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fireofjudgement · 2 years ago

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would you please write an angst on how chishiya reacts to being cheated on? - fem reader (ty!!<3)

Chishiya reacting to being cheated on

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, manipulation and betrayal, f!reader

Chishiya almost immediately noticed that you didn't treat him the same way you treated other members of the Beach.

Although your hints were subtle at first, he seemed to know exactly what was going on inside your mind.

If he was being completely honest, he found your interest in him rather peculiar.

It wasn't for a lack of self-esteem, oh no. Chishiya knew he was quite attractive, he's never doubted his intelligence and wit either. Interacting with other people, however, especially on a deeply personal level? Admittedly, that has never been his strong suit.

If you were in it for a long-term, serious romantic relationship, or even just for the sex-there were multiple people at the Beach, who would be more than happy to satisfy you. He was sure that, as soon as you met a more willing partner, you'd lose all interest in him. That's just how the human brain works.

And so, when your hints got less subtle and your interactions more frequent, Chishiya was rightfully perplexed. He's never done or said anything that could be perceived as an invitation for you to enter his life. And yet, the longer you persisted, the more open he became to the idea of having someone around. He might as well have picked you since you were always there anyway.

Of course, your game of "will they, won't they" didn't go unnoticed. From rejected admirers on both sides to executives unhappy with you distracting Chishiya, who's always been reliable until you showed up-it was safe to say nobody at the Beach was willing to support your relationship.

Maybe except Kuina. She took a liking to you ever since you arrived, although she wasn't exactly sure why. But she knew Chishiya started to care about you more than he was willing to admit, and she would do anything for him to be happy for once. Or as close to it as possible.

It took a while for the two of you to get close. Gaining his trust was more difficult than you could ever imagine. Even after you became an item-he's never used the word relationship, despite claiming he wasn't interested in anyone else-you weren't sure you could tear down all those walls he built around himself. They seemed pretty impenetrable.

He's never said it or shown it to you-or anyone else for that matter-but in his own way, he did care about you. He wasn't sure if he loved you or if he was even capable of doing so, but he did grow attached to you. Whenever you were by his side, he felt..calm. Safe. Especially after a rough game.

He was sure your feelings for him were genuine. In fact, he could have sworn you wanted him more than he could ever want you. That you needed him and whatever it was that you had, even if it wasn't what you were hoping for initially.

So when he saw you with him-why him out of all people?-your smile so wide, your hands wrapped around him, and all of that in public too..he felt something he's never felt before. He couldn't really tell what it was, but the moment your eyes met, he realized you knew exactly what he was going through.

He tried desperately to find a hint of remorse in your eyes, maybe even disgust at your own behavior. But no. Your smile only grew wider, your arms tightening around the man you were with.

It was only a few weeks later that he learned this wasn't a one-time occurrence. You've had an eye set on the other guy, playing the same kind of game with him as with Chishiya. Getting close despite him pushing you away, slowly but surely gaining his trust and becoming a part of his life. A crucial part of his life. But he probably didn't know that yet. He'll know when he inevitably loses you.

Chishiya wasn't a vengeful person. He wasn't petty, either. Most of the time, he didn't care enough to seek revenge from people who hurt him in one way or another.

But with you, it was different. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget that smile of yours when he saw you that day. It was almost as if you were challenging him to do something about it.

If only you weren't so naive, so full of yourself, maybe then you'd realise his forgiveness was about as genuine as your apology. And maybe you'd also notice him and Kuina manipulate you into joining their plan. Except you were never meant to be their partner, their equal. You were never meant to be more than bait. A means to an end.

And while you were being carried out of the room by Niragi and a few other militants, screaming and trashing around, trying desperately to escape-when your eyes met for the last time, there wasn't any remorse in them either.

#alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya headcanons #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib x reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #thank you for the request!#:)

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 2 years ago

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If you were in that brother's situation with the activist sister and her friend. What do you think you can do to reverse it. Clear your name or anything

So it seems like contacting a lawyer right away is your best bet.

From the article:

It is an ugly reality, but it is known to happen: petty people misusing the very serious charge of rape as a way to gain an upper hand, get revenge, or otherwise harm another person. The results of such a false accusation can be devastating, even if the person wrongfully accused is ultimately acquitted. So, what can the innocent person do in such a case? What are the consequences to the false accuser? Unfortunately, the topic of rape is so touchy that many are unwilling to do anything about a false claim. Some prosecutors side with the false-accuser even after the evidence clearly reveals that the claim is false, believing it could be an honest mistake, a difference of opinion regarding consent, or a cry for help from someone suffering in other ways at the hands of the one they wrongfully accused. Moreover, prosecutors and law enforcement do not want actual rape victims to fear possible criminal sanctions for reporting legitimate rapes if it later becomes impossible to prove the case. As a result, very few false claims are ever prosecuted criminally.

Still, the consequences of a false report of rape can be devastating to the life of the one accused. Often, the mere suggestion that a person has done something is enough to convict them in the court of public opinion. With websites that feature arrest mug shots and identify charges, there is no way for a wrongfully accused person to protect their reputation. This can have life changing effects, lead to loss of employment opportunities, public ridicule, and emotional harm.

As a result, it is usually possible for one wrongfully accused of rape to fight back. Typically, one will have to wait until they are exonerated, but once proved innocent of the false accusation, some jurisdictions allow them to bring a civil suit against the accuser. Notably, this action cannot relate directly to anything that was said or done in the criminal prosecution, as that is generally protected by the litigation privilege. But, false statements to police, to the media, or to family and friends may give rise to civil liability. Additionally, in jurisdictions that recognize a civil cause of action for perjury, if the accuser provided false testimony, either in person or via affidavit (such as a police report) this may also form the basis for additional relief.

In 2011 in Maryland, a man was awarded $852,000 and full custody of his children after he was able to prove that his ex-wife had falsely accused him of sexually assaulting their daughters. The ex-wife had accused the man of sexually assaulting the children in order to gain an advantage in a custody dispute. This led him to lose his job and find it almost impossible to obtain another for 5 years while he fought the legal battle to clear his name. While much of the damage done by the false accusation can never be undone for the wrongfully accused man, the verdict does send a clear message that such conduct cannot be tolerated in the American legal system.

If you have been wrongfully accused of rape or another sexually based crime, you should immediately contact an attorney. Not only will you need assistance in clearing your name in the criminal matter, you may need help pursuing remedies against the wrongful accuser. However, given the nature of laws protecting victims of rape, it will be a very difficult and highly technical legal battle to show that the accuser did not simply lack sufficient evidence to obtain a conviction, but actually engaged in malicious conduct designed to harm the reputation of the accused and subject him to possible criminal sanctions.

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novemberthecatadmirer · 2 years ago

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Teleri had all the rights and reasons out there to not lend the ship at Alqualonde

Personal property. If the Valar could not order Feanor to give up Silmaril then the king Olwe could not order his people to give up ships.

They needed ships for fishing and stuff. We do not know if the Darkening was causing food crisis. But even when it was not they could not give up means to gain important resources in time of uncertainty. Let’s remember the journey in canon took a few months to a few years.

They did not know how to cross the ocean. They did not know what to prepare to cross the ocean. They did not know if their ship was able to cross the ocean. (My headcanon was although Osse sank many ships after kinslaying, a lot of sinking was caused by Noldor being bad at sailing and nobody knew how to spot and fix an issue when it happened.)

They knew the other side was dangerous (Morgoth just went there!) and many were not willing to sail. Or lend ship to Noldor, who did not know how to sail and likely would sink the ship within days. Look if you lend your ship to people and they sailed to the other side and died horribly there won’t you feel a little bit responsible.

Let’s face it Feanor’s plan was crazy he had no plan. That was how he ran into a cluster of Balrogs and died a pointless death. He was driving to madness by his grief and people could see it. They did not want to deal with him until he calm down a little bit. And he did not.

Nobody was going to make that decision in a few days

I really hate the interpretation that Teleri were being petty to not help Noldor.

It was like, your friend’s father was killed by devil and he showed up asking for your car for a few years so that he could use it to chase the devil and murder it (and bringing his whole family with him on the quest). But the devil was unkillable eldritch being. Your friend had no plan and said he would figure something out when it came to it. WTF. You wanted to help your friend but it did not mean you wanted to help with a suicidal revenge quest. Also, you need that car for work tomorrow.

Noldor basically fought a group of fishermen and ship makers. They were fighting the civilians that happened to be at the port. Maybe a few Olwe’s government officials following the Noldor around.

I think Noldor basically fled the place with the ships when Olwe gathered more enforcement to fight back. (Which was a good thing because if Olwe got them it would be very brutal. I don’t think Teleri would think rationally seeing their people dead out there. They would be out for blood and they definitely would inevitably have innocent blood on their hands.)

Seriously I don’t think there would even be a Doom if kinslaying did not happen.

The Doom was a prediction instead of a curse. If was basically Námo going “Fuck you for killing for completely selfish goal and refusing to turn back to apologize to the people you hurt. Karma will get you all.”

The only part that was not a prediction was the “not being allowed to return” part. Which was probably from Manwe. And it was reasonable!

If someone killed people to take their property and refused to repent, the modern society’s solution was “get them and take back the things they stole and lock them up somewhere so they don’t hurt anyone again.”

But the Valar could not do that; they were not allowed to hurt the Children. But they must make sure “people don’t get hurt again by the criminal.” It seemed like their go to solution was exile. (Which was often not a good decision.)

Noldor were leaving anyway, but something must be done. If the Valar left them alone with the ships it would be Very unfair to Teleri. What Námo did was announcing an official condemnation. He was not being evil there and it was his words that made Finarfin and many people decide to return.

(I don’t think Teleri were satisfied with the Doom. From their point of view the Valar just scolded Noldor a little and let them walk away to enjoy their nice journey abroad.)

A lot of things were said about the Valar sinking ships seeking help. However, that was the late First Age. Things went to hell pretty quickly, and everything was a mess.

I do suspect at least some Ainur had this questionable opinion “It’s not death if we get them safely in Mandos” (The reaction to Finwe’s remarriage request probably was like “WTF your wife is not dead she is in Mandos you just want to cheat on her because she does not want to give you child.”)

But also, it took time to prepare a war, especially a war against Morgoth. I refuse to believe they just sent some untrained people to Beleriand after Elwing & Earendil arrived.

I think the Ainur started planning about what to do with Morgoth right after they solved the light issues. (That was why Ulmo told Turgon & Finrod to build shelters to wait for help. Because help was coming it just took time.) Elves were helping too but really a lot of people started to train for the war after the Sudden Fire and Unnumbered Tears.

But it would be helpful if Morgoth believed nobody would come to fight him, so the Valar let him believe it that way.

#tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #silmarillion meta #silm meta #alqualonde #first kinslaying

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viridian-forest-collective · 2 years ago

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Then you can even think about the humans that have so much rage and aggression inside of them that rarely show it out of a fear of themselves.

As an example people who might have emotional regulation issues might know they have it and although it is what they're feeling ATM they can't let themselves show it.

That's not very clear is it.

Okay, example: as a ND person I've often dealt with my misophonia and I know I could be very violent if I didn't recognize that it's a disproportionate reaction. So if we think about this kind of reaction in someone in the hfy setting it could be even more terrifying.

These other examples are angry fighting, anger turning into recreational fighting, emotional fights. But if a human actually just lets loose all the rage inside of them... Mind blown.

Think of the crew in a survival situation and the human crew mates got into a fight earlier. One is still angry but there's suddenly an attack. Human now has an excuse to go ham on this thing. They knew the other person didn't deserve their anger but this thing does. Ripped to pieces.

Furthermore revenge anger. The cool calm pointed anger. Cold focused silent rage released tenfold.

Maybe aliens would be shocked to see anger that's been festering for days, weeks, years, decades without a trace.

What about human grudges. They could see two humans meet and recognize one another but instead of the friendliness they were expecting there's silence. Maybe a few glares but they overall interact the least amount possible. This could bubble and boil or it could evaporate with time.

Seeing two humans that were friends start to go sour and rot towards each other until they have to transfer crews.

The humans that let their anger boil inside of them until they think they're alone and suddenly explode and wreck their quarters only to realize minutes after that someone else was there the whole time.

Petty humans who's anger is slow and calculated, patient even. The anger that slowly comes to light as they destroy everything for you. The humans who gaslight you. The humans who sabotage you.

Grudges that humans will never let go. Enemies that they will never stop hunting. Anger that won't burst until they're alone. Anger that you don't even know is there until it's too late.

Humans can gain the reputation of the friendliest and deadliest beings. Just don't anger them because it varies from human to human and you never know what you'll get.

so, i've fallen down the "humans are weird" rabbit hole, and i couldn't help but notice most of it is about how humans are just really durable, adorable, friendly, how we'd pack bond with anything, about how we have such a hive-mind and empathy and determination to survive when things get rough, how we could survive things most other aliens would die from, how we could eat stuff that would poison other aliens, how we inject ink into our skin and pierce it with pieces of metal and drink toxic substances for the sake of entertainment..

it's always human defences and endurance

but i never see people talking about human **aggression**

like, imagine a spaceship happens to have several humans on it even if most residents are alien species, and two of the humans get in a fight.

and i'm not just talking physical, i'm sayin' all kinds of fights.

imagine if two humans got in a serious screaming match and genuinely hurt a few of the alien species sensitive to loud sounds as they watch, flabbergasted at how the two are literally yelling in each-other's faces without breaking a sweat or getting tired from it, while one of the sound-sensitive aliens literally passed out because it was SO loud

or imagine them simply being in shock after interacting with humans for a long time and having this image in their head of humans being so friendly and able to get along with anything and anyone, including stabby, or any predatory, aggressive species we just so happen to find cute. that image getting completely shattered seeing two of the humans they're friends with showing clear anger and aggression in a display they could only describe as "terrifying" in the most visceral sense of the word

or two humans getting in an actual physical fight, and here's where the *several* humans on ship part comes into play,

so the two are duking it out in a violent display of pure hatred while other humans, amused and thoroughly entertained by the violence that would already have put any of the less durable aliens out of commission gather around the fighting pair and start ominously chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"

prior, the aliens hadn't dared intervene or get any closer because either way they recognized it as a danger

meanwhile some humans JOIN IN for absolutely no reason and it becomes a full on riot

and the aliens just stare like ?????

confused at why they'd find it so endearing, at why they'd literally join for no reason at all, horrified by even just a punch to the gut because to some of the more vulnerable aliens that's their equivalent of literally getting an organ ripped out of them and somehow STILL fighting and then ripping out an organ out of the opponent themselves

and most of all, if humans are capable of befriending aggressive, large predatory beings and getting along with practically everything,

what from the fresh pits of hell triggered two *humans* to fight *each other* of all creatures?

