#also hello poros

[steel-forged]

Tea for Two to Tango

Closed starter for @risingshine (Chiasa)

There was always something new to be surprised by and excited for. So far from home, in such a strange land, the last thing Sentine ever expected to find was a shrine that would have looked right at home in Doma. The huge gate had caught her attention and left her gaping for a long moment before she made up her mind to venture in and pay respects to the kami here, provided it was a good kami.

Before passing through the gateway, she stopped to remove most of her adventuring gear. Scythe, armor, potions, traveling tools, even setting her shoes aside. Only then did she slowly walk through, taking in all the sights around her.

Once at the shrine proper, she stood outside, head bowed. This seemed like a calm, friendly, and oddly warm place. Although, the multitude of strange little puffball creatures roaming around didn't seem to mind the heat. They kept wiggling their paws and chittering at her in an admittedly cute way. Going inside, she knelt before the altar, placing a small satchel of gil as an offering before turning up one of her palms. "O kami of this strange land, I offer you this thanks of coin and aether, that it may appease you and nourish you." Energy flowed from her, a mixture of elemental aspects that seemed heaviest of light and shadow.

[justporo]

Hey Poro. I don't recall you ever talking about your Tav. Do you have any posts about them or any cool info you wanna share? (Saw you were open to asks, so I thought I'd drop one hæhæ)

Oh yes, hello! I guess you're right. And that although she's the Tav in most all of my stories (especially my longform fics).

So let me introduce my wonderful girl to you. And yes: her name is indeed just Tav. Don't come for me - I didn't plan for any of this but now here we are. I am just Poro and she is just Tav.

I'm always happy about questions about my girl tho - I do have a background story and all flashed out for her. I just... never talked about it??

Oh, and she's been my profile pic from very early one, I am still in love with the wonderful drawing @azaani-art did of her!

Full Name: Tav (yes, that's it, maybe she takes on Ancunín sometime, eh?) Race: Woodelf Class: Ranger (Urban tracker background) Height: 5'5 Pronouns: She/Her

More about her personality and backstory below the cut!

Personality: She's witty, rebellious, will stab you if the need arises or pickpocket all your gold if you're mean to her. But she still believes that there's ultimately good in the world. A hope that sometimes makes her take stupid and naive risks. And never has she experienced a love like she has with Astarion - and she's sure she'll never will again. Might be it started as a silly crush because she never experienced someone giving her this kind of attention, but now... She'd kill for him and die for him - although she'd very much prefer the first.

Story: Tav was the daughter to a loveless affair of a very high-up wood elf noble, her father, and her high-elf mother from Baldur's Gate. Immediately abandoned by her mother after birth on the steps of a cloister in the city where she spent the first few years of her life. A life where she was treated harshly from the very first steps on she could take. So still being a child, she fled the abuse and started to live on the streets of Baldur's Gate where she not only had to grow up quickly but learn how to be proficient with sleight of hand, stealth and running away as fast as possible when the former two skills weren't enough. She always did what it takes even though it meant making objectively stupid decisions. She's hardened, cold, with a sharp tongue and violent if need be to those she perceives as a threat because you had to be if you didn't want to be taken advantage off as a woman. But this also means she's made herself unapproachable, so never really has she experienced someone giving her attention for anything but her skillset, complimenting her, wooing her. But to those she perceives as her friends or close ones she's a helpless people-pleaser and pushover rising from a desperate desire to not be left alone again; deeply believing she's only worth as much as she can be of use. She joined a band of thieves for which she and her friends she found there took on highbrow heists - until the day Tav was taken and a parasite in her brain but much more a sassy vampire shook her and her beliefs to the core.

A few more funfacts:

the piercings she has, she's done herself (thank the gods she didn't die of an infection

the tattoos she has she had done very young when she felt rebellious after she first found out about her real father - back then she thought it would make her look fierce; now she knows it was a little stupid but they're a part of her now; Astarion likes to let his thumbs run along them and calls her his "little fiend"

her main role during her thieving times was stakeout and keeping an eye on the others from above with her bow - during long and boring stakeout times she picked up drawing as a hobby: she just drew what she saw, so she could keep an eye on stuff but also busy herself

the scar is from her time when she first fled the cloister and joined a group of street kids (all boys) and she was repeatedly forced to show how brave she was; always having to be at least twice as couragous as the others just to make up for her being a girl

she has a definite problem with authorities

and she could probably drink you under the table

she's not good at taking care of herself, so Astarion calls her his street cat - and has to teach her a thing or two about self-care

[thediaryofhenry]

Hello all!

Sorry for the lack of updates, it's been business as usual in Poro's world. He's been shedding, which is less than ideal when you have a black wardrobe and bed set, and refuses to let me pluck his tufts. So he's had a lot of dates with the lint roller.

