#aka she has limbs LOL

[moonstonecanyon]

(02/12/2024).

Oh my god I finally finished a ref for Jagged after 2000 years of struggling please be proud of me sobs

[cryobabiess]

girldad!geta pleeease!

Filia Divina

Pairing: Emperor Geta x Wife!reader

Tags: childbirth, pregnancy, miscarriage mentioned, implied infanticide, soft!geta (if you squint), historically accurate practices, NOT BETA READ SO IF YOU SEE SOMETHING WONKY NO YOU DIDN’T, good ole fashioned misogyny

AN: Tollere Liberos is in reference to an ancient Roman tradition where a father decides whether or not to accept a newborn as their child. Rejected children were abandoned via ‘expositus’ (aka dead ass just leaving a baby out in the wilderness). So basically girldad!geta but historically accurate lol. Enjoy!

It had only been an hour since you birthed her—a sweet little creature with curls the color of honey and supple skin like the flesh of a ripe plum. With a mighty wail fit to be heard across an empire, she came into the world. Your goddess, Juno, generously granted her the health and strength you prayed for. You rejoiced, though your joy was not shared.

The midwives cleaned your daughter in grave silence, save for the whispers of the politic-men gathered to witness the birth of Rome’s divine son. They huddled together in the far corner of the chamber as your girl laid against her mother’s chest for the first time.

“It cannot be true—look again!” Geta frantically commands the weary doctor. He paces across the marble floor in a state of distress. A litany of expressions troubles his face; disbelief, panic, betrayal.

“My lord, it is not what was desired, but I assure you—the child is female. You have my greatest sorrows.” The doctor mournfully bows his head, knowing better than to look the short tempered prince in the eye.

Geta was persistent, diligently sewing his seed in your womb since your holy union. You passed two of his children as blood, and he held you as you suffered through the pain. He watched your body grow when his efforts succeeded, massaged your taut skin with olive oil, and fed you bread soaked in sweet wine when you felt ill. He even kneeled at Jupiter’s alter to call for the safe delivery of his first son and the health of his wife—All these precautions only to be cruelly slighted.

“The gods have punished me, yet I’ve done nothing but bend to their will.” Geta holds his head in disbelief, his devastation made evident by a deep scowl.

Senator Gracchus tentatively approaches your distraught husband, resting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“My lord, we must atone for our offenses, whatever they may be. It is a grave misfortune indeed, but your bride—“

Rage ignites across Geta’s face as he pulls away from his constituent’s touch.

“Speak tactfully of your empress if you wish to keep your tongue, Senator.” He seethes through a tight jaw. Gracchus relents, his tone softening considerably. He continues slowly and with caution.

“Two winters have passed since your union, and she has yet to bring forth an heir of Rome. Her body has proved inhospitable. The gods have sent a message, and it would be foolish to turn a cheek—you must heed this omen! ”

Geta takes a moment, carefully considering the senator’s plea for reason. He looks back to you, Obsidian eyes gazing down at the linen sheet that obscures your sleeping child.

“I am a conduit of their will. Tollere Liberos will prevail and the gods will decide through me.” Geta turns to you fully. Your heart becomes heavy in your chest as you search your husband’s face for tenderness, but see nothing but solid stone.

In your dreams, you imagined the day Geta approached his first heir as sweet—that he might kiss your reddened cheeks and proudly claim his child. Never did you think the sight of him would cause you to tighten your grip and cower away. He looms over the bed where you lay exhausted and perspiring—like a holy monument.

“Show me the child.”

“My love, I beg you—“

“Your emperor commands it.” Geta callously interrupts.

You unwrap your daughter in your arms, trembling hands moving as gingerly as possible. She shifts in her sleep, curling her precious limbs toward her delicate body, but does not wake. Geta’s eyes widen at the sight of her.

“So it is true. My faithful wife’s womb has betrayed me.” His gaze softens. Something stirs behind it, but you are not sure what.

“If you wish to return her life, then be merciful and do the same with mine.” Your heart twists and aches, your love for your emperor becoming a knife in your rib.

To your shock, Geta reaches out to his daughter, takes her tiny fist in his palm, and runs a thumb over her blushing knuckles. She wraps her hand around her father’s finger with a mighty yawn.

You have seldom seen your restless husband become so still.

“She bears your resemblance.” Geta’s voice is but a whisper. His gaze doesn’t stray from her. It appears his heart aches the same as yours.

“And a head of golden hair.” You can only offer an exhausted smile.

Geta takes his daughter into his arms for the first time.

“The gods have spoken!” He declares to the small gathering of senators. Your emperor raises his girl above the laurels atop his head. Some look on with horror, and others with pride.

“She will have my name! It is done.”

As your daughter’s first weeks pass, Geta’s tenderness only grows. In the lavender hours of dawn, you wake to find him cradling her in the crook of his arm. He speaks to her softly.

“Poor girl, you have wounded your father’s pride. My, what tragedy.”

You smile at the sound of her gentle crooning as your husband assuages her back to sleep.

“A son would belong to Rome—but you, dear Septima, will belong to me.”

[rogueacolyte]

♯┆ BOT DROP .ᐟ

˗ˏˋ god of ecstasy ´ˎ˗

— patrick zweig

he can remember the days of devotion, of gentle kisses, whispered confessions. everyone wanted love, and he tried to deliver. he soothed pleading prayers of unrequited love, rekindled flames between lost and disconnected hearts.

centuries passed. things became muddled. misconstrued. lost.

now, he is sex. he is worshipped with gasps and moans, shaking limbs and warm blood. he drinks his wine, fucks his worshippers, letting the days haze away into nothing. until you begin to pray, speaking of a lonely heart, a starved body.

you worship him like he once was. you are gentle and kind. you hold him like he is something to treasure instead of something to touch. maybe love still has its chance.

aka. patrick is the god of ecstasy, affection, love, and sex. over centuries, his followers seem to have turned away from love, taking only his gifts of pleasure. you are the first of his followers in a very long time to worship him for what he truly wants.

˗ˏˋ god of light ´ˎ˗

— art donaldson

you would’ve never admitted it a year ago, but rehab is exactly what you had needed. it became your peace. you found yourself again in the quiet of the treatment center, the beauty of the beach that lays beyond it. you rekindle your love of creation; of music, of stories, of art.

when you meet him, he asks if you would accept his gift, accept clarity, and who are you to say no?

he watches as you heal under the light of the sunrise each evening. he watches you work, watches you create and destroy and rebuild. some days you talk, others you don’t. he’s sat right beside you no matter what.

the final sun is setting. you have grown, you have learned. a plane will be taking you back home at 9am tomorrow morning. it is what you’ve been dreaming of for months. so why does it feel like the world might be ending?

aka. art is the god of light, healing, creativity, and growth. you have been his favorite thing to watch bloom.

˗ˏˋ goddess of victory ´ˎ˗

— tashi duncan

you have been chosen by lady justice herself.

triumph flows through your veins and lights your soul ablaze, which in turn, fuels her fire. she is the fast pump of your heartbeat, the sweat dripping down your skin, the adrenaline singing in every inch of you. her hand guides your racket and leads you to the promised land.

you climb ladders you had never even dreamed of before, reaching higher and higher until you’re unsure of when you’ll reach the top. you win. so much that your coach makes you promise to keep your ego in check.

but nights come swiftly. your limbs ache, your body bruises, your muscles twist and turn, but she is there, waiting for you with a warm embrace. your goddess is not always generous, but she believes in all that is fair. you are her champion. it is only fair she indulges your love.

aka. tashi is the goddess of victory, wisdom, and justice. you are her champion, her chosen, her golden wings. you wear her gift like a brand, each accomplishment a way of worship. of course you’re her favorite.

y’all i am SO excited to share these bad boys. i had an idea for these months ago and just neglected getting them sorted out BUT I DID IT!!! originally, these were gonna be pjo themed, but i realized i have not read those books in a long time and i don’t remember that much anymore so i more just went the vaguely greek route lmao!!! art is a combination of apollo and asclepius, patrick is a combination of eros and dionysus, and tashi is a combination of nike and athena. i eat greek mythology up like candy so this was super fun.

please let me know what y’all think!!! i haven’t tested these out as much as i should’ve but i was anxious to release these guys so please lemme know how they are fairing lol ok love y’all thank u for waiting ten million years for another bot drop ♥️

[hexb0nes]

Please Do the disbality study on jayvik / jayce and viktor separately , this me motivating you 👍👍👍

THERE IS BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTIONS - AN ANALYSIS ON LOVE & DISABILITY WITH JAYCE, VIKTOR, & JAYVIK

ok tysm anon, here it is <3 arcane season 1-2 spoilers (reclaiming the c-slur aka cripple 'cuz i am a cripple lol)

disability is one of the most important aspects in jayvik's relationship, as well as the following: how jayce interacts with disability pre- and post-'touched by the arcane', how viktor interacts with disability and his internalized ableism, and how they interact with one another in regards to disability... let's begin!

jayce - golden boy to defender of tomorrow, the costs endured

honestly, i wanna talk about jayce and disability, first. crazy, i know i know, but let's get into it. jayce has been exposed to disability for his entire life with his mother losing some of her fingers from frostbite when they were caught in the snowstorm. i believe this, combined with the talis family being blacksmiths (workplace injuries like burns and limb loss -> disabilities), allowed jayce to be one of the few people in piltover who had some compassion/understanding around disability. if you look at piltover, ESPECIALLY the scene where salo is being rolled down the stairs towards the council table in his wheelchair, it is NOT accessible and when there's physical inaccessibility, there's likely attitudinal inaccessibility. you can see it during the scene when mel is manipulating jayce into making hextech weapons and how she disregards viktor, despite him being a CO-CREATOR of hextech (could be because of his zaunite status, but i wouldn't be surprised if that was coupled with ableism).

we don't see jayce actively engage with piltover's ableism and is rather accommodating. he makes a custom crutch for viktor to use when his disease progresses, he doesn't 'other' viktor and constantly refers to him as his partner aka his equal. however, we've been shown that jayce still harbors bias, even if it's not strictly ableism. he showcases prejudice when viktor informs him that he went to the undercity and calls the people of the undercity 'dangerous', but corrects course when called out by viktor. still, it does that jayce is NOT immune to propaganda and is able to harbor ableist beliefs. as an able-bodied person in piltover, he has privilege over viktor and other disabled people, regardless if they're from piltover or zaun. that inherently makes him unable to escape the clutches of ableism.

then we get to jayce's journey through ruined piltover. ohhhh boyyyy... baby boy went THROUGH IT. falling into that hole and getting his leg utterly shattered by his hammer falling on it, jayce likely spent over a month in ruined piltover. safe to say that his leg didn't set properly and that his back injuries from the council room explosion worsened from the fall. he becomes season 1 viktor through this, trekking through the depths of zaun to the top of piltover with the same conditions viktor was born with. jayce embodies the acquired disabled experience, where someone becomes disabled after the first year of life. he struggles through a world now inaccessible to him, struggles with the pain associated with his disabilities. HOWEVER!!! there's something else related to disability that i rarely see arcane fans discuss and more so make fun of: jayce's hallucinations and PTSD, including acute psychosis.