(that is, assuming aliens don't have much knowledge of our history, wars, politics, etc of course.)

#im sorry if it doesn't make sense this is probably so bad #hfy #human anger #humans are space orcs #humans #humans are space australians #humans are weird #humans are strange #humans are space badgers #humans are eldritch horrors

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apathetic-revenant · 8 years ago

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So today was DeForest Kelley’s birthday, and also the day of something happening in my country that felt a lot like the point where we entered the mirror universe or something? So it felt like a good day to draw fanart of a book where Bones awesomely rants at an entire planet.

I’ve had Spock’s World, aka The Best Star Trek Novel Ever (tm), on my mind a lot lately over the past year with all the crap that’s been happening. I mean in general it’s just a fantastic book that I am always happy to think about, but at the risk of making it a specific metaphor about anything-which I don’t mean to do because it isn’t, so far as I know-a lot of it hits pretty close to home lately.

Spock’s World alternates between two main perspectives. The primary one concerns a vote going up on Vulcan about whether to secede from the Federation, which results in Kirk, Spock and McCoy all being called to speak as part of the deliberation process. The other is a history of Vulcan, from the creation of the planet to the days of Surak and finally the story of Sarek and Amanda. While the Vulcan storyline contains plenty of physical conflict, Vulcan history being what it is, it’s worth noting that the primary storyline features none whatsoever. The action is pretty much 100% composed of characters talking to each other and at no point does this feel boring or empty of conflict or tension. That’s not really relevant to my main point, I just wanted to point out that, y’know, you can do that.

I love Star Trek and it has some amazing things to say about the human condition, and frequently I find its idealistic outlook about toward the human race to be very comforting when I don’t otherwise feel very hopeful about anything, but like anything it has its flaws and-aside from cheesiness and poorly choreographed fight scenes-one of the most prominent is its tendency to get a bit lazy with all this and fail to actually dwell at all on what caused humanity to develop as it did in favor of just establishing that Future Humans Are Good and Past Humans Suck (That Means You, Audience). Given that I find it interesting and commendable that from the get-go (the get-go being TOS here), Vulcans were established as having this long history of war and strife that they had to work to overcome, rather than just being inherently superior space elves that existed to give us an example of how to be Advanced. (Not that the series didn’t forget this occasionally itself-remember that TNG episode where they were all like “this intelligent, peaceful religion-less race is just like the Vulcans!” except at their equivalent period of history the Vulcans were still killing the shit out of each other?)

But Vulcan or Human, Spock’s World isn’t having any of that. It doesn’t pull any punches about the nature of Vulcan’s history: not about exactly how violent and desperate it was, not about why it was so violent and desperate, not about the fact that throughout it all there were always people who were, basically, just people, and had dreams and hopes and loved ones and were just trying to get by in their own way and sometimes that way involved killing a lot of people, and not about just how damn hard it really was for Surak to do what he did. Spock’s World makes it clear that the Vulcans didn’t magically evolve into anything; the path to where they were by the time we got to know them was long and hard and bloody.

My doodling mostly focused on McCoy’s speech because McCoy is awesome and also really fun to draw, but it also struck me because it contains some of the same notes: that all this is hard. That you don’t just automatically become inclusive and enlightened once you accumulate enough Light Side Points or whatever; that understanding and accepting another culture, a radically different viewpoint, an Other, is really hard work and also really, really frightening. He specifically calls the Vulcans on, basically, freaking out and wanting to back away and give up on having to deal with the humans because it’s too damn hard. From a less skilled writer this would come across as human superiority but here it doesn’t; it comes across more as him simply stating a truth, that getting along with each other is hard, and this time it might be you having trouble with it but at various other points it has and will be us, or someone else.

Spock’s World is, I think, the sort of canon and worldbuilding that Star Trek needs, and deserves. It retains the idealism and hope that the series centers around; it doesn’t mock that or diminish it. But it also makes it clear that you don’t just magically get there, there’s no natural evolution to a higher state of being or any of that shit. You have to work at it. You will make mistakes, and screw up, screw up really, really royally, but if you’re willing you can come back from that, and keep going forward.

One of the scenes that always strikes me in this book is the moment of Surak’s revelation. He’s an ordinary, pretty much happy working guy, until one day he turns on the news and suddenly really sees all the devastation and horror going on in his world, and he’s completely shattered by it. How can there be any hope, anything good left? How can anyone keep going?

I have thought that a lot over the past year.

I have found Star Trek to be comforting in times of stress and anxiety, usually just because it gives me silly feels and distracts me from my immediate problems. Sometimes it goes a bit deeper. This book, right now, makes me feel better. I have no friggin’ idea what’s going to happen next, I am terrified of the future, and I don’t want to pretend that this one Star Trek novel somehow makes our circumstances any better. But we have to take our comfort where we can get it. It’s easy to look at the circumstances of the future that Star Trek portrays and think, “We’re never going to get there, look where we are now”, but because this novel doesn’t take the easy way out it gives some strength to that idealism.

If nothing else, I am always a little cheered by the image of McCoy screaming “COWARDS!” at the entire planet of Vulcan.

#star trek #spock's world #diane duane #fanart #stupid star trek drawings #plus you know the whole 'massive vote that brings to light a lot of latent xenophobia and anger and turns out to have been orchestrated by #a few people for petty revenge and personal gain'#that hit home too #artish

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wendytestabrat · 3 years ago

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Kyle takes advantage of Stan & Kenny just as much as Cartman takes advantage of Butters

Something that I’ve noticed recently is how Kyle pretty much uses Stan & Kenny for his own gain in similar ways that Cartman uses Butters. An episode that stands out to me though is the episode “Douche & Turd”, when Cartman & Kyle were fighting with each other over if they should have a douche or turd as the school mascot, and then Cartman was using Butters to help him get more votes for the turd sandwich. It was a classic Cartman ploy where he uses Butters to get what he wants, and Kyle called Cartman out on it and was like “you hate Butters”. But Kyle was being such a hypocrite imo bc HE WAS DOING THE EXACT SAME THING WITH KENNY. Kenny was helping Kyle get more votes for the giant douche, and honestly we rarely ever see Kyle and Kenny interact. I could rant about this all day but I honestly think Kyle & Kenny’s friendship sucks and they don’t actually like each other very much. I mean Kyle even said once in an episode that Kenny isn’t his friend LOL. And it seems so obvious that Kenny likes Stan & Cartman more bc we see him hanging out with them way more than he hangs out with Kyle. So I think it’s very telling that in one of the few Kyle & Kenny interactions/episodes we have we literally just get Kyle using Kenny for his ploy against Cartman LOL. And Kyle was treating Stan like shit in that episode too and got all mad at him when Stan wouldn’t support the giant douche and then he literally sent those vote or die people after him and let the townspeople banish Stan and spit on him. But it’s honestly like this in so many episodes Kyle just fucking bosses Stan & Kenny around and expects them to go along with his shit and his annoying petty drama with Cartman. And there will be those rare moments where Stan doesn’t want to or calls Kyle out on his bs and Kyle just throws a huge tantrum. But two episodes that totally parallel the each other in my opinion is “Ginger Kids” and “Tonsil Trouble” both episodes involve a plot with Cartman & Kyle getting revenge on each other by, in their words, “teaching him a lesson” by sneaking into the other person’s room and messing with him. In “Ginger Kids” Kyle gets revenge on Cartman by sneaking into his room to turn him into a ginger, and then in “Tonsil Trouble” Cartman gets revenge on Kyle by sneaking into his room to give him aids. But notice who they enlist to help them get their revenge LOL. In “Tonsil Trouble” we see that Cartman makes Butters sneak into Kyle’s room with him, and we’re supposed to see how that’s fucked up that Cartman is using Butters to mess with Kyle, but Kyle literally did the same ass shit with Stan & Kenny in the episode “Ginger Kids” LOL. And we saw how Butters didn’t really want to help Cartman with that, but he made him do it anyway. It was pretty much the same thing with Kyle, Stan, and, Kenny in “Ginger Kids”. First of all it was Kyle’s idea, and Stan & Kenny were more hesitant about doing it. I remember when Kyle was getting all pissed off over Cartman’s comments about gingers and stuff, Stan was even like “what’s the big deal” bc he knew Kyle was taking shit too far. And then ofc when they actually did sneak into Cartman’s room, Kyle wouldn’t stop punching Cartman to knock him unconscious and Stan had to stop Kyle LOL.

#south park #kyman #cartman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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r-rook-studio · 2 years ago

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The Sherwood Tour: Character Creation

Found out this morning that Sherwood has sold 72 copies over the three weeks it's been live on DTRPG and Itch. With physical copies arriving at Spear Witch this week, I figured this would be a good day for a Sherwood tour while also admiring Eric Swanson's work on these chapter headers. Today, we'll focus on character creation.

As I was winding down work on Enoch's Wake, I wanted to get a chance to reconsider and rethink how that attempt to do my own version of the core rules of Traveller. It seemed a good fit for my love of the Robin Hood legend, which I'd revisited during the 2020 and 2021 lockdowns. As omicron threw the world back into partial lockdown, it gave me an excuse to immerse myself in movies, novels, Middle English balladry, medieval and Victorian romances, and even a few scholarly works.

Sherwood keeps the lightweight Traveller-inspired 2d6 mechanics I'd used for EW, but adjusts the four attributes and works with them in new ways. Before we start with character creation, though, lets look at the principles:

Be an outlaw! Even if a sheriff never declared your character a wolf’s head, you do not need to worry about what a typical medieval villager or aristocrat would do or think. The forest is too grand a place to for polite society’s petty anxieties about sexuality, gender, and propriety. Make your character whomever you want them to be.

Fight for something! Struggle for justice, scheme for revenge, plot for personal gain. Set some goals for your outlaw and your band that are bigger, wilder, and more wonderful than your character’s former, respectable world allowed.

Dabble with magic! While the traditional Robin Hood ballads do not foreground the magical and mysterious, plenty of Robin Hood novels, movies, and television shows have, and many other medieval outlaws stories included curses, prophecies, spellcraft, fey spirits, and even dragons.

Ditch the ethnic conflicts! The Saxon-Norman conflict was tacked on to the Robin Hood legend and outlaw tradition in the 19th century.

Fuck the true king! Waiting for King Richard to return was a very late addition to the Robin Hood legend. In the original ballads, kings were occasionally useful tools if the outlaws could get their help against officials and aristocrats.

Embrace diversity! While bigots who know little of history will complain, avoid confining yourselves to the biased and discredited accounts of historians from well over a century ago. Go into the forest and find the range of people living free of white supremacy, religious bigotry, and cis-gender heterosexuality.

People laugh about dying in character creation now, but Traveller was the first time we saw character creation as a stand-alone mini-game with push-your-luck mechanics. If you died, you could try to make the same decisions again but weren't likely to get the same outcome. In EW, I'd toyed with an option I borrowed from several versions of Cepheus, a family of Traveller retroclones and near clones: if things went badly, you were thrown out of your chosen job.

In Sherwood, though, all lifepaths and careers you can choose from are heading to the same place: outlaw life in the Greenwood. The push-your-luck element here is how long you could stay in the wide world before scandal, misdemeanors, or being officially declared an outlaw (and thus having no legal existence).

Attributes

Like EW, Sherwood uses four attributes: Endurance, Luck, Willpower, and Wits. Like Traveller, they can take damage and like Traveller's psi attribute, can be spent down for various effects, but they aren't used to directly modify most rolls. (And be careful how you spend them: while Skill Checks are 2d6 aiming at the magic target 8, Saving Throws are 2d6 equal or under an attribute's current value.) They're rolled 2d6 straight down, though you also roll one wildcard. You can replace any attribute with the wildcard number (if you want to) and then swap any two attribute scores.

Background Abilities

As in EW, everyone gets two Background Abilities. They can increase your ability scores, give you a small collection of starting skills, designate your character an aristocrat, or give you access to sorcery and arcane talents.

Careers

Like Traveller, Enoch's Wake, Cepheus, and similar games, your character has a career. Sherwood gives you five choices that will ultimately lead to the woods:

Hermits might be Christians or just living in the hermitages for seclusion and study (until the hermitages were disbanded and integrated into traditional religious communities). If you didn't take arcane talents as Background Abilities, this is your one chance to learn them. Inspired by Friar Tuck, anyone can become a Hermit.

Traders require a quick test to join, and then decide whether they did their mercantile travels on land or sea (and if they made any secret studies while traveling). Inspired by the traders and merchants who work with the outlaws in the Hannah Weinstein-produced, CPUSA-funded, and Richard Greene-lead Adventures of Robin Hood TV series.

