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hiya!! for the ask thing can I ask for Food and Name for Jocia and Yuu Shi? tysm!!!
(also baby goats baby goats baby goats-)
Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?
OH i have- lots of lil lore tidbits for this
Jocia, according to my research waaaay back when I finally looked into her name (I deadass thought I just made it up at first), is typically associated with "joy!" Though Im sure that was obvious from the almost constant glare on her face /sar. It is also a different form of the name Jocelyn, a German name. I always pronounced it Jo-sha til I learned it was supposed to be- well, exactly as its spelled, Jo-see-ah.
Floyd calls her Barracuda! Initially I was going to have that be what he called Yuu, but the "catfish" pun was too good for me to pass on. So- what else could I do but hand over the title to Jo? Plus I think it fits her better :P Primarily due to how the barracuda is more known for how they hunt and fight.
They are known to be ferocious, attacking quickly and using ambush techniques (similar to a certain pair of tweels). They are also known to just straight up take fish from other species, even human divers- besides that, they don't really attack humans unprovoked. Barracudas also compete with moray eels for food/prey.
I feel like this relates back to how Jocia "handles" her anger- or- howshetakesitout on people around her who wrong her/those she cares about. She is ruthless and fearsome at times, but for the most part she prefers to just... chill. She doesn't purposefully go seeking out trouble when she's in the right place mentally.
Rook calls her "Reine des épices" (pls excuse any mistakes, blame the translator), which translates to "Queen of Spice!" This is honestly more of a personal reference. Me and my partner always used to joke that Jocia was kinda like a pepper- and would often use 🌶️ when joking about her. It's mostly due to her fiery, hot-tempered nature.
Yuu- is- well, yuu. I didnt come up with that, i just snatched it JFNDJDJ. HOWEVER. "Shi" can have many different meanings! I tried my best to go for something vague. I like the thought of having something that leaves you guessing what applies and what doesnt. However! It can actually also mean "you." Yuushi as a whole can translate to "hero!" (Another ironic take, I know)
Floyd calls her catfish bc. It's funny. I think it's funny and I'd bet $20 that he'd think it's funny. So it's catfish KFNDJDK
Besides the obvious- (pretending to be someone she isnt), catfish can live in almost any aquatic climate, making them rather adaptable. They have a large range of size and behavior, and are most well known for their stinging "whiskers." (Glances at shi's taser) They ALSO compete with eels for prey- as long as they arent a small enough species, then theyd become the prey.
Rook calls her "Reine du Rock", which means "Queen of Rock"- this one is just simple. She loves rock music. She plays it all the time, and it is what she most enjoys performing. Again i am not a good translator trust me i tried to learn another languagemybrainjustcant
Another fact, the twin's parents switched them around at birth on accident, and forgot who they named what initially. It's entirely possible that Yuu was supposed to be named Jocia, but they don't know :P they fight over who is older bc of this too.
Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?
I went into this a lil bit with Yuu in the past during different ask games! Here and here. And a lil bit for Jo here. (Their fav and why<)
Yuu Shi is partial to suggesting treats to Trey- whether he actually makes Bungeoppang or just uses Doodle Suit, it is currently her easiest means of getting it when she only had it a few times prior. So, sure, she'll share... sometimes.
Jocia- given she is partial to a barbequed dish, she could share it with Leona given his love for meat... but WOULD she? No.
Yuu Shi would never subject anyone else to caffeine even if they really enjoyed it, unless that someone is the sink drain.
As for Jocia... really, she didnt have too much against olives. They were bad, yeah, but not horrible. She hated the way they made her tongue itch, though... and then she figured out that they weren't supposed to do that. She's allergic. Yuu Shi used to take them for her, but there isn't really anyone who enthusiastically WANTS them either.
#boopshoopsramblings#boopshoopsoc#twisted wonderland#yuu shi#twst oc#oc#twst#original character#disney twst#jocia gains#HI IM ANSWERING THIS LATE#OH WELL#i have no more baby goat content 😔😔😔#sorry kanae 🫡#also SHE BREACHED CONTAINMENT
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( summer bishil, cis woman, she / her ) ** ♔ announcing danika haynes, the lady in waiting / spy from spain ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble summer bishil. it is a miracle that she survived the last five years, considering they are capricious, dauntless, and vehement. i hope the plague has not changed them. they are against working with the other kingdoms.
s’up dudes ? it’s ya girl chrissie again and this is my other bby danika. anyways, i won’t bore you all with ramblings and get to the important stuff, but as always, flick the lil grey heart n i’ll come bother you for plots etc !
F U N D A M E N T A L S .
full name. danika saira haynes.
title(s). lady danika morales, lady of spain.
current age. twenty-nine.
date of birth. august seventeenth.
gender identity. cis female.
pronouns. she / her.
nationality. spanish.
religion. catholic.
birthplace. madrid, spain.
orientation. bisexual.
occupation. spy for the crown princess of spain.
religion. roman catholic.
spoken language(s). fluent in spanish, french, greek, and english ; conversational in arabic and italian.
