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yomogi-mogi-mochi · 2 years ago

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Pygmalion (I)

Pairings: Rook/ (Pygmalion) MC // Idia/MC (Platonic)

Summary: You were frequently told that your career as a renowned sculptor did not match your dull and less than colorful personality. With your cybernetic hands, you carve the lives and deaths of those long gone‒ producing pieces which have been held in both technical and emotional high regard, dubbing you with the title “Pygm.AI.lion” despite your human heart and brain. When you accidentally still the usually flamboyant archer into silence after he comes across you working in your atelier‒ you find that you’ve become a victim to one of his ceaseless stalkings. Though, you’ve been prey long enough to know how hunt the huntsman himself.

Notes: Reader/OC based off of the myth of Pygmalion, but with a twist of sci-fi/cybernetic enhancements courtesy of the Shroud family. Rook is certainly a tricky character to write because part of his characterization being “mysterious and distant”, but as all humans have, there are layers underneath this simplicity that I thought would be interesting to explore through the avenue of the artist and the cyborg. GN pronouns and TW for some grooming, toxic adult presence, human experimentation mentioned (none of which are perpetrated by Twst characters). Also, inspired by "Apathy Wrapped in Kindness" by @twst-hanaya

CW: Human experimentation, verbal abuse in coming chapters

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 (Here) // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

Masterlist

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Cold blood that gradually began to pump through your plastic arteries and into your preserved heart traced your emerging body from the darkness of your recovery pod. Your synthetic arms twitched as the pod brought you into an upright position, and though the consistent palpitation of liquid throughout your cybernetic body prevented blood from rushing to your head, it took a few heavy breaths for your eyes to adjust to this resurrection that occurred every morning. Stepping out of the container, you felt the weight of your body return, swaying your head a bit as you pulled on your new Ignihyde uniform.

The floating tablet read: “Function: stable”, illuminating your room in a ghostly blue in confirmation of your body’s successful resurrection. An icon floated below it, a glowing version of the photo sitting on your desk, the man in the photo piercing his gaze into yours as if to scold you for your late morning as he had done centuries before. “Good morning Doctor Krios.*”, you greeted as always, before heading out for the Headmage’s office to finalize your delayed enrollment.

“Ah! Finally, (name), I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up!”

“Good morning, Headmage Crowley. I apologize for the delay.” You bowed towards him, watching him shuffle through a mess of papers on his desk. “Is this what you are looking for?” Picking up a file with your name stamped on the front, you handed it to Crowley.

He beamed. “Ah! Yes, exactly that. You robots are so useful with your sensors and such.”

“I am not a robot.”

“Because I am so kind‒ I will forgive you for your delay!” The headmage completely ignored your statement. Not that you really cared. He flipped through several pages of the file, before pulling one out and shoving it in front of your face. “Now, here is your schedule. Since you are a sculptor, and because I am so gracious‒ I took the liberty of setting up a tour led by one of our brightest third year art students before the week begins.” Just then, a knock was heard at the office doors.”Ah, right on cue. Come in!”

The heavy walnut doors opened, revealing a tall blonde with a purple uniform, and wide brimmed, purple hat to match. The red feather on it swooshed as he brought it to his chest, adorning a fox-like smile on his slender face.

“Enchante, Maître d’Ivoire. My name is Rook Hunt, vice dorm leader of the Pomefiore dorm and your guide today.” He sat his hat back on his head, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “What an honor it is to finally meet the one and only ‘Pygm.AI.lion’!”

You took his hand into your artificial one, tasting the warmth that came from the red blood flowing underneath his skin. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is (Name) Jupiter. I don’t go by Pygm.AI.lion.” A look of surprise adorned his face when you mentioned the name.

“Likewise, I apologize, I’ve only seen you associated with that name. And,” he lifted a hand to rest his knuckles under his chin in an inquisitive manner. “Jupiter? Of the Jupiter Enterprises?”

You nodded. “Yes. That Jupiter. My cybernetics that were the first in the world to be as automated as they are, were produced by the scientists of Jupiter Enterprises.” You explained, reminded of Dr.Krios’ words. You are the precious child to all in the Jupiter Family. It was as if you could feel him holding your beating heart in his hands once more, stringing various tubes and needles through them.

“Alright, you two. You have much to see, go on now!” The headmage shooed you away, returning to the pile of papers on his desk. Rook held the door open for you, before closing it behind him to lead you on your tour.

“So,” Rook began, pointing his sharp gaze to the bionic components peaking through your Ignihyde uniform. “how ever did a robot‒ excuse me‒ AI make their way into Night Raven College?”

“I am not a robot. Nor am I an AI.” You simply stated. “And a carriage arrived at the lab one day, just like any of the other students here.”

“My apologies. It seems the information on you spread by the media is unfortunately very lacking, I’m a fan of your work. Ah, may I see your schedule?” You handed him your schedule. He hummed in thanks. “What are you then, Maître d’Ivoire?”

“A cyborg.” The hungry glint in his eyes seemed a bit dissatisfied with your curt answer.

“Interesting, I do not see any human components‒ though that synthetic skin is very convincing‒ it reminds me of a student here, Ortho Shroud, you’ll meet him eventually.” He tipped his neck forward to get a better look at your bare skin.

You hummed, gaze stilled forward, a bit bored of his interrogation. Though you were used to pompous aristocrats hogging your time with their ceaseless blabbering of their own mediocre lives, this was equally as dull. You weren’t here really to make friends or experience the school life‒ just to escape the invasive testing and prodding back at the lab now that Dr.Krios was finally gone, which unfortunately ended the little protection you had under him. You ignored Rook’s first statement, reminded of the human heart and brain that were not able to be bionically replaced during your reconstruction. “I already know of him. He’s a member of the Shroud family, after all.” Rook swung his neck back, looking at the paper between his fingers.

“Mon dieu!” His volume made you wince your eyes, cringing at the sudden outburst. “I must be blessed by the great seven‒ we have the same period for art! How lucky am I to lay these eyes directly upon your creations! Ah, I simply cannot wait….” Rook tittered, a Iively energy singing in his footsteps, before he stops in front of heavyset double doors. “This room here is actually the art classroom.” He leads you into a closed classroom, a spacious floor with various mediums stored in all corners of the room. Your eyes shifted towards the unfinished marble structures clustered at the lengthy windows letting in golden sunlight that bounced off the soft skin of the figures. Despite most sculptures being half finished, there were no preliminary wax, clay, or plaster sculptures in sight*. With leisure movements, you circled around the forms, scrutinizing each crevice of soft marble, observing a bit in disappointment. Amateur technique, you thought. But you excuse it with the fact that this was not a specialized college for the arts, and rather one with magic; as well as your eyes being trained through centuries of perfecting your own carving technique, enabled by the prolonged life the cybernetic enhancements allowed you.

“Do we have an atelier here? Or just this classroom?” You asked, resuming an upright position to look at Rook, observing you with an amused look swimming in his eyes. You felt like you were being slowly trapped under the viridian of his gaze, tracking every movement of your synthetic muscles and whir of your polymer joints to trail you back to the inner processing of your brain. His name was fitting, you thought, you felt hunted by the slender slits on his face. However you were used to such hungry color saturating the eyes that met your form‒ so you paid no mind, silently stalking his movements back‒ a game of par force*. His lips curved into a smile that was not at all kind, sorry, or warm‒ but rather, above all, polite. It was with a cool distance stretching far into his eyes that you had become accustomed to within yourself, over the centuries of bearing the weight of time like a feather.

“Unfortunately no, just this classroom. Does this space not satisfy you?”

“I’d rather have more space to work with all of my tools at my disposal. This place is lacking in terms of proper maintenance and available materials. The oils and other mediums of this room will taint the stone, and I don’t see a single block of wax in sight.”

Your guide let out a laugh. “As expected from Maître d’Ivoire, I can certainly lend you the key to one of the abandoned sheds in the gardens on campus…” he decorated an artful smile on his face, positioning his hand below his chin as if to think. You quirked your eyebrow.

“Great. Take me there.”

“Ah but alas, I have one request.” He dangled the keys on a hooked finger. “I am a devotee to archaeology and unearthing ancient beauties which sleep beneath this earth you see. I happen to catch wind of the fact that you bear direct knowledge of ancient techniques, lost to the modern day?*” He eyes scanned your response through the brim of his hat, measuring the change in your features with the knowledge that he knew of your extended life. You didn’t really care much, he didn’t seem like the type to be going around and sharing people’s business.

