#average father and son quality time

[yingxtkm]

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[battleangel]

A History of Violence

I wonder if Kris Jenkins who was recently drafted in the second round by the Bengals, same name & same position as his father who was a Pro Bowler who played 10 seasons for the Panthers, Patriots & Jets, ever bothered to read what his father told the New York Times in 2011 about what it was like playing in the trenches in the NFL?

Kris Jenkins - View of Life in the NFL Trenches

Article Excerpt

"N.F.L. fans, people outside, they have no clue what goes on. This isn’t like playing Madden. This isn’t like being the popular kid in high school. When you do those things in the real world, and it don’t work out, you still have your health. The thing about football is you’re directly playing with your life, the quality of it and the longevity of it. The stakes are up there.

You ever been in a car crash? Done bumper cars? You know when that hit catches you off guard and jolts you, and you’re like, what the hell? Football is like that. But 10 times worse. It’s hell."

Nothing is questioned, nothing is learned.

Cycle and history of violence from father to son continues.

The son will just repeat everything his father went through.

Life in the trenches, on the line.

His fathers New York Times article was only written 13 years ago — did his son even bother to read it?

Article:

"The debate about concussions wasn’t there yet. I’ve had more than 10, including college and the pros. Nobody cared. And that’s the thing. We play football."

Are we as an audience, as fans, as a nation of football loving fanatics so blasé about the same violence that was visited upon the father being visited upon his son?

Does that not even get us to collectively pause before checking pre-season match ups in preparation for Week 1 next month?

America's collective Christmas in September — footballs back!!!!!!!

Do actual thoughts ever creep in amongst the unbridled ebullience, enthusiasm and unchecked joy of, "Football!!!!!!!!!!!!".

Or is the unthinking emotion inherent in football fanaticism across all levels, players and non-players alike, the point?

The pure emotion and the short circuiting of logic.

Its probably not a great idea for me to go bash my head against that dudes head 70 to 80 times a game, every game, every season.

But, its football!!!!!!!!!

So, nothing else matters?

Unlike rules now protecting quarterbacks and other positions from helmet to helmet hits, absolutely nothing has changed for offensive & defensive linemen and running backs — you're still smashing yourself head first into a concrete wall — as a running back, 20 to 30 times a game and as a lineman, 70 to 80 times a game.

No matter how much the NFL lies about this and tries to pretend the issue is concussions, its not — the existential issue threatening the sport of football itself is the repetitive SUBconcussive head impacts involved in every blocking and tackling play in football.

They are absolutely unavoidable and occur literally over a thousand times every single season.

It is these repetitive subconcussive head impacts — average 1500 hits to the head per season in high school, football & the pros — that 10 to 15 years after their playing careers are over, can cause neurological disorders and conditions like CTE, Parkinsons disease, Alzheimers disease, ALS and dementia in former players.

We have seen the movie before.

Im pretty sure Will Smith was in it.

And even that movie was nothing but masterful subterfuge from the NFL as they named it as their eternal smokescreen — Concussion — instead of what actually turned Mike Websters brain into CTE mush — Repetitive Subconcussive Head Impacts.

Doesn't have the same Hollywood ring to it, does it?

But it doesn't make it any less true or the NFL any less deceptive.

The NFL's own disability paperwork for former players says players can be compensated as early as 36 for early-onset dementia.

Is a game really worth someone losing their literal mind at 36?

When do we question the every day violence inherent in every tackling and blocking play in football?

Article:

"I remember one game, at Carolina, my second year. We played Arizona, and the double team weighed 780 pounds combined. They just kept double-teaming me, hoping I would fold and cave in. I didn’t. But that was probably the most painful day I had.

From the double teams, over the years, I wore the left side of my body down. I was past hurt.

I was at the point of numb. Like my body was shutting down nervous systems, so I didn’t have to deal with pain.

The numbness started at the very beginning. I couldn’t feel part of both arms. I couldn’t feel part of both legs. It was worse on the left.

I’m just starting to get feeling back in my left side. Look, football is no joke.

But I’m going to say this much: somebody has to be the grunt. That’s why there’s no better position on the field than interior defensive line. Forget quarterbacks or specialists. They’ve got it easy. If we don’t come to play, nobody else on defense can do their job. We’ve got the toughest job on the field. We don’t care about our facial hair. We play a grimy position.

Piles, oh, my God, they’re brutal. I’ve had my ankles twisted. I’ve been bit. I’ve done stuff. I’ve tried to break guys’ elbows, pinching people, twisting ankles, trying to bend up their arms, pop an elbow out. Why? I had to fight back."

Tackle football is cognitive dissonance & constant dissociation.

The inherent violence of football is never seriously questioned nor is it held up under a critical lens.

The most violent, punishing plays are casually dismissed post-game by players waving their hands and saying, "It was just a football play."

Yeah — thats actually the exact problem.

Ah, pile ups. Just a good old fashioned rugby scrum.

Nothing dehumanizing, nothing to worry about.

As long as its not my dick being grabbed at the bottom of a pile as I dig my way through my second bag of Fritos Scoops, safe and secure on my couch, while those dumb fucks kill themselves for an oblong shaped ball for my entertainment.

Exploitative, much?

The spectacle of the pile up.

The brainwashing so clearly evident when grown adult men who would be ashamed to act this way publicly over anything else suddenly leap in unison into the air like feral animals as Troy Aikman shouts with unfettered glee, "The ball is loose!!!!!!".

So is our collective humanity in watching a several ton mass of flesh undulate, eye gouge, scrotum twist, bite, spit and hurt each other for...what?

Us? Them? Football?

