#again pls pretend any mistakes arent there !!!!!

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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.

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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.

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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.

[uncrownedkings]

So...

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.