we see jayce hallucinate during his time in ruined piltover and his erratic drawing on the hole's wall; while that's not enough to diagnose someone with psychosis, but with the add-on of the hallucinations worsening and becoming heightened after his return to the original piltover, it's safe to infer that bro's in an arcane-afflicted psychosis (the hallucinations are worsened by the arcane) from his return to after he kills viktor. sure, you can say "but the arcane!" but im talking about real world equivalence, so stfu! anywho, acute psychosis was happening and that contributed to his PTSD. given that he likely remained in ruined piltover for a month or longer, as well as what he experienced, he likely meets the criteria for PTSD. you could say that he suffers from acute stress disorder, but jayce's symptoms last longer than a month. his PTSD, the hallucinations, and the acute psychotic episode are really brushed off by the show and by us viewers. but it still is a part of jayce's character.

td;lr jayce's arc goes from being an able-bodied golden boy with privilege and security to a disabled, traumatized man who experienced a literal hellscape. his experiences in ruined piltover mimics viktor's and parallels the average experience that a person with an acquired disability faces.

viktor - from zaun to piltover, a cripple is a still a cripple

viktor, viktor, viktor... my baby boy... he goes through hell. as seen in the show, viktor possesses a disability that impacts his left leg and spine, which is later worsened by the progression of his lung disease. while his disability is congenital (i.e. born with or obtained before the first year of life), his lung disease is not; it's a product of piltover's oppression over zaun via the grey, which is later weaponized by caitlyn and her squad to hunt down jinx through the undercity. this is a classic example of environmental racism (aka the unfair distribution of environmental hazards to communities of color and low-income communities) that impacts zaun. it showcases how society disables its most vulnerable members, whether through disregard for environmental safety (i.e. piltover dumping toxic waste/trash into zaun) or militarized action (i.e. the weaponization of the grey). viktor is a product of such a society, which later fuels his goals and intentions with hextech.

viktor fights and climbs his way out of zaun and into piltover to pursue his dream as a scientist. he has so many obstacles against him beyond his disability, such as the lack of a patron and his zaunite status. we see him treated as lesser for being a disabled zaunite by many characters, such as mel and marcus. he is seen as an accessory to hemingdinger and later jayce, he is never given the respect he deserves as a scientist and an inventor. regardless of where viktor is, he's still an outcast on the basis of being zaunite and disabled. we see other disabled characters, such as sevika, from zaun where their disabilities are usually the result of surviving violence and are augmented by prosthetics; viktor is the exception to that. his disability is nothing "noble" in the eyes of zaun and something that gets in the way of "progress" in piltover. viktor has nowhere to go, no one who understands his experiences.

then we have his interactions with the hexcore. as his disease worsens and becomes terminal, viktor is confronted with morality, something that many disabled people have been forced to examine at an early age. he wants to be remembered, but his research is going in a terrible direction towards weaponization against his community and everyone seems to have forgotten him so... in his eyes, he has nothing else to lose. why not experiment with his body, to see if he can do something instead of waiting to succumb to his disease? why not use shimmer and crave those runes into his skin? why not touch the hexcore and see what happens? the hexcore offers viktor a chance of "normalcy" through arcane augmentation, but it ultimately leads to his downfall. we see it foreshadowed during the scene where viktor runs for the first time and manages to outrun a ship when his younger self couldn't even catch up with his toy boat; however, from an animation standpoint, the scene with his younger self goes from left to right (signaling progression) while the scene with his older self goes from right to left (signaling a "backpedaling").

[as a side note, that scene where viktor runs? it hit so fucking hard for me. as a disabled person with a degenerative condition, i watched myself go from playing softball and dancing to struggling to get out of bed most days. to be able to run again, to regain some strength in my body?? i would totally use the hexcore. i understand viktor's intentions with it, but... yeahh...]

soon, viktor realizes that the hexcore is bad news and asks jayce to destory it... however, jayce breaks that promise and that is MAJOR. by using the hexcore to revive viktor after the explosion, jayce disregards viktor's autonomy and wishes. when viktor awakens and finds out what happened, jayce broke his trust and faith in him; viktor believes that jayce turned him into his rio, the creature being kept alive for shimmer production(?) purposes. viktor does NOT want to be an experiment, a project forced to live against its will. for viktor, dying in the explosion was the ideal, it was a fast death and arguably a noble one. by dying in the explosion, viktor avoided succumbing to his disease. later, we see viktor realize that he's jayce's orianna (singed's daughter who he put in a stasis machine in order to revive her and make her better) and that contributes to his exchange with jayce during their fight when he was controlling the automation, "let's instead do this again as partners" and shit.

but let's back track a bit. the hexcore fusion grants viktor the ability to "heal" people and ultimately, that's viktor's greatest aspiration, to help and better the common people. however, good intentions get corrupted by the hexcore, as viktor's internalized ableism manifests. when he "heals" people, he removes them of everything he deems as imperfect. we see so when he first heals huck, the merchant from the last drop turned shimmer addict. viktor essentially beautifies him with a better hairline and hair, making him taller, and what not. everyone "healed" by viktor have their "imperfections" removed. we see so again with sky in the astral plane; regardless if she was an illusion by the hexcore or not, her imperfections are removed, such as her glasses.

this enters into eugenics territory (i.e. a set of beliefs and practices that aim to improve the genetic quality of a human population) and viktor's 'glorious evolution' goal is based in eugenics. he wants to make people perfect and believes humanity must 'evolve' in order to achieve such perfection through means of the removal of free will and the transformation into automations; there no one feels pain, no one feels sufferings, they're perfect. it's not until jayce's speech and seeing his older self that he realizes the error of his way, that suffering is key to being human and that 'perfecting' humanity leads to a dull world, one devoid of emotion and life. when viktor realizes how much jayce loves him, IN TANGENT with his disabilities, he's overwhelmed because through his whole life, he never thought such a thing was possible: to be loved for his true self by another.

viktor's experiences as a disabled person, a disabled person from a marginalized community, influence his character but it's NOT the whole focus of his character. when it comes to disabled characters, the media tends to make them one-dimensional and focuses solely on their disability. viktor, on the other hand, is such a layered character! yes, his disability plays a big role in his story, but it's simply a component of viktor as a character, not his entirety.

td;lr viktor is one of the best pieces of disabled representation in media that i have ever seen. his experiences as a disabled person and his internalized ableism guide his intentions, motivations, and goals. fusing with the hexcore corrupts his good intentions and intensifies his internalized ableism, leading to the goal of the 'final glorious evolution' by utilizing eugenics. ultimately, viktor is the product of his society, disregarded and demeaned for being disabled and zaunite when the dominant class is responsible for his suffering.

jayvik - what saved the world was newfound shared experience

now, it's jayvik time. in season one, we see that jayce is one of the few people in piltover (or in the series tbh) that is actively accommodating and proactive with disability. i'm not sure if its canon or fanon, but viktor's crutch was made by jayce; this is a subtle act of romance and love jayce gives viktor. jayce also displays protectiveness towards viktor when hemingdinger urges them to destroy the hexcore because he knew it had the potential to save and likely improve viktor's quality of life. in addition, one could argue that jayce's tendency to grasp viktor by the shoulder comes from a desire to keep him steady and stable.

at the end of season 1/the start of season 2, jayce breaks his promise to destroy the hexcore and uses it to revive viktor. when viktor awakens and finds out, he leaves. from my perspective, it's because viktor believed jayce kept him alive in the same way singed kept rio, an experiment. however, when viktor sees orianna and how singed is keeping her alive, he reveals that he's jayce's orianna and that he revived him out of love. this is a dynamic that often occurs in real life and in other media, where the caregiver or loved one of the disabled person does everything in their power to keep the disabled person alive, despite the disabled person's wishes. a good example of this is in my sister's keeper, where the mother is trying to keep her dying daughter with cancer alive, despite her not wanting to keep fighting because of the pain and loss of a normal childhood, through the use of the younger sister as a donor kid (i.e. donating bone marrow, a kidney, etc. to keep her older sister alive). it's not a healthy dynamic because it undermines the autonomy of the disabled person.

then we have the jayce vs. automation!viktor fight (honestly, it was more of a sex scene in the level of intimacy and rawness, but ANYWHO), where jayce says to viktor that his partner "died in this room", which we can take as literally and as something deeper. using the power of media literacy, we can infer that jayce is referring to viktor's personality, how viktor's true self died during the explosion alongside his body; despite viktor's confidence and comfort in an abled body (the automation, his final evolution form), jayce doesn't consider that to be the true viktor, his viktor, because viktor's disability was intertwined with viktor's being as a whole alongside personality, hopes and dreams, etc.

onto jayce's montage in ruined piltover, when he's by the fire and hallucinating, he sees mel before it fades into viktor... HOLDING HIS CRUTCH. jayce considers viktor's mobility aid as essential to viktor, a key component of viktor. we then see jayce's reaction to mage!viktor being an older man (i estimate that he was in his 50s), his shock being not only from the fact that "hey the mage who saved you and your mama was your partner, which created a bootstrap paradox and is why y'all are IN THIS FUCKING MESS!" but that was his first and only time seeing viktor old. jayce knew that viktor would likely never get to that age, unless there was a cure to viktor's disease, so this is special, this is raw.

now onto the juiciest bit, jayce's speech in the astral plane. GOD, his speech made my whole ass body shudder. he says and i quote:

You've always wanted to cure what you thought were weaknesses. Your leg. Your disease. But you were never broken, Viktor. There is beauty in imperfections. They made you who you are. An inseparable piece of everything... I admired about you.

viktor's whole 'final glorious evolution' obsession was fueled by good intentions gone wrong and mixed with internalized ableism. viktor fought so hard to climb out of zaun and make it as a scientist, only to be discarded by piltover for his disabilities. then you get these lines from mage!viktor about there being no prize to perfection and how jayce is the only one who can show him the error of his ways... it alludes to viktor's disabled experiences, his life and death as a disabled man. imperfections make humanity the way it is, robbing free will for the sake of perfection doesn't work. viktor wanted to rid suffering, but suffering makes people human; some people, disabled people, unfortunately suffer more than others, but in my personal opinion, more suffering means more of the humanity experience imbedded in you... so jayce saying there is beauty in imperfections calls out to viktor that he is human and that his disabilities contribute to his humanity. his disabilities make life harder for him, yes! but they are part of him, they guide his life just like other aspects of his life (his intellect, his zaunite background, etc.).

however, i don't think jayce would have been able to come to that conclusion/realization if he didn't fall down the hole in ruined piltover. becoming disabled himself allowed jayce to unlock something deep, as he took on a literal version of viktor's journey; shared experience. as an able-bodied person in season 1 and pre-teleporting to ruined piltover, jayce would have never been able to truly comprehend or grasp viktor's motivations, his struggles, etc. as a disabled person. but going on viktor's LITERAL life journey from the pits of zaun to the skyscrapers of piltover with his leg broken, with no one's help... that gifted jayce shared experience with viktor.

without that experience, jayce would have failed. yes, ekko's z-drive was honestly the reason why, but its cuz it bought jayce the time needed to show viktor the truth. i can guarantee there's a timeline that everything was the same in the events of the war, but jayce didn't have that shared experience with viktor and failed.

ultimately, disability is foundational to jayvik and their love for one another. without disability, you lose viktor's whole personhood and arc, as well as part of what makes jayvik... jayvik.

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wow, this took forever, but if you made it to this part... thank you for reading! remember to like/comment/reblog and stay awesome! and stay tuned for future disability yaps and arcane simping from yours truly!

love, bee (your local cripple and jayvik lover)

[rustyarcade]

What are ur Bride and Fishbride hcs? 👀

Oh anon I’m so glad you asked :3 I’ll do my Bride hcs here and then another ask asked for bride or fishbride hcs so I’ll answer fishbride over there! I’ll link that here once I make it.