Article:

"Mentally, we’re conditioned to be tough. We’re conditioned to feel no pain. The only injury I ever felt while playing was when one of my knees tore. That’s the only time I felt pain and was like, O.K., that hurt.

But Mondays, you wake up, and it’s hard to get out of bed. It hurts wherever you got hit. I remember one time getting hit by Edgerrin James. He put his head in my chest. I woke up, and I couldn’t even move, because it felt like my chest was going to collapse. It was sore for days. All you want to do is get the blood circulating.

Hot tub. Cold tub. Hot tub. Cold tub."

Hot tub. Cold tub. Hot tub. Cold tub.

That's brainwashing.

A dissociative brainwashing ritual to dissociate the self from the pain & violence of the game.

It's like Junior Seau when he referred to himself in third person when he was mic'd up for NFL Films before every single hit for the duration of an entire game.

Very creepy if you can find it on youtube.

It literally sounded like he was programming himself to hit, then he would hit the hole, collect himself on the ground and do it.

Hard. Goddamned hard.

Again. And again. And again. And again.

If thats not brainwashing, what is?

Article:

"The brain fog? It still hasn’t stopped. It feels like you’re punch-drunk, like someone hit you over the head. It’s like you knock yourself stupid. When you have to concentrate on things, then it becomes an issue. My head gets foggy to the point where I really can’t function."

And yet you put a helmet on your son's head and you sent him out to play the same position.

Like father, like son.

Just like fathers in the military who have sons who "follow in their footsteps".

Often, articles will speak of a newly drafted player's heritage and lineage in the sport and if his father had a storied career, the hyperbole of the newly drafted son "being born to play" is routinely trotted out.

Smacks of eugenicism, genetic determinism, militarism, rigid heirarchies, dynasties.

Capitalist masculine toxicity.

Article:

"We know it’s going to hurt. We know because pain in football is consistent over time. You’re still hurting in the off-season. You’re hurting when the next season starts.

I mean, guys play hurt, but it’s a choice. They do a pretty good job now, with all the scrutiny around concussions.

On the line, it’s still painful. By the end of the year, half an offensive line might be getting shots, draining fluid from their knees. Most stay away from cortisone now, because it’s degenerative.

Everything gets off center. Bulging disk. Herniated disk. For linemen, it starts in the lower back. Throws everything off."

What did Jason Kelce recently say on his podcast with his wife?

His back is so fucked up from playing football that he cant bend down to pick up his 1 year old daughter nor can he hold her while standing.

Kelce also played on the line as the center for the Eagles.

Is it worth it?

Should children be playing this game?

Should anyone in its current incarnation?

Has science shown that the risk of repetitive subconcussive head impacts causing neurological conditions & disorders is too high for any child to assume?

What about teenagers in high school who are legally minors and not adults?

Should they be able to assume risks as teenagers that can mentally incapacitate them later in life as soon as their 30s?

Potential suicide due to CTE in their 20s?

1500 hits per season every season starting in high school.

So, that's 6k hits to the head in four years of high school football.

Another 6k more hits to the head in four years of college football.

12k hits to the head before the pros not counting youth football prior to high school which is ages 5 to 14 aka Pop Warner.

Even 5 year olds endure on average 336 hits to the head every season in Pop Warner.

5 year olds!

Kindergartners!

Ask yourself where else you could hit a 5 year old child 336 times in the head over the course of a few months without being arrested and jailed?

Is it really okay just because it's football?

Does that truly justify that amount of head impacts to a 5 year old child?

Wouldn't we call that abuse if it was happening in the Boy Scouts or any organization other than Pop Warner?

Should it be happening at all?

In service of whom and for what?

Football? Glory? Masculinity? Manhood? America? Pride? Militarism?

All of the above?

Article:

"I can’t blame anybody for my death. I made the choice to play football. I made the choice to walk through the concussions. I could have stopped. I could have said, my head hurts. It was my choice, as a man."

But who told you that playing through permanent brain injuries is what makes you a man?

Can't we blame that person?

Your father and your coaches from youth, high school, college all the way to the pros?

Militaristic views of masculinity kills boys and young men for the game of football.

It's a militaristic war game that simulates combat yet kills people in slow motion for real.

The violence suffered by players in football is as celebrated as militaristic ideals of what soldiers suffer through in war: valor, courage under fire, physical courage, endurance, stoically fighting through unimaginable injuries & pain, the quarterback heroically leading his squad as their captain marching his troops down the field to victory just like any military commander complete with a chevron like system that awards stars for each year or season of service very similar to how stripes function in the military.

This militaristic ideal of masculinity is endlessly promoted, encouraged, rewarded and valorized in football just as it is in the military.

Football is Americas killing fields.

High school players — teenaged boys, not adult men — die every year playing football.

Over a million boys play high school football each year and only a handful die or suffer permanent, disabling and/or catastrophic injury.

Would you be so glib about the numbers though if it was your son or your brother or your boyfriend or your best friend who died playing high school football?

What if they were permanently paralyzed from the neck down playing college football?

It's easy to treat the above numbers as a statistic or rounding error when you can close out of the Facebook support page for the now dead or disabled high school or college player and get ready for Chiefs/Ravens next month.

What if you couldn't just X out of the Facebook page because you had to quit your job to take care of your disabled son for the rest of your life?

Or what if your brother killed himself from having CTE from playing college football?

The reality is, we can drop a "sad crying" emoji on a Facebook status and move on — the families of the young boys and men sacrificed to this sport definitely can't.

Go ask Tyler Sash's mom if she's "moved on".

Hasn't science proven at this point that tackle football just doesnt work the way it is currently played?

Why are we okay risking future Junior Seaus, Mike Websters, Justin Strelczyks, Phillip Adams, Tyler Hillinskis with every boy and young man that straps on the pads and helmet and charges on to the field?