Performer, a background I keep coming back to for fantasy or medieval games, learn a bit from their time traveling, a bit from their time playing in inns across the land, and a bit from studying old stories. Obviously inspired by various versions of Alan-A-Dale, but also by some versions of Little John that had him living as a festival wrestling performer before joining Robin.

Laborer is a background anyone can take as long as they aren't aristocrats. They learn their skills from their farm and/or town trades as well as by spending their evenings in roadside taverns and inns. Inspired by Robin's peasant, yeoman, and commoner followers in numerous sources.

Cavaliers is a background anyone can try to get into (though those born as aristocrats are never refused). Inspired by the later ballads and novels in which Robin Hood and many of his followers were aristocrats, field sports, jousting, and time in various courts provide most of their skills.

There's two other backgrounds that always start as condemned outlaws who eventually join Robin's bands. The Young Outlaw starts the game as an 18 year old with few skills (a simple character creation option) and the Notorious Criminal who chooses their skills based on the criminal profession they once pursued. These were inspired by the ITV Robin of Sherwood versions of Much the Miller's Son and Will Scarlet as well as the versions of both characters in Jennifer Roberson's Marian novels, as well as other Medieval ballads such as Adam Bell.

Finally, once the career is fleshed out, there's

Equipment and the Band

While everyone has some personal equipment (like a weapon), most other items are held in common. Rather than keep an extensive inventory of what members of the band are carrying on an adventure, characters predetermine their encumbrance or load and roll against their group's two shared stats: Resources (to determine what they have) and Legend (to determine who they know and who'd want to help them). The clever group can figure out how to get what they want or need with either.

Next up: Rules and Arcana (coming sometime before Pax U next weekend).

#ttrpg #rpg #character creation #sherwood #robin hood #medieval outlaws

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Post-canon, Nie Huaisang drops the 'Headshaker' facade and his disciples stop pretending they think he's incompetent, and a bunch of Sect Leaders who are used to being able to step all over Qinghe Nie are suddenly faced with a cunning, brilliant leader who Takes Absolutely No Shit.

Associates - Part 1 - ao3

Untamed verse

“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang said, so shocked that he didn’t even raise his fan in front of his face. “You want me to what now?”

“Help,” Lan Wangji said. He was seated across from Nie Huaisang, as stiff-backed and formal as if they were having a discussion conference banquet rather than a meal in Nie Huaisang’s private quarters in the Unclean Realm.

“Yes, I gathered as much,” Nie Huaisang said. “Two questions: Help with what? And – why me?”

Lan Wangji’s brow wrinkled minutely, which for the Lan sect suggested a state of extreme stress. “Brother has entered seclusion.”

“I know that,” Nie Huaisang said, firmly ignoring the niggling feeling of guilt. If Lan Xichen hadn’t wanted to be completely wrecked as collateral damage in Nie Huaisang’s revenge plan, he shouldn’t have tried to take Jin Guangyao’s side even after he knew what he’d done.

His da-ge deserved better than that. Especially from Lan Xichen.

“I have been appointed Chief Cultivator,” Lan Wangji said.

“I know that, too,” Nie Huaisang said. “I sent you a present in congratulations, didn’t I?”

Lan Wangji gave him a dead-eyed look, which meant he’d received it.

“I thought you and Wei Wuxian would enjoy it,” Nie Huaisang protested, hiding his twitching lips behind his fan. His favorite, as always – he might switch them out on a regular basis, but he always came back to this one, the one his brother had given him long, long ago. It served as a reminder that he should trust no one, which was a concept his stupid heart had a tendency to otherwise forget. “I understand that appropriate preparation is a very important part of the proceedings –”

The dead-eyed looked turned into a glare, and Nie Huaisang coughed into his hand and stopped talking about the jade phallus and jar of lubricant that he’d sent to the Cloud Recesses in a discreet package under the guise of a congratulations gift.

He really hoped he was lucky enough that Lan Wangji had opened it in front of other people, but sadly he suspected the other man knew him too well to do that.

“Speaking of which, have you married him yet?” he asked, ignoring his hurt at not having been informed. He hadn’t expected an invitation to the happy event itself, of course; Wei Wuxian had made very clear what he’d thought about what Nie Huaisang had done – don’t associate with evil. There was a reason that Nie Huaisang had carefully returned to referring to Wei Wuxian by name, rather than casually. But not even to receive a letter informing him of it having happened…?

“I have not,” Lan Wangji said. When Nie Huaisang goggled at him, disbelieving, he shifted minutely in his seat and said, “He wanted to travel. I – could not.”

“Well, of course you couldn’t,” Nie Huaisang said blankly. “You’re the Lan sect heir. If your brother goes into seclusion, then responsibility for managing your sect falls to you – and of course you were just named Chief Cultivator – wait, are you doing both jobs by yourself?”

Lan Wangji nodded.

Nie Huaisang had a momentary feeling of sincere pity, and then the true horror sunk in.

“And you’re asking me to help you?!” he yowled. “Hanguang-jun! You can’t be serious! Don’t you know what everyone says about me? Me, the hapless ‘I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know’, the one they all call the Headshaker?”

“I know what they call you,” Lan Wangji said, stoic as ever. “I also know what they said about Wei Ying, and about Lianfeng-zun. There is not much gain in listening to what people say.”

“I don’t think those are comparable situations,” Nie Huaisang complained, but even he had to admit it was a bit of a weak response.

“No?” Lan Wangji said. “Then you are not the man who drove Lianfeng-zun into a corner with no route of escape?”

Well, when he put it that way.

“That doesn’t mean I know anything about running a sect,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “Sure, I’ve managed, but I had –” Er-ge and san-ge do it. “- help.”

“They each had their own sects to run,” Lan Wangji pointed out in return. “You must have done much of it yourself.”

“But –”

“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said, and Nie Huaisang blinked. Lan Wangji hadn’t called him as informally as that in years, and certainly never since he became Sect Leader. “Please. As a favor to me.”

Nie Huaisang pursed his lips and looked down at his plate, reaching out and playing with his teacup.

It was a low blow, that.

Pity for Lan Wangji that low blows didn’t work on him anymore.

“We used to be friends, once,” Nie Huaisang said, not looking up. “A long time ago – do you remember? I was seven, you were eight, it was right after my father died. I slept in your room.”

He’d had screaming nightmares back then, and they were worse when he was alone. It hadn’t been just about his father, either, but his brother, the memory of fear in his eyes and bruises on his face, the desperate way he’d pleaded for Nie Huaisang to agree to go to Gusu just for a little while, the persistent worry about what was happening back home once he’d agreed, the haunting thoughts of losing him in the same way he’d lost his father…

Lan Wangji hadn’t been much of a talker back then, either, but he’d crawled into the cot they’d set up for Nie Huaisang in his room and had held his hand, right up until he’d passed out like clockwork at nine. His steady breathing had reminded Nie Huaisang of his brother, calming his nerves, and eventually he’d started confiding in him. Telling him all his fears – the secrets he’d guessed about the Nie family cultivation he only half-understood – the qi deviations –

“I remember,” Lan Wangji said.

“Later, when I came back to the Cloud Recesses to learn for the first time, I was so excited to see you again, and so disappointed to find out you were preparing to go into seclusion. When I snuck over to see you, you chased me away – and when you came out, you only spoke to me long enough to scold me about how I wasn’t obeying the rules properly. I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me.”

Lan Wangji said nothing. He probably had been. With the benefit of hindsight and age, Nie Huaisang could even understand: adolescence was such a prickly age, and little things seemed so important.

“I was angry at you back then,” Nie Huaisang said. “Very angry – but all I did was start treating you coldly, calling you Lan-er-gongzi instead of Lan Zhan, waiting for you to remember that you liked me. And then the next year we had all those adventures together, you and me and Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, and of course we were close again during the war. You remember, I’m sure, how we used to stay together every time you came back to the Cloud Recesses or visited the Unclean Realm, how I couldn’t do anything for the war but worry, couldn’t do anything but keep you company, but you said it helped to lift your spirits before you headed out again. I even sent you letters after what happened with Wei-xiong– with Wei Wuxian. The siege of the Burial Mounds. I knew how close you were, and I wanted to comfort you if I could...but you never responded to any of them.”

He shook his head and rolled the teacup from one hand to another.

“And then you didn’t show up when my brother died. In seclusion again! For years and years! The honorable Hanguang-jun, always thinking about his cultivation; what a good seed you are, a pride and joy to your sect. Just like everyone always said.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Lan Wangji said. His voice was very quiet, a little hoarse. “I was not well.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “No one ever explained, either then or thereafter. And no one else ever guessed ‘busy mourning the death of the love of your life’ was the reason, either, so I don’t know why you would expect me to.”

“You never spoke to me again,” Lan Wangji said, his jaw and throat working. He’d tried, a few times, but Nie Huaisang had looked through him as if he wasn’t there, twittering like a foolish little bird with only the most formal of addresses on his lips. “Only in passing, when you came to visit my brother.”

“As I’m sure you’ve realized by now, I’m very good at holding a grudge,” Nie Huaisang said, and put his teacup down. He knew perfectly well that he was being unfair, that he was being cruel and selfish and completely disregarding the many ways he had undoubtedly been unfair to Lan Wangji in turn through lack of consideration or otherwise. But he was cruel and selfish, his mission this past decade and more evidence enough of that, and that old pain of abandonment had lingered far past the point of reason. Still lingered, if he was being honest. “I’m sorry that you’re struggling, and for my part in it, but you’re going to have to do better than please.”

Lan Wangji was quiet, bowing his head. After a time, he said, “I was in recovery during that period. I did not learn about what had happened to your brother until – until much later. It was kept from me so as not to disturb me as I was healing...I can show you the remaining marks, if you wish.”

“That’d be something,” Nie Huaisang said, because he was a petty person like that. Because that had hurt back then, thinking that Lan Wangji was ignoring him even at that most desperate moment, hurt more than anything.

Well. Not more than anything.

Not more than losing his brother. Than finding out the truth about Jin Guangyao.

Than realizing he was the only one who could right this wrong, and that he would have to do it alone.

“If things had been different,” Lan Wangji said, and he did not lift his head. “If things had gone – otherwise. Would you have trusted me?”

Now it was Nie Huaisang’s turn to bow his head. If he had had Lan Wangji, had trusted Lan Wangji…yes, things might have gone very differently.

For Lan Xichen, at least.

“Perhaps,” he said, unwilling to commit himself but knowing that his mere lack of response said everything. “But enough about the past. Far more importantly - what about the future?”

Lan Wangji blinked at him.

Nie Huaisang sighed. “You’re right. I did learn to run a sect, at least somewhat. I may not be very good at it, but I know all the things a sect leader ought to know – all the secrets, all the gossip, how to commit to nothing while making people think you’ve agreed, who should sit next to who and who shouldn’t, what’s a trap and what isn’t, all the things you’ve never needed to care about it. Your brother made sure I knew it all, and told me many stories about things he was doing to run your sect to use as examples. As you suspected, I can probably help you, even if only in figuring out how to appropriately delegate the work.”

“But?”

“I may not be a very good custodian of it, but my sect is the only thing I have left,” Nie Huaisang said. “And you may have once been my friend, Lan Zhan, but now you’re the Chief Cultivator. Do not associate with evil. Am I to expect a freeze in trade relations? A subtle ostracization of my disciples? Will I be invited to the discussion conferences, or will people turn their faces away from me?” He shrugged. “You don’t get to play hot and cold with me anymore. You want my help, you stand by my side. No more judgment.”

Lan Wangji was frowning. “As Chief Cultivator, I must be impartial.”

“Just like the last three were? Wen Ruohan, Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao…oh yes, impartiality is truly intrinsic to the position, with such grand examples in your predecessors,” Nie Huaisang said archly, and this time he did open his fan. Trust no one. “I’m not asking for favoritism. Equality with all the others, and your support if someone tries to criticize me or remove me, especially for anything to do with Jin Guangyao; that’ll be enough. Well?”

Lan Wangji considered it for a long time.

It wasn’t anything personal – Lan Wangji was a contemplative sort of person – so Nie Huaisang didn’t take offense, just waited, occasionally moving to eat a little of the food.

“Very well,” Lan Wangji finally said. “I agree.”

Nie Huaisang was ready with his next question, and also a bite of some grilled vegetables, which he swallowed down before speaking. “And if Wei Wuxian doesn’t?”

Lan Wangji’s hands tightened around his knees. “I have said I will defend you. I have not named exceptions.”

“Just checking,” Nie Huaisang said, then smiled and put some of the vegetables into Lan Wangji’s bowl. “Eat up, Lan Zhan! We’re going to have our work cut out for us.”

Lan Wangji nodded. He seemed resigned.

“If you want, I’ll even deal with Jiang Cheng for you,” Nie Huaisang said. “But it’ll cost you.”

Lan Wangji tilted his head to the side, as if it could hide how much his eyes had brightened in anticipation of that particular burden being taken off his back.

“Remember when we were kids and I asked you to do my copying for me?”

A slow blink. “You want me to do paperwork?”

“I want you to do so much paperwork,” Nie Huaisang said emphatically. He even waved his hands around in emphasis, he meant it so strongly. “I’ll tell you what needs to be done and who needs to do it, I’ll show you how to keep the smaller sects in line and how to manage conferences, but if I never see another memorial in my life it will be too soon..!”

“I think,” Lan Wangji said dryly, “that we will be able to devise an equitable division of labor.”

“Old friend!” Nie Huaisang trilled happily, holding out his arms.

“Do not hug me.”

“Ah, Lan Zhan, don’t be like that –”

“Do not hug me.”

“Don’t be so cold! How are we going to get Wei Wuxian back by your side if we don’t put some effort into making him jealous?”

“…explain.”