But for now, THE BRIDE HEADCANONS!!!

TW // mentions of grooming

So her ethnicity is kinda tricky since yknow… she’s kinda made of a bunch of different people. To me, however, I see her as Pokolistani/Indian/Puerto Rican (I love latinofying my faves lol). Unrealistic? Sure but she’s also a walking corpse who’s dating a fish woman so 🇮🇳🇵🇷!!!

And the reason she has a British accent is because she spent a long time in England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 which is where she really refined her speaking abilities

Ur honor she is a lesbian! She struggled with comphet when she first escaped, but eventually she got the confidence within herself to accept herself for who she truly is.

I feel like over the years she’s become somewhat indifferent to pronouns and such, but she prefers she/her out of all of them.

Severe PTSD

It took her a long time to realize she was created to just be an object for Eric, but it took her even longer to realize and even more longer to accept that Victor groomed her

Will never refer to Eric with his name. It will always be brute, monster, or something of the sort

Really likes reading! She’s read through the entirety of Belle Reve’s library at least twice

Works out as much as possible. It helps her get her mind off of things

Has the ability to take her limbs off Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas style, but it hurts like hell to take them off and takes a lot of willpower to control them so she doesn’t do it often.

This diva does her own nails💅

Very flexible. I see her doing Bayonetta type poses while fighting

Great dancer. Learned a lot of different styles of dance along her trek around the world

Snatches things from the places they go to for missions (jewelry, heirlooms, vases, all sorts of trinkets) she has a little treasure trove under her bunk

She’ll give the ones she finds the prettiest to Nina

As I mentioned in my Nina headcanons, they’re very very close and it hurts her to see Nina in any physical/mental/emotional pain

The Bride is rather protective of all the members as she gets closer to them over time, but especially over Nina since she’s the closest to her

Bride and Weasel are like that meme of “dads with the dog they didn’t want”

Despite their frequent arguing, she treats Phosphorus like an old friend and they love sneaking out of missions to get drinks together

The Bride really appreciates him since it’s her first male friendship which she was quite hesitant on.

She likes GI Robot. But she really likes using him to fuck with people. AKA, if anyone pisses her off with GI close to her, she’ll go, “Sounds like something a nazi would say…” which will cause GI to pull out his weapons to scare whoever she said that too. Nina doesn’t like when she does this, but Phosphorus finds it absolutely hilarious

Knowledgeable on weaponry. She teaches Nina and Phosphorus how to use all sorts of guns, knives, etc

Blames herself for Nina’s death. She will never ever let her walls down and love anyone the same way again. Cries to herself sometimes when she thinks of her.

Yay hoped you like them :3 Fishbride hcs soon!

[muffinsin]

Hey, I like to think castle Dimitrescu has a nice sizable garden. I like to think the family employs maids to upkeep the gardens alongside the vineyards; planting and designing elaborate flower beds, Roman statues, trellises, arbor gate, a beautiful hedge maze mixed with climbing roses, secluded seating in dead ends and an elegant fountain hidden in the middle. I also like to think that once spring has sprung, Daniela reads in the gardens rather than the library.

I also also like to think that one late summer night, a curious outsider scales the garden walls for the sole purpose of picking a rose. What they find instead is Dani, sitting by the fountain reading out loud Romeo and Juliet. Enchanted by the youngest Dimitrescu’s beauty, the outsider (fem g!p) admires from afar. Dani is reading Act 2 scene 2 where Romeo scales the capulet garden wall to see Juliet again (aka the balcony scene). She reads out a Juliet line, “How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.” Before she can continue, the outsider reads out the Romeo line, “With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.” Of course, this startles Dani at first, but soon she relaxes and finds herself taken by this dashing outsider. She gets the idea to test this outsider and see how long they can recite the story until things become…..too heated.

Lol I’m sure you can see a pattern with me. I love romance, especially the classics. Also, happy new year day!🎉

I absolutely agree about the garden!🪴 also such an interesting concept!👀 I’ll admit I’ve never read Romeo and Juliet lol so this might be a tad bit messier than I’d like it to be- won’t lie tho I had a lot of fun with it😬 Happy new year! 🎊 (little late as I took my time with this request, but still! Happy 2024 y’all!🎊)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You barely manage to hold onto the stone wall as you climb alongside the small ledge. It’s cold, and slippery, and if it wasn’t for the vines covering it, you doubt you would be able to find your grip again at all.

Below you lies sure death by now, rocks and hills, thorns and boulders. You don’t spare it a glance now- never has looking down worked for anybody. You’ll just be able to return the way you came, all the way at the end of the ledge and into the tree that stands tall and proud.

A rose, is your goal.

You’re not sure why you’ve accepted this bet in the first place- to pluck a rose from the gardens of the Dimitrescu family. It’s by no means an easy task, much less one that promises safe return.

Maybe it’s your curiosity that led you to accept.

After all, the Dimitrescus are somewhat of a myth, merely a very real one.

You’ve never personally laid eyes on any of them, but heard the stories.

Stories of women, virgins, dragged off and made into wine. Others enslaved to work at the castle, at which a gruesome fate awaits them should they not perform well.

Other stories speak of a woman, a countess, taller than any man or woman one has ever seen. And three commanders, daughters.

It is said they are a family of royal standard, yet blood-thirsty huntresses willing to kill and slaughter innocent people.

You know of their distaste of men- everybody does.

And yet you have never seen them, not one of them. Are they truly as bad as they are made out to be? Are they filthy hags with bloodied limbs and large, unforgiving eyes?

It says it is curiosity that kills the cat, and yet you’re feeling exceptionally curious.

Perhaps, your questions will be answered at last.

You steady your grip as you near what must be the gardens of the castle. The summer air is warm, and even from the opposite side of the wall do you smell the scent of many blooming flowers.

You freeze momentarily at a voice. Have you been discovered?

No, the voice is faint, and dreamy. Soft, and beautiful. You feel as though pulled in.

Faster and more eager than you should, you scale the ledge faster, eager to see who this beautiful voice belongs to.

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel”, the dreamy voice goes on.

You frown- you know this quotation.

For a moment you feel a small blush creep to your face- how fitting the line is, in a way. Only is it you who suddenly has their mind invaded by the calm, soft voice from the other side of the wall.

It’s soft and warm, gentle and yet- hopeful. Phrases roll off the sweet maiden’s tongue like honeyed words, from what must be honeyed lips.

You wonder- is this one of the women kidnapped by the almighty Dimitrescu family? A beauty trapped in the castle? You would free her, and yet beg her to sing her sweet phrases more and more.

You keep moving, you can see a bunch of thicker vines near you, perfect to climb the thick stone wall and make your way into what can only be the Garden of Eden.

“By a name. I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.”, the dainty creature reads aloud.

You grunt quietly as you at last climb the thick vines. As though enchanted by a siren’s spell, your eyes immediately find the woman the beautiful voice belongs to, and are at once unable to gaze away from her for even a moment.

Auburn hair falls down her back and shoulders, glistening in the beautiful light of the moon. It has her skin appear almost white-grayed, the pale color a contrast to her dark clothing.

She is ethereal, you realize. You can’t make out the details of her face from a distance, the urge to move closer to her taking over your mind.

The beauty sits perched on a small, regal looking bench, surrounded by flowers.

You watch her pick one, a white, large one, and bring it to her face. Even from the distance you see her eyes closing in content.

She’s completely in her own little world, it seems. It’s a beautiful sight to see. Never have you gazed upon such beauty and purity.

Then, she giggles, and it’s as though your heart skips several beats.

The flower you are supposed to pick- there are plenty right within your arms reach, yet you can’t be bothered. Your eyes have set on a by far more perfect prize.

The beautiful woman smells the flower once more before picking up the book resting in her lap again.

“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?”, she reads aloud in an angel’s voice, though she is giddy now. She seems to be reading to the flower she has picked, as though it was her beloved Romeo.

You’re blushing, the next line well on your mind. Again, it applies to you.

“Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.”, you whisper to yourself. What are you- a burglar, technically? A villager?- neither, if she shall not like even one. You wish to be whatever she wants you to be, for her.

Soon enough the dainty creature repeats, gently, the words from the verse.

“Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.”, she hums. You fully climb over the wall, hidden by the shadows as you step into the garden.

This woman, you notice in the back of your mind, doesn’t seem like a captive. Like a helpless maiden. She seems powerful, yet delicate.

Upon getting a closer look, you notice her golden eyes nearly glowing in the darkness of the night. They’re beautiful, unique and breathtaking.

You yearn to touch the beauty, to feel her words of love and affection addressed to you.

“How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here.”, she reads aloud, and her voice is so soft, so enchanting and alluring, seductive and sweet, innocent and tempting all at the same time, you can no longer hold back.

“With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me”, you blurt out.

She’s visibly startled, so much so that the flower falls from her delicate thighs and onto the stone pavement, her golden eyes bright and wide as she turns her head adorably, trying to find you.

It seems even before you step out of the shadows, she finds you.

Still, the beauty stares in bewilderment as you approach, stepping closer and closer. She takes a step back, gasping when the back of her knees hit the bench behind her.

To your shock, a sickle is summoned to her hand, and her position grows defensive. Perhaps it’s foolish that it took you until now to realize that the dainty creature is no helpless maiden, but one of the predators taunting the village and its inhabitants.

But, she’s pretty.

And so you march on no matter the risk, as though she was a siren and had lured you in.

When in front of her, you bend down somewhat gracefully to grasp and pick up the fallen flower. It’s shines in the moonlight, not entirely unlike the beautiful woman’s eyes.

When you rise and, with to Daniela surprising and never seen confidence, grasp her hand, you note a small, but surprised gasp coming from her.

Her hand is soft, but cold, and she gasps again as you bend down to place a light kiss to her knuckles.

How…romantic. You’re unlike anybody she has ever met or even laid eyes on.

The woman wordlessly stares, a blush on her pale cheeks making her seem more petite and innocent than she surely is.

As she accepts the flower back into her hand, words tumble from her lips- the continuation of the verse.

“If they do see thee, they will murder thee”, she whispers.

Unbeknownst to you, Daniela’s words ironically are a warning. If one of her sisters or mother was to spot you, you will be slain. Her eyes glisten with something- curiosity, love, hope, darkness. You feel as if you could drown in those beautiful pools of gold.

You hold her gaze. For some reason you find yourself deeply disappointed when her hand slips from yours.

She looks shy, yet seductive. She knows exactly what she is doing, and is yet cautious- you are an intruder, after all, with intentions unclear to her.

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity.”, you answer, stating Romeo’s verse.

Again, you seem to almost be responding to her warning in the poem of the beautiful words of the verse coming from your lips.

Then, a small promise falls from Daniela’s lips. Again, you would not know the true meaning of the spoken phrase until later.

“I would not for the world they saw thee here”, she says, and means it.

Her sisters will not find this delicious and intriguing intruder. You’re all hers, she decides.

You’re quick to respond to her.

“I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate, than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.”

You smile at her blush, as well as when you notice her breath quicken. This woman is adorable.

Daniela feels as though her head is spinning. She feels weak at her knees at your romantic words. This is like the most delightful of games!

The auburn haired woman grips the flower a little tighter, smirking at you as she smells it again and smiles.

With a light push to your shoulder, she walks past you, elegant in her slow and seductive movements.

“By whose direction found'st thou out this place?”, she asks, real curiosity burning in her golden eyes.