Is it 10% of players that get CTE? Is it 20%?

Is it more? Is it half?

More than half?

The truth is we wont know until a CTE test is developed for living players.

Pop Warners Chief Medical Director is working with the FDA to develop the test as I type this.

Why do you think that is?

The NFL's own study funded through a university admits that NFL players are 19 times more likely than non-NFL players to develop neurological conditions and disorders.

19 times!!!!!

As long as its not your brain getting scrambled right?

And you can just sit there and watch the leagues reigning back to back MVP and reigning Super Bowl Champ slowly deteriorate their minds while accumulating permanent brain damage for your entertainment.

Pass the chips.

Article:

"We consider football a gladiator sport because we understand you’re going to get hurt. You’re putting your life on the line.

You might not die now, like in an old Roman arena, but 5, 10 years down the road, you could. You know that.

I wouldn’t change anything.

During my career, I kept my mouth shut. This now, speaking out, it’s about telling you my life. There’s no agenda, no vendetta. This is what football’s really like.

The first warning is the first meeting you have with an agent, when you realize this is real. My choices count at this point. I’m going to be prostituting myself for the next 18 years of my life.

That’s the first warning.

The next one is that good old combine.

That’s when you realize, when you march in that room half naked, I’m a number now."

No, thats when you realize that the NFL is MODERN DAY SLAVERY.

It's a modern day meat market.

6% of the US population is Black male. 75% of the NFL is Black.

0% of the owners are Black. Only 2 out of 32 coaches are Black.

Almost all of the NFL owners are white with very few exceptions and exactly none of them are Black.

The NFL is a modern day plantation.

Article:

"I loved New York. I loved playing there. I loved the spotlight. I was fine in New York, but I also played for Eric Mangini. We started 8-3, Brett Favre, all of that. Everybody told Mangini, stop with the long practices, you’re killing us. You practice too hard. We’re on turf."

36% of all injuries that occur in the NFL are due to turf & 1/4 of all concussions are a result of players heads slamming against turf.

So...

Why won't the NFL replace turf with grass in their stadiums as the NFLPA has been asking for for years?

Because they're cheap as hell and would rather injure their own investments then pay for grass.

The owners & the league have the same exact disregard and disdain for their own players.

The NFL has agreed to switch out turf for grass for the World Cup because the soccer players refused to do what NFL players are forced to — fuck their bodies up on turf.

It proves the NFL and owners could do it and, in fact, they did do it so they could host the World Cup in their football stadium — unless it's actually for the players in their own league.

In that case, you're shit out of luck.

Should have played soccer.

Article:

"What you hear from guys like Ray Lewis, James Harrison, what they’re saying is we’re well aware what we’re signing up for. The violence, we love it. The madness, we love it. We love measuring ourselves in it.

Those guys express themselves with their pads. You soften the game, you’re taking away their freedom of expression. Nobody wants to see flag football, and now, you might as well give guys flags, tell them to hug afterward, all that."

Did he even read the beginning of his own article???

Constant cognitive dissonance is the distillation & essence of tackle football — by the players, the audience, coaches, trainers, medical personnel, announce team, play by play, color, pre-game & post-game hosts, team & network journalists.

I see no repetitive head impacts causing CTE.

I hear no repetitive head impacts causing CTE.

I speak no repetitive head impacts causing CTE.

Article:

"The violence is what I remember. Like against Buffalo in 2009, when I had the game of my career. Or the time I slapped a lineman out of the way in Houston with one arm. Winning, the physical part, the mayhem, finding the line between insanity and sanity, that’s the exact reason why you play. That’s the reason fans like football in the first place.

A guy like James Harrison, he’s possessed, and that’s the guy you love to play with, love to watch. He doesn’t need to be babied."

Protection from permanent brain damage & trauma, fans bloodlust, coaches unreasonable demands, neurological disorders & conditions, neurological symptoms including suicidality, depression, memory loss, confusion, irritability, volatility, aggression, amnesia, mental incapicitation, deteroriation & decline is being "babied"??????????

Article:

"The N.F.L. is too big to fail. If that happened, it would be a slow death. It’s still the ultimate game. For us, it’s like legal prison rules. You have to protect your manhood, your well-being. You’re going to be challenged. You’re going to be tested."

"You have to protect your manhood."

Protect The Shield.

Brainwashed into the cult of American masculinity.

Just like all the other 2.6 million young boys & adolescents playing youth football.

Another million playing in high school.

100k playing in NCAA college football.

1600 play in the NFL.

All brainwashed into the cult of masculinity.

Millions of young boys and teenagers sacrificed on the altar of tackle football, Americas true religion.

Article:

"There aren’t too many places a 400-pound guy with an attitude can go and beat the crap out of somebody and not get locked up for it. I have a violent streak. I have to fight it out of my system. We signed up for it. All of it. We’re not trying to be sane or rational."

What does an 8 year old playing tackle football for Pop Warner sign up for?

Tradition, rigid authoritarianism, toxic masculinity, ideals of manhood worth sacrificing your body, mind, memories, personality, self and literal life for.

A 13 year old football player committed suicide after an egregious hit and post concussion symptoms that lasted for over a year in 2018.

He played through the hit and practiced in pads the very next day — think that might have made his concussion worse?

Prior to the hit, he was a straight A student, a voracious reader, erudite, sociable & well-liked.

After the hit, he became withdrawn.

He lost vision in one eye. He lost his balance frequently.

He was unable to read for more than a few minutes at a time.

He started tackle football at 9.

He played two ways as a linebacker and running back and was known as a ferocious hitter who never complained of pain.

He attempted suicide, was hospitalized, seemed to be improving, then the second suicide attempt was tragically successful.