“If you allow me to stop by periodically to study your technique, I will lend you this key in my hand.” His hand reached out to seal the deal. “What do you say, Maître d’Ivoire?”

You weighed out the options. On one hand, this guy seemed to be a hassle to deal with and you didn’t like people disturbing you during your process…on the other hand, even if you were able to avoid him during class, it wouldn’t matter if your final product would turn out imperfect and even potentially damaged. Which seemed likely with the clumsy handiwork you observed in the sloppy expressions decorating marble. You took his hand into yours, reflecting his own hunger in the glass of your bionic eyes. “Alright, we have a deal.”

He shook your hand with vigor. “Magnifique! Splendid! Surely, you will not regret this.” You wiggled your hand out of his tight grasp, already drained from his antics. Gods, you hoped the students of this school weren’t all like this.

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It was good this time period was full of technological innovations that made your life much easier than it had been when you were younger. Ah the marvels of technology, it made transferring all of your materials and works from the lab to your new atelier much easier rather than having to haul heavy materials from the lab, to your dorm, onto campus‒ not that it would be an issue with your cybernetics. Still, you were thankful that with a simple click of a button, everything was sent over with expedited shipping. You arrived early in the morning to unpack everything, picking the heavy materials up with ease with the help of your enhanced strength.

You were eager to get to work‒ finally out of the lab that scrutinized every move of yours. Do this, make that, carve this, don’t do that. You didn’t necessarily think sculpting was a personal expression for you per say, but you were tired of having to make such lifeless art appealing to the easily amused mob of aristocrats and stuffy high end clients that swamped your galleries. The rhythm in which you tapped your hammer onto the pointed chisel echoed through your gloves, into the microscopic sensors on your synthetic skin, reverberating into your metallic skeleton and into your human heart. You quietly relished the feeling so close to warm flesh.

“Such dutiful dedication! Already at work, I see.” Rook beamed, rested his hand on his chin, examining the detailed ivory ornaments sitting next to your drafting desk. Your flow interrupted, your hand hovered over the stone, phasing out of your automated trance. “Oh, apologies for interrupting.” He weaved through the statues littering the room making his way towards you.

Bit late for that goddammit.

“Just…knock next time.” You say monotonously. Anger would only feed them, him. Rook hummed in response.

“What are you working on?”

You motioned towards the wax sculpture next to you, he bent his neck down to examine it closer.

“What is this supposed to be?” His head turned to the side, positioning it to see if it would give him a better perspective.

“Whatever it wants to be.” You stated, getting back into the rhythm. In your mind there was no intention, no meticulously crafted idea that came deep within. An image descended to you like a dream, and you thawed it out, warming the figure of a life and death chilled by the stillness of time. You merely carved this life and death into stone‒ taking the past into your hands and infusing it to this present moment. Historians, archaeologists, and academics often labored over the meanings of your work‒ and you let them, knowing they would never understand the lack of novelty or personal intention within your creations, induced by the experience of eternity washing over you like a light breeze hardening in your still beating human heart.

“Whatever it wants to be?” His eyes held surprise above all, trained on your hands as his own pulled out a purple pen and leather notepad.

“Whatever it wants to be. The years I’ve lived have made me an observer to humanity.” Your gloved hands worked with a lightness almost impossible to the heavy mechanical components packed inside your synthetic skin. “I am possessed by it.”*

A hardened smile grew on his lips, as he steadied his hand on the surface of the notepad. “Beaute‒ such inspiring words! Such love and beauty felt through your art…” He scribbled something down on the paper.

“Love? Art? Beauty? No. This is not art, not knowledge‒ it is possession. Possession of life, of death, of ugliness, of nuance no longer…” found within yourself. You reeled yourself from your daze, pausing mid-way through your sentence. Perhaps you had lied when you said you weren’t an AI. An AI can only replicate the human brain efficiently because it cannot do so with the human heart‒ because when a heart emerges, it becomes something entirely new‒ too fearful, too longing, too passionate it then yearns, it wants more, more, more‒ feel something, reach out, call out, the heart says. It is not an AI then, it becomes a monster. That voice existed in you at some point in time, but now you merely stand in front of it to reflect if onto stone. Your gloved hands trembled when you stopped your hammer. To lull them, you continued your rhythm. This French bastard was really messing with your flow, humming carelessly as he continued to scribble in his notepad.

You two sat in silence after that, you continuing your work with the material as he sat and studied your every move before he announced it was time for lunch. Wanting to continue with your piece, you merely hummed in response, glad that he was no longer scrutinizing you under that falcon-like gaze. This hunt didn’t feel as dehumanizing as it was in the lab, but it definitely kept you on your guard enough that it was disturbing your usual rapid pace with production. But maybe it was because, for the first time in a while, it was not mere production‒ you had to allow yourself to be possessed by humanity, rather than the vapid requests of the people in lab coats or garish jewelry. Hearing Rook close the door, you ascended into a deep trance, your hands dancing across the surface of the marble to realize the vision.

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The joints in your arm rasped with exhaustion when you finished the piece. Stretching your stiffened body, you searched the room for your maintenance box, hoping it wasn’t buried in the several boxes that littered the corners that you had forgotten to unpack. Finding it under your drafting table, you opened it, revealing various tools to tweak the cybernetics on your body for better performance. You grabbed a wrench, opening a compartment on your arm before loosening the tension within it with a few twists.

“Bonsoir, still in the studio at this late hour?” You turned to the voice, revealing Rook, the crimson feather on his head bobbing as he waltzed into the atelier. Giving a grunt in response, you continued to work on the weariness of your arm.

“I was just about to lock up since I’m finished.”

“Won’t you indulge me in your latest creation?” That smile, those hungry eyes again.

You let out a silent huff through your nose, getting up to flick on the light that illuminated the sculpture. There lay a hunk of marble that held its fleshy luster under the delicate layers of plaster and wax you stratified on top of the stone‒ emerging from it a disembodied figure resembling the pose of a crouched fetus despite its large, meaty form, cracked and dismembered. The wax, dyed in splotchy bursts of red, glowed pink like human tissue under the warm lamp, and supple like soft skin you could almost squeeze. You were satisfied with your handiwork today, this was exactly the image which descended upon you‒ fleshy, poignant, ghostly, writhing with hot blood. You had once known her, the figure imprinted onto the stone. She always wore a woeful smile on her flowery face until the sickness overtook her entire body. The last night you met with her to hold her hand through the eternal darkness, she cried like a worn infant, rasping in your ear a covet for another life, sweet as a summer’s child. You don’t remember her name, or your tears‒ but you remember the feather light touch of her fingers and salt on your tongue. Her divine thirst seized your hands today‒ and you carved it into the tender wax over soft marble.

You curiously looked over at Rook, who turned his back to you, stilled at the moment you flickered the lights. Stepping closer, you saw that he had an unreadable, if not, slightly perturbed expression on his face‒ the creases made between his deep set eyes feeling unnatural to his demeanor. Drinking it in with slight surprise, you stepped back quietly, gathering your tools in your canvas wrap case to let him sort out..whatever was happening to him.

“This is…different from your usual pieces, no?”

“My usual pieces are patroned by Jupiter Enterprises. I have no patron currently so I can allow my sculptures to do as they like.”

“You speak as if…this is alive.”

A phantom sensation grazed your palm. “It is very much so. I can even make it more alive, but I won’t do that.” Rook looked at you, searching your flat expression for an answer. Ah, you had forgotten Dr.Krios had framed your sculptures as a technological wonder, rather than a result of your magic. Grabbing an ivory sculpture off of your shelf, you pulled off your glove with your teeth. “With my touch, Aphrodite’s Kiss,”* the creature began to flutter in your hands. “I can animate my carvings.” The bird chirped, snuggling its soft ivory wings into your hold hands, before it began to gradually lose the lively jitter of its body, petrifying it before its heart stopped. “But it does not last for long. It will harden again before its short lived life is over.” You carefully set the bird back in its spot, encasing your synthetic hand back in the glove. How desperately you wanted to lock your hands inside that fabric to veil them for eternity, or tear them off your body entirely. But your body shook with a quiet tremor, even with the cold blood and metal‒ create, create, create.

Rook observed your movements silently, then slowly turned his head back to the pink statue, lips pursed in a thin line, breathing slowly rising his chest up and down.

“Not her though, it would be cruel.”