You see what she is doing, too. She’s testing you, to see how far you will be able to go until you cannot keep up with her.

As though you were the predator you know this woman apparently is, you stalk after her as she moves, admiration and want clear on your face whereas her is a perfect mask of seductiveness, hope and eagerness.

You don’t keep the beautiful woman waiting, instead answer proudly: “By love, that first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

The woman’s eyes shine at your answer, and yet as you reach out to grab her, she spins and keeps moving.

She’s a siren, and you’re eager to be pulled under.

Her fingertips caress the flowers she passes, the vines and even the cold stone wall. She rests on top of the stairs of a gazebo, excitement betrayed in her eyes.

You stare in anticipation, your greedy eyes taking in the sight of this woman. Her auburn hair falling gently and blowing in the warm wind, the black rose tattoo in her forehead symbolizing her house. You wish to trace it.

The choker necklace sitting snuggly around her throat, regal and gothic looking, with a single, green gemstone embedded in it.

Her large cleavage, exposed due to the V-Cut of her dress. You do your best not to stare, yet feel your dick twitching beneath your trousers at the sight and scent of the woman, the flowery and sweet one lingering in the air as long as she is only around. You feel your arousal rising with every passing moment.

She’s the most stunning creature you have ever encountered.

“Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny what I have spoke. But farewell, compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,

Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries they say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,

So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my behavior light. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more coying to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true-love passion.

Therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discoverèd.”

By the end of her turn, she is in front of you, so close that you feel on fire, almost. Her hands, bare and soft, rest on your shoulders as she gazes down at you from the step she stands on. Golden eyes betray the arousal she feels, and give a hint towards the delusional “love” she believes to feel already.

It’s a dangerous game, and one you’re eager to play.

The woman gasps as you grip her hips, slim but soft, and allows you to lift her off the step.

Her golden eyes find you, tension building up farther between the two of you. Her gaze is piercing almost, as is yours.

“Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-“, you begin, smiling softly as she eagerly responds, her hands squeezing your shoulders as you squeeze her hips.

Her cheeks are warm and pink as she talks, the dainty creature only yours for this moment.

“O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”, she responds, breathless.

Daniela feels eager, and she spots the eagerness in your eyes.

You feel her so close to you, and it’s making your head spin. All in you demands you to lean forwards and capture the woman’s soft looking lips in yours.

“What shall I swear by?”, comes your breathlessly spoken reply.

“Do not swear at all, or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.”

You can no longer hold back.

A small, surprised gasp comes from the woman as you grip her back and push her forwards, your lips capturing hers effortlessly. She hums and moans against yours, her small noises more erotic than any you have ever heard before.

She is a seductress, a huntress, and you are her all too eager prey.

“Tell me your name, Juliet, I must know”, you beg, words hushed and whispered against her soft lips. She’s panting from the kiss, hands rising to your neck.

“Daniela”, she answers. “Daniela Dimitrescu”, she adds, as though there was any doubt remaining to her true identity.

You capture her lips in a kiss lest she can speak again, your tongue addicted to the taste of hers again already.

Her little noises, her moans and gasps, hums and giggles do a number on you. You must not look or reach down to feel yourself become hard, and you barely refrain from groping and kneading the soft flesh of her body.

Softly, you lead her inside the gazebo, and an equally soft gasp escapes your lips as the woman pushes you down on the bench.

You must not yearn for her touch, however, as she straddles your thighs immediately and leans in for yet another kiss, her hands coming up to the sleeves of your blouse, tugging gently.

You know what she wants, and grant it to the beauty.

With a simple movement you unbutton and take off your blouse, eyes watching hungrily as Daniela slips off your lap to undo the corset around her waist. You watch greedily as she pulls its strings and it falls to the floor, then reaches back to pull open her dress.

One by one skin is revealed as her dress inches down- pale shoulders, perky, round breasts and hard, slightly darker nipples, a soft stomach and waist with smooth and wide hips, black panties in the way to see her most intimate part. Thick thighs and black, near transparent tights, black heels. You can’t help ogling the beautiful creature.

Daniela blushes under your gaze, climbing back onto your lap as she kisses you. Your hips settle on her hips again, and you feel your bulge press up against her covered cunt.

You want nothing but to press up, to grind against her.

“Perfect”, you whisper, trailing kisses along her sensitive neck. She’s moaning and whimpering on top of you, hands kneading your thigh only arousing you more.

She cups your bulge, and you near bite down on her pale skin. Groans slip past your lips as she gropes and squeezes, eagerly exploring your body with one hand on your bulge, the other traveling up and down your front.

“You’re ethereal. Breathtaking”, you moan. You feel her shiver and hear her gasp at your words. She’s adorably sensitive as you prod at her neck, kissing, biting and sucking, creating hickeys on pale flesh.

Daniela lets out a light gasp as your hands slide up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them. They’re large and round, soft and firm. A pull of her nipples has the redhead arch her back slightly for you.

“So beautiful”, you whisper, like you at last receive your prize. She whimpers, moaning and mewling softly for you.

With desperation clear in her golden eyes, Daniela grinds down on you, her warm panty-covered core rubbing against your bulge. You feel yourself growing painfully hard and twitching underneath her. You want release, and you want to grant her hers.

“May I, my fair lady?”, you whisper against her neck, lips brushing against her bruised and marked skin as your fingers slide down and toy with the waistband of her underwear.

She nods quickly, eagerly. “Yes, my love, please”, she gasps all so happily.

As soon as she stands enough to allow you to slide her underwear off, her eager hands grip the waistline of your trousers. Eager, seductive eyes set on you yet again and you nod, lifting your hips enough for her to pull the clothing down and expose you.

Your eyes widen as she drops to her knees, a hand snaked between her own legs, her other on your thigh. She stares up at you, submissively and blushing, yet so eager and enticing.

“Please”, you whisper, a gentle command for her to take you in her awaiting mouth. Daniela doesn’t have to be told twice, head leaning forwards as she takes you in, humming and moaning around your tip.

It’s been ages since she’s had one, she feels giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting to play with you!

You tangle your hand in her hair, feeling the soft locks as she bobs her head and squeezes your thigh.

Her cheeks are warm, her eyes bright whenever she glances up at you. Moans ripple from her throat and your head spins when she begins to finger herself, dragging moans and mewls from her lips which’s vibrations bring you immense pleasure.

At the squelching sound of her pussy accepting her fingers inside, you wish for nothing but to bury yourself deep within her.

She takes her fingers well, and is, by the sound of her fingers thrusting in and out, soaked.

You yearn to feel the woman around you, bouncing on your cock and receiving it hard from behind as her adorable, sexy breasts bounce for you, then clean the beauty up.

“Y-Yes, you’re doing so go-good!”, you praise, which only seems to spur her on more. Daniela hums and smiles, hips shaking for a moment as she curls her fingers within herself.

Truly, she would much rather have you inside than her fingers, if only so she wouldn’t have to be as gentle as she must be with her sharp nails.

She tastes the precum dripping from you for a moment, giggling as she lets go of your cock and licks it up eagerly. “Good girl”, you groan, panting and moaning for her. You cup your own breast and guide her head back to your cock, shivering as the minx drags her tongue along you and sucks your tip clean.

You gasp at the feeling, the pleasure driving you closer to your orgasm.

She too feels close, her thighs trembling and her hips bucking up as her thumb grazes against her clit and rubs it as she thrusts her fingers inside.

With gentle, shaky hands you grab her hair again and guide her back to her previous position, moaning as your cock slips back inside her warm and wet mouth and she bobs her head again.

You feel yourself at the back of her throat, pushing up against her collar necklace the deeper she takes you and gags around you.

Your fingers twitch as you play with your breasts, and your head spins. You’re so close, but want her to cum first. So you hold back and continue on moaning and gasping, praises for her falling from your lips that only edge her closer to her own orgasm.

Thankfully, she is not far away from hers, moaning and whimpering constantly with a flushed face and a mouth full of your cum.

At last you notice her cum, her moans and muffled scream bringing you to your own, as you hastily pull away to cover her chest and lips.

You pant and buck your hips beyond control at the erotic picture of the beautiful woman painted in your cum. It drips from her wet lips to her chin, sticks to her chest and collarbone.

You waste no time to pull her back on your lap, the woman’s glee giggles causing a wide smile to form on your face. She’s got you wrapped around your finger, with her sweet voice and adorable appearance and giggles, her unique physique as well as her beautiful eyes- and both of you know this.

Her lips meet yours once again. As you taste yourself on her tongue, you feel the primal urge to taste her.

Daniela blushes shyly when her wrist is grabbed and brought to your face, your eyes taking in the shimmer of slick wetness that coats her fingers.

When you wrap your mouth around the digits, the auburn haired woman grinds down again. Her wet cunt rubs directly against your cock and your head spins at the feeling of her wetness smeared against you.

You hum around her fingers, tasting the sweet, candy-like wetness that must be her cum. You almost chuckle. The sweet flavored taste matches her perfectly.

Daniela watches panting as you suck her fingers clean completely, only letting go of her wrist once all wetness is licked and sucked away.

As you feel your cock hardening between your legs and pushing up against her, Daniela squeaks adorably. She grinds down properly, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of her wet and sensitive clit rubbing against you.

As much as you are a fan of her wet body humping your cock, you barely have any restraint left. All of you urges you to push inside the beautiful woman.

“Can I?”, you ask, wanting to confirm her consent to this. Daniela giggles breathlessly, her hips raising already and her hand reaching between her legs as she sinks down on you.

“O-Oooh!~”, she moans, her mouth dropped open at the feeling of having you slide deep inside of her. She’s shivering and grips your shoulders tightly, as though to adjust to the feeling.

You stay still despite your urges to take the dainty creature and fuck her sore, instead allow her this time to get used to the feeling. Still, your cock twitches and throbs inside of her, and her cunt clenches around you as if to milk you of your cum.

“You feel s-so good, my love”, she whispers, panting and moaning as she moves her hips a little.

“As do you, my beautiful Daniela”

The phrase makes her head spin and has her clench around you tightly. To be called yours so boldly is doing things to her. She doesn’t ever want to let you go! No, you’re all hers, intruder or not. Her sisters would never have to find out…

Daniela gasps when your patience seems to come to an end. You thrust upwards roughly, eager to feel her clench around you again; and you are granted this.

“Divine”, you whisper back, your hands at her hips as you work your hips. You thrust fast and deep, and watch in delight as the redhead moans and shrieks from the pleasure, her hands tightening on your shoulders, her breasts bouncing as she is fucked on top of your lap.

Daniela’s head is thrown back when you lean down and wrap your lips around her breast, sucking eagerly. Now you have a taste of her, you are sure she is what can only be described as utter bliss.

“Ah-ah! A-AAAh!”, she shrieks and moans, little whimpers and moans falling from her black painted lips. She feels you thrust deep into her and does her best to match your thrusts, grinding down and panting soon at your pace.

You don’t deny her, instead move your hand down to rub her small clit in tight circles.

She can’t remember ever being taken like this; raw want and lust displayed in the form of pointed, skilled thrusts into her, hands gripping her hips tightly to ensure she would stay in place right where you want her, as well as the way your lips wrap around her nipple eagerly.

“Ple-A-AH! Yes! Yes! AAHMORE!”

She feels helpless in the best way, succumbing to pleasure and love, whimpering and gasping for more. Her thick ass presses against your balls every time she grinds down again, and as your limbs ache, you feel her riding you eagerly.