C O N N E C T I O N S .
biological mother. ximena morales, deceased.
biological father. matías morales, deceased.
biological sibling(s). diego morales, and esmeralda morales, both alive.
step-mother. alejandra morales, alive.
step-sibling(s). santiago morales, and alvaro morales, both alive.
adoptive mother. adella haynes, deceased.
adoptive father. george haynes, deceased.
adoptive sibling(s). malena haynes, and samuel haynes, both alive.
significant other. none.
child(ren). none.
pet(s). none.
P S Y C H O L O G Y .
positive traits. elegant, headstrong, decisive, meticulous, coquettish.
negative traits. manipulative, reticent, fickle, impulsive, promiscuous.
strengths. bold, rational, practical, original, perceptive, direct, sociable.
weaknesses. insensitive, impatient, risk-prone, unstructured, defiant, may miss the bigger picture.
fears. being abandoned.
secrets. maybe her deepest secret is the disdain she has for herself although she seems to love herself above all else.
sleeping habits. either sleeps for 12 hours straight or doesn’t sleep at all. there is no in-between.
eating habits. should probably eat more, but she eats when she can and when she does eat it usually consists of rice or pasta dishes. not really a fan of salads. more into sweet and savoury.
social habits. 100% an extravert. the life and soul of any party. will always make her presence known. quite likes being the centre of attention, to be honest.
stressors. none.
obsessions. does herself count ? kidding …
addictions. none.
how others view her. probably cut-throat, callous, full of herself, stuck-up, opinionated, loud, cocky, manipulative, kind of an asshole. she’s the kind of person you either love or hate, or hate to love, or love to hate.
how she views herself. honest in a straight to the point kind of way, sarcastic but witty, talented in her own right, meticulous, driven, compassionate underneath the indifference she presents to the world, capable of anything but her own worst enemy.
zodiac. leo.
mbti. estp. ( extraverted , sensing , thinking , prospecting )
alignment. neutral.
enneagram. type three : the achiever. ( the success-orientated, pragmatic type / adaptable, excelling, driven, and image-conscious )
temperament. sanguine.
intelligence type. linguistic.
disorder(s). none.
addiction(s). none.
vices. gluttony, envy, pride.
virtues. charity, diligence, patience.
P H Y S I O L O G Y .
eye colour. dark brown.
hair colour. chestnut brown.
height. five feet three inches.
weight. fifty kg.
build. of small stature ; slender and willowy with subtle curves.
scar(s). a rather noticeable one across her clavicle and a few others in less visible places.
tattoo(s). none.
glasses / contacts? neither.
tattoo(s). none.
piercing(s). both earlobes.
dominant hand. ambidextrous.
hand writing. kind of swirly but not fully joined-up ; slants slightly as though italic.
general health. unable to bear children.
sexual history. she likes sex and she’s open about it, sue her.
medical history. sustained a knee injury from dancing but, luckily, it healed. has sprained her ankles and staved her fingers more times than she can count. kind of accident prone, to be honest.
mental illnesses. low key abandonment issues. a history of depression when she was a teenager.
allergies. shellfish.
P E R S O N A L I T Y .
she loves art in its every form : literature, poetry, paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.
can be very calculating and vindictive at times.
when it comes to whether or not she is morally decent or bad, she is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum — she isn’t entirely heartless but she isn’t overly compassionate either.
high key is not above killing a man.
knows exactly the right words to use to charm people and wind their egos around her fingers until they’re right where she wants, or needs, them to be.
straight up that meme that’s like : she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face.
very much a perfectionist and pays attention to every last detail.
can be competitive to the point of being ruthless and rather cut-throat.
will most likely step on you to get ahead ; has this mentality that she always has to win because if you don’t come first place then what’s the point ?
sometimes comes off as kind of egotistical, oops. it’s not that she actually is, it’s just that she knows her worth and values herself deeply ; not in a cocky way but she is definitely self-assured both physically and mentally, thus it may seem as if she has some sort of superiority complex but it’s just because she rates herself and is her own biggest fan tbh.
if ya ain’t of any use to her, then what the heck even is your purpose ?
has a rather dry, sarcastic sense of humour.
smol but fierce.
very talented with blades, knifes, and swords.
although, she does avoid violence and prefers using blackmail and taking advantage of exploiting people’s pressure points to gain what she wants and needs.
one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.
absolutely prefers animals to humans.
very adventurous and loves to feel a rush of adrenaline in her blood.
outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.
very ambitious, kind of morally ambiguous, extremely self-serving, and self-involved.
low key likes to taunt people and tempt them into retaliation, just to see how far she can push their buttons.
and while she’s a major ice queen on the outside, she does have the potential to melt with the right people.
she runs on pure instinct with little to no regard for the consequences, but she does have the ability, if needed, to switch this off and zone in with laser focus to a task at hand.
bluntly honest ; will tell people straight up what and how she thinks and feels with zero regard for their feelings or worry about how they might think of her after.
above all else she values loyalty, but doesn’t trust easily so if she places her trust in someone and they betray her, then she’ll freeze them out for the rest of their natural existence.