He flashed a polite, distanced smile again. “Thank you for indulging me. Sweet dreams, Maître d’Ivoire.” A gloved hand tipped his hat as he bade his goodbye, leaving you in the chilled room, sharp eyes tracking his movements. A slight fragrance of bitter anger wafted from his passing expression‒ you felt that it wasn’t directed towards you, but it also seemed it wasn’t not directed towards you. You weren’t really sure. Gathering your supplies, you readied yourself for a full schedule tomorrow, hopefully with less weird students than the one that you met today.

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Notes:

Much of the cybernetic inspiration comes from media like Ghost in the Shell, Battle Angel Alita, Violet Evergarden, etc.. since I grew up with them during my childhood in my mother country lol. But also some of it comes from my academic research area, mainly addressing feminism and queer theory through the allegory of the cyborg (ie Cyborg Manifesto by Donna Haraway). I hope to continue with these ideas because I think it’s such an interesting concept that holds a lot of relevance to our current world.

Krios is a translation of “Aries” in Greek‒ both a representation of the animal symbolizing the god of war, and the god of death (black ram specifically). Like a ram, both war and death stops for no one, and charges straight through with force. Kind of like a mad scientist breeching on ethical codes lol

Marble sculptors usually make preliminary drafts made of more malleable materials like clay, plaster, or wax to tackle any potential technical issues that might have to deal with. Also results in a better replication of soft things like skin and fabric because of the malleable material. Kind of like a sketch, studies, or etchings that oil painters do before starting their piece.

Par Force: A style of hunting used for centuries, which became the preferred method of hunting during the medieval period during the cultural shift of hunting to an activity for nobles, because it was considered to be the “purest” and most elegant form, requiring lots of technical and intellectual skill in heightening danger within a controlled context. It basically exhausts (some theorize heat exhaustion) the prey into yielding. However some, even during this period, claimed that this was not pure‒ and liked to take their prey with “gentleness” and “nobility” with a bow and arrow or with traps, favoring the process and rituals to the hunt rather than say, exhausting the biggest hunt to capture it. ALSO hunting has a lot of romantic/sexual implications during medieval periods (especially in France, as they decorated many illuminated manuscripts, tapestries, and wooden chests) so I’ll definitely be using this analogy a lot lol

Though ivory sculpting has been traditionally used in ornamental pieces since prehistoric times, it was usually a very rare and expensive material to work with before the colonization (robbery) of Africa in the 19th century. Though marble is favored for sculptures with human forms because its luster is similar to that of human skin‒ ivory was favored in religious and decorative objects (mostly for high political/social classes like the church or the Chinese royal dynasty) because of its softness, creamy color, and smooth grain/texture. Ivory is also the tusks of elephants or walruses, so it’s hard to create grandeur with just size alone, so many ivory sculptures are extremely detailed.

Unlike metal it also can’t be recycled or reused, so not only is it a precious material to start with, but it also becomes even more important over time because its higher survival rate (used a lot in Byzantine art, and we actually still have a lot of well-preserved pieces, such as the throne of Maximianus).

Unfortunately because ivory doesn’t survive so well underground or in certain climates, our knowledge of Ancient Greek ivory carving is very restricted, though most Roman (the later half towards Constantine’s rule) are well preserved because they were kept above ground in church treasuries. So most of our knowledge on Ancient Greek ivory sculpting comes from the plaques and relief carvings of the Roman/Byzantine times. So I think Rook would be very interested, as an aspiring archaeologist, to get the inside scoop about Ancient Greek ivory carving, especially as its trade has been forbidden since the late 20th century.

In the Odyssey when describing the materials for the palace of Menelaos as “the heavenly palace…There was a gleam there, which was like the gleam of he sun of the moon…I want you to notice something, so of Nestor, you who are so dear to my heart. Notice the flash of bronze as its ight pervades the echoing hall and also the flash of gold and of electrum and of silver and ivory. I’m guessing that Zeus, who lives on Olympus, has such a hall inside his palace, and he would have as many indescribable things as are here. A sense of holy awe takes hold of me as I look at these things.”

Ivory is illustrated as a material favored by the gods, specifically to Zeus. SIDENOTE‒ the Iliad/Odyssey are set during the Mycenaean Greece (though written during Archaic/Ancient Greece) and therefore Zeus is not yet the headgod he is known to be in the Hellenistic Pantheon (Mycenaean Greece put more of a emphasis on Chthonic/Underworld gods like Psidon, who fulfilled the head god role). But Homer go off I guess I get what you’re trying to say‒ Ivory is a material favored by the gods, and even associated with the head god of the time period it was written in.

Side note to side note: there are so many inconsistencies like this in Homer’s narratives lol. Like Aphrodite isn’t even found in any Mycenaean texts but she’s like the main person responsible for the Trojan war?? Make it make sense lmao

In Plato's Ion, he discusses with Socrates how artists preform and create. He states that art is form of divine possession and inspiration, a type of divine madness that acts as a vessel to gods' truth. It comes not solely from a place of knowledge but experience and inspiration (capturing the essence). I think this would definitely be an interesting perspective to take with art (not one I personally believe in), especially with a being infused with the eternity of time.

The piece was inspired by both Medardo Rosso’s The Golden Age (L ‘Ea d’oro) (the materials and technique), and Jean Fautrier’s Sarah ad Petit nu Assis (the form and concept). I wanted to mainly focus on abstract pieces for the stuff created outside of the lab since it elicits a feeling, an experience, and a life and death than an image. Tachisme, which is the art movement Jean Fautrier belongs to, also is very intuitive‒ so I wanted to show the essence of memory‒ something which doesn’t take a clear form but can still make us feel depth and emotion. Memory is also something which betrays our heart and mind in the end as well, so that is also something which shows that there is still humanity inside the character, despite their willful distance away from it.

Rook is a bit ticked off when he can’t really intellectualize your art, because I think he sees beauty as truth above anything else, which can only really be pulled from objective reality and observation (explains his vote for RSA‒ he saw that the students had passion in what they did, rather than justifying his vote with his adoration for Vil). So when he can’t really put a finger on what makes his body feel the beauty of the piece, he feels like he’s being denied a part of him‒ which is something that instills a cold anger and green inside him because I think he really values “I” in the holistic sense. He won’t give parts of himself to anyone because of this greed‒ he wants to take things and run‒ hunt, kill, and move on to the next thing. Also why he admires Trey for the respectable distance he keeps from others because Rook himself wants to maintain that distance from almost everyone. He’s so complicated lmao

Aphrodite’s Kiss is a reference to the original myth of Pygmalion‒ in which Pygmalion quietly pleads to Aphrodite to bring his beloved Galatea to life. When he goes home to kiss his ivory statue, he finds that her lips are warm and soft, discovering that the goddess grande his wish. Thought it’d be cute, ya know?

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danielnelsen · 21 days ago

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answers to rook questions from @argentleif, thanks!!!!!!

brief backstory of my rook first, particularly to explain my answer to the first question: he was raised qunari and became saarebas. he was travelling somewhere in mainland thedas with his arvaarad and they got attacked (maybe by darkspawn, but it doesnt really matter). his arvaarad died, but he was rescued by a grey warden who was manning a largely inactive outpost alone. the warden helped him recover and also encouraged him to find his own path, and they were there together for a few years. eventually rook decided to become a warden himself. he still considers himself qunari but knows that it's not technically true

answers below the cut

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

ok this is the one ive probably been doing the most thinking about and im kinda between two answers

so, first option: when he picks his new name (because he's now a grey warden, rather than saarebas), it's something that can get shortened to rook. im currently delving into qunlat, trying to get a grasp on the language, and seeing if i can come up with something. i dont know if this will work, but i do still plan to find him a qunlat name that works for being a warden, regardless

second option: in my current qunari research, i read 'the straight path', which is a qunari children's story that definitely contains the type of values he tries to adhere to. maybe he gets into chess with his warden pal and then talks about that story and following the straight path and the warden's like "oh like the rook!" idk. i think that's sweet

4. Which faction did they join, and why? How long has it been?

they grey wardens for the reasons above. from the way his interactions have gone so far in-game, id say he hasnt been a warden for very long, maybe a few years. it's probably only been about 5 years since he met that warden; maybe 3 years staying with them, and then 2 as a proper warden himself