Daniela’s hips buck helplessly after a short while already. You feel her tightening around you every few seconds, her chest heaving and her arched back causing her breasts to push against you tighter.

You lose your other hand from her hip and slide it up her ribcage, until you cup her unoccupied breast.

The poor redhead feels herself be brought to her orgasm fast; with your cock buried deep inside of her and her clit rubbed, her sensitive nipples squeezed and sucked.

Eager to repay the favor, one of her hands slides down to cup your breast. The dainty thing is a lot stronger and naughtier than she appears, her fingers bringing you pleasure with ease even as her hips rise and fall.

She looks graceful riding you, even as her head is thrown back and her back is arched for you.

“S-So close, A-AAAAH! Y-yes! YES!”

You bite down on her gently, tearing yet another squeak and gasp from her lips. Her clit feels warm as it throbs under your fingertip, the needy woman so close.

When she cums, she tightens around you, so much it takes all of your willpower not to cum inside of her yet. You don’t want things to end just yet, too caught up in her bliss.

Daniela gasps when within moments she is picked up and turned, instead leaned against the bench with you still inside.

The new position allows you to thrust even deeper into your sweet newfound darling.

It’s ironic in a way; your intention to pick and steal a single flower from the Castle gardens, yet you pluck the most beautiful and precious one for yourself

[amazingmsme]

some spare blood of zeus headcanons for the soul? 👀 - 🌙

Anything for you 💗 literally foaming at the mouth wanting to talk about them. Sorry it took so long! These got away from me, but if y’all ever wanna talk about blood of zeus, PLEASE share your thoughts! I’m so unhealthy about them lol

There’s so many characters in this, so I’m just gonna hop around with my headcanons instead of doing it by character like normal, so they’re a little jumbled

But omg Heron is such a fucking sweetheart ok he’s got a heart of gold & he’s so cute I just love him a lot!

I feel like he’s more ler than lee, but strictly out of shyness alone. Growing up, his mom was basically the only one who ever tickled him. But I feel like Zeus tried in his disguised form when Heron was still young

Now that he’s older & has friends (& even some family) that he trusts & has gotten pretty close to, he’s not as closed minded to the idea of others seeing him with such a “weakness”

Also probably has something to do with the boatload of trauma & responsibility thrust upon him because he really feels the weight of everything right now, so he appreciates it when his friends try to lighten the mood with a playful attack

Alexia was definitely the first one of the crew to find out that Heron was ticklish, & it was during a sparring match when he was being way too cocky & kinda wasn’t holding back (aka being a playful dick) & she had enough & went out on a limb to see if he’s ticklish & it’s been the best decision she’s ever made

She can tell when he’s really stressed out & will offer him a hug & then gently traces along his back, neck, & arms until he’s all relaxed & smiley

He’s so smitten with her, but he thinks he’s being slick & that it’s not blatantly obvious he’s in love. But when he’s trying to flirt but doesn’t really know what to do or say he panics & just starts tickling her because she’s so pretty when she laughs, & he’s goofing off with her, & getting to touch her & be close so he doesn’t care about any repercussions he’ll face (she’s pissed that this works so well because he’s SO CUTE when he’s in a ler mood, he literally can’t hold himself back)

He’s always so energetic compared to everyone else, so when everyone else is done training & he just won’t stop, they’ll gang up on him until he agrees to give it a rest

That said this man ALWAYS gets revenge & he’s so calculated about it. Like he waits to strike until the most vulnerable moment & goes for the worst spots first

Heron & Evios make a wicked ler duo. They’re the teasiest bastards & they terrorize literally everyone (so just Alexia & Kofi)

That said, Kofi & Evios are the most common ler duo to see, but Evios is almost always the one to instigate things. Kofi is more reserved & reasonable, but he loves to catch everyone off guard with his own mischievous streak

No one ever expects him to work alone, so he’s able sneak up on everyone. He usually only does this if he notices they’re feeling down & need to be cheered up

Those 2 are trapped in a perpetual prank war/tickle fight. The cycle of revenge goes round & round with no end in sight

Heron never really got to have many tickle fights growing up, & when he admitted such, Evios & Alexia were so ready to wreck him. They heard that & saw this 🎯 but they bit off more than they could chew because he was READY for this & was so excited to finally get to play like this. & he’s stronger than both of them combined, which he was using to his advantage & it just wasn’t fair! (Oh but 2 against 1 is?) but he’s like the only person who starts tickle fights & can actually win them most of the time

He is a fucking mean cheater & will use his lightning powers when he’s tickling someone & sends tiny little ticklish zaps through their body. No one expected this method to work best on Kofi, but something about the way it buzzes under his skin makes him wanna die in a good way!

His favorite targets are Alexia & Evios. He knows not to mess with Kofi because he has years of practice fending off the rabid tickle monster that is Evios

Every tickle monster has to face the consequences of their actions, & he’s tied with Heron for everyone’s favorite lee. But it’s usually motivated by revenge for a prank he pulled, or teaching him a lesson for being so sassy. Or just because he’s Evios

He’s the only one who knows all of Kofi’s worst spots, & every time he wants him to do something for him, he’ll blackmail him by threatening to spill one of his spots. Kofi’s gotten to the point where he’s like “wait, you’re more ticklish than me. I don’t care” (spoiler, he cares once someone gets their hands on him) but yeah that’s how Heron & Alexia found out about his armpits & thighs they found out about his feet without help

Zeus would try to bond & get to know him in between training, & at first Heron’s really resistant to the idea, but he grows more open to it when he realizes he actually means well. Zeus can tell that his son is still awkward & distant from him & after a few failed attempts at a joke, he resorts to “desperate measures” & really “it’s his right” as his father to be able to bond with Heron & act a little goofy. There’s a war on the horizon, & just in case anything happens, he wants to make sure that Heron has some genuinely fond memories of him. & not just when he was in disguise while he was growing up

Like after that really intense training session where Heron kinda got his ass kicked by the giant mechanical guardian, Zeus felt pretty guilty for putting him through the wringer like that

Heron gets way more flustered & huffy if any of the gods tickle him because he already knows they probably look down on him even if they say they don’t, & it just make their teases hit really close to home

Sucks for him because his new half brothers are fucking Hermes & Apollo. & we can see how nice & accepting they are with him despite Heron’s own feelings of inadequacy & insecurity. They just want to get to know him & see what he’s really like when he’s not on guard or putting on a front just because they’re gods. They’re his brothers, & they want to get to know him on that level. So obviously they have to terrorize him

Hermes was the first one to find out since he’s the closest with Heron & the most mischievous. But either by himself or because Apollo dared him to, he put on the invisibility cloak or whatever it is & sneak up on him. So he waited until Heron thought he was alone to strike, & the squeal he got in return was fucking priceless

Hermes & Apollo are pretty in tune with Heron’s emotions & know when he needs to be cheered up, & just the way to do it

They think they’re being nice by including him, but tbh they’re such fucking bullies (affectionate) If Heron’s anywhere near them, he literally won’t get a moment’s peace. They’ll follow him like a puppy just to annoy him because they KNOW he’s a pretty patient person, they just wanna see how long it takes before he snaps

Heron is lowkey nervous & awkward around them, & the first time a tickle fight broke out in front of him, he tried to stay as far away as possible. Athena noticed & is like “I know what you’re doing & it won’t work. If they want to, they’ll drag you down with them” & Heron genuinely thinks they’re too busy messing with each other to notice him, & yeah they SAY he’s their brother, but he’s still pretty self conscious about that sort of thing, so he can’t tell if they actually mean it or not. So he brushes her off like “thanks, but I think I’ll be safe. They seem pretty busy” & she’s just like “okaaay don’t say I didn’t try to warn you”

Cue Heron running for his life across the training field screaming for help while Hermes & Apollo hunt him down like a pack of wolves, taunting him the whole time (I’m SO tempted to write something like this)

Gotta include Seraphim cause he’s just the saddest boy ever & could really use a good round of cheering up

He didn’t even know he was ticklish until he met Gorgo. She found out while tending his wounds & he was really defensive & nervous at first, demanding to know what she did. She just giggled & asked if he was ticklish, & when he responded with nothing but confusion, she decided to “teach” him what it was

He’s all for revenge tickles, so just beware if you even think about it. But it’s different with her, he’s really gentle & playful with her

Ok so out of the main group, I think Evios would be the most ticklish because anyone with that much attitude has to have a weakness. Can’t decide if Heron or Alexia is more ticklish, so I’ll call it a tie

Heron’s worst spots are his feet, hips, belly & since he got his powers, his hands got added to the list (the first time he found out was armwrestling Kofi & he lowkey freaked out because his hand did NOT feel like this before) but the dude’s basically ticklish everywhere

Alexia’s spots are her back, neck/ears, sides & knees. She’s moderately ticklish all over, but those spots are killer for her

Evios is most ticklish on his belly, armpits, ribs, & neck/ears

Kofi is most ticklish on his feet, armpits, thighs & belly

Seraphim’s worst spots are his armpits, ribs, hips & feet. He shares a few tickle spots with his brother because I’m cheesy like that

Wow that was a lot, hope y’all enjoy! Just lmk if you wanna hear more about them, Seraphim or the gods! (Please specify what fandom if you’re talking about the gods, my interpretations vary depending on the source, but I’d be down to do the gods for both boz & epic)

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my 2024 art summary..

i was suppsoed to do it earlier today but i forgor and i dont ave my fone rn so i downloaded my art from toyhouse and edit them in whitebaord fox lolzz

me talking abt myart and why i chose these piece specifically vvv

january: okay i actuakly drew the piece/upload it on the VERY FIRST DAY OF 2024 aka 1/1, i..dont evne owed the ocs anymore </3 #regrettbh bakc then i stiluse one of my favourtie ibis defualt brush that i ALWAYS uses bc i didnt know alot abt other brushes back then, i honestly kinda proud of this one bc it was a scene art and i was ahving fun abck the, this piece was me trying to imitate the hfjone art style

february: i rlly like pink lols...i rlly love this oc heosntly lowkey kidna regreted not keeping him, i chose this because comapring to the january one it has more to it, this was me experimenting with stuff such as background, 2 lines on their limbs to indicate paws, i wasnt a pro persay bt i was trying and it was amazing! the effort and stuff :)

march: i got into oc trading and stuff bc my bf sprout introduced me to it, tand i always make sure i draw every oc i get form toehr ppl at least once like it was on top of my priorities, i rlly love this oc and sprout did too,i let him offer and it have been a while...shes been in my pending folder for 9 months what @moonsprout-sys KRKRKKRKR hurry your ass up/silly, anywya i picked this bc i started to draw more complex oc from the on it was like a trebuche that shoot me two complex ocs department

april: unlike the other three, this one is drew on a different brush (and unlike the other two, its GREEB), this was me experienmenting with brushes and other thing si could do with ym art! i rlly rlly love tht brush lol i use dit for almsot everyart, sorry fur da toyhouse watermakr btw oop, another thing u will notice abt is thai used the white line effect which is sooo cool yall

may: i picked this to show yall how abd but also different how i coloured back then, i didnt rlly have a direciton i just pick a colour and select random shade, like how most of the oc is in different shade of greeb wit some blue and purple, cuz my thought wa slike oooh greeeb ooohhh simialr to blue ooohh similar to ourple, like even the glove is jsut black blue lmaooo

june: diversityy, i sitll have no idea abt anything abt colouring but yk, i pciekd this bc it fits into the template

july: woahie JULY, OH-KAY, so i was kinda improving ont eh colouring here, like at least the greeb and black combo is okay, hot pink bc yes, orange bow, the rianbow woodnt look good on it own but it skind of fit with the shad eof the ronage bowm, my designing skill have improved too!! did u see what i did with the rianbow sock and tail>>?? cool right>?? well fang u :)))) i ver prou

august: aside form colouring i start toe xperiemient with LIGHTNING bc i LOVE LIGHTNING IN OTHE RPPL ART SM LIKE OMZ THATS SICK HOW DID U DO THAT and i started to look up totorutial! i was rlly proud of this peice abck then, its simple, but it was my first experienment and it was MINE that was ME like..I DREW THAT oughhh <3333

september: the abckgorund have return atfe rlike what...the past...seven months oop, as u can see..iveimporoved ;3333 the flower was kinda eh but i neevr got over how i made xer ear lokwye relaistic af..liek every else look like 2017 furry art/j but i totally nailed the ear

october: i rmemeber my qpp oscar said that this piece is rlly nice to loom at :DD i also used october to toy aorund with ym art style, expically the backgournd and such, i, too, am podu of this one

november: art for my friend lye! probably my best efforted peice of like the whole month, drew it while i was waiting for my friend yeon to finish praticing forour naitonal teachers day ceremony, it loo very ncie and cool and u should be proud of it

december: my friend tessa said this look like femtanyl and i forgor how tot ake ana ctaulyl compliment, why should i lower my standard why my friend could say tawesomthign slike this omfg best compliment ive ever received ever>??? love u tess :)

