice before she restablished direct eye contact with him. This time the look was different. Not just intrigue now, something else, something that made Hordak gag on clean air.

The dinner was cut short the moment Entrapta manifested a mischiefious grin, this time Hordak saw her teeth. He ubruptly stood up in a hurry, wished her good rest and waltzed upstairs to, presumably, his bedroom.

She was quite confused by the action, but followed suite and found her way towards her own guest room. She set her things up in her room in record time. All her traps and hunting apparatus was laided out around the floor in rows in alphabetical order.

Entrapta stared up at the ceiling from her queen sized bed and it's strong wooden arcs. She smiled and sounded a victorious 'yes' to herself. She was bad at using or understanding social ques, but from what she could gather, the dinner went well. She had the funding garanteed. A squeal of excitement escaped her, some proper money for research and materials would be a nice change from scavenging scarps around Dryl for weapons. After the Church of BrightMoon pulled their support, the whole hunting vampires business went slightly stail. But now with THE Lord Hordak and his wealth, the research could continue. So much studing to be done.

She had a good feeling. This time maybe she could actually capture one instead of burning them like usual. Vampires, such facinating creatures. So much to learn. It is unfortunet that some fear knowledge, like BrightMoon, they just wanted the creatures gone. Entrapta would've done anything to get to cut one open and take a peek inside.

A strange feeling crept up on her. Like someone was watching. She turned her head to the giant open window, white curtains bellowing inward. The window framed a perfect picture of the moon, not a single cloud in the sky. No stars either strangely enough. A thin, croocked, withered tree stood infront of the moon. It's trunk swaying from side to side as if about to snap in half anytime. It's branchs like claws reaching for the moon as if to grasp it.

On one of the blackened branches, Entrapta noted, was the same bat that was following her and Lord Hordak in the halls earlier. It starred at the woman with judgemental annoyance. As if examining her for something, in puzzlement.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She hesitently dragged her eyes away from the curious bat and stepped to the wooden door. Entrapta swung the doors open, her head skimmed the hallway, left to right. No one was on the outside of the door. She scratched her scalp.

She heart almost jumped out her throat when she turned around to see two new faces in her room. How did they get in? From the descriptions give to her by Lord Hordak earlier, she could presume these were Catra and Scorpia.

The skinner girl, the one with heterocromic eyes, Catra, reminder her a lot of Hordak. The slightly pointed ears, the sharp nails, the teeth, very similar. Curious. The lord specified the girl was not of blood, yet she seemed like a perfect mirror image of him.

The other was much taller, more muscular, platinum hair and firm hands. The taller woman was humbly sitting on a stool, her knees inward, her left hand giving a slight wave. The shorter one was looking away, out the window, at the bat. She asked without turning to the visitor.

"So... you're the new chew toy the boss has been so wind up about?" Her heterocromic eyes sized her up with a judgemental expression. "She don't seem like much."

"Hey!" Entrapta pouted.

"I think she's nice. So does Lord Hordak. It might be a nice change. Lord Hordak is rarely nice and often so grumpy."

"I'm in the room you know... so... hi. I'm Entrapta, you probably know that already." The scientist scratched her head at the awkward introduction. She wasn't good at social interactions. Not good with people. She was always more of an outcast, a weirdo. An outsider looking in. She observed people, analysed how they interacted, how they acted in particular situations. Then, she copied them. Put a mask on. Surprisingly enough, she hadn't found a need to put one up today, infront of Lord Hordak. He didn't seem repulsed by her morbid sense of curiousity and sense of humour. He actually seemed to gravitate towards her because of her quirks.

She enjoyed that. Having someone locked into her own pull. She enjoyed being in the presence of another intellictual and being able to converse with one. Their session of bouncing ideas off of each other was refreshing, no one ever took interest in her line of work. Not a surprise. Not many people want to be vampire hunters. It was tidious work.

"You must be Catra and Scorpia, right? Cool beans."

The scientist extended her hand to the slightly hairy woman, she looked like she just woke up to a bad hair day. Entrapta could painfully relate. The cat-like figure starred at the forwarded hand and back at Entrapta. And back and forth a couple of times.

"I don't see it. 'Dak must be getting desparate."

"Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?!" Entrapta replied with a slightly angered face now.

Catra scoffed, slowly making her way to the scientist, circling around her. Her heterochromic eyes wondered up and down seemingly unimpressed by the woman. Entrapta didn't pay much attention her her and tried to ease back into the conversation.