H I S T O R Y .
tw for abandonment , illness , blood , and death / in truth, danika isn't entirely sure where her story originated. all she knows is that she was a foundling. at only one month old, she was discarded by those who gave her life ; left abandoned and unwanted. whether or not her biological parents ever actually cared about her or loved her would remain a question that kept her awake at night. the idea of being forsaken was a feeling she grew up carrying around like a weight tied to her neck. for as long as she can recall, there had always been an incessant voice telling her that she was worthless. this voice niggled at her every single time she would allow herself to get close to another human being. a dark shadow loomed over her shoulder, whispering sinister thoughts into her ears — warning her that everyone would eventually leave in the end. they would always leave in the end.
the story goes : a baby girl was found by one george haynes in the outhouse of a local tavern, wrapped in a woollen blanket. that same night, he brought the small babe home to his wife and their two young children. he and his wife sat awake nursing the infant until the first light of morning broke through the sky. it was then that she was given her name. danika : morning star. the rest after that was, as they say, history. the haynes' were definitely far from wealthy but all that they had they gave to their three children, thus, danika's upbringing was mostly a positive one. it had taken years for the girl to realise that though she may share an undeniable bond with her parents and siblings, the bond was not one of blood.
nevertheless, danika was thankful and grateful that she had been welcomed into their family and given a good life. things could have been a lot worse for her and she knows that. but, deep down, this knowledge did little to hush the demons inside her head. and it was these demons that made a preadolescent danika somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything, she felt. while the haynes' were more than understanding and accepting of danika's behaviour ( the best parents she could have ever hoped for, really ) some part of her felt that, no matter what, it was just her alone against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, danika felt that she had to fend for herself — that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself.
as an adolescent, danika’s personality shifted further south. she was outgoing as ever but soon became meddlesome, troublesome and much too outspoken. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others — filling her with a deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. no matter what the haynes’ done, danika always felt starved of love. despite their best efforts, she never felt fully satisfied — as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void nobody could ever fill.
at the tender age of ten, danika’s life took a drastic plummet into darkness. at first, it was her father then soon after came her mother. both bedridden, coughing up blood, frail and weak with their sweat-soaked skin and shivering bodies that seemed to wither away with each passing day. the doctor had called it consumption and with her sister and brother already left home, danika was left to nurse her parents as best she could. though it was to no avail as it wasn't long until the people who had reared her as their own passed away. while she'd assumed the worst, expected to be left behind to fend for herself, she was taken in by a relative of her fathers, his cousin, a man named alfred bancroft. he lived on the grounds of a wealthy family he'd been employed by, working as the butler. soon enough, danika wound up under their employment also, working as a seamstress for the lady of the house and her daughters.
during this time, alfred aided in furthering danika's education and fuelling her interest in the arts. he'd taught her multiple languages, history and mathematics, had her read the finest literature and poetry. while it was an entirely new world to her, she didn't struggle with finding her feet. she had always been determined and driven, shrewd and clever, thus it came as no surprise that she excelled in her studies. after some time, the lady of the manor grew rather fond of danika and even permitted her access to her daughters’ ballet and violin lessons — something that irked the other girls but their aversion toward danika never bothered her much. the teenager channelled all of her energy into her passions and her classes with alfred. although, soon enough, the man began adding different kinds of lessons into her daily schooling ; lessons consisting of espionage and combat. and much like anything else she had put her mind to, danika excelled.
she was taught how to deceive, how to manipulate, how to wield various weapons. how to expertly use knives and blades , and how to use various swords and daggers. at first, danika was unsure of the relevance of such subjects but alfred was all she had now and he'd been good to her — looked out for her, made sure she was happy and had what she needed, gave her a home and hope for a future she'd thought she'd have to wave goodbye to when her parents died. thus, the last thing she wanted to do was question his methods or upset the applecart. through these teachings, she was taught discipline and told that to truly succeed in life one must keep their friends close but their enemies closer. these were the two rules that had been ingrained in her brain.
the older she grew, the tougher her heart became, and the thicker her skin became until, eventually, she was able to differentiate her heart from her head ; often siding with her brain over her emotions. she controlled her emotions, they never controlled her. all her life, danika possessed enough emotion to fill the seven seas but through alfred, she learned how to take her feelings and mould them into the shape she required to adopt a level-headed composure. where once laid a heart, now nestled between the ivory cage of her ribs sat a fist. eventually, in the end, it was on his deathbed that alfred exposed his deepest secret to the girl he'd dedicated years to polishing into an instrument that was tuned to perfection. he had been a spy in the same household that they'd spent years working in and all the skills he'd taught her and had her hone into were to carry on his legacy, should she ever choose to.
after the death of her mentor and guardian, danika packed her bags and promptly left her employment at the manor in fear of the secret she was carrying becoming exposed. perhaps she was paranoid but it was a risk she wasn't willing to take. soon enough, she found employment as a governess for the children of an earl. the children loved her and she loved them. the countess was pleasant but the earl was surly and paid little to no mind to danika — trying to evade her at every turn. a few months into her employment, she overheard a heated conversation between the earl and countess in which she inadvertently discovered her true parentage. this time around, shaping her emotions into a tiny ball of collected poise didn't quite work and the next morning, she confronted the man of whom she shared the same blood. to her dismay, he didn't protest or deny her accusations. instead, to her surprise, he revealed the truth behind her lineage and voiced his desire to build a relationship with his firstborn daughter, should she want the same.