He also survived his first weekend without me, he hardly noticed I was gone (nice 🥲) and was nearly abducted by the petsitter for being such a cutie.

I plan on getting him a Halloween costume (if he approves) so stay tuned

[mxgalodon]

Intro Post

Hello. It's Megalo Don. I extend my heartfelt apologies to my arch nemesi, Hope and Jones, for the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated! I took a vacation. The itinerary was 'going into hiding to avoid being captured by Dr. Mommy Issues from another dimension'. Read a few books. Self-reflected. Tried meditation... unsuccessfully. Watched a few movies. Remembered I hated movies. It was all very enlightening.

I should stay in hiding longer, but I'm BORED. I miss my people! I miss my radio! I miss my car! Plus, I've seen other me-snapshots around here. I want in on the fun! As such, I would like to extend my talents to this 'Underground'. Or 'Avengers' (what are you calling yourselves right now, anyway?). I believe we can put our differences aside for the greater good of ripping that 'doctor' into tiny pieces and feeding him to my fishies. You get your lackluster island, I get fish food... deal?

You can find the terms of my alliance and other pertinent information under the following:

Good to Know Info

About

Playlist (Spotify)

Scarr's Playlist (Spotify, she's not here, she just asked me to add this)

The strange creature that is assisting me with this blog also has some words:

// Howdy, I'm the mun of this blog. I go by Poro; feel free to use any pronouns for me, I don't really have a preference. I used to rp on Tumblr a while ago, but took a long break for college. So, I'm trying to get up to speed with the new ruleset. I'm gonna try to keep ooc stuff to a minimum, but I'll occasionally share a doodle or two from my art blog when I have them! :)

// jsyk, I'll add a YouTube version of the playlist(s) soon. I'm also taking song recommendations. I'm still trying to branch out from years of listening to exclusively Adam Young and videogame soundtracks, lol

// Please feel free to approach me via DM or ask!

[risingshine]

Poros have returned back to big doggo human! Does she have the poro plushie? Want to give to tiny human so he can sleep easier!

"Hello Hello! yes! here is poro plushie! Its almost as snuggly as a usual poro! I also wove some hinu wool in it ta be just as warm as a poro!"

[tiredheroes]

Is Conflict! Is pro hero! Is snuggly and adorable! Has helmet! and cape! Thus is hero.

Is also technically U.A's hall monitor. Is big job! Was going to be a teacher from far away place but... is poro.

Gives snuggles to the flavor hero! Clearly, can learn the ways of heroics from Conflict!

Flavorant was on her way to the break room after her last lecture went well, until she was taken by surprise by Conflict as she was coming down the hall.

"Well, hello there," she gave a warm smile, "aren't you the cutest?"

[trustscale]

League of legends baron poro icon bot games

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS BARON PORO ICON BOT GAMES UPDATE

Winning a game of Ascension while also never allowing the enemy team to kill the Ancient Ascended? Much harder to do. “ Ion Cannon ready!”Īccording to Riot, the Perfect Ascension icon is one of the rarest icons in the game - something that doesn’t surprise me at all, since it was nigh-impossible to get. Powerful blasts of energy coming from the sky are usually pretty awesome, if my time with Command and Conquer 3: Tiberium Wars taught me anything. The URF icon’s was a bit lame, and the Heartsplosion a bit overrated, but the Orbital Laser? Man, you had me with just the name.Įven after URF ended and the icon became nothing more than an icon, it still looks fabulous. this year was accompanied by a special wrinkle - using one of the three Finisher icons in an URF game would allow your kills to be marked with a spectacular special effect. Plus, it shows the rest of your friend’s list that you’re a team player - after all, someone’s gotta tank, and who better to do it than the guy with the tank icon? Using this icon makes you want to wade into the middle of a teamfight and start bashing heads - which is exactly what a tank does, as it turns out. That hammer is absolutely fantastic-looking, and coupled with the shield it makes for a glorious icon. Of the six Team Builder icons that are available, the Tank icon takes the cake for being most epic.

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS BARON PORO ICON BOT GAMES UPDATE

They also represent the best tribe in the Freljord - I mean, let’s be honest, who wants to support Ashe after her VO update made her sound like a prepubescent girl? Unlike the Avarosan tribe’s weak-ass bow icon or the Frostguard’s ice vagina, the crossed axes of the Winter’s Claw icon strike fear into the hearts of those who see it. However, once I’d made my decision, I knew I’d made the right one. I was of the latter camp, and changed my mind more than a few times about who I wanted to back. Some people knew right off the bat which queen they wanted to support, while some took a while to decide. However, there are a few of them that have a particular soft spot in my heart as being particularly cool or hilarious, so let’s dive into the list, shall we?Ĭhoosing your clan was the most fun part of the Freljord event. These little guys are one of the first things that other Summoners see about you, and are therefore one of the best ways to express yourself. Hello everyone, and welcome back to another Top 5 Thursday! Today, we’ll be covering one of the most visible parts of being a Summoner, and yet one that is rarely noticed: Summoner icons.