"Soooo. You guys live here right? How long? How long have you been married? Did you guys see that little bat followin' me around? Do you know if the castle walls are made from hellstone or brickdwell? Are there any secret doors or passageways? 'Cause I definetly spotted a couple on my way here. Do you think Lord Hordak is more of a milk chocolate guy or dark chocolate? ...Too many questions?"

"Yeah, kind of." Scorpia jestured a tipping shake with her hand. "But definetly milk chocolate." The taller woman stood up and slowly made her way to the scientist and extended her hand to her with a proper greeting. "So yes, I'm Baroness Scorpia and my wild cat over here tring to pull off an intimidating Hordak impressions is my lovely Lady Catra."

At that remark, a slight blush crept on Catra's face. She attempted to hide the rising red by looking away. Entrapta smiled at that.

Scorpia questioned the hunter one more time, "Umm, Professor Entrapta. If we may ask you a question... why are you here? Your arrival here, was not announced to us. What does Lord Hordak wish to gain from you?"

"A one night stand."

"Catra."

"What?! You know he's a freak! And a vampire hunter, dude's a weirdo."

"That's not true. And you know it. Lord Hordak will faint faster keeping direct I contact with a woman than standing in the sun."

"Again. Still in the room you guys... also what was that thing about the sun?"

The two of them looked back at her, Scorpia with an expression of guilt and worry and Catra of confusion and annoyance. "She doesn't- he didn't- *sighs*. Of course he didn't."

Once again there was an unannounced knock on the door. All of the three heads shot to the dark wood. Everything in the room became colder and quieter. Catra gave off a 'pfft' and waved her hand dismissably, while Scorpia posed up right more honorably and seriously. Entrapta decided she would be the one to open the door, since the other two just stood back silently. After the turn of the nob, the other side of the wood revealed Lord Hordak himself.

The lord opened his mouth to say something, a sensire expression on his face, however he stopped. His brow quirked up, he looked back at the room behind Entrapta. She herself turned around to bring the other two into the conversation, but to Entrapta's surprise no one was there. The bedroom was empty. However the frown on the man's face suggested he was aware of the self-invited guests.

Lord Hordak looked back down to the woman, shifting gears, he opened his mouth again. There were those canines again. Real sharp... really... really sharp. Almost... abnormally. "I must apologise doctor."

"For what?" Entrapta tilted her head to the side.

"Well, rather someone else is to apologise for there actions," just then Entrapta noticed a smaller figure step around from behind the lord's black cape. A young boy stepped out, hands figiting together at his tummy, eyes looking down at his feet. A look of embarasement was on his face. "This is Imp and the boy had the audacity to spy on you, and I also see other unwelcomed guests have violated your priva-"

"HE'S SO CUTE!"

Entrapta immiediately knelt down to the boy and flashed a wide grin, she extended to pat the young child on head and ruffle through his white turf of hair. Which prompted the child to show a rosey blush across the cheeks. The little kid's enjoyment was interupted by a forced koff from the lord. Imp immiediately straightened himself out and signed with his two hands 'I'm sorry.'

"Sorry? I did-"

"It means 'I'm sorry'."

"Oh, that's alright." Entrapta waved it off with a hand gesture, she turned back to Hordak. Their eyes locked, the hunter finding the red glow of them quite aluring. "I thought you said you were going to sleep mister." Her lips curved upward. Hordak's eyes grew twice the size with nervousness, he could feel himself start to sweat.

"I- eh- couldn't sleep... I wished to speak with you about uhmmm any possible future projects."

"Uh huh."

"Perhaps projects to involve us both."

"You specialise in traps my lord?" Entrapta asked curiously.

"I tinker. Idle hands are the devil's workshop."

"So you're a man of God?"

"I'm half the man I used to be. But what is left of me is of science... shall we talk later? I must escort the young fella to his quarters." Hordak felt the little boy clench closer to his leg. The man picked the child up in his arms and pulled him closer to his chest.

"It's a date."

Hordak did his best to ignore the remark and turned around to leave with the boy. He turned back briefly, "Oh and if anyone else bothers you during the night. Let me know." He continued off.

"Okky dokki! Sweet dreams!" Entrapta waved them off.

Imp signed with his hands to Hordak as they decended the staircase, 'I like her.'

"Me too. But let's not get too cozy. She IS the enemy and it's good to keep your enemies close."