fast forward, following many years of repairing what she once believed to be a relationship she would never have, danika remained alongside her father and his wife and children. while she'd never met her biological mother, her stepmother was an agreeable and fair woman, far more welcoming to danika than she'd imagined the woman would be given the circumstances. during the summer of 1642, danika experienced yet another heartbreak when her father fell victim to the deadly plague that wreaked havoc across the world. after his death, she stayed with his wife and her step-siblings to aid in consoling them and handling any affairs that were left hanging. it was difficult : to never have the one thing she longed most for then to finally have it only for it to be cruelly ripped away after a few short years. but danika was strong — stronger than she thought possible. it took its toll to an extent but as always, she bounced back, resilient as ever.
five years later and as chance would have it, it turns out that she did choose to follow in the footsteps of alfred. these days, she serves as a spy for the crown princess of spain. had she ever imagined such a life ? never. but was she built for such a life ? most definitely.
#dont look @ me these intros are so long kdjshdkj.#again pls pretend any mistakes arent there !!!!!#1642hqintro
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Fractured (part one)
So I have fallen into another fandom! @mine-sara-sp‘s shadow people au is just so good though!
A while ago she posted a fic of a vexed Paladin and it got me thinking. This is where that thinking went.
TW: Blood, fighting, panic attacks (somewhat), manipulation
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Epilogue
The morning sun had just risen over the horizon and everything was quiet for once on Hermitcraft. With the recent glow ups in New Hermitville – literally, there was glowstone everywhere now – not even the sound of zombies could be heard, allowing all hermits who thought to find the comfort of their beds to have a peaceful awakening.
At least, for most of the sleeping hermits on the server, this was the case. For Wels, not so much.
The buzzing of his communicator woke Wels from his peaceful sleep. Groaning, Wels rolled over in his bed and blearily groped for the infernal device. Rubbing his eyes, Wels’ eyes flicked over the main chat to the two personal message chats that were blowing up his communicator.
Personal message from GoodTimesWithScar
[Scar] Wels vex alert!
[Scar] bnghyt67sdzfgtyuopgtfjgkadsfxgchvjbknlm;,;lkjhaghjkl;’
[Scar] sorry Keloid licked my communicator
[Scar] where are you Keloid wants you
[Scar] I think Paladin died again
[Scar] youre sleeping arent you?
[Scar] please wake up
[Scar]Keloid is gonna melt me in lava please wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] pls this jrt is hgh they took my elytea
[Scar] wake up
Personal message from Cubfan135
[Cub] Wels vex alert!
[Cub] Avarice is looking for you
[Cub] ohno your asleep arent you
[Cub] Wels wake up
[Cub] Avarice is destroying my villager center
[Cub] Wels
[Cub] Wels my poor villagers
[Cub] How are you still asleep?
[Cub] If I know Scar, and I know Scar, he is spamming you right now
[Cub] Wels please if not for me then do it for the villagers
[Cub] … Wels I know youre awake answer me where are you
There goes his opportunity to pretend to be asleep. Grumbling, Wels rolled out of bed and began preparing for his day. He wasn't in the mood for anything in particular at the moment. If anything, he wanted to go back to sleep. Grabbing his tool set and weapons, Wels headed for the door. Yawning, he almost forgot to put on his armour before he left his mansion.
Shuddering at the memory of his last round trip flight, he quickly doubled back to grab the most important piece; the helmet. Looking at the rest of his armour set, he shrugged. Where he was going, and especially who he was going to meet, he wouldn't need any armour. Shrugging on his elytra, Wels jumped from the highest window in his mansion, gliding lazily towards the portal tower.
As he flew, Wels opened his communicator and idly flipped through the general chat, trying to pinpoint what needed to face his wrath for waking him up so early (the zombies weren't even burning yet!)
Hermitgang
*Welsknight's shadow fell from a high place
[Zedaph] its vex time boys
[BDubs] CUB SCAR YOU GOT INCOMING
[BDubs] AND TELL THEM TO STOP FLYING OVER NEW NEW HERMITVILLE
[Iskall] I dont think they heard you
[Impulse] I think their working on Concorp things right now
[Grian] Keloid and Avarice just flew past at mach speed and knocked me out of the sky like some kinda vex aeroplane what did I miss
[Iskall] read up
[Grian] oh
[Grian] well their heading the wrong direction we can still warn them
[Impulse] there is no way this chat hasnt warned them yet
[Zedaph] is that Keloid holding Scar up there on the jet?
[Impulse] ...I stand corrected
[BDubs] GET WELS
[Grian] isnt today his sleep day
[Impulse] what
[Impulse ] aw man he sleeps like a rock!
[Tango] you know what this means?