[snugglyporos]

@weavertali

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 that rose proud and lonely from the sands. She intended to spend the night here, and proceeded to climb higher and shape a shelter out of some willing earth. The routinely errand was interrupted by something completely out of the ordinary; a cubic stone, seeming animated and alive, roused by her activity. For a second Taliyah was scared, until she noticed the gentle eyes staring into hers. Fear was replaced by adoration. How incredible was this creature, and how lucky was she to meet it! Even better, it seemed not to shun her, but to seek her arms for some snuggles. ❛ Hello, friend! Oh, how cute you are! I'm sorry I disturbed your rocks, I hope you'll welcome me here for one night. ❜

The cube poro doesn't seem to grasp why she is sorry; has not disturbed anything. Honestly, it doesn't get many visitors up here. Most rock poros are either digging the quarry or sleeping under the sun; do not do much else. Are not dynamic like their northern, snowy cousins.

But that was all in the background; this human clearly was not a threat to a rock poro, so snuggles were given. As were chitters and paw wiggles. Are very stiff though; clearly, rock poros had an accent. But it seems mostly curious why she is here; is pretty high up, and also not much is here beyond the rock poros. Who might be the voices she may have been hearing under the earth.

[pocketramblr]

Hello! AU where Iruma was adopted by Sullivan as a baby, please!

oh so many options here...

1- Iruma’s parents misplace a baby. Sullivan decides it’s not like they’d miss him anyway, and brings him back home. Iruma has no clue how awful his parents were. In fact, he never knows anything about them- it’s always just been him, Grandpa, Opera, and Ali-san. When a tiny Iruma asks where he came from, Grandpa Sullivan says he wished so hard for a grandson, and found Iruma the next day. It’s technically not a lie... But it’s far from the truth.

2- Baby Iruma’s clothes are all laundered in that perfume to keep the human scent off. The Ring of Soloman, where Ali-san lives, is kept on a beaded necklace, almost constantly on him. He grows up speaking the language of the demons. Opera and Sullivan teach him how to read, and how to cast spells. Over time, the perfume is needed less and less often. This Iruma doesn’t have that uncanny dodging ability. But some things don’t change- Iruma could still eat forever, bottomless stomach.

3- Iruma doesn’t go out in public very often. Sometimes he’ll be watched at Bablys by a teacher or other staff member, and Sullivan often would invite some of his young friends over to visit, so he wasn’t lonely. But he didn’t get out much either. The one exception is for his birthday every year, when Sullivan can’t resist from throwing extravagant and huge birthday parties. It feels a little weird to Iruma, the strangers who thank him for being born, but he likes all the food and getting to see all his friends at once!

4- Of course the Thirteen Crowns are all invited to his party too. On his sixth birthday, Baal starts to suspect something is up- more up than Sullivan kidnapping a demon child from some orphanage or something like he assumed previously. On his twelfth birthday, Baal confirms his suspicions: Iruma has King Delkira’s Mana. To start a little plot, Baal sets up dominos- have Kiriwo, new to the party, bring friendly Iruma away from the crowd to help him ‘look for something’ he lost, Atori to have a conversation with Sullivan in another room where Poro and Iruma, separately, can overhear. Atori says he knows Iruma has Delkira’s Mana and asks how that’s possible, considering Delkira himself cursed Sullivan so he shouldn’t be able to touch it- or is the boy his long ploy to loophole, and get everything back?

Sullivan reacts by... squishing the spider. But Poro leaves the party early, and Iruma is, for the first time, truly scared. Kiriwo is enchanted by his expression of terror and confusion, even if he quickly covers it up and returns to the party.

5- That night in his room, Iruma asks Ali-san what he should do. Ali-san keeps trying to tell Iruma that he’s safe at home, but realizes that perhaps what Iruma needs is to step outside the sheltered bubble. But also be kept away from danger, since Iruma didn’t listen when he tried to warn him away from Kiriwo. So he says if Iruma promises to listen to him, he’ll sneak him out the safe way and help him avoid trouble from either Grandpa Sullivan or Baal’s group.

Iruma agrees, and runs away.

Much to the displeasure of just about everyone else the next morning when this is discovered- Sullivan, Opera, Baal, Poro, Kiriwo, Kalego, Azz, everyone.