[haemosexuality]

JESUS CHRIST STOP MAKING CATRA A BRAZILIAN-BOLSOMINION-INSTAGRAMER-TRENDY-ASSHOLE, I ALREADY FEEL BAD THAT THE PUBLIC UNIVERSITIES ARE FILLED WITH THIS KINDA PPL AND THAT I'M GONNA HAVE TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM, DON'T MAKE MY LIFE ANY MORE HELL PLEASE. Also, if Adora was a white brazilian, what are some classic brazilian white girl things that she would do?? We need a brazilian white girl meme, the american one is too american

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK DESCULPA MAS O CONCEITO D CATRA BOLSOMINION ARREPENDIDA EH MT ENGRAÇADO KSNDKSNDJDBJFDBJDNDKS tipo no desenho ela trabalha pros cara ditador. Shadow weaver bolsominion DOENTE e catra com homofobia internalizada e influencia da sw falava q odiava gays e votaria em bolsonaro mas dps q bozo foi eleito ela arrependeu e aceitou q eh lésbica i don't make the rules

meu deus não sei........... to mt acostumada a zoar adora usando meme d white girl americana KDJKDJF ela tem mt cara d q ficaria puta se zoarem catra por ta palmitando ou falaria q não é branca pq é latina

[blackcassiope]

My opinion of She-Ra’s reboot (2018)

If you didn't see "She-Ra and the Princesses of the Power" (2018), I advise you to watch them immediately because there will be a lot of spoils. So you are warned.

When I have seen on YouTube there was a remake of She-Ra and I have watched his trailer, I first searched on Wikipedia his summary and that of the original serie.  First, I just heard about the serie "She-Ra" of 1985 but I never saw it during my childhood (I know some people will rage on the comments).  I have read there was a controversy about She-Ra, mainly men finding she didn't look like the 1985's serie (that is to say boobs, big ass, etc.). The co-creator said himself that she is a warrior, first and foremost and not "an ideal woman". As for me, the creators did well to make her teenager because there are not only women with big boobs who can fight, there are teenager too (it's because I take example on Kim Possible who is herself a teenager) mais I have read too there is a LGBT's representation, to be honest, it doesn't bother me, in contrary it changes to what we usually have. Whatever, watching theses images (with the comparision with the 1985's serie), I was curious to see some extracts of this reboot and you know what...I wasn't disappointed. I liked the drawing style, looking like a japanese animated which is very colored and fluid, musics are amazing. I liked so much I was started to watch it directly. I can tell you to watch 5 hours with these 13 episodes in one day, it is too much (seriously, I have calculated). Yes, I couldn't take off and of course, I was watched them in english (because I'm French and at the same time it teaching me) After watching them, I was immediately fascinated by the story, scenarios are better worked, landscapes are marvellous, characters are appealing and we understand their intention, I think to Adora (discovering She-Ra's power and the truth about Ethernia), to Shadow Weaver (possessing shadows power by the Black Garnet runestone giving by Hordak), to Catra (his relationship with Adora) and to Entrapta (fascinated by the technology and change sides because her friends are, supposed, "forgotten" (Yes, because Catra manipulates her at the same time)) I know what you will say: "So, do you have again a favorite character or villain?" You have right, you know me very well as fan's villain: it is Hordak

When I saw him at the first time, I found it not mal: a face looking like Mr Freeze (TNBA), hairs and the body (not too much, it isn't the same anatomy) to Pretorius (The Mask TAS) and I imagined him already with Tim Curry's voice (I know it's impossible and I always focus on similitudes). However, watching all episodes and seeing he doesn't appear so much in the serie, I was surprised and charmed by his voice and his animation style (even if he is still sitting on his throne, it is true he isn't much animated). Despite his little appearances in the reboot (thinking at the beginning, he could be less appreciable by me and by certain Hordak's fans), I find Hordak shows well that he can be feared  by Ethernia and by the Horde soldiers comme Catra (the first time) and Shadow Weaver. Hordak is intelligent mais he can't bear that we hide some secrets like Shadow Weaver who use the Black Garnet runestone powers in order to regenerate her powers et to keep it for herself instead of sharing it, this is why Hordak have a spy with him (very useful). Of course, he keeps his goal: destroy princesses and the Rebellion. Nonetheless, as I say, Hordak is smart, he knew at a certain point Adora will know the truth on Ethernia (this is for this reason he refuses that Shadow Weaver takes her back against her will) and he allows to Catra to keep Entrapta in the Horde because of her technological knowledge whereas he could have destroy her as she is as a princess but that's not the case. The proof that he isn't like the other villains who keep their goals in mind, he can be convinced by certain experiences of the other characters (like Entrapta). That I found strange in the serie, it's that Scorpia and Entrapta are both princesses, they should be destroy by the Hord but like I said, Hordak can change his mind thanks to theirs abilities. On the other hand, if they don't possess cristals in their kingdoms, would that mean that they are weird physically (like Scorpia with her clamps) and psychologically (like Entrepta who locks herself iin her technological world) and as long as they are differents, they are admitted to the Horde? I'm confused. You can tell me in the comments if I'm wrong (as I'm French) Well, I'm for the serie continue with a season 2, it will be too bad to stop here. Tell me what do you think of this serie and my opinion on it?