[BDubs] NO TIME FOR THAT INITIATE OPERATION WAKE WELS
[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] how do you want to do that man hes unshakable
[Zedaph] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Tango] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS
[Impulse] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS
[Mumbo] Guys stop I cant afk in peace like this
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[Grian] Mumbo? Woken from afk? Impossible
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] and here is proof that Wels cannot be woken
[BDubs] DOESNT MEAN WE CANT TRY
[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] yo bdubs you alright? been using a lot of caps there
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[BDubs] I DRANK 5 MONSTER ENERGY AND 7 COFFEE IM GREAT
[Keralis] hes not alright
[Keralis] send help
[Impulse] WAKE UP WELS
[Doc] Alright Im headed over right now dont you run from me
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[BDubs] NO IM FINE YOU WONT FIND ME ANYWAY
[Keralis] hurry I cant hold him forever
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[Doc] I know where everyone is on this server
[Bdubs] CRAP HOW IS HE ALREADY HERE
[Keralis] WE HAVE A RUNNER FOLKS
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Mumbo] How did you find my witch farm?
[Mumbo] How did you even get here???
[Cub] Wels I swear I know you're awake answer me where are you
[Impulse] WAKE UP oh
[Grian] ooo busted
[Impulse] I cant believe that did it
[Grian] my work here is done
[BDubs] YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE HAHAHAHA
[Tango] but you didnt do anything?
[Grian] exactly
[Cub] Wels hurry up Avarice saw the chat it is this close to smashing me
[Zedaph] did I just see grian flip his elytra like a cape while flying and not die
[Doc] GOT HIM
[Mumbo] Please get out of here
[Scar] please
Any other day he would feel guilty for leaving the Concorp with their shadows. But today he was tired and feeling a tad bit petty. Landing before the portal, he shot a quick message into the chat.
[Wels] Tell them to meet me in the sand mesa temple. They know which
Not bothering to wait for a reply, Wels set his communicator on silent and strode into the portal, heading towards the 'meeting place'. Preoccupied as he was, Wels never saw the stray shadow on the floor that detached itself to follow after him.
~~~
Closing the door of the shadow temple, Wels began preparations to resummon Paladin. Reaching into the chest he had left, he pulled out an armour stand and climbed the podium, humming a sea shanty as he went. Placing the armour stand on the podium, he stepped back to make sure Paladin wasn't summoned quite that fast. He was not in the mood to deal with his ego today. Suddenly, he heard the door open and close behind him. That was fast. “Wait just a bit I’ll have your Shiny for you,” he yelled over his shoulder. Stepping forward, he prepared to summon Paladin and-
Wait. Keloid and Avarice don’t just, open and close doors. They smash them. The person behind him was not Keloid or Avarice. He turned-
and something slid across his throat, cutting off his breath.
Choking, Wels stumbled back, falling onto the stairs. Hands scrabbling at his throat, trying to close the wound, to breathe. Tilting his head to the side, he found an angle that let him breathe shallowly.
“Well, that wasn't what I intended, but it works great for my frustrations.”
Gasping, he looked up and met his bright blue eyed ambusher, idly tracing shapes in the air with its sword. Wels knew this shadow. He was so dead. Shakily, he drew his sword from his tool belt. His ambusher looked down at him through his visor and grinned, stalking forward.
“You think you can fight me as you are now? You make me laugh.” A snarl, and Apex was upon him, sword screeching against his own. Wels found himself struggling to push Apex away, to breathe, breath stolen in the face of a predator. “Good thing I need a laugh right now.”
Apex made a quick movement with its hand, sending Wels’ sword skittering up the stairs onto the podium. Wels barely managed to bring his arms up to block the next sword strike, wheezing in pain as it skittered off something hard. Pain ignored in the adrenaline, in the need to stay alive, Wels scrabbled backwards up the steps, forgetting his injuries, forgetting to breathe, anything to grab the precious sword that would give him a chance. Apex was advancing on him, he can't breathe, where is his sword?
His hand reached back, and he grabbed hold of something made of sticks.
His shadow bubbled, rising out of the floor to become 3D. Yellow eyes flickered open.
*Welsknight’s shadow has been summoned
Paladin stretched lazily, unaware of their surroundings. “Wels hey so about that death I...”
Apex stood before them, Wels on the floor at their feet. This was not normal. “What are you doing Apex?”
The shadow grinned at them lazily, sword in a resting position at their hip. “Why, just releasing some pent up frustrations on unsuspecting players. This doesn't concern you at all. Go back to those creatures you call shadows.”
They almost did. They didn't want to keep Keloid and Avarice waiting too long. But then they made the mistake of looking down.
Wels looked horrible. Paladin could see open wounds on his neck and arms, fresh from the fight. Wels’ breathing was shallow, but his eyes were hyper aware, shuddering between Apex and Paladin.
He looked cornered. Paladin took a step towards him, something tugging at the back of their mind. What was this emotion?
Apex snarled at them threateningly. “Are you challenging me little blacksmith? You’re nothing without your guard dogs following you.” Paladin’s shoulders hiked upwards at the nickname and they hissed in the way that Keloid and Avarice would when angry. Apex flinched at the noise, stabbing their sword downwards towards the floor to mask it, Wels’ whimper of pain going unnoticed in the tension. “You can fight me if you want blacksmith. But I’m not afraid of you.” The sword came back up to point at Paladin’s exposed chest. “You are nothing without those vex, and I will end you.”