+1- im pretty sure Ali-san leads Iruma to Balam so

[skeletonsweatshirt]

Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 1

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags: Extroverted Jayce, New Dorm Room, Y/N is still moving in, Impatient Heimey, First Day jitters, Viktor says literally nothing, That mf silent, Confused Reader, *Insert vine of that one lady yelling about how Arkansas and Kansas are pronounced differently*, yes I just made a vine reference, it's my goddamn fic. Also, Heimerdinger has a bouncy mustache. I am my own proofreader, Grammarly is a frequent life saver (not sponsored)

Warnings: None really. Heimer mentions the reader that getting a full-ride scholarship is a "big responsibility" and there's like a few very brief symptoms of anxiety but it's never like a panic attack it's just the reader being nervous about starting school. Also, v quick mention of chaos and destruction spurred by the reader learning what Jayce and Vik are working on. Nothing in detail, just the idea that putting magic in the hands of normies might end badly.

A/N: Hey you little stinkies. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. School just started and I've been busy not getting an F and also looking for a job and shit. Either way, I'm back now and I'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently but if it doesn't happen don't get butt hurt cuz chances are I will be back eventually. I'll try to get Chapter 2 out soon but idk we'll see what happens. Anyways enjoy the read.

You double and triple-check your bag to be sure of its contents on the way to the sleek, white, and gold vanity pushed against your wall. You double and triple check your uniform is right. White Shirt, White Vest, Red Tie, Black Bottoms. Alright, looking good. You give yourself possibly the quickest thumbs up in the reflection before racing towards the door of the new dorm room you weren't quite used to the layout of yet. 

Another set of three knocks arrives on the outside of your hefty door before you manage to open it. On the other side is a yordle, about two and a half feet shorter than you, with a poro standing loyally at his right side. You smile down at the dean of the school, the fluffball known as Cecil B Heimerdinger, or just Professor Heimerdinger to you.

"Oh, hello sir. Good morning." You beam down at the man.

"Good morning, Y/N. I hope you are settling in well." The yordle remarks cheerfully. 

"I'm doing my best. A bit hard to get around with boxes at your feet, though." You chuckle to hide the grimace that you're wearing in your brain. You severely underestimated how difficult it would be to unload a few boxes of your things into your new home for the next 4+ years.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Come, come, child, we should start the tour." He offers, waving you forward to follow him. 

You swiftly nod and step out of your dorm room, making sure the door is locked behind you. You follow the man, attempting to match his pace so you don't fall forward or behind him. You quickly dart your eyes between the floor and him, not sure yet which you're supposed to look at.

"First things first, congratulations on your scholarship. It's not every day someone gets to come here nearly for free. That's a big responsibility, you know." The yordle states, or jokes. You can't really tell quite yet, you're still getting used to him. 

"I know, sir. And I just wanted to thank you for approving it. I think I can truly achieve great things here." You exclaim.

"That's what we're hoping for. That is why you'll be assisting two of our greatest minds in the lab." He notes. Something you are just now realizing is that somehow Heimerdinger's mustache manages to bounce every time he speaks. Hopefully, you are never in a serious meeting with him. "But first I want to show you around. Make sure you understand where all your classes are and how to get there."

You nod in understanding. As you look around, you start to notice other students clearly staring at you and the professor. Some, who must not know who you are, are looking at you like you'd just been involved in the biggest scandal in your life. Others look at you absolutely bewildered. And you are pretty sure you see a few students, older and not, checking their right hands to see if their string lines up with yours, and when it doesn't, they simply look at you disappointed.

You look at your own hand. Surprisingly, you're following your string right down the middle. If this string wasn't like...magic or something...and the slack just kept dragging along, it would be straight between your legs. That's how exact you are. A soft whistle comes from below you, and just as Heimerdinger catches your attention, you turn a corner and begin walking away from where the string was leading.

About an hour and a half goes by before you finish locating all your classes, the cafeteria, and the library. If there was one thing to admire about Heimerdinger, it would be how damn thorough he is. 

"Now, we are headed to the lab where you will be conducting research. Jayce and Viktor should be there since their classes haven't started yet." The professor lends you a kind smile as he begins walking you through the expansive corridors of the school. 

You give an excited nod. An actual lab for you to work in! Not some bullshit one you put together in your parent's cramped attic because your mother stated she'd rather have the top of the house blow up than the bottom. You swiftly swing your bag towards your front, unclipping the fastens and digging through the many papers, notebooks, and folders you had somehow managed to cram inside. 

You procure a leatherbound journal, no larger than your face, and open it. This journal contains all the notes you have taken on topics you wished to research or experiment with in the past year. Some of the topics you had been able to approach at your home lab, but some you had saved until you had access to a professional lab. Like the one at the academy.

You skim through the pages, a feather-like finger tracing over the lines of the topics that caught your eye. You realize about halfway through flicking through that you don't even know if any of your studies match up with Jayce and Viktor's.