Dead at 13 for the sport of football.

When is enough enough?

Football is a game, it's a magical talisman, it's a sport, it's a crucible, it's a maker of men, it's the distillation of manhood and masculinity, it's what being a man is.

It's worth bashing and battering your brains repeatedly.

It's worth your mind.

It's worth not knowing who you are at 50.

It's worth you committing suicide.

Just remember to shoot yourself in the chest so your brain can be donated and studied.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hello!! I was wondering if I may ask an aemond x reader request where his kid was getting bullied and then eventually gets hurt. And it can be modern aemond or not. Thank you !! Your writing is incredible !

Dad!Aemond does things to me, he’d be so protective of his bubs. I may have gotten carried away…

But thank you for your kind words anon x Hope you enjoy!

Lead by Example.

PAIRING: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader.

WORDS: 1,250.

WARNINGS: mention of bullying, fluff, swearing.

There was no doubt in your mind that your son was not okay. At the mere age of 7 years, you’d already noticed a palpable shift in his behaviour, from the happy, bright boy that he was to now isolating himself from the rest of the family. He had a tiresome, sad look on his face as the days wept by. You found that he’d stopped engaging with the toys that he so desperately would beg for your husband to buy, losing interest in his hobbies that he shared with Aemond and your eldest.

And you were not alone in observing this. Aemond and yourself, had been made aware of the bullying your youngest son had been enduring at school. The teachers had arranged for you both to come in a few weeks prior to the school, as you discussed the ongoing torment your poor son had been going through, which he rarely made a commotion of. Your son was much like his father in some ways, meek and quiet, he was too to himself, and would push away his emotions to the side as though they were nothing.

To your knowledge, you knew that Aemond also had a troubled childhood. Unable to fit in like most boys, he struggled with himself for a while, and always sought the approval of others, outdoing everyone, even himself at times. He did not take this lightly.

“Who are they?” Aemond snapped, his fists curling tightly as he tried to pace himself.

“They are boys just a year above Luke’s grade. We understand your concern, although you must know we are handling the situation currently. We are getting in touch with the boys’ parents to discuss certain consequences.”

“That’s not enough-” Aemond hissed.

“Let me chat with them,” He urged, you snapped your direction towards him glaring, as your hand reached over gently towards Aemond’s in an attempt to calm him.

He’d managed to catch your attention, as you pulled away from the evidence of your son’s torment. Terrible notes being passed around, degrading Luke and everything about him. Yes, he was smaller than an average boy of his age, and he was much more introverted and kinder than most. But these were qualities you clung to about your son, he was precious to you.

“Aemond please- The school will do what they can for now. Is there any possible way we could keep the boys separate from Luke. Just so he can ease himself back in?” You politely suggested.

“That would be a little too difficult, unfortunately. However, we can definitely urge the teachers on duty to keep an eye on Luke, to prevent anything from escalating or starting. In the meantime, we encourage you both to support him, we have a counsellor in the school if Luke wishes to talk to someone.”

****

“This isn’t good, Y/N… This isn’t enough.” Aemond uttered furiously, on the drive back home. By the stoic look on his face as you’d left the administration office, you knew he was far from satisfied of the school’s response to their son’s situation.

“Aemond, I know sweetheart-” Your hand reaches to caress his hair, as Aemond stiffens his grip on the wheel.

“But they’re on top of it. Once they get in touch with the other parents, repercussions will be laid. We just need to be there for Luke okay?”

He remained silent during the ride home, and you gave Aemond his space. This topic was delicate to him, as he too grew up with constant bullying. He was neve good enough, always pushed aside. No one should ever have to feel the neglect that he’d gone through, so you knew it pained him to know his own son was having a taste of the life he’d tried so desperately to erase.

****

“Aemond, please don’t freak out baby.”

“What? What’s wrong, are you okay? Are the kids okay?”

Despite your helpless warning, the panic set in Aemond’s tone. He’d just returned home from work, and you had the responsibility to tell him of an incident at school regarding Luke.

The phone call you’d received during day, made your heart sank like no other. “It seems Luke was caught up in a violent brawl on the school yard, he’s stable and settled right now in the nurses’ office, although he may have a broken nose. We urgently advise you or your husband to collect Luke, and seek medical attention.”

You hang up the phone without hesitation, and bolted.

As you hastily were directed to where Luke was crouching over the chair, his little, trembling hand gripping his bloodied nose.

“Mum!” He sniffled, his arms instinctively wrapping over you as he embraced you warmly.

“Oh baby, keep the pressure on your nose till the bleeding stops, okay.” You redirected his hand.

“My love, tell me what happened. We’re going to the doctors, you tell me everything.”

“We’ll be on top of this Y/N, rest assured those responsible for your son’s injury will be held greatly responsible and punished as befitting.”

You simply nodded and thanked the principal, before taking Luke’s bag over your shoulder, as your free hand held his shoulder, guiding him to the exit.

****

“Aemond, the doctor said he is fine. Not a broken nose, just some slight trauma that should heal in the next month. But please, don’t freak out okay.”

Aemond stormed past you, into the living room where Luke had been laying on the couch, mindlessly watching his favourite cartoon, where you told him to rest.

“Dad!” He yelled, trying to stand before Aemond stopped him.

“No, no you rest my boy. Who did this to you?” Aemond questioned, as his large hand cupped his son’s face, some bruising beginning to set against the skin of his tender nose. Luke looked up towards you carefully, trying to gather your approval of what to say.

“Aemond, it was the same boys. But please, the school are dealing with this as we speak-”

Aemond sprung back up, before turning towards you, an angry look on his face.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. You really believe that?”