[daydream-gaming]

Character Template For Chester White “The Watchman” -Using Flint Dille & John Zuur Platten - The Ultimate Guide to Video Game Writing and Design  + Concept ART

Name

Chester  White “The Watchman”

Story Purpose

Main Character

Gameplay Purpose

Main character

Persona

He’s lost his family and friends when his village  was destroyed 10 years ago from ancient beast known as “The Watcher”. He’s  spent the last 10 years training and adapting his skills to slay the ancient  beast, he’s learnt numerous skills along the way.

Special  Abilities

Using Fire Essence to create fire balls.

Education/ Intelligence

Was head’s watchmen, and head of the training for  the village’s swordsmanship and hunting survival skills in a forest.  

Family

A young son (age 5 when died) and a Wife (Age 25  when died).

Aspirations

Slaying the beast and restoring his village to make  peace with the past. He also wants to restore life to cities such as Aniopia.

Addictions

To Mushmen caps, these are rare highs you gain from  eating Mushmen’s hats, this will also kill the Mushmen in process, or can be  obtained when they die. The Cap is a drug used among many and is usually used  as a pain killer or anti-depressant. The drug is hard to obtain due to  Mushmen’s lethal attacks and rarity. Mushmen hide in dark locations, normally  near caves or huge shadows. Weakened by light.

Occupation and attitude towards it (good or bad)

Former Watchmen, hunter and trainer, it was his  dream Jobs. Now he is a Beast Hunter.

Objective(s)

Killing The ancient beast and uncovering the truth.

What does this character want?

Redemption for his “sins”. He sees his village  getting destroyed, his family and friends getting killed as his fault this is  why he seeks redemption from his mistakes.

Who or what do they love?

His family, his wife and son.

What are they afraid of?

Failing, not being strong enough to beat the beast.  He is also afraid of moving on with his life, he is afraid of finding a new  settlement and it all happening again. He’s afraid  finding new love, and having his family be  disappointed by him in the afterlife therefore being cast away to the  underworld.

Why are they involved in this situation?

The ancient beast attacked the night Chester was out  on a hunting trip on a nearby mountain by himself. The beast is quite and has  unbelievable power, thus killing the village.

Other  roles and identities?

A good drinking buddy with a light-hearted sense of  humour.

Single adjective to describe this character

Robust.

Skills

Survival skills, his swordsmanship and his use of  Fire Essence.

Reports/ Answers to?

Himself, Sprits of the dead he sometimes sees.

Who reports to this character?

Nothing. Not even monsters dare to talk to him

Trademark Object

He has nothing but the blade that forges he forged  long ago, the blade he forged now forges his way into the future.

Common emotions

Chester fights his past in everyday life and doesn’t  want to move into the future leaving him conflicted between leaving in the  past and wanting to kill the beast.  Chester is a courageous man due to him being  the only one ever in history challenging the beast to a fight.

Chester  is also intelligent, a quick learner that makes him good against new  opponents. Lastly, he is demoralized because he pulls through with his plan  of killing the beast he fears judgement day, the day he dies, when it’s time  to face his sins and atone for what he has done.

Signature  move or Tic

Fire  Essence weaver

Nationality

Ellikian  

Ethnicity

White male

Religion  

Vakian (Va-kian)Vakian is an ancient religion  followed by many, however numbers of worshipers have dropped after “Insight  Day” where a portal was opened to another world (Earth) 2 years ago.  

Favourite Food

Rabbit

How does this character dress? 

Leather armour, likes to wear light clothes, due to  his old age his speed has dwindled therefore wearing light clothes make him  able to move around the way he used to in heavier armour.

Locations where this character is mostly likely to  ‘blend in’

In a village.

Where was the character born?

In the Ellikan continent called Jokoro, country  Herrika. Five thousand miles away from the “Insight” portal.

Where has the character been?

He was originally trained by mountain monks at a  young age but later on left to live in a village and became head trainer due  to his unique style of fighting and impeccable swordsmanship

Where does the  character live?

He is Nomadic as for now.

Where will (did) he or she die? And how?

He will die after defeating the beats.

Objects the character wears on his or her body   

He believes his skin is a temple due to his religion  (Vakian) so therefore has no intentional marks on it. He also doesn’t wear  any Jewellery due it being lost when the village getting destroyed.

Dichotomy of character (inner conflict in the  character)

He doesn’t want to move on, yet he still does, this  creates conflict in his mental mind.