They couldn't take those insults to his ability. Their ego did not want to allow it. But Paladin had survived this long with fewer deaths than expected because they knew when to quit. This was not a fight they could win, even if the pulsing knot in their chest rebelled. They stepped away from Wels.
Apex grinned, yellow smile flashing through the impossible corners of the temple. “Smart choice.” They moved, and Paladin’s eyes trailed downwards, locking onto Wels’ panicked ones. The knot in their chest grew tighter-
And in one stroke, they had grabbed a sword from the floor and stabbed Apex through the back with it.
Apex snarled in surprise, whirling around to face them. A clashing screech, and they were locked in combat. Paladin could see Wels dragging himself away from the corner of their eye and a strange relief filled them. Giving a threatening hiss-chirp back, blocked Apex’s blows, looking for an opening to exploit as their training with Wels kicked in.
Parry, parry, thrust, parry, parry, thrust
The rhythm kept them in the fight, preventing Apex from advancing while also retaliating. So it came as a surprise when Apex suddenly twisted its wrist and sent their sword flying to the opposite side of the room. Not wasting a beat, Apex leapt at them, sword swinging in a large arc that sliced across their neck. Paladin staggered backwards at the pain, only barely moving their head to the side to avoid a sword in their skull, sending a straight gash of light across their face. They click-snarled at Apex, whose grin only turned more predatory.
The next swing was intercepted by an axe, followed by a pickaxe which sliced across their chest. Apex barely stumbled as they charged forward yet again, pinning Paladin’s off-handed axe to the floor with one hand. Raising a foot, it was brought down with a snap!, breaking the weapon. A pickaxe at its shoulder brought their attention back to Paladin, and the cycle began anew.
Parry, parry, parRY, PARRY, PARRY
Slices on their arms, light and triangular particles spinning away. Paladin could feel panic start to settle deep in their bones as they fought. They had barely managed to keep themselves between Wels and Apex, but they knew this was a losing fight. A pickaxe was never meant to be a strong weapon against a sword, but they were determined. The knot in their chest would be too painful to bear otherwise they knew. They kept swinging and parrying, what choice did they have?
There is one choice for you dark one.
Bells and tinkling laughter. They knew who this was. The world around them paused, glowing a light blue like a badly rendered photo. They closed their eyes.
The sound of wings, of bells and tinkling laughter grew nearer. The intense sensation of being watched crawled beneath their skin, but they stood firm. They were made for the spotlight, it did not scare them one bit. Not even as the Vex arrived to speak to them again.
We can help you dark one. All you need to do is make a deal.
Keloid and Avarice had warned them more than enough for them to know that this was a bad idea. They snarl-growled at the unseeable entity before them. “No. Haven't I said this enough times? Go away.”
Ah, but you need help don’t you? Look at your summoner, so weak and fragile. We know that he won’t last once you go down.
That made Paladin falter slightly. “But he’ll respawn!”
Humming. But what if this time he doesn't? What then dark one, what then?
They were not thinking straight, they knew that, knew it in the shaking of their hands and the rush of adrenaline, the cold in their bones and the knot in their chest- no, the emotions in their chest that they didn't understand, emotions for their summoner; care? worry? They didn't know, everything was going so wrong-
Calm dark one. We can help. All you need to do, is ASK.
Paladin considered, actually thought about what was being offered. They needed help, they knew. They also knew that the Vex were strong and ancient. But the warnings…
“If I ask for your help, I want to know what I’m getting into first. No sneaky dealings of any sort.”
Laughing bells. If you insist. All we want is a chance to make a deal with your summoner. You will be the conduit to bring him to us.
“And if I don’t?”
You both won’t have a choice. One way or another we will find you.
Paladin ducked their head, opening yellow eyes to glance sideways at Wels. The man had pulled himself to a column. His shirt was ripped, used as makeshift bandages. Red. So much red. They made their decision.
“Alright, I’ll take your deal. Help me.”
Shattering music notes. What do you want us to give you, dark one?
There was no hesitation, the words drawn upwards out from him. “Power. I’ve been the damsel for long enough. Give me the power to protect my family.” They would have hesitated more, but that glance at Wels earlier had solidified a fiery resolve. They wanted to protect their family, and that included Wels whether he liked it or not.
Tinkling glass shards mixed with laughter as power stabbed its way into Paladin. Of course. Now, wake and face your opponent dark one, and remember our deal.
The blue fog faded, the staring spotlights died, the glass was swept away. It was as if the Vex were never there. But Paladin could feel the power rising in their chest, competing with guilt and worry and panic. With a roar, they released it into the air.
Apex stumbled backwards, the roar resonating through memories of darkness, birds, blue. Its grin became more of a grimace as they launched itself at Paladin again, only to be stopped by a sword. Where had they-?
Looking around, Apex noticed the glowing blue gauntlets floating in the air around Paladin. The gauntlets moved quickly, each hand grabbing the closest weapon. A blue cloak of the same colour had spawned out of nowhere and draped upon Paladin’s shoulders. Apex’s grimace flipped back into a feral grin. This was what a real challenge looked like.