“Language, Aemond!” You hiss, turning your gaze from Luke to Aemond before gripping him to guide him into the hallway.

“Y/N, they’ve taken their time, and look what’s come of it. I’m going to speak to the parents myself. I���ll handle it how I see fit.”

“Really, Aemond? You think intimidating them will be the best way to go about this? What about the example you’re setting for our son?”

“That he can and should defend himself by any means, yes.”

You give him a defeated look, rolling your eyes.

“Look, I’ll speak to the principal to arrange an meeting with the other parents and we can express our concerns there. No need to escalate matters or do anything you’ll regret. Please, Aemond.”

Your hands remained gripped to his sides, your eyes widened to plea. You knew Aemond could never deny those doe eyes.

His hesitant “fine” would suffice.

“But I’m teaching him self defence, we’re putting him into a combat sport. No son of mine will ever be tormented like that again.”

You smile weakly, nodding your head in agreement. You knew Aemond’s intentions meant well, and you wanted Luke to gain some confidence. His father was an outstanding example of how well he turned out after what he’d endured and you knew the same was possible for Luke, so long as you remained a family.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Baby Photos HCs

You might need some context as these include some of my Family HCs if you wanna check them out ;)

Heartslaybul 

Riddle- Riddle is his mothers pride and joy. She has one or two photos from when he was a baby, but she keeps framed pictures of him from any time he received an award or exceeded the average for his age, with proof in his hands in the photo. They're displayed in the living room so guests can see them. 

Trey- I hc Trey with 11 siblings- despite that, his parents, (and his cool aunt) have managed to put together a full photo album of each kid from when they were little to their current age, but as for displaying them in the home? Nah, its just one family picture, and the Clover wedding photo. 

Cater- His mom has pictures of her and his two older sisters, but he doesn’t really have any baby photos. There are a few that his dad took, and that his...younger, older sister took, but they're on phones. Nothing is printed out. His dad did have a digital picture frame at one point though, but his mom kind of loaded it up with just pictures of her so he wouldn’t think about cheating again

Deuce- His mom wasn't able to print a whole lot of pictures, but I think that his mom has a really supportive older sister that's managed to get them a few really cute photos from when he was a kid. When he was maybe eight or nine (before his delinquent stage got bad) he was gifted a second hand polaroid and took some pictures of him and his mom, which his mom has stored somewhere safe.

Ace- most of his baby photos have his mom in them, and his dad doesn’t cope well with that, so they are locked away. Jack (his brother) took pictures of the two of them together whenever he could though, and his dad loves to see them on his phone.

Savanaclaw 

 Leona- he's in the background of a lot of Falena's photos. Falena tried to get him to take a few pictures with him, and a few of them turned out really cute, but only Falena really looks at them.          ****Cheka- he has quite a few professional pictures done, but my MC Vizzie loves babysitting him and thanks to Cater, takes great candid photos of the baby boy.

Ruggie- his grandma keeps her locket with a picture of the two of them when he was young, but its mostly stories she has to share than baby photos. There are a few, but they're kind of low quality. 

Jack- oh my god there's so many. His mom has a bunch in her room on her dresser. She makes makes her own calendars and has little pictures of all her kids on them. There are all sorts of pictures on the mantle. There are baby photos of each kid going up the stairs. Each kid, in their room, has a picture of them when they were like. Four, and with both their parents in it. 

Octavinelle 

Azul- he hates it. But those posed newborn baby photos? They are in plain sight. Luckily none of his older ones are bc his mom knows he doesn't want them up and 2 his Nonna says he looks too fuckin sad 

Tweels- They have all their school photos, but that's about it. Its now that they're older that their dad wants more pictures with his sons.

Scarabia 

 Kalim- He has a few, but most of them he's sitting in his dads lap with a bunch of his "aunties" around them and his mom. As the heir, he did get some photos, and every birthday, professionally done. But family priorities meant he didn’t really have any candid photos. 

Jamil- his parents were too busy attending to the Asim’s, he has one or two, and a few that Kalim may have insisted he get in on, but that's it. His sister has so many more. 

Pomefiore 

Vil - When it comes to personal photos, ones not meant for the media, he only has one. It's of him and his father at his mothers funeral. Nothing younger than that. Nothing older. Everything else is from professional photoshoots and movies. 

Rook - His parents also have a lot of photos, of their first hunt, the biggest fish they've caught, tandem hunts, etc. Has some Weird themed baby photos as well, but they like receiving pictures of their kids latest hunts and whatnot, has them pinned right up with all the taxidermy 

Epel - His grandma has them, but has them locked away as per his request after he came out as trans. She's supportive of him, and he understands she might hang onto those memories better if they're in picture form, but he doesn’t want people from school finding out before he's ready. (Harveston)

Ignihyde

Idia/Ortho- .This ones a little complicated. Long story short, yes, there are loads of pictures. No, nobody chooses to look at them.  Their mom has a couple physical copies of photos she adores, but she only looks at them when she’s struggling mentally. (Side note, totally believe his mom is the reason he’s obsessed with cats, and I think his dad hates cats but his mom and him and Ortho sometimes like to annoy their dad about it)

Diasomnia

Lilia - n/a 

Malleus, Silver, Sebek - Lilia has photos, he has "memory bubbles" to summon small "videos" recounting times when they were kids, but he doesn’t display them anywhere really.

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[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Kravei

Making five OCs for every clan!