10. Does Rook know their history? Do they know of the HoF, Hawke, the Inquisitor?

prior to becoming a warden, he would have heard of hawke because the qunari invasion of kirkwall would have caused a huge stir, especially after it was disavowed by the arigena and ariqun. he probably didnt hear much, if anything, about the mage-templar war, though. he likes reading, so maybe he's read the tale of the champion since meeting varric

he would have learned about the hof as a grey warden. my hof also has an office or something at weisshaupt, so they've probably briefly met. similarly, he would have heard of the inquisitor in relation to the wardens and also the concerns about corypheus and a potential archdemon during all that. he was still saarebas during the events of inquisition, though, so he wouldnt have had any direct involvement

15. What’s the first thing people notice when Rook enters a room?

not to make absolutely everything about the fact that he's qunari, but... the fact that he's qunari lmao. it's pissing me off that nobody in-game reacts to it, especially given the qunari are one of the main antagonist factions

16. Got any tattoos? What’s the story behind them?

idk why im drawing a blank about whether i gave him any tattoos in cc..... but i didnt have his backstory planned then, so the proper answer is no, i think

17. How’d Rook get those scars?

he was a qunari living in seheron for a while (before becoming saarebas). even though he wasnt part of the antaam, he would have encountered plenty of hostility. i gave him the lightning tattoos because they looked cool, so i imagine he got into a fight with some tevinters. i feel his magic would have manifested in response to some sudden dangerous conflict, so maybe that's when it happened

i also gave him top surgery scars just because i could, but i dont think those would be canon for him. ive been constructing a whole qunari gender theory but it's still heavily in the works so im not going into that yet

28. Does Rook have any pets/animal companions?

nope :(

30. What is Rook’s class? Did they choose it?

he's a mage, so definitely didnt choose it! prior to gaining his magic, he wasnt a fighter, so he would never have become any other class otherwise

42. Something Rook regrets:

he doesnt tend to have regrets. he truly believes in the philosophy of the qun and finding stillness, which helps him make good decisions and also accept the decisions that he makes

he probably regrets not doing more to save his arvaarad because his life has been a bit of a mess since then, but he's trying to make the most of it

45. Who was Rook’s closest friend before joining the Veilguard?

that one warden, i guess. i havent thought about his friendships before becoming saarebas, and while he was saarebas he didnt really have friends, but he had a pretty peaceful relationship with his arvaarad, which is probably the closest he got. once he joined the wardens, he had a lot of trouble making friends because he was still trying to get the hang of human culture

#personal #da #dav #rook

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beheamothscreamoth · 10 months ago

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TWST Characters as the Cast of Les Misérables

So recently, I’ve been getting back into the Les Misérables musical, but I’ve also been having heavy brainrot for Twisted Wonderland,, So, of course, I got the random thought of combining these two fandoms, and for the fun of it, I decided to match characters from TWST with people from Les Mis - Who matches the vibe with this other character the best? Who would be who? This is all incredibly self-indulgent, but what the heck, why not?

You’ll see a few repeated TWST characters under some Les Mis people, but that’s because I think that character would fit them too! If you’re also confused about the question marks, that’s because I’m a little unsure of the TWST character’s placement in that role,, The more question marks, the more unsure I am- Again, I’m mostly basing my choices on pure vibes and delusions-

(Warning: Book 6 and 7 spoilers [There’s a pretty heavy implication for 7 + spoilery vibes, and I basically spoil the premise for 6] below! They’re under the ‘Read More’ section, but still, be careful when proceeding! And of course, I’m essentially spoiling the entirety of Les Misérables, and if you haven’t watched the musical, please do! It’s really good :D)

Jean Valjean:

Lilia Vanrouge

Trey Clover???

Inspector Javert:

Riddle Rosehearts

Rollo Flamme

Fantine:

Lilia Vanrouge???

Malleus’s mother-

I’ll be honest, I’ve debated a lot on who would fit Fantine, but I’ve come up with a lot of mixed results,, What do you guys think?

Cosette:

Malleus Draconia??

Silver

Yuu / MC

Marius Pontmercy:

Yuu / MC

Deuce Spade

Enjolras:

Ace Trappola?? (It’s mainly because he gives off a lot of main character energy,,)

Sebek Zigvolt???

Silver??

Éponine:

Ace Trappola????

Jack Howl

Epel Felmier???

Monsieur Thénardier:

Ruggie Bucchi

Azul Ashengrotto

Fellow Honest

Madame Thénardier:

Ruggie Bucchie again

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Gidel

Gavroche:

Grim

Grantaire:

Cater Diamond (/lh)

Rook Hunt (even for me, this is a WILD reach,,)

Other Thoughts + Random Quotes from the Musical

I definitely feel like Kalim would be the bishop that houses Valjean after he gets out of prison!

I was a little unsure about Jack's placement as Éponine, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it? There was something funny about someone with a strong sense of justice living with such scammy people like the Thénardiers- And that moment where Éponine turns on her father, and takes the gunshot to protect Marius? Yeah, Jack betrayed his dorm to do what he thought was right, and I can see him getting in harm’s way to protect the person/people that he loves,,,

I’ll admit, while Azul does fit with the more “scammy” category of Monsieur Thénardier, I have to say, I think he’s a bit too,, “clean,” for him if that makes sense??

I do like the image of all the TWST characters fighting side by side and saving the world,, Technically that already happened in Book 6, but still,,

While I did slap Sebek with the role of Enjolras, a part of me thought that the army officer who sings to the student revolutionaries that they “have no chance at all,” would also fit him, considering Sebek is serving a royal,,

‘Little People,’ but with Grim,,

Okay but why does Deuce kinda match with the pipeline of Valjean so well though. Valjean used to be a prisoner and stole from a bishop, but he became a better man and a mayor. Deuce used to be a delinquent, but he became a better person and aims to be an honour student. Deuce doesn’t really match the old man energy Valjean has, but do you see how deep my delusions go??

Ace/Sebek, to a pining Deuce/Yuu: Who cares about your lonely soul?

Sebek: Diamond, pUT THAT BOTTLE DOWN

Ruggie: At the end of the day you’re another day older, and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor.

Ruggie/Azul: Nothing gets you nothing. Everything has got a little price!

Sebek: You have no friends. [Wow, thanks.]

Grim: This only goes to show what little people can do!

Ruggie: It’s a world where the dogs eat the dogs, where they kill for the bones in the street... I raise my eyes to see the heavens, and only the moon looks down. The harvest moon shines down!

Riddle: I am the law, and the law is not mocked!

Rollo: And if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames. And so it must be, for so it is written on the doorway to paradise - that those who falter and those who fall must pay the price.

Malleus: How strange, this feeling that my life’s begun at last. This change - can people really fall in love so fast? ...What’s the matter with you, Malleus? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear, so many things unknown...

Lilia: Dear Malleus, you’re such a lonely child. How pensive, how sad you seem to me. Believe me, if it were in my power, I’d fill each passing hour! How quiet it must be, I can see, with only me for company.

Yuu / MC: Get out before the trouble starts. Get out Ace, you might get shot!

Ace: I’ve got you worried now, I have! That shows you like me quite a lot!

Yuu/Deuce: As for you, take this too! *PUNCHES AZUL/RUGGIE AND THROWS MONEY AT HIM* God forgive us the things that we do!

Ruggie: Paris at my feet, Paris in the dust. And here’s me breaking bread with the upper crust!

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senka-mesecine · 1 year ago

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Super late to the party on this but I played Far Cry 3 for the first time ever recently and just wanted to say your Hoyt content is INCREDIBLE. You really fleshed out a villain who deserved far more development and screen time than he got.

also v random but I’ve seen a semi-common thing mentioned in any fic about him owning five villas but I don’t remember hearing anyone say that in the game? Do you have any idea where it came from? You seem like pretty much the definitive expert on his character lol

Won't lie, but I don't remember either (😬) because the last time I played this game was eons ago (and I'm not active in this fandom anymore) so frankly, I would definitely have to brush up my lore to see where the 'Hoyt Volker owns five villas' thing originated from in the first place (Maybe a side-character mentions it? I don't recall anymore. Sorry. Would be hilarious if it originated from me and I have no recollection of it.) but I like to think it is simply a logical piece of fanon, among others. Man's a slave trafficker. Arms dealer. Drug peddler. A whoremongerer. The biggest one in the South Pacific. It's a very lucrative, albeit horrendously ethically wrong sort of business. It's easy to become filthy rich when you've no qualms about stepping on other people's backs to acquire it. Stands to reason that outside of his bubble on Rook Island, the man actually lives, boasts and maintains a lavish lifestyle...that is, if he was ever off of that archipelago enough to actually enjoy it, because that damned place doesn't let anyone get off, invertedly tying and trapping everyone and everything in its midst and most people aren't even aware of it. Therein lies a huge bit of irony about Hoyt.