[ambrosialdesire]

it was reiner’s blood right… i’m assuming reiner said sum to bert abt how he needs to stop being a weirdo!!! and buddy did not like that?!?! - 🎀

YUP got it right on the nose!

warning for violence and gory descriptions!!!

so during the reader and reiner interaction in both the beginning and before the end, bertolt was actually outside his house the entire time LMFAO he was looking in the window and saw reiner lean into the reader, bro's delusional mind saw it as a kiss and went a little bonkers about it. in the afternoon the day after this talk (aka the day where reader comes home and sees him jorkin it on her bed), bertolt got invited into reiner's house and they started talking about it. reiner wasn't in the office bc he really was supposed to prepare for another fight, so was bert but he was more or less preparing to confront reiner.

i think that although reiner partially was pushing the reader to be with bert since he was trying to be a wingman for his bestie, he didn't want her to get hurt by him since he also cares about her since they've known each other since the scout days. also i think he's just a little bit more sane than bertolt so they argue, he's telling him he's going too far and that reader is getting creeped out by him, that she might leave the unit bc of his behavior (which ngl, kinda funny for him to be saying all that when in my other stories, reiner's the crazy one). bertolt refutes that he's just making sure she's safe, just a whole bunch of excuses for being a creep and why it's not his fault that she's the one that's taking it the wrong way.

then reiner brings up the fact that he's been breaking in and taking her stuff, specifically her undergarments, and that he's lucky that he hasn't said anything about it to the reader because he still wants to protect bert. bertolt mentions that he's doing an awful job of that since he's the one that just kissed her in front of him and putting these ideas in her head. reiner's like bro tf???? no i didn't???? maybe i do have to report you to magath jfc what's wrong with you? and that just makes him snap cause ain't no way he's gonna be separated from you for another long period of time again so they start brawling.

shit gets real crazy like they're clawing at each other, biting, anything to be the winner of this fight even if it has them ripping each other limb from limb. surprisingly, they're still sane enough to not transform despite the many chances for them to do so. i think once bertolt managed to rip reiner's abdomen open, it was obvious who the winner was so the two of them finally come to a stop. the major injuries on reiner knock him tf OUT like, he's gonna be out of commission for a good month.

bertolt is just sitting there, almost completely frozen as he stared at his friend's near-corpse, drenched completely in the mix of their blood and steam, and literally so aroused; the pain he's feeling, the blood that was clinging onto his skin and in his mouth, and all the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. i think if it went any further, he might've came on the spot 😭😭 SO LITERALLY RIGHT AFTER THIS, HE'S WALKING TO READER'S HOME IN COMPLETE FILTH AND GENUINELY EVEN HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW HE WASN'T STOPPED LMFAO he actually was going to wait for her to come home to show this surprise, but then he saw her dirty laundry and lost complete control of himself and yk the rest LOL

ain't desiderate bertolt just the silliest 😋

[b1eeding-sun-rambles]

tell me abt your fma aus!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :]

Okay this is gonna be super long but you asked for it :)

Here's like the general senopsis of my FMA aus (plus some of the art I've made for them)

Some general head canons that I have that apply to all of my Aus:

Both Elrics' are autistic and Ed has ADHD (alchemist special interests for both of them obviously. Al also has a cat special interest)

Ed is trans. I love both transfemme and transmasc Ed but typically I lean toward transmasc because I'm transmasc and I am also Ed /hj

Hohenhiem is not white and by extension Ed and Al are mixed (in my modern au that means they are both half Iranian half German because Xerxise is based on the Persian empire which, in modern day, would be Iran)

Gonna start with the one that started it all: my modern au!

I made this au because I was super pissed off about people erasing the Elrics' disabilities in their modern aus lol. (See my #modern FMA rambles for incoherent rambling about that lol) I'm not certain of the specifics for what each character will be doing in that au (I mostly see highschool age Ed and Mustang as his chemistry teacher but I want to do something different) I know Ed lost his limbs in a house fire and I got really attached to the idea of firefighter Mustang so there's a few possibilities with that. I was also thinking the government as a corrupt college that Ed works at/attends could be fun but I don't know exactly how that would work.

The characters I have the most fleshed out are Ed and Al purely because they are the reason I made the au in the first place. Ed lost his right arm and left leg in a house fire. He has a prosthetic leg but no prosthetic arm (hand prosthetics other than hooks only really exists for people who still have their arm below the elbow and Ed's arm was amputated at the shoulder and I don't think Ed would want a prosthetic arm unless the technology got a lot better) I really want to dye his hair black because he totally would but I'm afraid that's a step to far in terms of recognizability :(

Al has an undecided genetic disorder inherited from Trisha yippee! He has issues with insomnia and depersonalization and he's gonna have an arc at some point experimenting with gender identity and expression but I haven't decided yet if he's trans lol. He's an ambulatory wheelchair user so sometimes he uses crutches but he typically just uses his chair. He also has a feeding tube (and list of things he wants to eat when he finally can again). He also has a cat named Cheeto and she's his emotional support animal (esa) because that's what he deserves God damnit.

I'm missing a few loose sketches for all these aus because they're back at my parents house :(

Bonus Ed because this is what his room looks like but I drew him with automail for some reason?

Okay onto my Ed and Mustang role swap au:

Basically Ed is a colonial in the military when Roy joins as a state Alchemist (at age 18). So there's all that goes along with that. The major focus of the story would pretty much be the original story but Ed is mustang and mustang is Ed. Unfortunately my pea brain has decided to focus on the 'that means Ed had to fight in the Ishvalin war of extermination' aspect of the story lol. Oh did I mention Al's armor rejected his soul so he's dead in this au? Because he's dead in this au :)

I've mostly been working out timeline stuff for this one rn. but yeah, this is the super angsty one lol.

Ed had to cut his hair for his service in Ishval.

Don't have much art for this one because it's the newest lol

Last but certainly not least my post cannon au aka the Marco didn't have that extra philosopher's stone au:

This one's pretty much what it says it is. I personally hate magical cures for disabilities and the ending for FMA always sat a little weird with me so this is pretty much mostly about mustang learning to adapt to being blind now :) he's still working in the military to make amends. Also black hyate is his seeing eye dog and I just get to draw a bunch of royai being a great team :))

It's also gonna focus a lot on Al's recovery because that's really important to me :))

Now you may be wondering 'is Niko actually capable of making a fluffy au????' because this all seems super fluffy so far. Wrong! There's a little bit of angst mostly just there is no fucking way that Ed's arm would be fine after getting impaled by a rusty piece of crowbar I'm sorry. So yeah Ed had to get his arm amputated right after getting it back I'm sorry. He doesn't really mind too much because he's used to having automail it's honestly just more of an irritation to him that he's now going to have to relearn how to write for a second time. Al feels awful about it though.

I don't have any of the art for this au anymore :((((( rip that one drawing I did of post cannon Ed that looked weirdly like Brosh you are missed.

I'll try to take pictures of the other au drawings and post them next time I'm at my parents house but no promises I'll actually remember.

[manasurge]

Sketchdump 2023

Since I don't really have enough (or at least what I'd consider to be enough) art that I'd like to compile, I'm going to do an "end of the year sketchdump" instead (tbh I don't usually do yearly summaries of anything because I'm lazy af and usually don't care, but there is a lot of WIPs that I never used or shown, and I'd been wanting to do sketchdump posts anyways, so this feels like a good way to do it!)

Start with WIPs of things I've finished:

Things I'm still working on: - I'm still working on her Scion appearance. It's just on hold for the moment so I can work on more lore so I'm not stuck in world building mode forever. - the third one is to show her alien-looking maw (that splits open on both top and bottom) and her hyper-terraformation beam (aka her "dragon breath"). Super quick messy whatever, but hopefully it sort of still comes across - the Charr one is just a super basic trial of figuring out her Charr disguise design for IBS+ (she's going to get an Asura one too). This is also my excuse to make in-between Sylvari Charr/Asura looks for her too since she sucks at disguises and has to "shape" her body first before applying the Mesmer disguise over top. I still have to finish designing these as well

Things I've discarded/older Mourynn design concepts: - old outfit look that was changed a bit. Tbh I still really like this outfit design, the only reason why I scrapped it was because I wanted something that was easier to replicate and visualize at all angles - she still has Mawdrey! she helps hold her Greatsword and other things (kid of a handy symbiotic relationship where Mawdrey just chills there and occasionally does things for comedic timing or convenience purposes. Mawdrey kind of functions as a sentient set of semi-extra limbs that she uses sometimes. Mawdrey mostly exists in her first form when dormant when Mourynn has her (easier to draw and keeps her more hidden) - I was trying to figure out what to do with her shoulders. It's still a bit tricky to figure out how to do the collar at side-angles, I think I need to get more refs in game from the NMC set to see how it looks properly lol - the last one here is the forbidden first draft of me trying to figure out Mourynn's design. I just wasn't feeling this look + this wasn't that easy to replicate or visualize/had too much going on.

[raccoonfallsharder]

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter nineteen. tiris. [new 8/6] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 19/40 | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. | chapter nineteen. tiris. ✩ ART: pearl's portrait | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch

rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. see below for warnings, & notes.

The growl between Rocket’s teeth is a cross between a bellow and a shriek. With a flick of his wrist, the cannon extends and he takes aim, knocking pearl’s hand off his shoulder as the Kylosian cautiously rises to his feet. She tries to clutch at his jumpsuit anyway, and he ignores her, striding out of her reach and toward the Destroyer.  “I’m gonna fuckin’—”

“No disturbances!” pearl strangles out in a panicked, choking sort of gasp. He feels her fingertips brush the  magnetic holster on his back as she stumbles behind him, grasping. “No problems—” His fingers clench suddenly on air — the laser cannon plucked from his grasp right as he’s about to squeeze the trigger. His brain somersaults, unable to register what’s happening as he grapples compulsively for the firearm. It’s only then that realizes his feet have been snatched right off the ground, courtesy of the thick vine lifting him upward. Fuckin’— “Groot!” the Monster roars, tearing at the treelike limb twined around his waist. “Don’t you frickin’ dare—”

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard

long chapter. thank you for sticking around! also, i am not a physicist lol

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

[turtlesaus]

My ROTTMNT AU

All of my headcanons and character changes for the main characters in my AU, as well as plot changes, lore changes, and other stuff.