"Sir, may I ask what exactly what Jayce and Viktor are working on in their lab space?" You question the older man without removing your face from the journal. 

"They are designing a company they call 'Hextech" The yordle makes air quotes with his fingers. "The goal of their project is to discover a way to put the Arcane into the hands of the people through innovative technology." 

You pause. The Arcane? Like...magic? You let the journal fall limply to your side as you look at the professor. "Isn't that like...really dangerous?" Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you ask. You remember reading about things like this in old history books. Putting magic in the hands of the non-magic users usually just ended in chaos and destruction.

Heimerdinger looks at you with a look of confusion. Not in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't know what you're talking about. On the contrary, he knows exactly what you're talking about. He's probably older than those books you were reading. The look he gives you makes you think that he's the only one ever asking that question. 

"Ahem," The man clears his throat. "Usually it is. And honestly, I was opposed to the idea at first. However, Jayce and Viktor are some of the brightest minds in the Academy. They have promised me that everything is under control, and they take extra precaution when handling their projects."

A muffled crashing sound comes from down the hallway. Judging by the look on your superior's face, said crash is coming from Viktor and Jayce's lab. 

"Extra precaution, huh?" You chortle as you shove your journal back into your bag as you and Heimer make way down the corridor slightly faster than you were.

Once you make it to the lab, you straighten out your outfit and open the door, allowing Heimerdinger to walk in before you. As you walk into the open room, you recognize what the noise must've been. A bag of tools bulkier than you had ever seen had tipped over, sending a sea of metal over the lab's solid flooring.

Your bag immediately makes its way off your shoulder and onto the ground beside you. You crouch down, assisting the more muscular of the two men with collecting the items that had come out of the bag in the fall. You both stand once every tool is back in its rightful place.

"Thank you." The man sticks out a hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Jayce Talis. And you are?"

"Y/N L/N." A familiar older voice rings out behind you. "They are your new assistant. Y/N, these are Jayce," He gestures to the man in front of you. "and Viktor." He gestures over to a man sitting on a metal stool who somehow looks both older and younger than Jayce. He has soft-looking quafts of chestnut brown hair that seem to waterfall down his scalp in a way that's both messy and put together. Like he tried to groom himself but gave up halfway through.

You throw a quick grin at the slender man before giving him a brief run-over with your eyes. Then you go back to turn your head and face Jayce. Then you don't. What was supposed to be a quick glance to just get a general idea of your soon-to-be lab partner turns into you turning your head so fast you nearly get whiplash. All because your glance at the man was interrupted with a shade of crimson that is now scarily familiar.

And to your surprise, the color wasn't a trick your eyes decided to play on your brain. Tied around Viktor's book-holding right pinky finger is a piece of cardinal-colored string that drapes to the floor below him and creates an obvious path between the two of you.

You stare at the string for a time, admiring the trail left across the tile floors before a voice penetrates your internal cloud of questions, answers, and miscellaneous thoughts and feelings that weren't either of the first two but you didn't really have time to sort them because holy shit. 

"Mx. L/N." Heimer addresses you in a tone that makes it seem like he has been calling your name for the past hour.

You snap out of your haze just enough. You force your eyes away from the ribbon and onto your superior. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

"I have to get going. I trust you are in good hands here. Jayce and Viktor will show you around, and I'm sure you will get acclimated to life in the Academy in no time. You all know where my office is if you are to need me." The yordle notes and walks out of the large doors behind you. 

You wave goodbye to the dean and his pet and then face your full attention towards your more muscular partner. You decide to ignore the other one for now, even if that means getting holes burnt through your skull by his darting glances. That is something to deal with later.

[demuredrug]

Fireworks - Ch.1

Hello everyone! I am very much aware that lightcannon or lux x jinx is such a rare pair that probably no one will read this, but i was so desperate for some content including these too that i couldn't help. It's a bit of a modern au that keeps some stuff from canon so i hope it won't be that confusing. Also !! i am by no means promoting/glamorising drugs, but i did feel, given how shimmer is in the canon universe, that it could be used for a good plot. Anways, i hope you enjoy this first chapter out of many!

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Rehabilitation has never been a word in Jinx’s vocabulary. She wasn’t aware there was something to rehabilitate anyway, but over time, Vi managed, somehow, to convince her that she should give it a shot. Vi wasn’t persuasive, but having a cop girlfriend that could pull some strings for a quick intervention was helpful.

It wasn’t easy at all to flush the Shimmer out of your body. The first few days, Jinx’s only wish was to rip all her hair out, eyebrows included, and never interact with another human being. Ever. She felt feverish, her hands and feet prickling as if she was constantly surrounded with pins threatening to stick right through her limbs. That was the detox, the worse part in her opinion.