Man's richer than God.

He runs everything he surveys within this microcosm, sure, but he's also overworked, greasy, cranky and looks like he's seen better days. Has the appearance of a common street pimp too, rather than someone who's effectively a millionaire. Looks like he hasn't left Rook Island in ages either, so whatever bit of revenue, real estate, ships, boats, money, wealth, cars and luxuries this guy owns, and I'm certain he technically owns a lot, is let unattended, unused and unsavoured somewhere abroad, because even Hoyt himself might not realize just why he has never left his base on Rook Island to actually indulge in the spoils of his own hard work. But, that's why Rook Island is so eerie and accursed. Why it has such a mystical quality to it, almost like an entity with a will of its own. Because Volker has profited off of exploiting the place for decades. The people on it. He turned its hallowed wildlife and sacred grounds into a base for his illegal operations. Its nature into fields where he grows his narcotics. Transformed the place into a gathering place for privateers, pirates, junkies and hookers. Rook Island has a way to repay that offence, ensuring Volker never leaves to actually be able to find joy in any of the material goods he's earned through his labor, in some beautiful villa somewhere, soaking in a jacuzzi with a martini glass, even though he owns that and much, much more.

Nope. Rook and his office is where he stays.

Occasionally going out dish out some order and authority when it's required to the other ends of the islands and come back and continue his same old routine, at that very desk, in that very chair, overlooking the courtyard to his equally decrepit looking compound.

Of course he has five villas.

Never lived in them a day in his life, though.

#hoyt volker #far cry 3 #character analysis #thank you for your lovely complements though #that's very kind of you #magical realism #rook island

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coochiequeens · 1 year ago

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USA Cycling will be enforcing a policy to ensure some level of fairness in races and of course some TIM is crying transphobia.

BY ANNE-MARIJE ROOK

PUBLISHED 14 HOURS AGO

When USA Cycling introduced its revised Transgender Athlete Participation Policy earlier this month, the new two-tiered system didn't sit well with all racers.

One trans woman and amateur racer from Washington State was so put off by the new policy that she filed a complaint with the state's Attorney General's Office, imploring Attorney General Bob Ferguson to file an injunction against USA Cycling. She also filed a complaint with the American Civil Liberties Union of Washington.

The racer, whose identity will remain anonymous for her protection, argues that the new policy only heightens the trans community's concern of "exclusionary, discriminating and humiliating scrutinization."

Starting on 1 January 2024, transgender athletes wanting to participate in USA Cycling-sanctioned events will be categorized as either Group A or Group B athletes, depending on their discipline and race category.

Group A athletes are those racing at the elite level (Pro, Category 1 and 2). Transgender women in Group A must undergo a so-called "elite athlete fairness evaluation application," which involves submitting medical documentation demonstrating that their serum testosterone level has been consistently below 2.5 nmol/L for at least 24 months.

Group B athletes are those competing at the amateur and novice levels. These transgender athletes, both men and women, wishing to compete at this level must complete a self-identity verification request, which the USA Cycling Technical Director, Bonnie Walker, will review.

In introducing the new policy, USA Cycling said it aimed to maintain "fair competition standards while providing a welcoming environment for all athletes, irrespective of gender identities."

But in this racer's eyes, the new policy does quite the opposite.

"Outing ourselves for amateur sanctioned racing does not make us feel safe or welcome; instead, it shines an uninvited bright light on our private life, further threatening our safety, as well as our rights on a federal and state level. This rule change creates an exclusionary environment, sets a dangerous precedent and opens a Pandora's box for organized amateur sports with transgender athletes," she says.

This rider was active in the Washington State racing scene for four years. During that time, she says, "no individual, organization or local USAC official harassed or required me to out myself, nor was a complaint filed against me. Many people were aware that I was transgender because it is a small community. I trained just as hard as other female athletes and still did not have a competitive advantage. In fact, most of the time, I rarely finished in the top three in Cat 4 races."

But she hasn't raced in some time, partly due to the changing climate and the fact that a USA Cycling racing license is required to partake in cycling events in Washington, even at the amateur level. By buying a license, she'd be supporting a governing body whose policies she doesn't agree with.

"I know that my racing days are probably done, but for me, it's about the next generation of racers and the freedom I hope they can have like what I had. The freedom to be themselves and just race to race," the source says.

An injunction, if successful, would prohibit USA Cycling from requiring amateur athletes to "out themselves."

"My hope is that the injunction will put a stop to this prejudicial discriminatory rule. I advocate that transgender athletes should be allowed to race as they identify at the amateur level races," the source says. "We are not paid athletes, just weekend warrior bike racers testing our skills against other like-minded individuals."

USA Cycling told Cycling Weekly that it does not wish to comment at this time.

#USA Cycling #Transgender Athlete Participation Policy #USA #washington #Of course the trans whiner is allowed to be anonymous #Interesting take that policies ment to ensure fairness is called transphobic #If the dudes an amateur in the first place why is racing so important?#There's no policies stopping him from just going for bike rides

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fumikomiyasaki · 26 days ago

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I do love the little callback to our talk about Fuan... actually given I have time this morning let me Join with mostly my canon NRC ocs too:

🎲 - Biological parents

Carol- Catherine and Jonathan Ann, one a housewife the other an engineer

Camilla- Her old family is no more

Bengal- His family never cared for him

Eiji- Kano Hiranori and Itsuki Hiranori are both not his biological parents, more the ones who oversee his changes as Homunculus

Kumo- He barely remembers them

Meyra- The Voldaria family married her off to someone so... she prefers the Last name Palledino as a cover up

Fuan- Laverna who was a godess of Thievery and Artyom who was an angel but he sadly passed away

Beelby- Mr and Mrs Zetron were the kind of parents to bring him to a trial of Fire... so he barely remembers them

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

Carol- Partly her best friend Eve

Camilla- The Maids and Butlers in the castle she served under

Bengal- Technically he raised himself

Eiji- N/A

Kumo- Does his best friends teaching him the world count... technically he had a mentor too that is no more

Meyra- The Servants really did a better job than her parents

Fuan- Plutus counts, he is the god of wealth and only cared for him cause he had the hots for his mom but... he still was like an uncle to him,

Beelby- There was this huge Rhinobug that he was close with

📎 - Siblings/close family

Carol- Megan Ann... police officer and one Carol idolized

Camilla-N/A

Bengal- He would count his bandmates like his siblings, his former ones not his current ones, the ones in Feral cheshires.

Eiji- N/A

Kumo- Tsuki felt like an annoying little sister

Meyra- N/A

Fuan- Back when he still endured in the heavens... ther was this guy called Aeron who felt like one

Beelby- N/A

✨ - Children (current or future) (Going Canon ship and my ocs for this one cause I have too many oc ships)

Carol- Poppy Clover they/them (Carol x Trey)

Camilla- Rosella Dawnrose (Camilla x Phobetor if they made up)

Bengal- Annie Pharon (Vanessa x Bengal)

Eiji- N/A

Kumo- Vega Starwing (Kumo x Silver)

Meyra- Aminella Hunt (Meyra x Rook)

Fuan- N/A

Beelby- N/A

🧸 - Childhood friends

Carol- Eve who tought her Piano and was her main support this whole time... the two known each other forever...

Camilla- Technically we would have counter Dragiselle if... tragedy didn't happen

Bengal- Again call his bandmates

Eiji- Funny you think he has them

Kumo- Taiyo and Tsuki definetly

Meyra- Andrew sadly

Fuan- He did but his whole situation made him barely remember them

Beelby- N/A

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

Carol- Leroy, Lyla, Louis, Kaeru

Camilla- Meyra, Serena,

Bengal- Joel, Gilly, Eikichi, Gregory,

Eiji- Slice

Kumo- Taiyo, Tsuki

Meyra- Camilla, Rubina,

Fuan- *lonely*

Beelby-Flynn, Leroy, Gregory,

💌 - First crush/love

Carol- There was an old friends called Curls who she regrets not confessing too

Camilla- Phobetor,

Bengal- There was his first fan... it didn't end well

Eiji- *blank stare*

Kumo- Silver,

Meyra- There was this other noble she was more interested in then who she got married to.