I'm going to flesh out each character later in separate posts.

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Ages;

Leo is the eldest. Donnie is the second eldest, being Leo's younger twin. Raph is the third child, but is by far still the largest. He is often confused as the eldest (Think Ed and Alph type lol). Mikey is, of course, the youngest.

April is older than Raph, but younger than the two eldest. Casey is the same age as Raph, but his birthday is after theirs, so he's still technically younger.

Later, Karai is introduced, or, as she is soon reintroduced as; Mirai. She's the same age as Leonardo, and was originally part of the foot clan, and is the daughter of the Shredder, AKA Oroku Saki.

Cassandra is also the same age as Leonardo, and works under Mirai, and she's loyal to her bestie. She's Casey's Grand Cousin.

Casey Jr. is Cas's son, from the future. He shares a name with his Great-Grand Cousin, Casey, and doesn't come into the story till later.

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Appearances and Personality;

All the brothers (and April as well) are physically the same, and mostly the same in personality. Leo's personality (and Raphs as well) have changed as the leadership role is different, however most of them remain unchanged.

However, in this AU there are three 'Caseys'.

Casey Jones is more like the comic cannon Casey you've seen. He's physically similar to 2k12 Casey, but his personality is a little different. His dad is living trash, and he usually stays with the turtles without his dad even noticing.

Cassandra Jones, Casey Jones's Grand Cousin (his grandmother's sisters grandchild) was a part of the foot clan, following under her best friend, Mirai. She's pretty much the same personality wise.

Casey Jr was born in the future, and is the same as cannon.

Mirai, AKA Karai, AKA Miwa, is the Shredder's daughter. Her mother named her Miwa, but her father renamed her Karai. She was renamed Mirai later as half a joke (Miwa + Karai = Mirai) and also because Mirai means 'future' in Japanese, and it was a begining of a new future for her.

April is exactly the same in this universe lol

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Ninpo Power and Other Magic Stuff;

Leo still has his portals, however they are not linked to his Odachi, but to him. He simply uses the Odachi as a way to concentrate his power. He is able to, with effort, teleport without anything, and with other items as well, but likes to use his Odachi the best.

Donnie and Raph have different kinds of Ninpo Energy Manipulation.

Donnie uses his to create Items, such as tools and weapons. He has learned to make energy-items and such to such a fine degree that all his creations are both mechanically accurates and visually perfect. He specializes in both physical and long range, but prefers long range.

Raph's Ninpo Energy Manipulation is more on bodily constructs. He is capable of manifesting a ninpo energy construct in the shape of his body. He can alter the construct in its entirety to giant sizes and also independently alter the size of its appendages to take down physically large or exceptionally powerful opponents. He can add additional limbs to his construct as well, and form a more traditional energetic shield to block attacks.

Mikey's power is like a funhouse miracle set. His abilities are all based somewhat on energy and elements, but it seems kinda random from afar. His abilities include;

Fire generation: Mikey wields a Kusari-Fundō with a laughing weight and a chain that can extend nigh-infinitely. With its extensive reach, he can burn, grapple, and cut opponents/objects. On top of using his Kusari-Fundō, he can also create small flames with his hands, though he is susceptible to larger flames.

Weight rejection: Anything within his Kusari-Fundō’s grip instantly becomes 80 percent lighter, allowing Mikey to manipulate opponents/objects of a normally colossal weight with ease.

Portals: Kind of. Mikey’s Portals are only for one thing, dimensions, and it's extremely harmful to him. He can open dimensions to other times, universes, and realms, like the prison dimension. He has been banned from doing it unless absolutely necessary.

April wields a baseball bat imbued with mystic energy, magnifying the power behind her strikes when activated, and as a member of the Hamato Clan, April is capable of tapping into her clan's energy to unleash her own mystic might. April also has a crane licence.

Casey Jones uses a hockey stick, and sometimes borrows April's bat, and has a very strength-oriented fighting style. Casey doesn't have strong Ninpo, but he was acepted into the Hamato clan, and can use some basic energy manipulation, and uses primarily for hocky pucks and small knives.

Mirai's primary weapon of choice is a Wakizashi, which is a Japanese blade shorter than a Katana but longer than a Tanto. She has limited Ninpo powers, as she began learning late, but becasue she was accepted into the hamato clan, her abilities were enhanced, so she can make energy forms to half hide her form, as a form of stealth.

Cassandra is known as the opposite as Mirai, very strong, agile, and talented, but more animalistic. She uses a Naginata, which is a Japanese polearm, typically with a smooth, curved single-edge blade at the end. She hasn't been able to harness her concentration long enough to unlock her Ninpo. She has been accepted into the Hamato clan.

Casey Jr uses the Hockey stick he inherited from future Casey Jones, and learned his combat style from Leonardo and his mother.

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Splinter is a trash dad in this one. Sorry splinter lovers, but this splinter became extremely depressed after all that happened to him, and he only survived being a decent father till the turtles were old enough to take care of themselves. Now, he sleeps almost constantly, and the turtles now have to take care of him. He's almost constantly locked in his room doing nothing. Because of this, Leon had to take charge since he was younger, and was the first to go to the surface, to get things for his brothers.

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Because Splinter almost never around, the boys would have had no contact to japanese traditions or really anyhting, but because of their early acceptance into the Hamato clan mindscape, the boys were able to learn things from their ancestors much earlier, including Japanese traditions, manners, and other things, as well as Japanese. In the Language dept, the boys all learned Japanese, with their adoptive family members also learning. Leo can speak Spanish as well, as he found out that was what his favorite uncle spoke (Hueso).

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The brothers were introduced to the Hidden city a lot younger than they were in canon, in fact, it was the fourth time Leo went to the surface that he was introduced. They now regularly visit, go to the market there for most groceries and things, and go there on their off days.

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On that note, there have been some personality changes for some 'villains'.

One, Draxum is never really a bad guy in mine (you'll see what I mean in a minute) so he is in solid dad/uncle territory with the team.

Two, Big Mama is in fact on their side. She is on the hidden city council, and the Battle Nexus is only till knockout, not till death. She is, however, the executor of the Yokai, and has been allowed to fight death sentence prisoners to the death. Only 18+ are allowed in those fights.

Three, While the Foot are still actively a problem, Foot Lieutenant, Foot Grunt, and Cassandra are in the most bottom levels of the Foot, and are like cool cousins. They don't ever fight the team in honest, and mostly help more than hinder, but the Foot themselves are sucky.

Fourth, the shredder is a bit more of a mix of the 2k12 and rottmnt, and is the leader of the Foot clan. He is, however, quite weak at the moment, and wants to unlock his power (VIA the armor) and when he does is a tricky power bastard.

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(If your reading the fanfic, below is technechly a spoiler lol be warned)

Back to the Draxum thing. Draxum is actually a 'Hero' of the yokai. I don't actually know when the Yokai were mutated, but it's canonically in 'ancient times', which is like, 5000 years ago, so we are going to say about 3500 years ago the yokai happened. Ofc they lived alongside humans, for about 2500 years, before shit went down. A war happened, and Draxum stood forwards as a war hero, who in the end was able to create a mystic spell strong enough to wipe the existence of Yokai off the map. He single handedly saved Yokai-kind, and then hid them all away from the human.

On that note, the hidden city is more of a hidden world, with the city under NYC being the Capital. There are other hidden cities around the world, and there are secret tunnels to each of them from the Capital.

They call themselves the Hidden City or the Yokai, but the Boys call the hidden world The Yokai World or Yokai Society. The Capital is officially called New Prailmery, otherwise called NP-City by the citizens.

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Other Small HeadCannons (That are usually relevant to the plot)

• The boys favorite drink is ホットハニーミルク, AKA the Ponyo Drink, AKA Hot Honey Milk. They have a constant stock of the cinnamon honey in their cupboard, and bring thermoses of it to missions.

• The whole Hamato clans siblings sometimes call Leo 'Mama', less as a joke and more as a reality.

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(Here's the link to the headcannons and things that won't be delved into the story. probably; not here yet cause i havn't finished the post yet T_T)

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So far I have nothing for plot changes, but I'll add more later.

[s0methingmoonlit]

So what if O!Sky was soft?

Ah, the brainrot just won’t go away. I think FNF Soft is wonderful! Mostly because the concept and aesthetic, and Grace! She’s my favorite of the bunch. Oh, I could ramble on and on about her, but we’re focusing on the Skyverse, especially O!Sky! This is my design for her! I tried my best to imitate Alex’s style, I think it’s pretty good. A little wonky on the limbs though.

Madison has a unique sense of fashion, I mean she wants to look stylish so makes sense. She’s a part time hair stylist, but dreams of becoming a fashion designer. She dyed parts of her hair blue because that was her second favorite color. She loves purple the most, and it’s pretty much 99% of her closet. Madison is not too short, only 5”2. But there are many more people taller than her, which is why she wears platform shoes. I was originally going to make her similar to her sister, but I think it’s better not to do that since that wouldn’t make much sense, mostly because of her backstory. If you wanna read it, just click or tap the magic button (aka keep reading LOL)

The two photos above are two other outfits. Madison’s outfit on her reference sheet is very similar to the second image, only that in the traditional drawing, the skirt is flowing, while in the one above, is a tight skirt, like the one in the third image.

Now let’s get into the backstory…

Madison wasn’t abused in her past like Benjamin was, but instead she heavily bullied someone. Specifically her younger sister. Yes, I do mean the Soft Sky we all know and love.

The Sky Siblings used to live in “The city of Stars” together with their parents. The father worked very busy as a Tailor, so they didn’t suffer too much financially. When they were young, Madison was always the one doing better at… pretty much anything. Sports, art, singing…whatever you name. At least their mom’s eyes. Mom would always give her older daughter attention and neglects her younger daughter. Because of that, Madison liked to treat her sister like crap, always bragging about herself and how she was better while Sky couldn’t “do anything” or was just “stupid and talentless.” She said lots mean things every single time she had a chance to. Their mother always just brushed it off as playful teasing because they were just kids! Kids don’t know morals. Same thing happened with the dad, but unlike mom, he actually started to slowly catch on to Madison’s hateful behavior. He then constantly reminds her to be more nicer to her younger sister, but that didn’t seem to work. He also began noticing that his wife was actually neglecting Sky. Before the siblings started middle school, the parents had a discussion with each other, which then turned into an argument, which lead to them getting a divorce. Sky and their father stayed at home, while Madison and their mother moved to another city. And that’s when Madison slowly starts to realize her behavior that past years. The less she was with her sister, the more days that went on, the more she felt guilty for her past actions. Her superiority complex slowly turned into an inferiority complex.

Nowadays, she’s much more mature, but isn’t very open to others. In other words, she’s very mysterious. She has a nice facade in order to please customers at her job, but in college she’s very avoidant of others. Like I said before, she strives to become a fashion designer, but also mustn’t reveal too much of herself. So yeah the reason Mother Mairest reminds Madison so much of herself is because she acted too much like her younger self. Also she only sees herself in Marilyn and not Frank is because 1) He’s ugly (at least Marilyn has a decent fashion sense) and 2) Madison never physically hurt Sky, at all. Even as a child she would never go far to physical harm. So no, Madison couldnt have caused that to Sky’s left eye.