Then, there was what rehab really meant. She eased into it slowly. The art therapy sessions were rather fun, despite Vander being slightly concerned by her artistic choices, and Poro, the centre’s golden retriever, was one of the few dogs Jinx could stand.

She had a roof over her head, food on her plate three times a day and regular visits from Vi, a privilege she has been previously cut off from when her sister started her training to become a police officer. A little ironic to be so close to becoming a cop, yet have a druggie sister, but that was the charm of life, Jinx thought.

After a while, Jinx’s days in the facility started seeping into each other, becoming the longest and most boring episode of a sitcom ever. Yesterday looked so much like today and probably like tomorrow too, all cartoon tapes, cheap paints and soggy pizza slices. If Jinx hated something, she hated monotony and that was what rehab handed her on cold, inox plates. No amount of runs with Poro or art classes with Vander could replace the feeling Shimmer used to pump through her brain. The short-lived sizzle of a nice activity was nothing but a firecracker compared to the fireworks a pump of Shimmer brought her a mere month ago.

That was until one morning when she was returning from her daily exercise session, she found the other bed in her room occupied. No wonder there was a nurse hanging by her front door. She was going to have a roomie.

Unfortunately, her roomie didn’t seem as pleased by the prospect. The blonde was visibly distressed, tired eyes trained to the linoleum floor and hands clasped together so tight, as if she was trying to compress the whole world into a ball the size of a kiwi. She didn’t even flinch when Jinx loudly marched inside or when said girl yelped at the foreign presence in her room, too lost in whatever thoughts a freshly out of detox person can have. Probably ugly ones.

Jinx doubted she would have got any reaction from the girl unless she had taken the matter into her own two hands and attempted to break the ice. She reached out her hand, a crooked smile appearing on her slightly worn out features.

‘’Hello there! I’m Jinx, your ugh... new room mate I assume! Welcome to prison- I meant rehab!’’ Jinx resisted slapping a hand over her mouth, having not yet quite shook off the habit of talking without properly thinking beforehand.

Her eyes darted from the girl still sitting on the edge of the bed to her hand, messily painted nails starkly contrasting with her pale skin. Will the blonde think she’s grubby? She already probably thought that, given she hadn’t tidied her room in a while and one of the walls was full of shitty sketches and all her mismatched socks were on the floor and-

‘’Hi. I’m... Lux.’’ The girl, who now had a name, murmured, finally lifting her head so Jinx could take a good look at the person she was going to share a room with.

‘’Wait, you look kind of familiar!’’

[justporo]

I'm just putting this out here, and I know my friend @bearhugsandshrugs has had similar experiences and pointed it out as well. So it's not just me who feels like that.

This is not vague-blogging about anyone, just a general note. And please take this with the love it's meant with:

If you sent in *really* specific requests where a whole plot or situation is already laid out, it's often not fun to write and will likely lead to me not filling it.

Why? Because you're leaving me almost no wiggle room to make something out of it. Requests are not commissions. If you come to someone's inbox and layout everything to the last detail it's basically like you're just asking writers to ghostwrite for you. It's not inspiring and not creative - and therefore missing the crucial part writers enjoy...

If you have a very specific idea I have two suggestions for you: either commission a writer to write something detailed to your wish or - and listen, this is how I got here in the first place - why don't you write it yourself? Obviously you had an amazing idea, you already put some thought into it: create something out of it!

But requesting something like this will most likely just lead me to not fill the request or do my own spin on it anyway. So maybe take a sec before sending a request because I guess almost all writers love receiving them but leave them the room to do their creative thing - because that's why you like their work, yes?

And while we're here (and I swear then I'm done venting): If you write a request it's nice to be nice. A little hello and a please goes a long way. You don't need to bring your firstborn as an offering but just dropping an incomplete sentence with nothing else is like... I'm not ChatGPT, dawg, I'm not a content machine and I'd like to not be treated as such!

All that being said: I love receiving requests, really, also love receiving your thoughts and ideas but please excuse me if I will be more eclectic about it - because, after all, this is still something I do in my free time for fun. And I want it to still be fun in the future.

Alrighty, I'm done. Hope you understand. Poro out ✌️

[ransprang]

hello! I was wondering if I could please request a romantic matchup for arcane?

I go by she/they pronouns and I am pansexual. I am an aries and an INFP 6w5.

I'm not really shy but I can be quite awkward which leads me to being a bit cold towards people at first since I don't like them to see that side of me. My moods vary depending on the day. Some days I have loads of energy and I am just wanting to be off doing things and being productive. Other days I am lazy and won't leave the house. Some of my hobbies are digital art, playing my ukulele, bike riding, reading, writing, cleaning my room, researching psychology related stuff. I tend to doubt myself a lot, yet I also have the mindset were everything will work out ok in the end so even if I am unmotivated wit life I can still envision a future where I am successful (if that makes sense) and then I become motivated again (it's a vicious cycle). I am also really good at keeping my composure. it is very hard to provoke reactions out of me so I guess that's why everyone says I am really calming. As for my type: I tend to like intellectuals or just people who can protect me because I like to feel safe. I hate anything too slow, I don't have much patience and also hot weather, overly obnoxious people or people who constantly hug. My love language is probably words of affirmation and acts of service...maybe physical affection if I love you.