Fuan- He is uncertain

Beelby- There was a mortal he observed but... sadly they are no more

💋 - First kiss

Carol- Any of her oc ships or Trey

Camilla- Phobetor

Bengal-He probably forgot,

Eiji- Try to get to him to feel anything at all first

Kumo- Taiyo funny enough

Meyra- Her husband... regretably

Fuan- He is unkissed

Beelby- There was this succubus woman who placed one on him

🌹 - First relationship

Carol- Same answer as the kiss one

Camilla-Phobetor

Bengal-He had more casual kissing than relationships maybe Vanessa counts

Eiji- Funny again

Kumo- It will also be his crush with either Silver or an oc

Meyra-Again her Husband

Fuan- ahhhhhhhh

Beelby- Funny enough it was a poly with some Demon ladies

🌶️ - First intimacy

Carol- .... we do not talk about the Aus in this one but usually its her partner she chose.

Camilla- Phobetor

Bengal- Again a Fan

Eiji- ...

Kumo- He did give a woman a time but that didn't go so well making him the wary one he is now

Meyra- Her husband again and she is not wanting to remember

Fuan- N/A

Beelby- Its been so long agon

💔 - Exes -

Carol- None of yet

Camilla- Phobetor

Bengal- Too many

Eiji- Nah

Kumo- Not really

Meyra- She would love to count her husband.

Fuan- Nope...

Beelby- You want to have like 100 of a list

✏️ - Classmates

Carol-2-C with Azul and Jamil

Camilla- 3-C with Vil

Bengal- 4-C but none notable yet

Eiji- 3-C with Vil

Kumo-3-A with Leona and Rook

Meyra-2-D with Flyod

Fuan-1-C Lonely

Beelby- 4-D Lonely

🐾 - Pets-

N/A

💢 - Person they can't stand

Carol- Jamil,

Camilla- Dragiselle

Bengal- Idia

Eiji- The world at this point

Kumo- Ace

Meyra- Her husband, Dorothy,

Fuan- He hates to admit it but his mom given his curse

Beelby- Alioth cause of this one sided Rivalry

⚰️ - Someone they lost (not necessarily dead)

Carol- Not... yet...

Camilla- Technically Phobetor counts... he is not the same man she fell in love with but... her whole birthplace is more of a loss... all those people

Bengal- His bandmates he... is seperated from so

Eiji- His pet rabbit of the past

Kumo- technically his friends count

Meyra- many were pulled away from her cause they stood in the way of the marriage

Fuan-His dad, also some old friends cause of his parasite

Beelby- Too many to count given his immortality

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

Carol- Ms Lumina, the teacher who pushed her whole down out of jealousy, probably would have did worse if she stayed

Camilla- Dragiselle... given the distruction

Bengal- Trauma? What Trauma?

Eiji- his whole life is a trauma he is living himself

Kumo- The first woman who got interested in him as said who put him in this mess

Meyra- Her husband as usual.

Fuan- His mom

Beelby- Technically the one who gave him his overseer job when he was still in hell... thanks to him he always had to fight so many people in this hellhole.

OK IT STARTED OUT AS 'haha I think I wanna answer ALL of these questions that'd be fun' BUT @screamintoad YOU ASKED FOR IT

I'M GONNA ANSWER ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS FOR ALL OF MY OCS

ALL OF THEM

ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT? THROWING IN MY SIDE OC FLÉCHER TOO BC WHY NOT (oop— how many of you even know he exists???)

Everything under the cut bc this is gonna be longgggggggggggg

I tried my best to make all the answers interesting but there are like 2 questions where almost every character just has 'N/A' written for them

🎲 - Biological parents Tomoe - father Takahiro & mother Hanae, very loving Irina - mother Diana & father Anthony - both absolutely terrible. Diana is dead and who knows where Anthony is. Both were neglectful and verbally abusive Spike - mother Marta & father Dino - no idea where mom is and dad only the guy who fathered him Junia - father Argus & mother Lydia - father died before Junia could meet him and Lydia was very controlling and often put Junia's confidence down Lisle - mother Carla & father Elliot - raised him, maybe a bit TOO loving, almost to the point of being yes-men. See him as some sort of miracle. Veronica - father Vladimir & mother Cecilia (both dead) Veronica does not remember much about either of them Victor - mother Cecilia & father Vladimir (both dead) Victor remembers them very well and misses them both Artemisia - father Simeon & mother Marigold - the king and queen of the Land of Dawning. father has barely been in her life at all and mother has tried to hide her away from the world bc she's worried what people will say about Artemisia- both for Artemisia's sake and her own Flécher - Dad Angelo & mom Lisa. Angelo and Lisa broke up when he was a baby, and Angelo got custody

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years Tomoe - Her parents, her grandparents, her history teacher Irina - Her childhood friend 'Clover'- her at that point only experience of a love that wasn't toxic or abusive. But losing him was so painful she practically repressed her memories of him Spike - His grandmother Junia - Her mother Lydia Lisle - His mother Carla and father Elliot Veronica - Her adoptive father, who she just calls 'father', and her teacher miss Averesch who was the closest she ever had to a maternal figure Victor - Veronica who always protected him when they were children. Also Idia and Ortho; even if it was just for a short while, they were a comfort in his daily life of fear Artemisia - Her sister Cerise was incredibly important to her Flécher - His dad Angelo. Angelo was pretty young when he had Rocky (Flécher's first name - Flécher is both of their surname) so they're pretty close

❓ - Estranged family/relatives they've never met Tomoe - Her mother's parents (never met) Irina - Her father (estranged- she has no idea where he is but thinks he's probably alive) Spike - His mom (never met) Junia - Her dad (died before she was born) Lisle - His uncle and cousin (FORMERLY estranged) Veronica - The relatives who kidnapped Victor (only met once- WHEN Victor was being kidnapped) Victor - His and Veronica's adoptive father (estranged) Artemisia - Her father (so distant they might as well be estranged. She cannot remember ever speaking a single word to him, or vise versa) Flécher - His mom (can't remember)

📎 - Siblings/close family Tomoe - Sachie, Kouta Irina - Her uncle(though 'close' is a bit of a stretch) Spike - His gran Junia - N/A Lisle - N/A Veronica - Victor Victor - Veronica Artemisia - Cerise, Valerian Flécher - His dad

✨ - Children (current or future) Tomoe - Grim(kinda counts), Nuru(f) Irina - Malina(f), Malachi(m), Mallory(nb), Malek(m), Maleah(f), Malcolm(m), Malindt(nb), Malissa(f) Spike - Roza(f) Junia - Hilda(f), Julian(m), Hazel(nb) Lisle - N/A Veronica - N/A Victor - Toby(m), Genevieve(f) Artemisia - N/A Flécher - Does fur babies count? If so he ends up having a BUNCH of dogs in the future.

💎 - Chosen family Tomoe - Grim, Irina Irina - Tomoe, Grim Spike - Leona Junia - Jade, Floyd, Azul, (later on Trey's family) Lisle - Idia Veronica - Victor(does it count if they're blood-family too?), Vil, Rook, Epel Victor - Veronica Artemisia - Lilia, Malleus, Sebek, Silver Flécher - His best friend Valentine, probably

🧸 - Childhood friends Tomoe - Tooru, Kaede, Miki Irina - She has forgotten his name Spike - Oscar + his other friends in the gang Junia - Some kids she used to play with as a child Lisle - All the kids in his village (though he thought he was better than them) Veronica - Victor, Sebek(? 'friends' isn't exactly the right word) Victor - Veronica, Idia, Ortho Artemisia - N/A :( Flécher - Some people from his class in school. Sage Island isn't a very big place, so there aren't a lot of kids there, so they're all pretty tight with each other

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future) Tomoe - Tooru, Karde & Miki (past), Ace & Deuce Irina - Malleus, Jamil, Ruggie Spike - Oscar (past), Leona, Floyd Junia - Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Lilia, Cater, Skully Lisle - Cater, Idia Veronica - Victor, Cater Victor - Veronica, Idia, Ortho Artemisia - Idia Flécher - A guy in his class named Valentine; they've been seat-neighbors since they were 10

💌 - First crush/love Tomoe - Leona Irina - Her childhood friend Spike - A store clerk a few years older than him when he was 9 Junia - A neighbor's son Lisle - N/A Veronica - A crush on a girl in her class from when she was 10 Victor - A crush on a teacher when he was 6 Artemisia - Jamil Flécher - Irina (his first serious crush at least. And since she's only a year older than him he at first thinks he might have a chance. Is a bit sad/disappointed when he finds out she likes someone, but isn't too upset about it)