Adagio Riccardo Kravei: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Adagio was the father and predecessor of Roctis, and the older brother of Kronos Paradiso. He was a great Clan Leader but a terrible father. He was always on top of his duties and answered to his clan members’ needs. If the other Clan Leaders were involved, then he was committed. He was born for that role and his parents had high if not impossible expectations for him. And Adagio delivered flawlessly. He never complained, and viewed their unforgiving training regimen for him as his destiny. It was grueling, but he enjoyed every moment of it. He even reprimanded his parents at times because they didn’t give him enough work or discipline etc. Adagio managed to impress and pressure his predecessor with his extreme competence thus took over their Soul Weapon and title of Clan Leader at the young age of around 400 years old. He was more than ready and his predecessor saw no reason to delay his succession just because. Kravei clan members all agree that Adagio is their most excellent Clan Leader in the last who knows how many generations. He celebrated and smiled with his people for their success and milestones, and cried with them during their struggles. He was the strong, kind, and understanding leader and friend they needed. He could be Adagio the Magnificent or Adagio the down-to-earth fellow babysitter for the day depending on who he was with. The big Kravei family was glad that he wasn’t the Lord or something even if he had the qualities for one, because then he wouldn’t be their beloved Clan Leader. In their eyes, he was perfect. All but one were oblivious to his dark and cold side… his son and successor Roctis. Like how Adagio’s parents set near impossible expectations for him, he subjected Roctis to the same pressure.

Except Roctis was… average. He was diligent and hardworking but despite his honest efforts, he was lackluster in his father’s eyes. Adagio refused to believe that his heir had so-called limits because he himself was brilliant and unfortunately couldn’t relate to struggling. He accused Roctis for being “rebellious” and “lazy” and heavily punished him for it. After all, how could Roctis, the future Clan Leader, serve the Kravei well if he’s a failure? Adagio forced Roctis to kneel on spikes and whipped his hands, legs, and back. He wasn’t trying to be cruel out of malice, though. In fact, he dreaded each time he had to do such things to his son. He truly believed that he was doing the right thing to guide Roctis back “on the right track” and sobbed and wailed as he carried out the punishments. Roctis never showed much emotion as he endured said punishments and always apologized and promised how he’d work harder next time. Adagio himself applied healing potions on his son’s body after each time and again, wept as he did. Roctis comforted himself by convincing himself that this was just his father’s twisted love for him. And it was. Adagio was nice to Roctis in public, though. He only abused him behind closed doors so not even their closest servants had any idea. He didn’t do this because he was afraid of being branded as a cruel father, but because he was ashamed to let anyone know of Roctis’ incompetence. Plus, he believed he gave his son dignity by preventing witnesses. Roctis was determined that when he has children, he’ll never subject them to such torture and he’ll give them all the freedom they want. Well, we know how that goes. Adagio’s hobby was making and collecting fish hooks.

Gello Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Gello has done great deeds for humanity, especially women and children. She is passionate about it to this day and sees it as her life mission. She appreciates the ways of human life while simultaneously taken aback by the crimes humans commit. Generally, she has a neutral and positive-leaning opinion of them, but she’s aware of the horrors of human nature so she does her best to counter that on her part. Gello and her supernatural piranha friend Roti travel the world to perform safe and painless abortions for women in need. They’ve also built multiple hidden communities in different locations scattered throughout the world to take in women and children who have left their unsafe homes in search for a new place to stay. Gello’s many sisters run these communities and conceal them with their supernatural noble powers so they stay hidden from the rest of the world, especially from those who try to find the “missing persons”. Gello and Roti have helped countless individuals and families escape from abusive circumstances and will continue to do so for a long, long time. They may have even visited a certain snow werewolf matriarch in the mysterious snowy mountains for insight on how to run peaceful, tight-knit communities. One of Gello’s close childhood friends was her Clan Leader Adagio, who shed tears of overwhelming joy upon learning of her intentions to help humans. He offered to fund everything Gello and her sisters needed for running their communities and routinely asked them if they needed more despite always giving them way more than they can spend. Before Adagio entered eternal sleep, he left them a generous sum for their cause, and a public statement to his other clan members that they should all learn from Gello’s example and do good deeds for humanity. Gello’s hobby is shoemaking, if she has the time for that.

Sakina Nereida Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Sakina is the study buddy and playmate of Ignes. Her parents volunteered her for the position because they saw it as an opportunity for prestige. Sakina had no ambition for said prestige yet obliged to her parents’ wishes because they manipulated her into believing she was indebted to them for bringing her into existence. In reality, they had their daughter to satisfy their own desire to climb the social ladder. They did care for her, but any sort of superficial parental instinct would’ve gone out the window the moment she showed resistance towards their plans for her. Maybe her birth was even timed to match that of Ignes. Sakina’s parents pressured her into delivering a self-recommendation letter to Roctis. It was approved, and the two children were introduced to each other soon after. Sakina was neutral at first but gradually felt more uncanny as she caught glimpses of Ignes’ true nature from her abnormal behavior and remarks. Still, she stuck with Ignes because backing out wasn’t an option. More precisely, she didn’t have a home to return to and her parents probably would’ve strangled her if she called quits. Eventually, Sakina was won over. Perhaps Ignes helped her experience her first sense of purpose. Those rushes of excitement became an addiction and soon she was obsessed with Ignes. Her savior. Ignes could live without Sakina, but Sakina couldn’t live without Ignes.