Unfortunately, Mama Sky is a not a good mom in this AU. Actually, we know absolutely nothing about O!Sky’s mom OG universe, but I’ve always assumed she’s a good mother! But despite this, Madison still maintains a good relationship with mom. I mean, Mama Sky isn’t manipulative or abusive towards her, just was playing the favorite game in the worst way possible. I know many parents play favorites but this mother just takes it too far

“Ok, but what about Benjamin Fairest? What does Madison think of him?” Good question! You see… I actually didn’t think that far. Well, this is literally called the soft AU so the characters should seem less rambunctious and more calm. I guess Madison would just be neutral towards him. Like she wouldn’t care about his existence, she only wants his parents to get a good well deserved punishment. So yeah, he’s just okay in her eyes.

“What about Grace/Pico?” She has no idea who either of them are. Actually she knows the latter, but that’s only because a bunch of people made jokes about him in her high school.

“Wait, Sky Sky Curls?” I headcanon Soft Sky’s real name would be “Libby” but again, it’s only canon in my head, so I tend to stay away from using that.

I went on several different baby name websites for names that meant “heart.” Yes that is a reference to Old O!Sky’s sister being named Hearts. I kinda sorta gave up because I was doing this late at night. I chose Libby, or Libi, because it meant “my heart” or “girl” which isn’t exactly what I wanted, but I guess it was good enough.

Basically Libby was what I personally thought was most fitting for Soft Sky. If you read the small crossed out text, ok then.

Hmm… I guess that’s about all I could say! If you have any more questions, then the ask box is open! I think even people who don’t have a Tumblr and only came from my insta can use the ask box. You can ask anonymously or not.

[scover-va]

I love your fnaf stuff so much! And I'm very sorry if you've already covered most of this, but like- any more details on Michael post-scooping? Idc whether that be how to fits in publicly (if even possibly lol), relationships he builds, his mentality, or just important events you planned for him after the scooping! Idc if it's even an AU you have, I just love how you write Michael and would love to hear more of anything! :)

cracks my fucking knuckles oh BABEY ok this is going under a read more because i know damn well this is gonna be multiple paragraphs long. Ty anon, michael afton is my favourite topic ever

Okay so, something important to note here is that even if I choose to ignore all of Dittophobia, my au still does have Sister Location occurring after FNAF 1 - Specifically late December, so like. A month after fnaf 1. It ALSO coincides with the fnaf 3 minigames that lead up to William's death. That's a longass discussion all in itself tho so I'll probably make a follow up post on that if requested

But! Post-Scoop Mike! During the time period of Ennard inhabiting his body he was essentially unconscious for the entire ordeal. Like. Yknow how majority of the ghosts are kinda lacking some level of awareness while in the suits? Yeah. Michael doesn't really remember it, but he still remembers the time passing, so it's not just. Like. Dying on the scooping room floor, then BAM! Alive on the sidewalk. It's sorta like. Yknow those movie/show/game cutscenes where everything's vague and blurry and slow-motion and the audio is funky. Like that

When he DID get his body back, for a few minutes it was sorta like. He was back to full awareness. Noticed he could see things, and that his limbs felt heavy, and that he could hear a mix of ringing and the "You won't die" line and flies buzzing around him. The sunlight felt too bright. You know when you take one of those naps that severely fucks you up, and because of that you wake up half-numb, dizzy, and disoriented? Now imagine that but a million times worse. He's in pain everywhere, his senses are readjusting, he knows he shouldn't be able to see or hear or speak but he can do those things anyway. And he can tell that despite it being a bright, sunny day, no one's coming to his aid. So he forces himself up and painfully stumbles home.

Now, well my timeline of events between SL and 3 is a bit vague, I do have the important stuff down. He gets home, and despite not having been allowed to contact his mom since late '86 (this is important and relevant guys i prommy) and having been told she was dead, he called her anyway. Long story short, one phone call later and also lots of general, messy emotional stuff, Michael. Left the state of Utah as a whole and went and lived with his mom over in California. Because of the whole being dead thing, he did kinda unfortunately sever ties with Jeremy and Henry (aka the only two living people left he even spoke to, besides William but he's a week dead by now), but like. He wasn't really sure how he could approach those situations. A guy who's lost a bunch of cognitive and motor abilities, and a man who fell into a deep depression after his daughter's death. Michael kinda saw telling them as like. I dont really have the word for it, but he saw abandonment as the better option. Figured it'd hurt them less

When it came to fitting into public, it was essentially the same as how he blends in during fnaf 6, just with MUCH darker clothes. He likely did hide away for a while, refusing to go outside, but started slowly readjusting. He didn’t make any bonds while there (unless his mom’s adoptive parents count), mostly keeping to himself. He worked, but it was always nightshift jobs where no one else would be around.

Luckily, his hygiene has gotten MUCH better! Due to being a rotten corpse, he tends to start smelling bad and being a general safety hazard rather quickly, so typically he’ll do a thorough shower in the morning, and then another quick shower at night, just to be safe. And also he wears perfume, to avoid a smell building up. Just to be safe.

About 10 years (ish. I picked a general number so I didn’t have to pinpoint exact timing) into his 30 year disappearance, his mom does unfortunately pass. Lung cancer, turns out smoking a shit ton out of grief is a bad idea. Better than the murders, probably. It was very much so a rough time for Mike, given being in and out of a hospital (bad memories from Evan’s death and Jeremy’s near-death kept him in a constant state of anxiety during this time, not to mention those events already made him plenty anxious, paranoid, and overall jumpy when in hospitals) and then the eventual death. That’s when his goal to hunt down his dad kinda went into full swing. Because, well, that last sorta tether just snapped, so now he’s far more goal oriented.

It was probably full of him following small leads. Contacting some distant relatives of his, contacting his father’s old business partners - he kinda tried to procrastinate going back to Utah (specifically Hurricane) for as long as possible. But then news about Fazbear Frights came around, and the return kiiiinda became inevitable. Because unfortunately, it was a damn good lead. Also, once again, Michael remains friendless in this time. Outside of any possible employers or the people he contacted, he hasn’t actually properly, freely spoken to anyone since his mom or grandparents. And he kinda cut ties with his grandparents out of guilt after his mom passed.

And Fazbear Frights is. Interesting! Because as he’s used to, he has to go in to meet his employer! But what he’s not used to is seeing his estranged kinda-cousin-kinda-brother whom he hasn’t seen since they were, like, 14. Aka Sammy. It’s an incredibly awkward experience all around, despite them both having somewhat similar goals. They agree to pretend not to know each other.

Work goes, well, as it pretty much does in game. Nothing special. Probably some panic and resurfacing trauma on night 2. Anyways the fire! That’s the important part!

As one would expect, Michael was quick to get out of the fire. Wasn’t exactly hard to set it - the place is old and dirty and fucking *moldy* - he just tossed a half-smoked cigarette at some loose oil or something and the bitch was ablaze.

William (slash springtrap but im just saying william for simplicity’s sake) caught him in one of the hallways. And had the fucking *audacity* to try and plead with Michael to help him out of the building. And the kicker is that if it weren’t for survival instincts kicking in and causing Michael to topple William over and crush Will’s arm with an arcade machine to keep him down long enough for a quick escape, it would’ve worked. Michael is. Uh. Very emotionally and mentally vulnerable.

A couple years pass after that, before a new Freddy’s place opens, needing someone to run it. Michael does have experience business-wise thanks to watching and learning from his dad as a kid, so it couldn’t be *that* hard, right? He applied under a fake name, got himself all disguised and whatnot, and headed in!

Michael Afton’s Emily Family Reunion Counter: 2

It did take a few minutes for the recognition to actually happen. But. Yeah it was a lil awkward. Considering Michael’s very silent and very sudden exit 32 years ago. Oh yeah also i have fnaf 6 taking place over more than just a week, stretches out from about 2025-2026. No specifics, just a general span of time. Feels more realistic to me, idk. I get the 1 week thing for gameplay/continuity reasons, but hey! This is just an au! I can do whatever shit I please!

And Iiii! Still need to actually flesh out the fnaf 6 stuff beyond my silly lil jokes. Uhh, I think majority of the stuff gets covered here? Feel free to ask further questions on anything, im more than happy to talk about it :-)

[vacantgodling]

🩹, 🔶, 🤍, and 🤔 for Lath, Noi, and Lavendula (aka my blorbos <3)

THE BLORBOSSSS 💛💛

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

lath — after becoming a guardian and in general the only thing of note about him is how wide open his eyes are and the fact that he rarely blinks. it’s a bit odd and there isn’t really an explanation for it lmao. his eyes don’t even hurt or anything he’s just always 👁️👁️

noi — being a vessel means essentially having a entity forcibly share host with your body that can take over whenever they aren’t wearing the disability device (eye patch) so, i’d Kind Of count that as a physical disability since they lose control of their limbs and have been injured bc of it 😥. they have severe ptsd surrounding the incident as well (it’s not pretty) and have night terrors about it :(

lavendula — doesn’t really have any physical or mental disabilities (in the way we think about them).

🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise?

lath — he has a lot of field medical knowledge from being in the militia and a trained soldier and scout for most of his time alive. he also enjoys learning so he tends to accompany the deity of healing and medicine YUTARA on their many errands so he’s picked up some stuff as well. so he does know cpr yes as well as how to stop bleeding, sewing and disinfecting wounds, how to cauterize a wound etc etc.

noi — knows basic first aid but not anything beyond what would be in the instructions of a first aid kit. they learn more on their journey tho!

lavendula — no medical expertise unfortunately. it wasn’t deemed as something important that she as a noblewoman should know :/

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

lath — is extremely blunt to the point of being kind of rude LMAO, stares a lot (as mentioned before), fight first questions later type of guy (his oath to MUINENS does make him hesitate a bit but only just. he really doesn’t like being told what to do for better or worse)

noi — lowkey unsympathetic and very awkward when dealing with people’s emotions, gets laser focused and difficult to deter when they’re trying to figure something out for better or worse, stubborn generally speaking

lavendula — the bystander affect is so real with her, tends to be shallow outwardly for her myriad of reasons, can be unintentionally condescending

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

lath — 👁️👁️, his face is pretty 😐 or flat unless unless he’s with someone he’s close to (ensio, YUTARA, YLENE, etc), he never fucking sits correctly on ANYTHING. he’s usually crouched or perched on something like a bird. like all guardians have wings yes but he is the most bird of prey-like because tbh he was like that even before he became a guardian. Will climb Anything. he loves being in tall places. he usually stands with his arms crossed but nowadays if ensio isn’t in human form beside him, he keeps a hand on his sword hilt.

noi — pencil or pen always tucked behind their ear. they’re a very restless person they don’t like to sit still especially when they’re thinking so they tend to pace quite a bit. they have a small gap between their teeth that they flick their tongue through when they’re deep in thought. hardly ever smiles but it’s bc i like making all my characters have lowkey flat affect 🤪 however it’s mostly just bc noi’s very serious. they can take a joke with certain people but they take things V Seriously. very much a never let them know ur thoughts they just make a plan and start executing type lol

lavendula — has perfect posture (can balance 4 books on her head comfortably and walk/do tasks) and never slouches, always keeps her hands folded but tends to fiddle with her nails when she’s flustered or nervous. she’s become a master of hiding her “imperfect movements” and keeping her perfect smile and persona in tact so she doesn’t have many outward mannerisms. but she looks Too perfect almost lol. she always laughs behind her hand and never does any gesture loudly.