💋 - First kiss Tomoe - Leona Irina - A guy she had an infatuation with before TWST Spike - Neige Junia - A boy who had a crush on her when she was 12— she didn't like him back, she was just incredibly confused Lisle - N/A Veronica - That girl she had a crush on when she was 10. Veronica was going to just kiss her on the cheek, but her crush moved her face at the last second. Afterwards Veronica ran away out of embarrassment. Victor - Jack Artemisia - Jamil Flécher - Has not had it yet

🌹 - First relationship Tomoe - Leona Irina - Malleus (That guy she was infatuated with does not count bc he never said the two were an item. He basically just lead her on) Spike - Neige Junia - Trey Lisle - N/A Veronica - Cater Victor - Jack Artemisia - Jamil Flécher - When he was 7 he and one of his classmates were 'dating' for 2 days

🌶️ - First intimacy Tomoe - Leona Irina - Again, that one guy she had an infatuation with before TWST (everything about the situation wasn't great. She didn't even start out liking him— but when he showed some kind of interest in her, she was drawn to it, since no one ever really had before then. It didn't feel particularly satisfying, but she didn't mind, because someone actually wanted to touch her AT ALL for like the first time. And he kissed her sometimes, and sometimes held her for a little while after, which were more than enough for her— starved for affection as she was— to fall in love with him. She was hoping it would become a relationship, but he was also an inexperienced teenager and instead of just saying he didn't want a relationship he lead her on and used her for a LONG time. But she kept being around him because she'd developed feelings for him and she was just hoping that if she waited long enough, at some point he'd come to love her, too.) Spike - Neige (he's a hopeless romantic and had never been in a relationship before Neige) Junia - Trey (Junia had wanted to do stuff with other guys she was attracted to before Trey— but how controlling her mother was meant she just didn't have any opportunity to) Lisle - N/A (he is not interested at all. In fact, imagining himself in those kind of scenarios actively disgusts him) Veronica - Cater (she does not let anyone even come near her unless she trusts them. And that kind of intimacy for her is reserved only for someone she trusts and loves a LOT, and who she can sense returns those feelings. And she just didn't trust anyone her age who she found attractive in that way before Cater) Victor - Jack (his trauma means he's veeeeery choosy about who can or cannot touch him even strictly platonically, so he never felt safe enough with anyone before Jack) Artemisia - Jamil (she was never interested before him) Flécher - N/A

💍 - Partners (current or future) Tomoe - Leona (Leomoe 🦁x🌻) Irina - Malleus (Mallina 🐉x🐰) they get together directly after his Overblot, because she confesses to him right after it Spike - Neige (Spineige ❄️x🥊) they got together about a year before the start of TWST's plot Junia - Trey (Trenia ♣️x🐚) Lisle - N/A Veronica - Cater (Catonica ♦️x🐝) they get together after NRC Victor - Jack (Jacktor 🐺x🩸) Artemisia - Jamil (Artemil 🐍x🦢) they get together during GloMas- but secretly Flécher - I'm thinking he might end up with Valentine eventually? In like a sorta casual on-and-off thing?

💔 - Exes Tomoe - N/A Irina - Again, infatuation guy does not count Spike - N/A Junia - N/A Lisle - N/A Veronica - N/A Victor - N/A Artemisia - N/A Flécher - He and his classmate he 'dated' when they were 7 'broke up' because his 'partner' said his favorite animal wasn't cool

🍑 - Notable flings Tomoe - N/A Irina - infatuation guy (who knows maybe I'll give him a name one day) Spike - N/A Junia - N/A Lisle - N/A Veronica - N/A Victor - N/A Artemisia - N/A Flécher - N/A

✏️ - Classmates Tomoe - Grim, Deuce, Ace (1A) Irina - Sebek (1D) Spike - Vil (3C) Junia - Ruggie, Victor (2B) Lisle - Cater, Idia (3B) Veronica - Floyd (2D) Victor - Ruggie, Junia (2B) Artemisia - Literally no one 🥲 I put her in the ONLY otherwise empty class (1E) she and Malleus are both the only ones in their class. Sibling vibes Flécher - He does not go NRC but his class in the school he goes to on Sage Island has around 15 kids, including himself

⚙️ - Coworkers/boss Tomoe - Crowley (boss) Irina - Crowley (boss) Jade, Floyd, Ruggie, Junia, Lisle (coworkers, former), Azul (boss, former) Spike - Leona (boss) Junia - Jade, Floyd, Lisle, Ruggie (coworkers) irina (coworker, former), Azul (boss) Lisle - Jade, Floyd, Junia, Ruggie (coworkers) Irina (coworker, former), Azul (boss) Veronica - N/A Victor - N/A Artemisia - N/A Flécher - Crowley (boss) Sam (also boss, just the level under Crowley)

🐾 - Pets Tomoe - Cat named Mochi (pre-TWST) Irina - Wanted but never had bunnies Spike - N/A Junia - N/A Lisle - Some fish growing up Veronica - N/A Victor - Too many to count, almost all dead now. But still around :) Artemisia - N/A Flécher - A big golden retriever named Bonnie

🔪 - Enemy/nemesis Tomoe - Azul (Lawful Good straight-A student vs Lawful Evil straight-A student) Irina - Victor (bc he hates Malleus and is very open about that fact) Spike - N/A (unless he finds out what happened in Book 5, in which case it'd be Vil. He literally tried to poison Spike's boyfriend Neige) Junia - N/A Lisle - N/A Veronica - Leona Victor - Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Rook, Vil, Epel, Victor Sandersson ( @theolivetree123 ), Fuan Abbysnor ( @fumikomiyasaki ) Artemisia - Rook Flécher - Riddle. He always tries to stop him from having fun dancing while at work >:( so now whenever he sees Riddle he's made it his personal mission to annoy him. 'Off With Your Head' does nothing to Flécher bc he's magicless anyway so he considers it something he can live with.

💢 - Person they can't stand Tomoe - Crowley (not for her own sake, she's independent enough to manage herself, but how well she can take care of Irina and Grim directly depends on him) Irina - Ace (he's just so mean, and she's incredibly sensitive to that sort of thing bc she believes if someone is treating her badly, it must be bc she did something to deserve it) Spike - N/A (UNLESS he finds out what happened in Book 4. Then it'd be Jamil, for betraying Kalim. Spike would have trouble even being in the same room as jamil and their friendship would be instantly over) Junia - Vil (reminds her of her mother) Lisle - Leona, Idia (former) Veronica - Leona (they're in very similar positions, but Leona has just decided to, in Veronica's eyes, 'give up', instead of fighting against other people's perception of him) Victor - Kalim (Victor's happy-go-lucky thing is 100% a facade, made entirely out of whole cloth. And Kalim never understands Victor subtly insulting him) Artemisia - Rook (she wants him to stop stalking her so badly) Flécher - Anyone who litters

⚰️ - Someone they lost (not necessarily dead) Tomoe - Her entire family Irina - Her childhood friend Spike - His gran, Oscar, all his friends Junia - her mother Lisle - N/A Veronica - Victor Victor - Veronica Artemisia - Older sister Cerise Flécher - His mom? Although he doesn't remember her

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma Tomoe - Whoever sent her to twisted Wonderland? She didn't have any notable trauma before being separated from her family through coming to Twisted Wonderland. Irina - Her parents. They MESSED HER UP. Spike - The former friend who betrayed their gang Junia - Her mother Lisle - His cousin Briallen Veronica - Her father leaving her alone at her school Victor - His 'adoptive' (surprise adoption, that is) 'father' (now dead at the bottom of a cliff in some mountains— probably already eaten by mountain lions or something). He was verbally and physically abusive to Victor and put him through a lot of traumatic, invasive medical procedures that basically turned him into a magitech cyborg. Artemisia - basically everyone around her growing up (with the exceptions of her sister Cerise and brother Valerian), they all treated her like a freak or monster Flécher - A cat scratched him in the face once when he was a toddler and now he's afraid of them. Grim 'gives him the heebie-jeebies'

🗑️ - "It's complicated" Tomoe - Whether she'd choose to go home or stay in Twisted Wonderland Irina - Her opinions of her parents Spike - His relationship with his 'dad' Junia - What she thinks are her actual good qualities Lisle - His opinions of his parents Veronica - Her relationship with her father Victor - How many lives he's taken (both human and animal) Artemisia - Her upbringing in general Flécher - His future plans