“Well, the way I see it –”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #lan wangji #my fic #my fics #associates #wantonlywindswept

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goosedawn · 3 years ago

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//Oh gods, welp, here I go [cracks knuckles]

//Tiny farmer Techno Au,,,, prepare for some future lore cjkhcxk

Timestamps from: "I Became the Mayor of Skyblock" by Technoblade

(5:39) "I decided to call in an old rival..." - Technoblade

Techno continues on with his life for days on, but finally, he somehow finds his way to society again, seeing that the entire town has been taken over by a tyrant of a mayor. The townspeople called for aid, and from the depths of his cold heart, he decided to help (....what do you mean he only did it so people would buy his potatoes-).

For a bit, he did his work by himself, only getting help from some other living scarecrows (listen, I really like the idea of some scarecrows coming alive [cough] PHIL [cough]), TimeDeo and Jyn (...? Is that how you spell their name?). (Dunno what the process for taking over the mayor would be exactly but,,, chchskdlcx,,,)

But you can only do so much work with... living scarecrows. With a bit of reluctance, he calls for help from SquidKid. And then together they defeat Dante :]

(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)

(6:31) "Is there any way to do the teleport room without just like.. guessing?" - SquidKid

(6:36) "You are like... little baby, watch this." - Technoblade

Being tiny has its perks.

"Wait, what do you mean you can solve this maze in an hour or less?"

Techno turned towards the bigger hybrid, crossing his arms as he nonchalantly stared up at them. SquidKid only gives him a baffled look back, their tentacle-like hair slightly sprung up to further show their confusion.

He knows this only because he's known the man for far longer than they've known him.

He knows more personal information than should be shared, somehow finding the other farmer's parent's numbers along with a few other things. He had jokingly pocketed away the parent's number in the back of his mind, although, he had no real plans of ever using it. Well, maybe he had played with the idea of calling SquidKid's parents to dunk on the fact that a wild borrower had been winning their competition, but he ultimately decided not to for obvious reasons.

He knows the hybrid's schedule like the back of his hand, having to work around it for the better part of an entire year. Using that knowledge, he had sabotaged countless of SquidKid's tools, poking small, unnoticeable holes into their hoses and irrigation systems.

And he knows SquidKid's behavior from how they speak to how they express any sort of emotion. Lies were easily debunked from the small twitch of the corner of their mouth as they suppressed a smile, and anger was easily shown from how their strange hair pieces would spike up.

Yet, he can't help but feel slightly at unease in front of them. He supposes it's only natural, seeing that there's a huge height difference between them. Plus, this was practically the first time they've been closer than two fields of length in between them. Well, disregarding the times he's gone snooping around the bigger farmer's place, but that's neither here nor there.

"Squid, look at me," he raises his hand, gesturing towards himself, "I'm tiny, yes?" the squid hybrid nodded slowly, and he pointed at the stalks of tall fern and crop, "to you, this would basically be a wall you can't get through. For me, though...."

He jumped off his perch, tightly holding his trusty bag and sliding towards the flora before easily disappearing behind the thicket and appearing moments later at eye level, holding the stalk of the crops easily,

"It's easy to go through."

SquidKid makes a quiet 'oh' sound with another nod of their head, looking slightly in awe. The amazed look turns to one of confusion again, though, and he awaited their next question with a raised eyebrow, "but... the maze is big, how are you going to get through it all without tiring?"

Techno grinned, lifting a hand to his mouth and loudly whistling. He doesn't hesitate to slide back to the floor as a blur of white fur bounds towards him.

"Carl!" he exclaims, wrapping his hands around the rabbit's fluffy neck and combing through the fur with his fingers. He backs away to pull out a broken-off piece of a carrot, feeding it to the eager bunny before turning towards the astonished squid hybrid with a grin, "my noble steed," he waves a hand towards the still feeding rabbit.

"You tamed a rabbit," they dumbly point out, having to metaphorically pick up their jaw off of the floor.

"Yup, I did. you can stop gawking now," he huffed, "you're going to catch a bug with your mouth if you keep your mouth wide open."

"...And you named it Carl?"

"What kind of question is that?" he snorts, shaking his head, "yes, I named him Carl, and yes he's going to be the one helping me through the maze. Any other silly questions?"

The man stumbles over their words for a second, and he amusedly watches from below, "I- yeah, yeah, you bozo," they finally settle on saying.

"Alright, cool, I'm going to go find the exit now," he turns away from the hybrid, climbing on the back of the rabbit's back, "see you there."

He doesn't give SquidKid the chance to respond, already setting off through the thicket. And he sure doesn't suppress the grin that crawls up his face as Carl bounds past stalks and stalks of crops.

Having distracted SquidKid enough to get away, the bigger farmer had barely thought to ask how they themselves would traverse the maze.

They must have realized soon enough, though, since not seconds later, he hears a strangled yell of his name along with a loud groan.

Pain, it's been too long since I've written something /Lh

"(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)"

When the townspeople come to greet the new mayor, they come thinking that it's SquidKid who's done everything since it's always been SquidKid going into town and doing the talking- the scarecrows being unable to do so for obvious reasons, and Techno unable to do so without revealing his entire existence.

So when the sheepish farmer calmly explains that he's just a helper of the mayor, they're... rightfully confused. At first, they want to know the real identity of the mayor, but SquidKid wearily tries explaining that said mayor really doesn't want to be revealed. They only conceded when he shakily points to the unknown farmer's territory, most of them getting the message.

Techno is very thankful that SquidKid doesn't take his title and also doesn't reveal his existence.

"It would have been so easy for the squid hybrid to just pluck his tiny form from their back pocket and shove the wrathful spotlight onto him.

He wasn't even able to even escape now as he found himself stuck in the hybrid's pocket. The crowd had come quickly after SquidKid had removed the other mayor for him, and he remembered feeling panicked as he stared at the other hybrid. The next thing he knew, he was shoved into their pocket.

He couldn't get out without tumbling to the ground with a splat, and, even worse, the possibility of one of the townspeople pointing him out with gossip-drinking eyes was incredibly high too.

He shakily gulped, greedily taking the air around him as he tried to stay calm. He never liked being near anyone- not even the scarecrows - so the second-hand contact with his past rival was not the finest experience.

"I- uhm," the squid hybrid stumbled over their words, "t-the mayor really would rather not... have the entire town to greet them.."

The crowd hushedly mumbled to each other, and one straggler called out, "well, tell them to come out anyway!"

By the Blood God, he hated this. He shrunk to the bottom of the pocket. This was one of the worst worries for a borrower; he had already been pushing his limit with the scarecrows and SquidKid, but this was another level for him.

"...Uh, well, in that case," he felt SquidKid shift, and a hand brushed over his pocket. He tenses, waiting for the fingers to tug him out and waiting for SquidKid to finally prove that they're not as kind as they look, for them to finally get some semblance of petty revenge.

"You can find them over there." He pauses, confused to as why there's no hand reaching down for him. The words finally dawn on him, and he's both relieved and perplexed to what SquidKid could have meant by that.

But hatever they've done has made the crowd fall unnaturally silent, and so he's at least a little relieved for that too.

The same voice that was brave enough to speak before pipes up, "you mean the ghost farmer?"

....He didn't know that the townspeople had come up with a name for him, but he's suddenly thankful that he's gained enough popularity that people stop and gawk.

"Y...Yes," SquidKid slowly acknowledges the villager, "they were the one orchestrating all of this. I was just helping with the... talking parts," the hybrid is silent for a moment before they burst into a stammering mess,

"And- uh, I-I should take my leave now, b-because I should really h-head back and ch-check up on them," he feels the bigger farmer start to take a few steps back, supposedly away from the crowd, "I'll answer any questions later!"

He has to push against the fabric to keep himself from bouncing around in the pocket as SquidKid starts running. He faintly hears the townspeople shout for the male, but it's muffled through the fabric.

As it starts to seem as if the squid hybrid would never stop running, they finally start to slow down, their breaths coming out labored and airy.

He doesn't speak up for a moment, letting the other regain themselves first. When they finally seem well enough, he speaks up,

"That's the best you can come up with?"

chKFCHKDSJFSDF oh my Primes, this is so LONG,,,, I have no idea how to write SquidKid,,,, plus, I had no idea how to like,,, oOGHgds,f,, pain.

Anyways, hope you had fun reading ALL of this cchjxcvxkdsf,,,

AAUBHJDUHFJHBFNDKUFHN WENDYYY /POS

i dont have anything to add this is just fantastic,,,,, DEO AND JIYN AS SCARECROWS AS WELL,,, FBJHDKUHSJHHDV,,,,,, i love that techno gets to have Carl still 🥺🥺🥺 and him leaving squidkid on the other side of the maze??? FHJBDJNJKBF

ALSO 🥺 squid protecting techno and not telling people abt him,,,,, aaajfhkdojfh good,, i also appreciate that everyone in the village just has to be like. "the ghost farmer is mayor????... well this isnt the weirdest thing thats happened to me"

SQUIDKID RUNNING AWAY,,,, "ill answer any questions later" djhshhjhjhbhbfhdjhbe

*holds this gently* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i adore

#hey farmer anon i hope u get to see this #this is very cool whuejhfhjfbhhsjf #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #t!technoblade #tiny!technoblade #t!techno #tiny!techno #g!squidkid #giant!squidkid #not me realising i have to tag this </3 #others writing #i absolutely adore this sm #dibiundnjnfjkdjnfhjfjj #what do u mean i got distracted by watching the video on this again instead of posting what nooo #OH ITS SO LONG #tiny farmer au #long post

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hacked-by-jake · 4 years ago

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Take you home ²

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞...

>𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Summary: Jake can’t accept that this has been done to you, the thought torments him, and all he wants is revenge, and he gets it.

Words: 4,2k

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, insulting

A/n: Well, hi.

So, this one has taken on some dimensions again, they weren’t planned, about 3k. Now, it is a bit more. Actually, the whole thing should not be quite so extensive, but well, once Jake starts, he doesn’t stop.

Thank you alls so much for the support in part one, I was really surprised. And thank you very much for wishing Part Two, which means a lot to me. ❤️

So, that’s a bit more related to alternative two of part one. Actually, it was supposed to get a little darker and generally the plan was different. The ending should be different and longer, but I think it’s good as it is now.

I hope you’ll like it.

And apologize for the mistakes.

(I think I wanted to say more but I forgot xD)

Anyway, have fun, stay healthy and take care of yourselves.❤️🌹🎭

There lies the hacker now, in the early morning hours, not even the sun has risen already, wide awake, full of emotions and agitated.

In his arms, you, fortunately asleep, deep and firm.

He also wanted to sleep, he has been trying for two hours but it doesn’t work. And how should he? After the past hours it is practically impossible to sleep.

The only reason you sleep is probably the effort you had to experience. Your body was finished after the shower. You were still shivering from the adrenaline, agitated and yet so terribly tired.

So now he lies here, doesn’t know what to do with himself, doesn’t know how to react, how to feel. TThe pure fear that lay in your voice when the call came suddenly, gives him goose bumps again, crawling all over his body.

This fearful tone of your voice won’t let it go.

What if he hadn’t been there in time? If he hadn’t been able to save you in time? If it took him a minute longer? If something had gone wrong?

He can’t even imagine what could have happened. At this horrible imagination in his head, he pinches his eyes tightly. Try to remove the images from his head that make him sick, he would like to vomit, so horrible is the thought of it. He shakes his head, tries to drive away the thoughts, but they don’t go away. His fingernails drill deep and firmly into the skin of his palms. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, and if he still squeezes even harder, he’ll start bleeding, but he has no control over it. In his mind, the worst scenarios circle and he can only imagine, if even he feel so bad now, how bad did you feel in this moment?

He controls himself to be quiet, exhorts himself to loosen up again so as not to wake you. You need sleep. You deserve sleep. But these pictures, these fucking pictures, they're not going away. The imagination that someone would touch you- NO!

The hacker opens his eyes wide! He must not go in this direction, he must look straight out and make sure that you get your revenge, as you deserve! That he protects your honor, that he makes everyone see what happens when someone wants to do something bad to you.

He’s Jake, one of the best hackers in the world and now he’s gonna show what he’s capable of.

His breath is so heavy, so full of anger and hatred, so full of negativity that he would like to hit the next wall.

He bites his lower lip when he thinks about leaving you here alone. He needs to be in his study. He just has to find out who this guy was. That bastard.

Just really reluctant, actually he would just like to lie here with you, but he has to, he's winds cautiously out of your embrace.

He can’t lie here and wait, he has to do something. Now!

Even if he feels weird with it, he opens the laptop that is in his bedroom and directs it so that he can see your sleeping shape. He will simply connect the laptop to his PC to keep an eye on you. As soon as you get restless or wake up, he could be with you right away.

That’s how he’s gonna do it.

He gives you a final and gentle kiss on the forehead before going to his study.

After he has prepared his work setup and everything is ready, he wastes no time and immediately gets to work. Quickly scan the data of the man who was tracking you.

Everything that had ever happened in his life, the hacker would find out now. And of course, the most important information is quickly obtained.

Name

Age

Date of birth

Address

All bank accounts

His social security number

Where he grew up

As what he works

What friends he has

With whom he is friends

His pets

On what elementary school he went

On what high school he went

Who his parents are

The siblings

All information about each individual family member

And at the very end, the police certificate of conduct with all the information who are important for him. And that’s more interesting than he thought. The further he read the information from the police, the more his emotional state changes.

It starts with drug abuse

Bodily injury in two cases

Insult

Gun possession

Domestic violence against his ex girlfriend

....

The list is shockingly long: a two-year stay in a prison, probation and community service.

The further Jake read, the more worried he is that he couldn’t have been there in time with bad luck. But he’s all the happier he could save you.