I am sorry if this is too long, and take as much time as you need! thank you so much in advance :)

hey thanks for the request!

your arcane match up is............Heimerdinger!!

SFW

- Heimerdinger is a smart man he knows that under your awkward and cold exterior you are actually a pretty nice person. Thus he tries to get you to warm up to him over time. He’ll happily be the one to start conversations with you.

- Heimerdinger is a busy man so when you’re feeling lazy he can go and entertain himself outdoors. He’ll leave Poro with you though. Poro is very cute to cuddle with :)

- He is clearly super into researching so he can help you out as well or give you new ideas. You may think he doesn’t know anything about psychology but he is an incredibly intelligent man.

- You can use Heimerdinger's fallen whiskers as ukulele strings.

- He is a very motivated man with much to do in life. He admires how determined you are to reach success as well. If he’s able to motivate depressed Russian men (Viktor) he can most certainly motivate you when you’re feeling down.

- Don’t underestimate this lil furball. While he is intelligent he is also very protective. If you fall down on your back, he immediately rolls under you to break your fall.

your intellectual,

admin sar

[moved2fshfish]

QUINN HELLO!! If this isn’t a bother, who is your favourite character of mine? :O ALSO DO YOU THINK THE LOCH NESS MONSTER IS REAL? Hope you have a good day >w<

AHH hi!!! dude this is such a hard question /lh all ur ocs arw lovely!!!! i will say heart is super pretty and i did enjoy drawing them however :D

UMM personally i dont really :"0 im not much of a, supernatural believer !!!! not to sound like a cringey nerd stereotype but i feel like ghosts and mythical creatures and demons can all be explained by science ,, like "oh my god ghe door opened by itself 😱" air pressure? wind? loose hinges? pet? all more plausible than a dead person come back as a transparent creature that pushed it open pfft

I GOT OFF TOPIC but tue same thing applies to the loch ness monster , tricks of the eyes and all that, hallucinations,.. HOWEVER! thats not to say that the legend isnt facistanting, because it is, and i do really enjoy doing research into things like that (i had a very strong "atlantis is real and im going to find it" phase LMAO. i also believed fairies were real and captured by pirates for years, me and my friend alice made up a language so that the pirates couldnt understand us for when we went to rescue the fairies from them - i dont remember much but the word for piarate was "poro!") !! i feel like the loch ness monster could be a really fun topic to binge watch youtube videos on for a n all nigher or something

SORRY THIS TURNED INTO AFULL ON RAMBLE WHDJSK

[irumatheassassin]

Chapter 16: "The Assassin Who Would Be Blood Adopted"

Balam: (*surprised*) Wow.

Bachinko: (*surprised*) Damn Iruma.

Kalego: (*surprised*) Iruma... what are they doing here?

Iruma: U-Um...

Soi: I called them here Professor Kalego, Iruma didn't do anything.

Ameri: We want to help Iruma with the ritual. As the student council president I want to ensure one of our former members will get through this process smoothly as do the rest of us members.

Student Council: Y-Yes!

Alice: As his soulmate, I shall always be by his side!

Clara: And be sure to keep him safe!

Lied: So don't worry, we'll all be there to help him. Right guys?

Misfit Class: Yes!

Dali: And we teachers must look out for our students.

Teachers: Of course!

Kalego: (*whispers to Soi*) Do they even know why the ritual is even happening in the first place?

Soi: (*whispers back*) No sir, I made sure of that. Originally I was only going to ask President Ameri and the Misfit Class but... a lot of things got out of hand. But the more hands to help the magic support, the better chances Iruma will live.

Soi: (Not to mention how ridiculous it was from just a mere talk with the President ended up like this...)

Kalego: (*whispers*) I suppose that's true. I never seen the Blood Adoption ever had this many helpers before.

Kalego: (Not many demons are kind enough to help another demon go through such a ritual and the people who do normally die from magic imbalance. Then again, I suppose it's Iruma we're talking about here.)

Sullivan: I see we have more than enough helpers. Now then let's all go inside shall we?

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Opera: (*already made the ritual preparations*) Kalego-. (*sees everyone come in*) Are they all here to help?

Kalego: Yes. Now let's not waste anymore time.

Iruma: (*looks to everyone and smiles*) No matter what happens today, I just want to say how grateful it was to met with you all. I'll always treasure our time together. (*looks to Professor Kalego*) Thank you, Professor Kalego for doing this.