Character reaction to different events in the game  (walk through a few beats)

He is clever but yet still attacks stupid in moments  due to his over confidence, this leads to him getting injured. He also picks  his prey carefully, he waits till the right moment to attack at times.

What would you think if you saw this character on  the street?

I would think the man is part of the old huntsman of  that was founded in Aniopia's temples, which are now ruins.

What was your character doing 3 days before the  start of the narrative?

Preparing for the fight, training and resting up,  collecting resources.

How did your character lose his or her virginity? 

He had sex with his wife and thus had a son.

Morality: Moral choices the character makes in the  game. Does this affect how the player should play him/her?

The  character makes quite moral choices, however also quite bad choices at times,  this is shown on how he approaches the monster. This does not affect the  player so they shouldn’t worry on playing the character differently.

Emotional  Stability

The character sometimes sees “beings” the beings do  no attack, or interact with the player, the player can slay theses “beings”  but nothing happens. The main character also constantly reminds himself of  the past therefore always being upset with himself making him unable in cope  with simple emotions such as joy.

What do they do to comfort themselves?

Eat Mushmen Caps, this helps him calm down due to  the drug being an anti-depressant.

Phobias

Monophobia, fear  of not being accepted into Vahallen (Heaven) due to not being able to safe his family, and the fear of moving on and meeting a new lover.

Vanity

His sword skills and his blade, the way he was able  to survive by himself so long and finally being able to face the monster.  That he has made it so far.

Epitaph: what will go on the characters tomb stone?

Nothing because he wont be getting one as no one  will know that he died.

Age and health

He is 46 years old, his old age slowing him down a  bit, this is also due to all the battle injuries he has acquired over the  years, but otherwise healthy.

Height

5“9

Weight

14  stone

Body Type

Wide shoulders muscles with a heavily trained body  and massive muscles on arms and legs.

Hairline/Colour

long grey hair as it represents the character's  maturity, indifference, immoral personality and his old age.

Eye Colour

He has white eyes due to his heavy intake of Mushmen  Caps, this is a side effect they give out, however do not blind the person in  anyway

Facial  Hair

He has a beard to represent that he hasn’t lived  within a civilization in a long time and not needing to shave. This also  shows of his old age.

Why Did I use this?

I used this character Template because I am familiar with it and the content is easy to lay out with the questions. It goes into detail without making you, it also makes you think about the questions, creating lore easier and making the character seem more alive. I also like how you can skip questions if you do not need them, there is more than necessary questions meaning that I do not need to fill them all out and then later cut them out as I have done. 

This Template also made me think about how I can make the world seem more real, how I can make a magical fantasy world have issues that we have in a modern world into a medieval world. This made me think of drug abuse and alcoholics. I put these problems in with the Mushmen, although they’re dangerous people are still craving the anti depressants they get from them. The main character is using these to stay “Sane” in a way however he won’T be needing them in game, or eating them. 

The template was really useful and I am glad I used it. It really allowed me to progress the world of Ellika and make it seem just ta little more real with more continent and countries, background stories and tales.

Concept Art

This is my concept art for the main character, This is how I would like him to look, rather casual I know and not really a “Warrior Look” but he is in leather armor and I am not that great of a drawer. This is why I made him like this. I used “FireAlpaca” to make this drawing. I have also drawn him in a sketch book to get a different version of him and explore the possibilities of what he could look like. I have drawn him without a berard in this because I wanted to see how he looked without one.

This is my concept of him with an axe and a eye patch, this is more leaning to my final concept that I had of him and made him look a lot more badass, I didnt really like the eye patch so I got rid of it. The necklace was going to be a theme of the game series because in the game “Ellika Flyers” (my previous game) the main character wore a necklace too. However I decided not to have that. I wanted the theme to be “overcoming your fears” this goes into both games and will continue in the games. 

This is the main character’s final concept as you see I have made the pixel art for it, I used a  template character from Heartbeast who has given me it in one of his videos. I like the way the sprite turned out, the process of taking ideas from 2 different concepts really helped me for it allowed me to use more of a variant ideas. I also will try to continue to do this in the future.

Dille, F. (2007). The ultimate guide to video game writing and design. 1st ed. New York: Watson-Guptill Publications, pp.128-169. 

  [Beginner Tutorial] Make an RPG in GameMaker [P3] Variables and Character Sprites. (2015). [video] HeartBeast.

Dropbox. (2017). RPG Sprites.zip. [online] Available at: https://www.dropbox.com/s/s4gky4st9biym5m/RPG%20Sprites.zip?dl=0 [Accessed 18 Apr. 2017].