At the same time, he’s thinking about telling you who the guy is, because he doesn’t know how you’re gonna take this information. But he would worry more about that later.

As he glances at the laptop’s camera, a smile creeps up on his lips. Meanwhile, you are lying on his side of the bed, your arms are tightly wrapped around his pillow and your head is pressing into the soft fabric, as if you were looking for his proximity in your sleep.

How perfect can a person be? How perfect is this beautiful being lying in his bed? Immediately the tingling starts in his stomach, as always when it comes to you.

He’s so terribly in love. So insanely strong.

Again, he begins to regret that it has not progressed further between you. Everyone knows that he loves you, and everyone knows that you love him. And yet you both have not yet managed to finally do what you both so much want. But the fear of destroying everything is so great. You two spend so much time with each other, become best friends, best friends who feel more for each other than just friendship.

In addition, his fear of putting you in danger is added. He is not a simple man, no one who prefers a regular daily life, no fixed working hours, no fixed income, even if he earns more than most others. As a hacker you have one or the other possibility. Nevertheless, he is still wanted by the government. Not as strong, and the danger is not as great as it was a few months ago, but it still exists.

But last night’s incident somehow inspired him to think, and he feels different when he thinks about it. He wants you, he wants you with everything you have, he wants you by his side. He always wants to protect you, he always wants to be there for you, he wants you by his side, he doesn’t want to live alone in this apartment anymore. He doesn’t want to be alone anymore, he needs you, he has always done it and he will always need you, he wants you so bad!

This incident clearly shows that life is always uncertain, and this incident shows him that he is lying to himself. He wants to be able to say that you’re a couple, he wants it so badly. So fucking urgent.

"I want to share my life with you," the hacker murmurs, driving through his face with his hands. Now his thoughts have drifted in another direction again, but you’re just sitting in every corner of his mind. You are the biggest and most important part of his life and that since the first time you met.

But now something else is more important. After that, he can think of you a lot, but now revenge counts.

He breathes in and out again before turning back to the screens and begins to gather more information.

About half an hour later, he releases himself from his cramped posture. The further he delves into the life of the man, the more aggressive he becomes.

This guy’s not a petty criminal, the way he thought he was, this guy’s got dirt on him through and through.

And the further he reads, the more he wonders why this guy is on the loose and not in a maximum security prison.

From organized crime to gang activities. Drug dealing, counterfeit money, prositution. All the shit every gang is involved in.

Disgusting chat histories, images, threats of other people, extort protection money. And the hacker just assumed the guy is just a disgusting bastard. But he thought wrong.

And yet, it’s actually only good for him, really very good, because Jake has now a lot more options than he thought.

He thinks hard about how to proceed. How best to tackle this whole situation, so that he has the best chance of success.

But what’s also positive for is the fact that this guy really doesn’t deserve anything other than what the hacker’s up to.

To destroy a person’s whole life is actually nothing that he would do; he simply cannot reconcile this with his morality. Even if it’s about you, but now he’s not just doing it for you, he’s doing it for everyone. This is a favor he does to the whole society.

Oh and he’ll do it with pleasure.

Meanwhile, he has gained access to the man’s laptop and can take a closer look at the living room. He also got lucky and found some camera shots taken by a bakery that is on the street where you were being followed.

Unfortunately, it has no sound and yet it is more than enough. He saved the recording and censored you on it.You don’t have to be broadcast in video format all over the world.

But it is still clear that he's persecutes you. It is more bad than quite recognizable on the videos that he is angry and that he shouts something, but when you see the video, everything is explained by itself.

That was number one on his list.

Let's continue with point two.

And point two is a summary of all the information he could find that could even remotely involve anything criminal.

And this is a really long list, he can prove everything, he can prove every single point. With all the information that will help.

Videos, chats, pictures, recording of conversations. Locations, meeting places, other names.

Because his plan has changed, and it’s not just about destroying this man anymore, it’s about destroying all the criminals around him.

Point two, finish! Now, point three, and that’s the confrontation with the man.

The most important information is in front of him as he puts on his headset and leans back relaxed.

The recording program runs as soon as he turns on his microphone. The recording is automatically converted into the computer voice and then sent as a video along with his sign, the eye, as a gift to his new friend.

He puts one leg over the other and folds his arms in front of his chest.

"Hello Ted, my identity doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’ve made some serious mistakes, and about this, I will teach you now."

And send.

Soon the man’s cell phone will start ringing, and it will only stop when he gets up and then listens to the hacker’s nice message on his laptop, which will breaking his little world in which he lives.

But it’s his own fault.

A look at the camera of his own laptop tells him that you still sleep quietly and calmly, which makes him happy. -

The ringing of the mobile phone and the terrible ringtone of the persecutor annoy the hacker so slowly. He didn’t think it would be that long before Ted wake up. But when it finally happens and a door is opened, a slightly arrogant grin appears on Jake’s face.

It’s Showtime.

"What the hell?" grumbles the sleepy guy as Jake makes the video file pop up.

The eye flickers on the screen and Ted skeptically approaches it.

He pulls back his desk chair and sits down.

"What the fuck?" he hisses angrily and pushes a button on the keyboard.

"Hello Ted, my identity doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’ve made some serious mistakes, and about this, I will teach you now."

Amused and eager, Jake follows the course of the situation.

Ted becomes more and more hectic, the more facts the computer voice enumerates. He probably didn’t expect this to ever come to light. He wildly presses all the buttons he can find, tries to turn off the laptop but he has absolutely no control over it.

At the very end, after all the crimes have been enumerated, the computer voice informs him that he has video footage of his nocturnal activity.

"That was a big mistake, Ted, and it’s time you understood that you understand how unimportant you are in this world"

After Jake has decided to leave Ted alone, with the knowing that he can now say goodbye to his life as he knows it, he move on to point 4.

And point 4 involves sending all the information to everyone who can do something with it. But don't worry, that’s not the finale.

The finale will be something special.

Everything collected is sent first to the police in Duskwood. He doesn’t think much will happen, but the police will certainly not be the agency that will take care of Ted, in the end.

After the police, Jake sends the information to his place of work. He won’t be needing the job in a few hours anyway even longer.

Then his sister gets an e-mail with everything there is about her brother. Because Jake found out that poor girl always had to take care of him. Had to pick him out of the cell at night, had to pick him up of the hospital one or the other time and things like that. Among other things, good Ted broke into her apartment once, but this was not reported to the police. Jake saw in a chat that Ted promised to stop doing criminal things. This didn’t work out that way. The hacker feel sorry for the sister, she certainly doesn’t deserve it and yet this is about more than just that.

And after all the important people have received the information, he finally go to the final, which the hacker is most looking forward to before he can finally return to you.

Back to you, to his bed where you lie, this day can’t be more beautiful, can it?

Well, the morning show on TV sounds good, doesn’t it? The channel is littered with scandals and really unscrupulous means of getting attention.

No one will be angry with him if the actual broadcast is interrupted for a few minutes to do something good. And to appease his vengeance. All he has to do is fade in everything, play the video and the rest would come by itself. The spread on the Internet. The information is forwarded to other authorities like the State Police Authorities as it is about more than just the pursuit after revenge for his love. Gang crime is not liked by the state.

So then, curtain up, the final begins.

About half an hour later, now it is shortly before 9 in the morning, the whole took longer than he had expected, he sinks back on the soft mattress. Satisfaction spreads and seeing you sleep so peacefully also makes him tired.

Carefully he pulls the blanket over himself and then grabs again around your body to bring you back into his arms. He hides his head in your neck bend and a few moments he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He couldn’t stop himself from posting some things on Ted’s Instagram page for his personal feeling. Pictures that Ted prefers not to watch for the Internet, but Jake doesn’t care; in a few hours, Ted will never have access to the Internet again. Hopefully Ted makes friends in prison fast, or it won’t be so funny for him.

Well, don’t mess with the hacker’s love.

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When you open your eyes, Jake still lies peacefully asleep beside you.

His hair stands wildly off his head and he has put his arms protective around you. Immediately a feeling of home spreads within you and you smile.

His body nestles warm against yours and you wish you could always wake up like that.

Bu, if you didn’t have to use the bathroom.

Carefully peel out from under his arms without waking him.

With leaving Jake’s arms and getting out of bed, the first pictures of last night immediately come back into your head. A few moments you stare at the wall before you shake your head. You don’t want to think about it. Actually, you never want to have to think about it again, you just want to forget it, focus on everything that’s more important now. And this is you, your feeling that you don’t want to get involved in this situation, you don’t want to leave room for this man. You don’t want him to have room in your life, and you don’t want to investigate any further. Actually, you don’t want to know who this guy is. You just want to focus on how lucky you were, that everything went well, that Jake saved you, and that nothing happened to you.

Jake!

You want to focus on Jake! And most importantly, that you finally want to be with him! He was there to save you right away. He was ready to help you immediately, he protected you, especially the way he protected you. The way he sounded, as if he was doing everything he could to save you. And this irrational fear that this could not work with you two, it’s bullshit! You want him with everything he has and you don’t want to be just friends anymore. You long for his lips, for his kisses that don’t just go on your forehead or cheek. You want to finally be able to say that you are a couple, you want him so badly, so damn badly.

Like a miracle cure, the thought of Jake really distracts you. You didn’t even know where your thoughts went, it just happened. But it always is, it’s just in every corner of your mind.

After you left the bathroom, you turned on the coffee machine. You’d stay awake and pass the time until Jake wakes up and you could have some breakfast. While the coffee is cooking, you drop down on the small sofa in the hacker’s living room and decide to pass the time with a little bit TV.

You switch through the channels looking for something interesting but don’t really find something you like.

When the Coffee machine gives you confirmation that the hot drink is ready, you quickly jump up and leave the remote control there.

While you prepare your coffee, you listen to an advertisement about an electronic toothbrush and then one about the latest vacuum cleaner.

With your cup you go back and then put a thin blanket from the sofa around your legs.

The News Show that you sometimes see starts broadcasting.

And you really expected a lot, really a lot, but you never expected what was actually going on.

While the news announcer reports on a gang crime, a picture is displayed. There’s a man to be seen, and you’re a thousand percent sure that’s the man who chased you yesterday.

Silently and with your mouth open you are listening as a whole gang was arrested, warehouses and factories were stormed. Drugs and counterfeit money were confiscated and in the end, how a hacker uncovered all this.

During the narration about hacking another channel and the materials shown there such as images and video, your heart begins to beat faster and faster.

And when it is shown what was published there, you put your hand infront your mouth in shock.

"Oh my-" you watch the camera shots where you can clearly see the street, which is only a few streets away from your apartment.

And then you see a censored shadow running, a few moments later a man.

You and the man who was now identified as Ted.

Jake.

That was Jake, you know it!

You don’t know how to react. While the pictures and videos scare you, since this man met you yesterday, you feel moved to tears on the other side. When the hell did he do that?

Did he do it because of you?

Where does he get so much information? Sure, he’s a hacker but THAT?

When the news anchor finally ends her post with the words "This man will probably never see the light of day again" and "The whole Internet speaks about this man and the victim who was persecuted by him. When you see this, we wish you all well!"

You have the feeling that you are breathing again for the first time. Like you’ve been holding your breath all this time without noticing.

You stutter at things, try to explain, sort out and understand your feelings. But somehow, just like last night, it’s too unreal.

"You shouldn’t know that in this way"

Startled you turn around as Jake’s sleepy voice appears behind you.

He's leaning in the door frame and yawns once.

With an open mouth you stare at him, "Did you-?" but you break off immediately because you have no idea what to say.

"Is everything okay? Shouldn’t I have do that? I wanted to tell you myself but now it’s too late. I wanted to teach you gently," explains the hacker, and his gaze slowly turns into a worried one.

"Did you- I mean- you were -" you stutter, can’t bring out a normal sentence. Point you to the TV, to you and back to Jake.

"I’m sorry, MC, I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything," he explains straight away." It was just, I don’t know, I was so mad! I still am! This disgusting bastard was following you, he-"quickly breaks off. His hands are clenched into fists, his eyebrows pulled together and his breath accelerated. However, he doesn’t want to remind you unnecessarily, even if that didn’t work out so well through the news. He really has to hold back from screaming completely and somehow making sure that Ted gets more than what he already has.

"No Jake, I-I" you just can’t find the right words and before you know it, you threw yourself awkwardly over the sofa, rolled over it and stood two steps later directly in front of Jake. Without control, you reach into his neck with one hand and pull his head down towards you. Not quite gently your lips hit on his.

And just as quickly as the kiss came about, you finish it as quickly.

"Oh, um, I... so.. I-" you laugh nervously, still holding his head. "Um, sorry?"

Jake also laughs nervously.

"I shouldn’t have done that," a little embarrassed, you let go of his neck and kick a few steps away from him.

"No, no, everything was fine, I thought it was great, so I mean-" a slight redness adorns Jake’s cheeks.

"Sorry" you mumble with a much too high voice and try yourself on a grin that probably looks like you’re in pain. Jake makes an waving off hand move, then it’s quiet between you for a moment. You chew on the inside of your cheek and let your foot slide across the floor in a semicircle, "Did you..- Did you say you thought it was great?" You ask as unimpressed as possible, as if it were a question about the weather.

Jake’s eyes grow big, "Did you find it bad?"

"No, no, of course not!" you assure him quickly." It was great, I would do it again and again."

You sigh.

Smiling, you put one hand to your forehead and look back at the hacker. Jake smiles too, and then you start laughing out loud. Until you have to hold your stomach and the first tears run out of your eyes.

"We’re so ridiculous," you chuckle, shaking your head over you two.

"Do you think?" Jake asks, grinning, "I find us great together"

"Me too" you agree and look back at him.