©️ - Bonus: Canon NPC important to them Tomoe - Grim (basically her son. Him being taken away in Book 6 is the catalyst for Tomoe finally making up her mind that she's staying in Twisted Wonderland Irina - Malleus (Her Favorite Person, and the first person to ever return all her love in full) Spike - Leona (his first and closest friend at NRC) Junia - Azul (Junia feels she owes him a life debt for saving her, she's eternally grateful) Lisle - Cater (his first true friend- the first person who saw his true colors) Veronica - Vil (she looks up to and admires him a lot) Victor - Jack (absolutely the healthiest thing Victor's ever had in his life) Artemisia - Lilia (Lilia is 0.1 seconds away from literally going 'my child now') Flécher - Sam (basically manages him at work, and has actually taught him lots of good life lessons)

AND I'M DONE [ collapses ]

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the-roanoke-society · 4 years ago

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now i have a story that i’d like to tell...

about this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! / he comes to me at night after i crawl into bed / he's burnt up like a weenie and his name is fred!

horror aus part trois. part one can be found here, and two, here. all warnings and disclaimers still apply--as does the love.

do you dare dare journey below the cut...?

it’s a long way down, a long way down - a holy hell au inspired by the creep series

there are stories are stories on stories on stories about matches made in heaven. about two pure souls destined for the other, finally reaching a ‘happily ever after’ after going through trials and tribulations that, honestly, are played out and boring.

that’s exactly what fergus macleod would tell you, anway.

he’s been inhabiting his mortal coil for a few decades now, engaging in his favorite activity--serial murder.

but lately, something has--gone out.

he’s lost his light. his passion for killing.

so he gets an idea, and puts out an ad for a videographer.

he’ll make a documentary, he decides. a magnum opus to relight the blood and the violence that had brought him so much joy over the years.

what he didn’t expect was andi.

not her beauty. not her courage. not her wit, sharp enough to make a god bleed.

and not her fangs, and a thirst to rival his--even if her moral compass was a bit more lawful.

enough of stories about matches made in heaven.

talk to me about a match made in hell.

(these--particular films are not easy watches, though i personally enjoy them. the sequel is my favorite, but remember when i said ‘explicit sexuality’ in the first warning post? the especially applies to creep 2. when i imagined this au it was less in-line with the main narrative of the movies and more, say, a meet-cute story you’d overhear at an addams’ family function.)

mini soundtrack sampler includes: lovelytheband, ‘buzz cut’ + catfish & the bottlemen, ‘longshot’ + albert natural, ‘sara loves her juicy fruit’

red sun rises like an early warning - an ancient cares au inspired by sleepy hollow

sleepy hollow was often called a “sleepy” village, in the way that meant that nothing ever happened there. marie van tassel, daughter of the richest man in town--and immediately intrigued by the arrival of one police constable walter vaughn, sent all the way from new york city--would disagree. especially in recent years.

the headless horseman had returned.

and marie, for all the occult studying she’d done far from the gaze of her father’s watchful eyes, still so haunted after her mother’s brutal and untimely passing--couldn’t figure out why.

she knew exactly who he was. what he was. but why had he returned? what had woken him?

and could see really be that mournful, when it had sprung start the machinations of fate that brought walter right to her doorstep?

“i have shed my tears for boom... and yet my heart is not broken. do you think me wicked?”

“no... but perhaps there is a little bit of witch in you, marie.”

“walter, why do you say that?”

“because you have bewitched me.”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: frank sinatra, ‘witchcraft’ + creedence clearwater revival, ‘i put a spell on you’ + the rolling stones, ‘sympathy for the devil’

drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger - a safety nets au inspired by apostle, co-starring @agent-thorn

it was only five years into the birth of an entirely new century, and her twin brother had been taken; her father, lost in his grief, was utterly useless.

it was all up to parker jensen.

she found a fake pass easy enough, slyly dancing her way through conversations with began with “you know, i don’t remember seeing you at any of the prayer meetings...” until finally, finally, they reached that accursed island.

she’d never been to wales before.

she had no idea what to expect.

what are you supposed to expect, when you’re all alone on a solo rescue mission going toe-to-toe with what can only be described as a cult?

but ivar--son of the enigmatic priest of the island, malcolm--was a nice surprise.

the only nice surprise that she’d find.

it wasn’t until she caught jeremy, sneaking home after what she could only guess had something to do with ffion, that she got her first flash of what would be a more and more grisly truth.

this island had its own god.

and something much more sinister than genesis had happened on this soil.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: bakar, ‘hell n back’ + mumford & sons, ‘little lion man’ + neil reid, ‘mother of mine’

let that fever make the water rise - a grace & choice au inspired by the ritual

it was supposed to be like a vacation. diana hadn’t had one in at least fifteen years. vida, even longer.

so why not hiking? why not the kungsleden--the king’s trail--in northern sweden?

the first two days were bliss. nothing but rolling hills, clear skies. up until:

“ah fuck!”

“vida--shit, vida, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m--urk!”

“all right, that was not a reassuring noise, let’s have a look at that--”

vida’s left knee went from pink to a swollen blue to an agonized, deep purple tinged with green over the course of next day. diana couldn’t bear to watch her struggle to keep up, especially when this was supposed to be a romantic break, nothing as taxing as the fieldwork happening back home.

by the light of a campfire, diana studied their map, humming. “what if we just cut through the forest?” she asked. “if we just went as the crow flies... it cuts the time in half. and you need medical attention, vida, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“has the battalion cleared this area?” vida returned her question with one of her own, eyes shining. the reflection of the fire made them look like stones polished by a river. “we wouldn’t run into anything, would we?”

diana smiled. “nothing we couldn’t handle, love, i’m sure.”

and diana didn’t change her mind when they set off the next morning... up until they found the disembowled carcass of an elk, placed up high in a tree like a religious icon.

she thought of morgan.

“diana, what--what put that up there? something had to have put that up there!”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: billie eilish, ‘bury a friend’ + two feet, ‘i feel like i’m drowning’ + coldplay, ‘paradise’

you can hear the river from my burial bed - a secret gardens au inspired by the legends of slenderman & mercy black, co-starring @agent-hood

she wouldn’t say she wouldn’t remember. she did.

it was just that caroline janson had been in therapy for so long... she was no longer sure what of shards of her memories were real, and what would be, as dr. ward would say, hallucinations.

but she knew one thing: she was glad to be coming home.

“i hope chicken’s okay for your first night back,” parker began gently. “i’m just now realizing i forgot to ask--”

caroline smiled at her, “chicken would be great.”

she watched parker’s profile, as she opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. finally, she inhaled, then began, “you know... carter’s missed you since you’ve been gone...”

caroline rolled her eyes. “parker. it’s been a decade and a half. i seriously doubt it.”

“hey, who knows my brother better right now, me or you?”

that earned a huff... and a grin. subdued, but still there. “... okay. fine. but... maybe not tonight.” parker glanced at her once, and nodded.

“i understand. besides, maybe i want you all to myself for the first few days, anybody think about that?”

and caroline laughed.

and she wished that it felt like she wasn’t still being haunted.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: oingo boingo, ‘dead man’s party’ + shaed, ‘trampoline’ + corrina repp, ‘only a beat’

don’t let it shake your steady thread-cutting hand - a royals & robots au inspired by kristy

it was hardly tilde’s idea to spend thanksgiving alone harvard. but between the pandemic, the weather, and her own growing agitation at her father’s behavior...

it just seemed easier.

and it wasn’t all bad. she still had prudence, who opted to stay with her out of love (and perhaps a lack of family--but she didn’t ask). and they had run of essentially the entire campus--there were several buildings that stayed opened, even over the holiday. the library being one.

but it wasn’t until one night, when they made a late night trip to a convenience store not far from tilde’s housing that things became... strange.

“pru. ... pru!” she whispered, snacks in one hand, the other on pru’s elbow. “... i think she’s following us.”

“she?” pru asked, lowly, careful to keep her eyes down, as if they were just having a very, very difficult time decided on what kind of poptarts they wanted.

tilde, face oddly blanched, couldn’t find her voice, so she just nodded.

at the end of the aisle, a figure in dark hoodie and skinny jeans passed out of view.

one of pru’s arms went around tilde’s waist. “don’t worry. i’m sure she’s just here at the same time as us. it’s a small store.”

tilde would remember that when she got home in time to find a snuff film loaded onto her laptop.

“oh shit--oh shit, oh god--!”

this is why she preferred halloween.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: yeah yeah yeahs, ‘heads will roll’ + rihanna, ‘disturbia’ + nonono, ‘pumpin’ blood’

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