Curiously, as unhinged as Ignes was, she treated her companion quite well. Sakina was set on repaying that “sincerity” and stepped in and offered herself when Ignes was being difficult. Although she detested pain, she willingly let Ignes experiment on her and was proud to be the Kravei heir’s first science project, in a sense. For a while, she was able to keep Ignes from hurting others by offering herself instead. Roctis’ response to Sakina’s efforts was thanking her, then telling her he looked forward to her future good work. This put immense pressure on her because she wasn’t sure about how long she could keep the ticking time bomb under control either. She did wonder why Roctis never put his foot down with his daughter for once and all but kept her mouth shut as she was in no position to comment on his parenting. As expected, Ignes eventually got bored of having her companion as her only test subject and went after other nobles. Sakina felt terrible witnessing it happen because she had promised Roctis she’d do her best to keep an eye on Ignes and prevent her from stepping out of line, yet it seemed like she could no longer deliver this promise. One day, Ignes asked her companion to join her. Sakina’s inner voice told her to refuse but her loyalty to Ignes was able to outweigh her morals, so she agreed to becoming an accomplice. When Roctis found out, he fired Sakina for “encouraging” Ignes to take the wrong path thus failing as a companion… even though the real guilty one was his own daughter, whom he did not punish. Sakina went into hiding after she was kicked out and a very nice Titus noticed and took in the distraught young woman and offered her a place to stay in his library tower. Titus continued to hide her from her clan’s sight and ignored Ignes when she went around looking to take back what’s hers. Otherwise, Ignes would’ve taken her ex-companion with her when she and Roctis left Lukedonia along with the other traitor nobles. Currently, Sakina is working in rehabilitation for troubled nobles, especially youngsters.

Jayashri Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Jayashri was born outside of Lukedonia as her parents loved to travel and their noble home was too small for them. Her parents found a deserted island, fell in love with it, and built their new home there… all far, far away from Lukedonia and its seemingly endless problems. The small family of three lived together happily and once Jayashri was a young adult, her parents started to travel again and asked if she’d like to come with them. She felt quite comfortable on their island and had no need to venture outside, so she said safe travels to her parents, hugged them tightly, waved, and went back inside. Jayashri’s time alone was happy and peaceful, and she befriended the local snake population, which was all she needed for company. Despite in a remote location, her deserted island was not completely out of reach from human explorers and whatnots. Every now and then, there’d be a shipwreck and Jayashri would rescue and nurse the humans back to health. She’d load their ships with food and water before they sail off. Interesting, some individuals decided to say goodbye to their exploration party in order to stay on the island with their savior. Perhaps they fell in love with her. Jayashri didn’t particularly care about humans, just that she’d like to not see any die in front of her. But, she was okay with pretending to love them back, for unknown reasons. The human lifespan is short after all. Maybe she thought she could be kind and help them experience a fulfilling life. They’d be dead in a few decades, so it wasn’t like a commitment of any sort to her and only a temporary effort. And so roughly every two or three centuries, Jayashri would act as a loving and caring partner to a human who genuinely loved her. Then, she’d bury them after they die and go back to living in solitude. Rinse and repeat. One day, her parents came back to their island and told her it was time for them to go home to Lukedonia for a while to visit their other family members, and they departed at once. Jayashri’s parents continued to travel after their family business was over while she herself decided to stay in Lukedonia because she liked it there. More importantly, she finds the love of her life. Jayashri is the partner of Eun Ru. Their kids are twins Dasik and Yakgwa Ru, and they are planning for a third. The deserted island is now their vacation home.

Casimir Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Casimir is quite an unusual fellow. He bears uncanny resemblance to Raizel’s brother, to the point where he actually looks more like him than Raizel who is his actual brother. In a nutshell, they’re kinda twins. He’s also Raizel’s brother’s friend, confidant, informant, and valet… and maybe even more. Who knows. Casimir is rather secretive about his personal life so people have little knowledge of him aside from his physical appearance, which in itself is a mystery. Mere coincidence? Good question. He isn’t remotely related to the noblesse yet they look identical and arguably indistinguishable if it weren’t for their different auras. That’s where it gets interesting. You see, Casimir is Raizel’s brother’s shadow. He follows him everywhere and tends to his needs. He can do paperwork and dirty work depending on what is needed of him. He is the first person Raizel’s brother sends to collect information on someone. Sometimes, he even presents himself as the noblesse and communicates and gives orders on his behalf, all possible thanks to a special noblesse aura imbued jewelry artifact given to him by none other than whom he serves. That’s how much trust the noblesse has in Casimir. The possible motives behind his loyalty are a mystery too. Casimir and Raizel’s brother have a daughter together named Crescentia Kravei who is just as mysterious as her fathers. Casimir’s fate is unclear after the noblesse’s execution, but he is alive and so is their daughter. In hindsight, the identity of the man Edian handed the bloodstone to back then is debatable. But, that can stay a mystery too because i don’t wanna keep writing this anymore

Thank you for reading! That is it! I’m finally done yay.

[krabkrab-wontshutup]

A Dove among Ravens

Aka I redesigned Dove Grayson, my old Magnus Chase oc!! His name is now Nastasiya, and he is still the son of Aphrodite, but is no longer the grandchild of loki. Also, ive never posted about him before, so heres a long ass list of all my notes about him!! Content warning for a very weird death, this is the riordanverse we’re talking about.

Full Name: Nastasiya Grayson

Gender: FtM

Family: [Mother] Aphrodite | [Father] George Grayson

Age: 16

Species: Demigod of Aphrodite

Affiliation: Valhalla

Residence: Floor 19

Weapons: Chain sword - A sword that, when you hit a button on the hilt, turns into a chain-bladed whip. Becomes a rose gold chain necklace when glamored. Designed by a hephaestus kid.

Status: Einherjar

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History: Nastasiya is the demigod son of the goddess Aphrodite and George Grayson, a passionate historian whose adventures took him across the globe. After being sent to camp half-blood two years prior, Nastasiya was killed at sixteen trying to defend a group of schoolchildren from a nemean lion, which had been mistakenly placed in a zoo.