"Jake I-"

"MC I-"

At the same time you start to speak and then both of you are immediately silent to let the other go first.

"Do you first" you offer and he returns it to you.

"No, I’m fine, say what you wanted to say," you confirm.

"I can wait, you start"

You’re twisting her eyes again.

However, Jake understands this wrong and at the same time the magic words leave your lips "I love you"

Masterlist

And thank you @a-d-alison your submission gave me a lot of motivation🤭❤️

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

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As for the first question, it depends on the people themselves. If the people who apologize and thank him, for the most part, did not intentionally do Julian any harm, then he will forgive them and let them go. I don't think that Julian will make a strong friendship with such employees, but at least they will remain buddies. People are different, many people make mistakes, but few are willing to admit it. Therefore, he can give a chance to those who really realized and repented.

If we speak for the people who still give a shit about Julian's feelings and are still trying to use the young man for personal gain - then definitely not. Julian is kind, but he's not stupid. He can, even, do petty revenge, as he did with Joja that wanted to use him to their advantage. Otherwise, he just ignores people like that.

Phaha, the fact that Thad remained so smug is very funny! 😂

By the way, I have an interesting question: if Julian and Thad defeated the monsters together, and both of them gave interviews, would Thad behave the same way, or differently?

How do you think Julian's former 'friends' would react when they find out he became an adventurer? Maybe there was a huge monster attack somewhere and multiple guilds were called to help and the whole thing ended up on the news. What would they think if Julian was obviously the best fighter there and the one that helps/saves the most people?

Hey-hey 👋❤️

It's kinda sad, but almost all of Julian's former "friends and coworkers" won't immediately remember who Julian even is, since life in the big city takes up almost all of their lives. Not that Julian is upset: he doesn't like too much attention as it is, and certainly not from people he wouldn't want to ever see at all. He'll always come to the rescue, but calling them friends? No thanks.

By the way, if the monster attack became very big news and was somehow connected to Joja's company (important employees were victims, but saved by Julian and other adventurers), then former colleagues will quickly realize that it happens to be their young former employee. Some managers will even try to take advantage of this, remembering to promote their logo and what great people they have at Joja. Julian doesn't buy that crap and crosses it with one rhetorical question:

"If I had such a good time at Joja, as you claim, why did I leave then?"

He's a kind soul and doesn't want to argue with anyone, but his parents' support and a therapy helped him deal with toxic people in the right way.

#farmer julian #farmer thad #this is so interesting to read❤️ thank you ☺️

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monstersdownthepath · 3 years ago

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Demigod Dossier: Asura Rana, part 1

Pictured: none of the Rana, because they don’t seem to HAVE pictures. Instead, have a handsome Nikarasma Asura vs what appears to be the Hand of the Inheritor himself.

Lawful Evil Mistakes of the Gods The Complete Book of the Damned, pg. 110~111

When creation was young and the gods were foolish and petty (even moreso, I mean), they made a lot of mistakes. Even when they sought to correct them, it was too late; no divine act is without risk. Every costly error or tragic lapse of judgment ended up doing far more harm than whatever consequences the original mistake had, as the spark of Evil was ignited by the error, coalescing into the first of the Asura. Tenacious, meditative, omnicidal, and seemingly impossible for anyone but other Asura to destroy permanently, the Asura first lived in the Maelstrom for a time before moving into Hell, where they spent the next few eons plotting against the gods and all they had make.

With the betrayal of their greatest member, Geryon, and the deaths of over 800 Velstrac, Gigas, and Asura leaders, the Asura have become, essentially, second-class citizens within Hell, and plot revenge against Asmodeus and Geryon just as they do all other gods. Don’t let the fact they’re a colonized group of fiends trick you into thinking they deserve any form of mercy, though; the Asura are instinctually driven to plot against all creation and unmake all things that the gods have made, which includes every mortal. They count the omnicidal daemons among their allies!

Below we’ll be looking at three of the Asura Rana, my personal favorites of their number. The Rana are the overlords of the fiendish race who’ve achieved a divine apotheosis of their own due to their eternal cycle of reincarnation and meditation. They were born from especially egregious divine mistakes, such as gods taking out their fury on entire countries or even entire planets, or performing terrible acts which turned thousands of mortals against them in a single stroke. Even among normal Asura, the Asura Rana are difficult to slay permanently, returning to life every 7, 77, 777, or 7777 (etc) years unless killed by another of their kind. It’s a delightful allegory; the gods must live with their mistakes forever, and nothing can undo them unless they make an even bigger one that cancels out the others.

WARNING: The first being in this list, Andak, deals with self-harm as part of his Divine Obedience. Skip over him if you don’t want to read that.

The Asura Rana work freely with mortals, seeing them as potential allies and tools in their battles against the divine... if only to destroy them once they’ve outlived their usefulness. Worshipers receive Boons that are are relatively simple: a trio of spell-like abilities, each of which may be used 1/day. Boons are normally gained slowly, at levels 12, 16, and 20, however entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes can see the Boons gained as early as levels 10, 13, and 16. Note that while they are Lawful Evil fiends that live in Hell, they are not devils, thus you cannot enter the Diabolist Prestige Class to obtain their Boons without DM fiat.

Andak the Dismembered Rana of Axes, Dismemberment, and Torture Domains: Death, Destruction, Evil, Law Subdomains: Fear, Murder, Rage, Torture

Obedience: Ritualistically scrape painful scratches and welts along your limbs’ joints. Benefit: Gain DR 2/slashing.

Andak probably gets along swimmingly with the Velstrac, cutting both himself and his faithful apart to stick them back together into more powerful forms in a twisted pursuit of perfection. Hell, maybe Andak was born from the divine mistake that led to the creation of the Velstrac in the first place? Who’s to say!

His Obedience will leave you pained and aching throughout the day, though. Plus, depending on how much you cover yourself, it may worry a lot of people both in and out of your party to see so much scarring unless you have some magical means of healing it... Or, y’know, you’re somewhere where such scars may raise eyebrows, but not questions or approaches from the guards, such as in Nidal, some parts of Cheliax, southwest and southwest Garund. Or whatever other area in your own unique fantasy world would see ritual scarification and go “oh, okay, neat” and/or “oh, okay, stay away from THAT guy.”

Alternately, just wearing concealing clothes alongside gloves like some kind of wimp.

What do you get for putting up with this pain every day, though? Free DR, that’s what! Not a lot, mind, nor does it protect you against the most common physical damage type by a long shot... but, y’know, it’ll shave 2 damage off of a two-thirds of all weapon types and more or less always halve the damage you take from drunken bar fights. The only hitpoint you need is your last one, after all, and taking an extra 2 damage off a whole bunch of different attacks from as early as level three will save you a lot of time and healing over your adventuring career! Also, remember that if DR completely cancels out an attack’s damage, you ignore any additional effects from that attack, such as Sneak Attack, poisons, and diseases. No more mosquito bites for you!

Boon 1: Keen Edge Boon 2: quickened Inflict Serious Wounds Boon 3: Massacre

Given Andak’s favored weapon is the battleaxe, which has a pretty spicy critical modifier of x3, Keen Edge is a literal godsend! Or it would be, if it didn’t have the base 1/20 chance of scoring a crit. While Keen Edge does double it to 19~20, that’s still not the right amount of spice for a 1/day spell, y’know? You’re better off casting this on someone else’s weapon, especially if it’s a rapier, scimitar, or cutlass, allowing it to critically strike a full fourth of the time! Plus, with its monstrous duration, the spell is likely to last through multiple encounters so long as you don’t take too big of a rest.

Inflict Serious Wounds is a spell whose damage (3d8+13 when you first get it, max +15) gets cut in half by a save, and at the level you get it? It’s not even that good of a damage option unless you weave it into a full-attack or have basically no other option. Even Quickened, it’s simply not worth using offensively except against enemies specifically vulnerable to it, or if an enemy needs just that one little extra nudge to actually die. You’re better off getting an ally with negative energy affinity and slapping them with it mid-battle, the Quickened effect making it a much more action-economy-friendly means of healing in a fight than it would normally be.

Massacre is a spell we haven’t seen before! Let’s see, what does it do... uh-huh... mhm.... yeah... okay... Right! So it’s a 60-foot-long, 5ft-wide Circle of Death, then? Somehow, I feel like it’s a little worse than Circle despite the huge area, because Circle can be dropped from a distance onto a crowd of enemies, but Massacre not only requires your foes to politely line up for you, it also has absolutely no effect on any creature with more than 18 HD... And it only snuffs the life from a number of creatures with HD equal to 1d4xcaster level. This averages out to about 42 when you first get it, and rises all the way up to an average of 54 at level 20... But it’s unlikely to snuff out more than one or two lives because, again, it not only has no effect on anything above 18 HD, the tight aiming restrictions means it requires your foes to line up for you, often necessitating outside help to herd them together. There’s also the fact that creatures that succeed the save against the spell are entirely unaffected by it, but this is at least remedied by the line of negative energy not counting creatures that succeed against its maximum HD threshold. There’s a cute ribbon on this ability, though, in what happens if it doesn’t kill anyone: anyone at the end of the 60ft line automatically takes 10d6+level damage with no save!

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Chugarra, the Guru of Butchers Rana of Blood, Butchers, and Leather Domains: Death, Evil, Law, War Subdomains: Blood, Fear, Murder, Undead

Obedience: Either butcher an animal or work on crafting a leather garment. Benefit: Gain immunity to bleed effects.

HERE is one of the Rana that inspired me to write this article in the first place! I’ll admit I’m a little enamored with Chugarra, whose lore is more or less nonexistent. What divine mistake produced someone like him? Why is he so obsessed with leather and butchery? Who knows! “Make up your own details,” Paizo says!

Anyway, I love how easy it is to hide your devotion to the Guru of Butchers. Literally just catch yourself some breakfast and spend an hour cutting it apart, or use some of the leftover bits in a crafting project. Leatherwork is time-consuming enough that even the most curious of the Good and nosiest of the Paladins won’t bat an eye when you disappear for hours at a time to hang up a few skins to dry and scrape clean or spend a while honing your craft on making vests or gloves, especially since Chugarra demands your ritual be performed on animals. It’s quite gracious for an Evil god not to, like, require human flesh or baby skin or a patch stolen from an ally to treat... but if you really want to play up the evil and emulate your deity’s habit of wearing his victims, your “crafting a leather garment” alternate Obedience could include genuine human hide.

Nice, simple, easy, and easy to hide at that! Obsessively butchering animals every day may get a little worrying, but crafting a single leather garment can carry you through multiple Obediences. If you can’t make anything and have already started weirding people out with your hunting (or can’t hunt, for one reason or another), expanding your definition of ‘animal’ might be required... or you can carry a Sack Of Rats around and use that.

And what do you get for simple work? COMPLETE IMMUNITY to bleed. NOT bonuses on saves against bleed, NOT a flat reduction in damage taken against bleed; you take no bleed damage at all so long as your faith in the Guru of Butchers remains unwavering. This includes stat bleed! While bleed damage isn’t an especially frequent threat, ESPECIALLY if you’re in an Evil vs Good campaign, that just means it’s more likely to catch your DMs (and yourself, should you forget) by surprise when it comes up. It will, unfortunately, not really aid you in your day-to-day life or be much use out of combat, but that’s the tradeoff you make for having an Obedience that’s ridiculously easy to maintain and keep hidden when needed.

Boon 1: Blood Biography Boon 2: Finger of Death Boon 3: Quickened Slough

Blood Biography is more or less a budget version of Speak With Dead most of the time, but with a few key differences to keep the overlap from being too extreme and allowing Blood Biography some greater uses in specific niches. The biggest difference is that you don’t need the whole corpse, even a drop of blood will do, and the creature doesn’t even have to be dead, though a living or Undead being receives a save to have information pulled from their blood. In addition, unlike the potentially deep questions you can ask and the dubious answers you can receive with SWD, Blood Biography deals only in absolutes but only provides the answer to four specific questions: The creature’s most commonly known name, the creature’s race, age, gender, and profession and/or class, how long ago the blood was shed, and how the blood was shed in the first place to the best of the creature’s knowledge. How useful this information is to whatever investigation you’re performing heavily depends on why you cast the spell in the first place, but like with my primary analysis of SWD, some days you NEED a tool to question the deceased. Plus, there’s the added interesting benefit that the spell’s potential for failure means the target may either be alive or Undead, knowledge in itself which can have a use.

Finger of Death has an obvious and inflexible function. It’s straightforward; just a burst of raw, untyped damage that works on any creature within Close range that’s not immune to Death effects. Not even a gesture needed on your part! Though your DM may say the spell is visibly trailing from you; a giant ghoul hand flicking someone’s soul out of their body is how I envision the spell. When you first gain this ability, it deals 130 flat damage and rises by 10 each level from there, well enough to kill most enemies below your CR and tear enemies at your level anywhere from a fourth of the way down to completely in half. And the best part? It even deals damage on a successful save! Not a LOT, mind, just 3d6 + your HD, but it does mean your spell is never completely wasted even if your target succeeds. .. unless they have Spell Resistance, of course, but pft what monsters have that?

Which leaves Slough, a spell I hesitate to say is combat-oriented. This is the first time we’ve ever seen Slough on ANY list I didn’t homebrew, so here’s the basics: It’s a Transmutation spell with Medium range that targets a living creature, and is negated by a Fortitude save. Should the victim fail, they are cursed to gruesomely shed their skin, losing 1d4 Constitution each round as their flesh peels away to reveal the musculature beneath. Once they’ve taken 5 or more Con damage, they stop taking any damage at all but all of their remaining skin falls off at once, permanently afflicting them with -4 penalties to a few saves (vs poison, disease, and pain) and some inconsequential skill checks. At least they regrow all their skin after the Con damage heals!