They sprung into action, hacking away at each weaponed hand. With every hand that fell, another took its place. Every hit that did land bounced off the hard plating of the seemingly cloth-made cloak. But it soon began to tire, invisible strings softening its blows. No one else on the server had kept up with it this long, not even Killjoy. But shadows didn't tire, someone must be helping Paladin. Looking up, Apex met Paladin’s angered glare. But that didn't faze them at all.
What did faze them was the softly glowing blue streaks where they had sliced Paladin earlier. Apex hissed. Vex. That's where the blacksmith’s help had come from. They shuddered as the invisible threads cut deeper. Now that it knew what to look for, they could feel the Vex on its shoulders, weighing it down. It was time to cut their losses.
Apex faked a lunge at Paladin, taking the split second of Paladin being off-balance to make a run for the door. Turning back inside the doorframe, Apex took in the scene they had left. Red on the floor, pillars sliced into, Paladin running towards them.
And Wels was finally open. Apex grinned. Mechanically, they raised their arm, bringing out Biffa’s spare iron sword and threw it, slamming the door behind them.
Paladin howled, jumping to grab the sword. They knew they were too far away, but something carried their momentum forward and they grabbed the sword out of the air, tumbling onto the steps of the podium. They could feel the cloak folding behind them as it smoothed back out from whatever form it took. In that moment, all Paladin could do was breathe.
“Pal-adi-n?” The halting gasp of their name brought them back to the source of their current problem. Prying themselves off the floor, they hurried to Wels’ side, checking on his wounds. Wels was more concerned about other things, physically recoiling at the sight of the blue scars.
“Wha- di-you do?” The question came out gurgled, but understandable. Paladin could only helplessly reach for their summoner, voice pleading for understanding.
“I made a mistake so I could save you.”
Wels seemed to understand, allowing Paladin close to check on him even as fear swam in his eyes. “Vex” he hissed, before coughing painfully into Paladin’s chest. Paladin chirped soothingly as Avarice always did for them, even as the now known panic rose up yet again. Wels was in no condition to move right now. They could look for help, but what if Apex came back? They could try Wels’ communicator, but they had no idea which temple this was. They could be anywhere! What to do what to do what to do
A pricking in their arm brought them back to reality, grounding them. They cooed at Wels in confusion; they could sense no danger here.
Until they saw the lone Vex mob, sitting on the centre podium where shadows were summoned. It cocked its head at the bloodied knights below them, grin permanently stretched wide.
We told you we would find you. Tinkling bells, shattering laughter, a hundred gazes combined as one.
It's time to fulfill your end of the deal.
Blue particles, broken bells, the room bathed in a blue-purple glow as the knights held tight to each other; one protectively and one in fear. The bell tolled.
Not minutes later, Keloid and Avarice burst down the door to find the temple empty, clean of all signs of struggle and missing two fractured knights.
#abandoned shadows au#paladin#wels#apex#keloid#avarice#vex#also WEREVEX#they are in for one hell of a ride#literally 3 pages in docs is dedicated to the hermit chat#alright trigger tags time#blood#panic attacks#fighting#manipulation#violence#MY WRITING TAG#DO I HAVE ONE#my writing
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ive been seeing a lot of rather cringy lgbt+-related rant videos and posts on tumblr. these kinds of thing has been going on for a while now. i think maybe its just totally inappropriate timing what with all the trump dilemma that made ppl become more triggered than usual, but its come to the point where i have to go out of my way to make both a rant and a psa out of this post. or maybe ive been following the wrong ppl.
anyways, those cringy rant vids/posts. they are usually white teenage girls who go on and on about how someone called them ���miss” when “excuse me????” *cough cough* “ACTUALLY, im genderfluid.”
ok. howbout YOU excuse me. bc frankly, you look like a “miss”, so thats why i called you “miss”. i mean like i wont call you a bitch until you look like a female dog. OH MY!!!! im sorry!!! youre genderfluid. my bad. correction: a genderfluid dog. so yeah, dont you act all triggered just bc someone assumed your gender identity incorrectly. how could i tell when you have your boobs falling out of your shirt?? you dont exactly announce your gender to the world, do you??? its only fair that i would assume so. empathize with the ppl who arent exposed to the different lgbt spectrums. dont rant about it. TAKE ACTION and take the initiative to point out their mistake. youre genderfluid, fine with me. that is my mistake, sorry for being ignorant and not noticing. pls correct me. its simple as that. why dont you have the nerve to correct them when someone mistook your gender, but you have it in you to go to fucking tumblr to rant about it? the mistake isnt gonna fix itself when you do so. it only gets fixed when you point it out to the person who made that mistake. what is your purpose here???? are you trying to get sympathy or attention?? bc youre not getting any from me. i dont care and im sick of it. if you want someone who does, go tell your mother.
yall lgbt ppl assumed this “dont assume” policy for yourselves. im willing to follow, but there will ofc be ppl out there who are not aware. dont blame them. from the moment any child is born, they are subjected to this hetero-normative view of how a person is identified as. they are programmed from a young age that there is an order in which a person follows. if youre not female, youre male. there seems to be no other option. being lgbt creates the opportunity to be someone else. not all ppl are exposed to this. those who do take advantage of it.