Kalego: Iruma... You are the most troublesome student I ever met. But... I too am grateful to have met you. No matter what happens, I'll always be you father in the end.

Iruma: Thank you...

Iruma & Kalego: (*walks into the circle as both of them cut both their palms and give each other blood ritual marks on their face to finally have both sides hold hands to connect the cuts together*)...

Sullivan, Opera, Bachinko, The Student Council, The Misfit Class & The Teachers: (*surrounds Kalego and Iruma outside the circle holding hands as they concentrate their power to the circle*) ...

Kalego: (*eyes closed*) Blood chains bound the other to me. Rise beyond destiny, change it to be mine. Let me take this one as my own, pour sins, power and darkness. Bear my family bloodline as your own and be reborn!

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Iruma: (*opens their eyes to see themselves in a dark void*) H-Huh? Where... am I? Last I remember was... doing the ritual... Oh gods! Did I die just now?!

Iruma (Wicked Phase): Not exactly.

Iruma: Me?!

Iruma (Wicked Phase): Of course, I am a part of you. The same as those two.

Iruma: Two?

Ali: Iru-boy, you finally woke up.

Iruma: Ali? Then who's-.

Delkira: Hello Iruma Suzuki, we finally get to meet.

Iruma: Wait a sec-! You're the guy I saw at the Harvest Festival! I wasn't hallucinating that!

Delkira: Yes, at that moment my soul connected with yours and I became a part of you. Allow me to properly introduce, I'm the former Demon King Delkira.

Iruma: D-D-D-DEMON KING?!

Iruma (Wicked Phase): Yeah, it's better to not mention it to the others about this. Well maybe the old man and that Poro guy.

Ali: True. But even still all 4 of us won't see each other again afterwards.

Iruma: Huh? Why not?

Ali: This is a blood adoption ritual, meaning you'll be having Demon DNA and magic stored into your body, essentially becoming a half demon. Well, me, Irumean and Delkira are made of demon magic, so we'll be combined with that magic. The ring will break and all four of use will be one whole being.

Iruma: So you'll be gone forever, Ali...

Ali: Not in a physical sense, but we'll be fused, so we'll always be literally together. You'll have my abilities, gain Irumean's phase and personality as well as Delkira's power and memories.

Iruma: The Demon King's... memories?

Iruma (Wicked Phase): (*all four are fading*) Looks like we're out of time.

Delkira: Iruma, I know we just met each other and haven't really bonded as much but can you promise me something before we all say goodbye?

Iruma: Sure?

Delkira: Tell Sully I'm sorry for putting him through so much. And tell Poro that I was happy to have spend my musical days with him.

Iruma: ...Okay, I promise.

Ali: Farewell everyone. It was nice to see you all.

Iruma, Iruma (Wicked Phase) & Delkira: Goodbye.

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Kalego: (*shaking Iruma's lifeless body*) Iruma! Iruma! Wake up dammit! Son! I'm sorry! Just dammit! Wake up and tell us your okay!

Opera: Kalego...

Iruma: (*the ring breaks as Iruma's body begins to glow intensely with magic*) ...

Everyone: (*shocked*) ?!

Kalego: What's happening?!

Sullivan: The ritual... has been completed.

Balam: But the ritual-.

Sullivan: You guys did everything correct, the only thing to hope was that Iruma's soul was strong enough to handle the ritual. And now he's going the through with the rest of the transformation.

Iruma: (*grows two sets of black feather wings faded with dark blue to purple, his hair and eyes is also slight faded to purple, with the eye shape now like a demons with black tattoos covering most of his body, and his ears and teeth are now slightly pointy too*) RAWWWWWWRRRR!!!!

Sullivan: (This power... is that...)

The 13 Crowns & The 2 of the Three Heroes: (*also sense Delkira's power in Iruma*) W-What the-?!

Poro: (*elsewhere as he senses Delkira's power inside Iruma*) D-Delkira?!

Iruma: (*magic finally subsides and Iruma falls back asleep in Kalego's arms that caught him, with the wings going back into his new wing roots and the tattoos disappearing*) ...

Kalego: Rest son... You did a great job today...

[the-heart-in-the-blizzard]

Is proto poro! Is big poro. Is also gruff. Has beard though. Grunts at the big human! Gives nudges. Seems to be snuggles in the mind of the proto poro. Clearly, is still a poro despite being very simple for a poro.

A poro is a poro no matter what shape and size it is! "Hello there my friend!" He'd greet with such joy before turning to embrace the larger creature, leaning back to give it a small lift into the air before putting the poro down and petting it. "Braum has been busy, but hopefully my tiny and big friends are still doing well, yes? Or are you here to be getting tips on how to make you mustache better? Geh heh heh ha!"