I can’t even begin to emphasize how psychologically damaging a spell like this can be to a target; I need a second paragraph! Forget the mechanical damage, that will likely never be enough to severely impair them (though notably the spell is guaranteed to shave -2 or even -3 or -4 off their future Fort saves), but can you imagine what it must be like to be hit by this? To live every day for a week or more without your outer coating, just getting your blood on everything you own? Using this in combat feels like a waste when the out-of-combat use of shucking another living creature--especially something vain, like a dragon or nobleman--can give you an immeasurable advantage over them... especially if you yourself can restore their lost flesh via Restoration or similar. Or if you take their skin, turn it into a product, and sell it back to them.

It’s even Quickened for fast application! Just walk near your target and they start shedding their skin without even realizing what’s happening! If you’re quick with your words you could potentially even get onlookers to believe they’re some malicious Undead or Fey being that needs to be destroyed instantly! Don’t get me wrong, Slough is absolutely one of those spells meant to be more mean than effective, but oh how mean you can be with just a little sinister creativity...

Side note, it has a delightful side effect: erasing all the target’s scars and tattoos and giving them a fresh coat of skinpaint. You could even use it on your allies or yourself if you need to get rid of a damning mark!

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Hydim of the Eternal Fast Rana of Eternity, Hunger, and Madness Domains: Evil, Knowledge, Law, Madness Subdomains: Insanity, Memory, Nightmare, Thought

Obedience: Consume 13 pages from a sacred text. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against effects that cause exhaustion, fatigue, hunger, or pain.

The average price for holy text appears to be anywhere between 1gp for cheap and portable versions to 25gp for more durable version a normal adventurer would carry around. Therefor, you’ll probably be spending about 1~5gp a week on your unusual breakfast habits. Carrying around a library won’t look especially weird, but the pages vanishing by the baker’s dozen day after day may make people curious about where they’re going. If you’re trying to keep your activities hidden, it may pay to have a few extra decoy books replace the ones you snack from.

13 pages is a lot considering the majority of Pathfinder’s deities have, at best, the equivalent of pamphlets for their beliefs. Cayden Cailean, for example, has basically a single sheet of paper nailed to a tavern wall, while someone like Norgorber or Lamashtu basically have nothing but whispered secrets... But, thankfully, little miss goody-two-shoes Iomedae and neutral-two-shoes Abadar have nice, thick textbooks devoted to their deeds and divine instructions, and their faiths can be found all over the Inner Sea. Abadar, especially, as god of civilization, has temples in nearly every city with a population of four or more digits. Picking up books from such places wouldn’t be seen as strange, especially if you play off your unusual eating habits as mere curiosity about the deities.

If you want to be especially thorough, though, picking up a bunch of the aforementioned pamphlets of texts from different gods and diversifying your diet would probably please Hydim. If you want to REALLY get the Eternal Fast on your side, eating stolen texts--especially rare and valuable ones--may have your DM reward your strange faith. Just... Make sure to wash it down with something to prevent papercuts everywhere. You don’t have to eat them on their own! Mix them with your regular breakfast! And have some medicine on hand to counteract the inevitable ink poisoning!

At least the benefit you get is good! Fatigue and exhaustion come pinned onto a lot of spells and effects as secondary afflictions, but this ability doesn’t differentiate between Touch of Fatigue, Nightmare, or simply staying up too late for too long; all three cause fatigue and/or exhaustion, so all three trigger the +4 bonus. The added benefit to avoiding hunger or pain effects is... incredibly niche, so much so that it will likely never come up. If you’re in an Evil vs Good campaign, it probably straight up won’t, but fatigue and exhaustion are still effects so common in every square of the alignment grid that the +4 against those alone still makes up for it.

Boon 1: Extended Feast of Ashes Boon 2: Insanity Boon 3: Maze of Madness and Suffering

Did you have to? I mean, really, did you have to? Feast of Ashes already lasts weeks when you first get this ability! Extending it just doubles it’s already incredible 2 day/level duration to 4 days/level, which just feels like unnecessary overkill. What person could you hate enough to want to starve nearly to death for a month but not just kill outright? Feast of Ashes is a great spell for ruining someone’s entire life and making them suffer, but the original spell was just as effective. This one just lets you fire and forget it more often! Which, I suppose, has some merit. Still, Feast of Ashes is one of those spells--like Slough--designed to be more mean than effective, but its relatively low level (and thus low save) means you’re unlikely to hit anyone particularly powerful with it. There is the cute possibility of using it on yourself to emulate your Rana, but that gets into dangerous territory very, very fast.

Insanity is... Alright, as spells go. It’s a permanent, single-target Confusion, which is a decent spell to use against a singularly powerful enemy, having a 50% chance of effectively making them lose their turn. It’s entirely negated by a save, though, and has a high chance of not working against enemies you’d like it to (due to being a compulsion/mind-affecting effect), AND it has a very small chance of never actually doing anything if the enemy is particularly lucky in their coin flips, but it’s hard to discount the possibility of also preventing an enemy from ever taking a useful action in combat. Also, out of combat? Hysterical to just shoot some poor sap with out of nowhere. Bereft of components, you just decide when someone’s mind should snap, and it does.

Which leaves Maze of Madness and Suffering which, unlike the other two, has incredible in-combat potential. Much like its lesser variant, Maze, MoMaS offers no saving throw against its primary effect, unerringly trapping the targeted victim in a demiplane of nightmarish torments for upwards to 10 minutes (provided their Spell Resistance doesn’t protect them). The Intelligence check needed to escape the torturous labyrinth is also 22, so any being with less than 12 Int cannot escape, which is a surprising number of foes even at high levels, especially Humanoids and similar. I mentioned tortures, though, didn’t I? Well, since we’ve never seen MoMaS here before, here’s a short description of each zone of the maze someone can find themselves in (rolled randomly each round on a d%):

A terrifying circus the victim must succeed Will saves against or gain a lesser madness.

A forest of horror which they must make Will saves against or become frightened, and while frightened they take 3d6 slashing damage each time they try and make an Int check to escape.

A haunting city of alien architecture that causes 2d4 Wisdom damage to any creature that fails a Will save in it.

A shard of Hell itself that paralyzes victims who fail their Will saves. Being paralyzed for three consecutive rounds causes the maze to coup de grace the target for 4d6 damage, having to make a Fortitude save of 10 + the damage taken or straight up die.

And, finally, a calm, beautiful, harmless oasis. This oasis is so attractive that victims who fail a Will save to escape it become trapped within the Maze of Madness and Suffering forever! Thankfully the spell effect ends after 10 minutes pass, so the eternity never lasts all that long, but 10 minutes is a long time to be stuck when your party is waiting for the spell to expire, surrounding the spot the foe once filled...

That’s a LOT of different flavors of suffering, and with just one easy spell you can inflict it on anyone you want! Enemy, ally, innocent civilian, whatever you want! There’s a non-zero chance that any being you send into the maze won’t come back out alive and/or sane, and since it always spits them out 10 minutes later, you get to keep their gear! This is a rare single spell which can end a combat with one casting, because it works on anything regardless of any immunities in place, unless they have some immunity to being teleported. Even creatures immune to fear or mind-affecting effects (which each of the zones of terror are) can still get shoved into the can for up to 10 minutes, giving your party plenty enough time to recuperate and prepare.

Maze itself is a phenomenal spell to shove on both the main boss (to create more breathing room for yourself) or their underlings (to create less breathing room for them), but MoMaS can straight up kill whoever you cast it on, making it a level 9 spell that’s always worth taking if you can take it... and Hydim gives it to you for free, at the low cost of a delicious breakfast holy breakfast every day!

#Spiritual Spotlight #Demigod Dossier #Sinister Spotlight #Pathfinder

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jojo-hut-jrs · 3 years ago

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Hi!🌿

It's been a while since I requested any headcannons

Can you please write 25, 26, 28, 33 and 47 for Risotto?

Hope you're doing well💌

hello, nice to see you again :)

25.How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

-Risotto is a man of knowledge and understanding, he knows that his long-term goals will take time and, for the most part, is content with that. 5 years isn't that long a period, so although he wants to have a few changes in la squadra by that point, he knows that the reality will be less significant than that. In that time he sees himself still in the position of leadership over la squadra, perhaps with the ideal gain of higher pay and claimed territory, maybe spreading out la squadra into a couple sub branches on their hierarchy. His personal life sees no big changes whatsoever, though its highly likely that he would move a handful of times during those five years.

26.Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

-hahaha....

well...his plans for the future were to gain territory and pay, and then that changed into overthrowing the boss. There were conflicting opions on weither to take the title for himself, place a puppet politican in his place so that he could control passione without the heat on his back, or simply allow passione to fall apart and become their own separate gang. Each plan had its benefits and its downfalls, and many of these were discussed with the rest of the gang and then revaulated in private. With his skills and his stand ability, he had a lot of confidence that no matter what happened, he would be able to get out of it. If worst came to worse, he would flee the country and continue to be a criminal somewhere else (he would never live the life of a civilian, he decided that a long time ago).

28.Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

-Well his worst enemy is the boss without a doubt, even if he was initially being petty for his reasons of overthrowing him, it doubled down as a personal thing when sorbet and gelato were murdered.

-He doesn't have a best friend. Even though the entirety of la squadra attempts to keep each other at arms length, they are really the only people they tend to interact with at length, so they have become close. But that doesn't mean they know each other that well, Risotto rarely spends one on one time with any member of his gang unless its by chance or a quick conversation.

33.Concept of home and family?

-Both are important to him, even though he believes he no longer possesses either and never will again. He sees his vengence on his cousins murderer to be a sacrifice on his part, to willingly give up the rest of his family and the ability to be a normal person for the sake of revenge. He doens't think very highly of himself in this regard, but he dug his own grave by hand and is fully committed to lie in it. Other people though, he is quick and open to judge. If he had known that the boss intended to kill trish he would have stepped in as well, though its less for her well being than him being even more angry at the diavolo.

47.If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

-Someone quiet and timid, pretty normal and unassuming but clearly possess no threat to him. He likes that feeling of control, and his position kind of requires it, so he likes the idea of having a very openbooked partner that he knows inside and out. Of course, this is largely due to the fact that Risotto hasn't dated anyone since he joined passione, and thus he has unrealistic and unthought of desires for, what he assumes, is simply a hypothetical. What he needs, and what he will ultimately be attracted to, is someone genuinely kind, has strong morals, and is interesting to converse with. Someone that makes him think and reflect and explore ideas and things outside of his bubble is going to catch his interest, and giving him some sense of humanity is going to help stabilize his mind.

#risotto nero #jjba risotto #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure golden wind #shittys jojo headcanons #ask response

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years ago

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REDACTED verse - Sadism & Trolling (Vega Headcanons)

NGL, I’m gonna be straight with y’all...

I miss Vega! And uh, since I've been listening to his videos lately, I wanted to write a oneshot for him until I decided on some headcanons at the last minute.

I'm not sure what role the Inchoate Daemon Listener in his more recent videos would play in the future, so I tried my hands on writing his 'lover'. I always wanted to write a morally dubious Listener anyway!

So this is entirely separate from the Inchoate Daemon Listener.

Vega calls his Listener 'Hamster' for their snacking habits. He would only calls you 'Dear heart' when he's feeling vulnerable or in intimate situations.

He meets them before Ivan's story. He was actually walking around humans for a change of pace, feeding on the faint lingering negative emotions hovering around the park. It's the human equivalent of getting a cup of coffee in the morning to kickstart their day.

Suddenly, Vega felt intense and strange emotions coming from somewhere in the area. It's a combination of righteous fury, hurt and glee.

He tracks the owner of the maelstrom to find you. A lone human sitting on a bench underneath a tall, shady tree. Your expression is a total contrast to what you're feeling. It's calm and almost bored.

After using magic to do some digging and breaching personal privacy, Vega found out that you plan an act of horrible revenge on a cheating partner. He sticks around to watch it all play out.

He loved the show. So much so he claims you as his charge.

However, jokes on him; you're a passive and lazy person. Your default setting is living life operating on the least amount of brain cells and effort. So after feeding on your heartbreak from the breakup, Vega has no idea what the fuck to do with you.

So he subtly pulls the strings around you in hopes to get you to feel upset or at least annoyed; coffee spilt on your work laptop, someone bought that last slice of your favourite cake, bad internet connection at home, anything!

But the most you'd (unknowingly) give him is a sigh before you look for something else to occupy your time. To Vega, he feels like a first-time owner to a pet that isn't behaving as it should be. You're like a hamster running in its ball, utterly oblivious of the world outside.

When you do react emotionally, it's like a wildfire - a roaring and unapologetic blaze that will burn for days. Especially when it comes to negative emotions. However, it takes such a long time to build up and rarely does it even spark. Honestly, to you, working up to such a passionate response is a hassle.

Unfortunately for Vega, he realises this a little too late.

The two of you officially meet when you begin to notice that certain objects around the house aren't exactly where they should be. Like how the coffee cup that you instinctively put away from the laptop is now right next to it when you came out of the bathroom. How you can never find your favourite red mug or t-shirt despite you just wash them.

Slowly but surely, you feel like you suddenly gain an invisible annoying and unwanted roommate.

Vega detects your annoyance and plans to 'farm' it, only for it to hilariously backfire when you begin to hit up the local priests to discuss about an exorcism and thus, raise a potential covert risk.

When he first appeared in front of you, your immediate action was to grab a baseball bat, shock and indignation flare within you.

"So you're the fucking bastard that has been eating my fucking Pringles!"

"What!? No! And I swear to any God you believe in, I’ll make you regret it if you swing that thing at me."

“Hah! Is that a challenge!? Buy back my snacks. Now. Before I break your bones and sell them to the black market!”