im part of the lgbt community myself (as i am bi), but im embarrassed for what some of you have done to demean the value of the lgbt community. its like how ppl seem to always be hating on feminists all over again, bc of some ppl taking it too far and dont fully understand what it means. just bc you dont conform to the norms of society when it comes to sexual orientation doesnt mean you get any special favour. my friends, even the gay ones, have been joking around about how “omg youre cant do _____ just bc im gay like thats not ok.” but i find the truth in what they joke around about. ppl from the lgbt seem to always be finding excuses to be offended when someone comments on their sexuality.
take it from my experiences. i live near two schools, so there are lots of kids in my neighborhood. the school im going to is a very multicultural public school that has a lot of brown and asian kids (my squad), and the other school is a prestigious private school specializing in art that is predominantly white. both schools are very close, so we know the ins and outs of each other. admittedly, i have lots of friends from both of the schools: lgbt friends, non-lgbt friends, and friends who jokes/pretend that they are lgbt. my point is: i know this kid from the private school. there was a rumour that he is gay. i confronted to him and bluntly asked him if he is actually gay. he started yelling at me defensively, saying “do you have a problem??? you cant just hate me bc im gay.” I DID NOT DO ANYTHING. i didnt speak to him again. on the other hand, theres this muslim trangendered boy in my school. hes quite famous due to his gender identity. when i met him for the first time, i asked him if he is transgender. he was cool about it and just simply said “yeah. im pretty famous in this school arent i?” he didnt get offended. he didnt act defensively. we were off with a very good start. since our school are more multicultural than the private school, a lot of us coming from eastern countries. eastern countries are more conservative and they dont take kindly to “different” ppl. he worked hard to be who he wants to be, and he is confident with himself and his gender.
not totally unrelated to this, but im a friend of a girl who goes to the private school. nice kid, very cute, great at dance. she usually dresses in pretty dresses and skirts. but one day, she came in with jeans, sweater, and short boyish hair. everyone was surprised. then she told everyone she is genderfluid. there were a lot of genderfluid ppl in the private school, not so much in my school. when i asked her how she knew, she said why not??
it seems like there is a trend on being lgbt+, especially in this demographic (white, female, teen). as soon as its openly accepted, ppl will conform to become a part of this new thing. even after joining tumblr and seeing all these new lgbt+ categories makes me question myself. i tried to fit myself into this label, and i feel that this is what is happening. before it is accepted in western countries, the idea was very hush hush. now that everyone is beginning to accept it, suddenly everyone is lgbt. not like “oh im closeted bc lgbt is not accepted and now im out bc its accepted.” no, its like “oh this lgbt thing is pretty new! lets see which category i THINK i fit in the best and squeeze myself into this label.” im sorry, if youre an actual lgbt veteran and you have been fighting all your life for acceptance and equal rights. but there are ppl who are trying to conform to this lgbt+ “thing” bc it seems like everyone is out as well. there are even some ppl who would go out of there way to make a point that they ARE indeed lgbt+. you cant just wake up one morning and decide that youre suddenly asexual, or pansexual (when you havent even had a sexual relationship) or genderfluid. its not fair to those who have worked so hard. but then again, im in no position to tell you who you are. you are the controller of your life. but dont act all defensive and go crying to your followers just bc someone makes a comment on your sexuality/gender but youre not confident/sure enough about it to forget and forgive. if this is truly who you are, then TAKE ACTION. you dont need to prove to me that you are lgbt, just simply embrace it by expressing it. BELIEVE IN WHO YOU ARE. and dont be ashamed. you cant stop someone from assuming when you yourself dont accept that fact. who cares what others think.
ok so. after all that longass rant with the telling of my whole fucking life story, half-assed motivational quotes, and some rather rude use of language, the moral of the story is: i dont have a problem with your gender identification or sexual orientation, im actually fine with it. but i do have a problem with people using that as an excuse to act all disgusted and horrified and lash out on social media when someone may or may not have intentionally “offended” them. if its actually offensive, fine, you are free to make a point about it and shove it up their asses. but when someone asks you if youre gay, you DONT FUCKING GIVE THEM YOUR ATTITUDE. saying yes is enough. its up to their discretion to either shrug and move on (which i would do bc i dont care about your sexuality) or they can punch you in the face like a fucking trump supporter that they are. it is only when they punch you that you fight back. DONT FIGHT WHEN THERE IS NO REASON TO FIGHT AT ALL.
i know that there will be ppl who would be displeased with me. nvm, i dont think there would be that much ppl reading it in the first place. oh well. just trying to make a point. im not sorry that i made this post on this particular topic, but im sorry for the incredibly coarse/rude language. i have said offensive things that is borne from my frustration. if there are ppl out there who sees mistruths or ignorance in my post, you are welcome to enlighten me. my views arent rigid and im not exactly knowledgeable in this topic, so i am willing to change them if your point is valid. but ill only be accepting replies with point, proof, and analysis. also, you are welcome to block/unfollow me as well, but tbh, i wont be posting these kinds of thing again anytime soon. ill just be back to the cute, unassuming anime blog that silently supports the lgbt+ community and strongly opposes trump. thank you for your time, and have a nice day.
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