"News flash, Hamster: you're the one who's been eating all of them. Those after midnight snacks? What? Did you think you were sleep-eating?"

"Who are you calling hamster!?"

"Of course, that's the one you have a problem with..."

Do you know that one Tv Trope? The 'savvy guy, energetic girl' and 'monster and the maiden'? You and Vega are something in-between, where Vega is determined to feed on you, his charge, while you make it your life mission to be his biggest inconvenience ever.

That being said, there's a lot of things you share in common with him. For one thing, you live by the 'not my circus, not my monkey' rule, so you don't particularly care what Vega does outside of your life as long as it doesn't cause you any problems.

You both can be petty AF, and if one is petty, the other will automatically prepare for the other's revenge.

Vega likes to give you shit for being an Unempowered Human, and in return, you would do everything in your power to piss him off. EX: You’ll make a joke about his shoe size. You know what they say, small shoes mean small... package. And besides, he's a Daemon, right? Doesn't that mean he has hooves?

Both of you toed the line between violence and resignation, which is impressive that you're still alive. You made it clear to him that if he wants to take you down, you'll take him down with you, and Vega can respect that.

Vega starts to catch feelings for you after you blackmail him into going to the cinema with you because there's a discount on the tickets for a pair of friends/couple. He's shocked to find that he enjoyed himself that night.

As for you, you start to feel fond of him when he orchestrated a string of misfortune on your asshole of a colleague. He never once admit it, but at that point, you could read his body language and behaviours rather well. How could you not when your colleague’s series of unfortunate events result in a whole week of nothing but good vibes for you.

Neither you nor Vega confesses your feelings, but you ended up in a romantic relationship nonetheless.

Vega has never fallen in love before, so this emotion is very strange and new for him. From his annoying charge, you've become his most cherished person in the world.

Vega protects you the only way he knows how. By making the people who upset you miserable or just straight up terminate their trial period of existence. As a Sadism Daemon, Vega is very well aware of the stigma that comes with his kind, and it really doesn't help that he loves what he does, so you have to rein him in from time to time.

On that note, expect this Daemon to be possessive as hell. No matter what you do around the house, Vega would attach himself to you. Oh, you're working on the couch with the laptop on your lap? He'll move you so you'll sit on his lap while he watches TV. You're relaxing in the bathtub? Scoot forward, he wants to sit behind you. If you're talking to a friend on the phone, he'll peppered kisses and leave hickies on your neck in an attempt for you to end the call. If he could, he would hide you from the world itself so only he could have you. So please stomp on his feet when he starts to sweetly suggest you disappear with him.

If it's raining at night, both of you would silently lie on the bed together, just basking in one the other's presence. If you fall asleep first, Vega will turn you into his little spoon.

In terms of dating and due to his possessive and protective nature, most of your dates would be in your home. Movie marathons, him playing as your audience for your video game matches, monopoly sessions ending up in a messy divorce sitcom or just napping together. Good for you if you're a homebody. If you're the outgoing type? Good luck; you'll need to be as persuasive as him to budge Vega. The most Vega is willing to go are breakfast/lunch/dinner dates. The fewer eyes on you, the better.

It's not long before Vega stops feeding on you entirely. He only takes a few destructive emotions that overwhelm you and help you work the rest out in a healthy manner.

That's when he starts to think about spending his forever with you.

Don't be mistaken, though; Vega is still a sadism Daemon that doesn’t take kindly to those getting in his way but to you? His one happiness in life? He's your loyal lover.

OK. I might have gone a bit crazy with Vega but in my defence, I had like 3 mugs of tea and a tub of Belgian chocolate ice-cream and ramen last night after midnight plus a weird longing for him.

It’s weird.

#redacted ASMR #headcanons #vega #gender neutral s/o #this turn crack-ish a little bit #i gotta stop writing while sleep deprived #ffs

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moririki · 4 years ago

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⤷ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

BAKUGO KATSUKI X READER -> 2.2K in honour of his birthday you look back on how you met him and how the two of you ended up dating

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> bakugo being bakugo :'), things get suggestive and you make out, reader is a bad bleep, bakugo is 200x smoother than he should be but who's complaining👁👁 MORI'S THOUGHTS -> happy birthday to everybody's favourite angry ass rat man <3 i don't normally like blondes but he is an exception (along with every anime guy ever but shhhhh)

-> you guys definitely hadn't started off on the right foot

-> it was on the first day of class in 1-a, with you walking into the classroom to be greeted with the sight of him being an absolute dick to everyone and just making life difficult for poor iida

-> in no uncertain words, you had told him to "shut the fuck up and stop acting like a goddamn child"

-> he got so mad

-> the full explosions cracking in his palms, eyes practically on fire, screaming right in your face

-> not exactly something that you enjoyed, especially this early in the morning

-> you merely laughed at his threat to send you to an early grave and used some of your own water quirk to extinguish the little fire that he had burning and spitting in his palm

-> you never forgot his face when you did that. it was priceless. his eyes got so wide and his snarl had been wiped from his face completely. he didn't even try to relight it for a good few seconds, just standing shell-shocked and staring at his hand as the explosion sputtered and steamed before dying

-> that was when you gathered that there was a good chance nobody had actually tried to actively stop this brat whenever he started yelling at people

-> well, bakugo was about to experience a whole world of change

-> after that, your unofficial and kind of one-sided rivalry began. the two of you were often paired up within training as your quirks worked well to overcome the other

-> bakugo was desperate to make a fool out of you as revenge, and you were just trying to enjoy your time at ua with minimal injuries

-> at least you were flattered that he considered you powerful enough to not hold back at all when you fought each other

-> the pair of you were even-matched, with him getting drenched occasionally and you suffering from a burn or two

-> trips to recovery girl were fairly frequent, though her treatments were minor and she instead chose to chastise you for your carelessness. bakugō got his own fair share of a mouthful, with an occasional bruised rib or broken bone from an extremely powerful jet sent his way by you

-> this little rivalry revenge thing that bakugo had extended past sparring. he almost made you laugh at his pettiness, and his insistence to be better than you at everything. english? maths? quirk studying? every test in the subject would result in him smugly turning to you with his mark, trying to see your own to either gloat over or attempt to burn

-> you really found him annoying at first. you weren't aware that helping out the flustered tall guy with glasses would gain you some perfectionist blond hellbent on being better than you, but that was just life, you supposed

-> you liked his friends, though

-> they were a lot more chill but you didn't get why they would put up with his yelling and constant death threats

-> mina was a particular favourite of yours, as she insisted on teaching you fun choreography whenever she saw you no matter your skill level

-> she insisted on a lot of things, but her bubbly personality made it hard to say no

-> however, you drew the line at her insisting that there was something deeper going on between you and bakugo

-> she seemed to think that you were head over heels for him, but had yet to realise

-> you fully laughed when she first told you that

-> mina only rolled her eyes, continuing with the choreography that she was teaching herself

-> "you owe me a boba when you and bakugo get together, y/n," she sang to you

-> as the year progressed, you found yourself warming up to the spiky-haired blond

-> he was definitely a good sparring partner, and your determination to keep beating him meant that you had one of the highest scores in the class

-> you had also gradually evolved to become part of mina's friend group

-> hanging out with kirishima, kaminari, and sero was great

-> it was only when bakugo showed up that all hell broke loose

-> whenever you met up outside of school, it was guaranteed that there would be some form of bickering between you and bakugo

-> but without your or him really noticing, that evolved from shouting matches that got the entire group kicked out of somewhere to half-hearted squabbling over the last fries or something to that effect

-> the two of you started to hang back when walking, wrapped up in a conversation after your shared competitive edge had died down

-> mina urged kaminari to hand over his side of the bet, but he refused, saying that the two of you weren't official yet

-> they would all look back at the two of you, smiling at how you were both so clueless about your feelings for each other

-> the two of you falling for each other would be very subconscious on both sides

-> you once went to this indoor shopping centre and upon seeing this allegedly "too spicy to handle" dish it was almost second nature to whip out your phone and text bakugo a challenge

-> you stopped yourself before you hit send, blinking in confusion before deleting your message

-> since when did you go out of your way to talk to him?

-> you shook it off, continuing on with your day with no other instances like that

-> but he was beginning to bug you

-> you had begun to notice that he was holding back during your sparring sessions

-> this had actually been happening for a week or two now, and it was getting on your nerves

-> at first you thought that he was having a rough few days, but when it extended past the one week mark, that's when you started to realise that something was up

-> you were currently sparring with him, and he was barely holding off on your quirk's attacks that you sent his way

-> you got closer to him, using a jet to knock him off balance

-> before he could get up, you had him pinned between your thighs, with your hands locking his wrists above his head. you panted slightly, but still glared down at him

-> "why the hell are you holding back on me?" you asked him

-> "like hell i am," he snapped, glaring up at you. but there was no bite behind his tone, and you noticed this

-> "you'd be out of this hold by now, bakugo."

-> "maybe i like it here," he shot back. you felt yourself blush a little at his words, and he seemed surprised himself if you were to look closely. but he moved, too quick for your shocked self to respond, and he effectively had you trapped beneath him. your legs were still clamped around his waist, though his hands were now the ones holding you down

-> "on second thought, i think this is a lot better" your momentary surprise was gone, and you smirked up at him, not trying to get out from underneath him

-> there was a moment of silence between the two of you, before you both wordlessly started moving forward, meeting each others' lips

-> it was passionate, to say the least

-> your teeth clashed unpleasantly at first, but you and bakugo moved past it, your hot open mouths moving against each other's, feeling the way he pressed against you

-> one of his hands travelled down to hold the side of your face, and you wrapped an arm around the back of his neck to draw him closer to you

-> it was addictive, and the heavy smell of burning clouded your senses as the kiss grew heavier

-> his other hand travelled to your back and bakugo sat up, hoisting you up with him so that you were now seated in his lap

-> but that's as far as it got before you heard a squeal from the other side of the room

-> you reluctantly pulled away from bakugo to see mina, clapping her hands together with excitement, and a disappointed kaminari handing her some money

-> you only laughed to yourself, remembering mina's threat to buy her boba while you heard bakugo start to yell at his friends to fuck off

-> it was only after the two of you had started dating that bakugo admit to you that he started to hold back on you while fighting because he was afraid of hurting you

-> you were a little pissed that he thought you were that weak, but you saw where he was coming from

-> after you posed the possibility of todoroki becoming your new sparring partner, bakugo was quick to promise to start fighting harder whenever the two of you sparred, though

-> "just don't come crying to me if you get hurt, dumbass," he scoffed

-> "and don't expect me to kiss you better if you get hit with one of my jets," you teased him back

-> not wanting to hurt you with his quirk was a common theme regarding him

-> when you first brushed the back of his hand with yours as a hint to him that you wanted him to hold it, the boy froze up entirely

-> he brushed it off when you asked him what's wrong, but when your hand slipped into his you noted the way his palms were uncomfortably clammy and that he looked terrified in his own specifically bakugo way

-> he told you much later, on a rare one-off occasion where the two of you were lying together in bed awake at night, all about his fears and worries

-> that day, he had been terrified of his quirk going off and incinerating your palm

-> but with your reassurances that your quirk would balance out any of his explosions, he started holding your hand a lot more often

-> he even went as far as interlacing the fingers, with his calloused thumb rubbing patterns onto the back of your hand

-> everything with bakugo started cautiously

-> despite the nature of your confession, the two of you didn't really have any experience with dating

-> you wanted to get this right, though

-> you already had a solid ground of your shared friendship group to kickstart your relationship, and by spending more time around each other, you began to open up even more

-> your first date ended up being at that melt-your-face-off spicy eatery that you had found

-> you and bakugo still disagree to this day over who won that competition, though both of you had tears spilling from the overwhelming spiciness that day. it wasn't pleasant at the time, but it was a fond memory to look back on

-> besides, the two of you had gotten ice cream afterwards to try and cool down your burning mouths

-> much to the relief of your friends, pda was on the minimal side of the spectrum

-> bakugo, despite all of his cockiness, really didn't feel like making out with you at any given moment in public

-> however, he does insist on having his arm slung around your shoulders whenever the two of you go out together

-> he threatens to blast sero and mina if they tease him for going soft, but he can't help wanting to be close to you

-> additionally, whenever he felt himself in need of your attention or affection, he would tap your palm or hand with increasing aggressiveness until you got the hint and interlaced your fingers with his

-> behind closed doors, it is a different story

-> even though it took him a while to warm up to you, once he felt comfortable enough you found yourself with a very warm parasite stuck to you at any given moment

-> bakugo had a tendency to never knock, instead waltzing into your dorm room whenever he pleased and making himself at home in your bed

-> annoying ass

-> he would then either listen to you talk about your day or narrate his to some extent as you either continued getting ready or gathered some of your notes to study with him

-> that's right- even though you were both dating, that did nothing to dull the competition between the two of you (even though you found yourself not being as mad as usual whenever bakugo won)

-> if you were talking about your day, though, and even if it was the most trivial matter of deciding which pair of socks you wanted to wear today, bakugo would still make it clear that he was listening. if you trailed off because you saw his eyes closed as he lay his head on your pillows, he would open an eye, eyebrow quirked.

-> "and then what, princess?" he would gently prompt you, and you grinned in response as you continued with your story, bakugo smiling gently as he listened to your voice

-> however, on days that he felt less like talking, you would instead opt to hold onto him and offer your nonverbal support (yeah, he's a little spoon)

-> training was particularly gruelling? you would gently run your nails up and down his back, avoiding any areas that he had injured, and gently lull him to sleep pressed against you

-> alternatively, you would let him play with your hair, watching him get lost in the act

-> he was your rock, despite everything, and you were his too

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