Fatal Flaw: Pride

Physical Appearance: Nastasiya has fiery red hair, which cascades around his neck in soft ringlet curls. His eyes seem to shift in color with an almost magical quality, adding an air of mystery to his gaze and always matching his outfit. His soft skin is slightly tanned, and he’s absolutely covered in freckles. He wears a lot of light colors- whites, pinks, and beiges mostly. A rose gold chain, which becomes his sword when needed, is a consistent accessory, as rose gold is the only metal he incorporates into his style. He takes pride in his large hooked nose and is often seen sporting round rose gold glasses.

Personality: He possesses a flair for the dramatic, embodying the very essence of his mother’s aesthetic- Roses, Flowing silk, pearls, and perfection. His taste for the finer things in life is evident in everything he does. Like his father, Nastasiya is a romantic at heart; he often finds himself lost in poetic thoughts, expressing himself with an extensive vocabulary that captivates those around him.

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General Abilities: Poetry, Strange knack for identifying perfumes and colognes, Able to lie very well and can tell when other people are lying, never messes up nail polish when applying it, The god of vibe reading, Master of comebacks and witty remarks, Able to speak fluent french, Always gives the best advice he can (When he’s not hissing and telling people to kill their abusers)

Demigod Powers: Charmspeak, Emotion reading, Amokinesis, Communication with Aphrodite’s sacred animals (Doves, Sparrows, Swans, Dolphins), (After death) Blessing of Aphrodite (Never has to worry about his looks ever because favoritism), [He’s supposed to be more powerful than your average aphrodite kid because he’s kind of the favorite]

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CONCEPT: The first Greek demigod to enter Valhalla (That we know of). Idk i figured greek demigods die in battle all the time, why not consider if one of them was found by a valkyrie? Besides, it's not like demigods of aphrodite and demigods of freyja are all that different. My idea is that the runes misidentify his vibes as freyja vibes but he’s all like “Uh, that doesn’t sound right; I know my mom is Aphrodite.” Cue cup dropping because Greek demigods in valhalla?? Unheard of before now!

SUITE: The room has a table in the center and a circular bed in one corner, with a lace and pearl canopy curtain hanging around it and gorgeous plush blankets. There’s a tv stand on the side of the room opposite the bed, and a wall of books near the bed. One large, circular window sits at the back wall. It has two latches at the center, and curtains in the same style as the canopy bed. A picture frame sat on the window sill. The picture is of Nastasiya, Aphrodite, and George at seaworld for Nastasiya’s twelfth birthday - the only time Aphrodite ever visited. Next to the picture frame is a bag of pearlescent pink runes. The room is lit by candlelight, and the wall directly behind the bed has all the posters from his bunk at camp half blood, as well as a “Cabin 10” poster.

[goodqueenaly]

Hi! Do you think the average noblewoman gets any education concerning the actual governance of lands? Margaery, Catelyn and Rohanne Webber seemed well informed, but Cat and Rohanne were both considered heirs by their fathers. But, even if girls don’t inherit in their own right, they always stand the chance of being widowed and having to manage things for their kids. I feel like Sansa and Arya might too young for us to know what their full education would have been like at home. (TBC)

(Continuation) Cersei did not seem to think much of her education. Do you think it depends on the family?

As we see (albeit to a limited and mostly post facto extent) with Sansa and Arya, it’s not that aristocratic daughters are given no practical (for a feudal aristocrat, anyway) education whatsoever. Indeed, the expectation of such girls eventually overseeing the running of (marital) establishments is often there from the start; in her very first chapter in the series, for instance, Arya considers that she would be better at Sansa at “manag[ing] a household”, because “Sansa had never had much of a head for figures” (even wryly thinking that if Sansa “did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward”). Westerosi aristocratic daughters appear to be given much (though importantly, not all or the same - more on that in a second) of the education afforded to their brothers or other male relations: reading, writing, High Valyrian, history, heraldry, and arithmetic, to name the basic subjects. 

Where Westerosi aristocratic sons critically differ in their typical education, however, is in their access to training in both military skills and the daily business of governance. Because Westeros is both a military aristocracy and (directly relatedly, of course) a patriarchal and ableist society, the general expectation is that the ruling class will be comprised of able-bodied men who can lead armies in war and other martial ventures. While it’s not completely without precedent that a Westerosi noblewoman would lead her own troops or fight in battle, Westerosi aristocratic daughters are not generally going to be afforded this sort of training in the same way that their brothers or male relations would have it as part of the expected educational program. Consequently, Westerosi aristocratic women are not typically going to raised to be the wartime leaders that other Westerosi aristocrats usually expect from their ruling class.

Likewise, Westerosi aristocratic daughters may not typically be afforded the opportunity to have right-hand experience with their (typically male) ruling predecessors. Think of, say, Jon’s recognition that “Lord Eddard had often made Robb part of his councils back at Winterfell”, or Randyll Tarly’s desire to bring young Dickon when he, Randyll, went to pay homage to Lord Tyrell, or even Ned’s inclusion of Bran in the party that accompanied him to execute Gared (and, pointedly, Ned’s exclusion of Bran’s older sisters at the same event). Again, this is not to say it would be impossible for a lord (or lady) to include a daughter in these sort of events, but that sort of direct grooming for future wielding of power seems to be the exception rather than the rule with aristocratic ladies.  

And of course, education of any sort or level only goes so far in a patriarchal world. As Rohanne Webber sadly relates, the mere fact of a woman in charge of an aristocratic holding can encourage male rivals to undermine or pick away at her authority, in the belief that a woman would be too weak to assert herself. This doesn’t mean Westerosi aristocratic women are completely incapable of ruling in their own right, of course, but it does mean that women in Westeros have that much more difficult of a time asserting themselves in a world where - thanks to patriarchal expectations - they do not possessed the qualities assumed necessary for leadership. Even among fathers who recognize daughters as their heirs, there can be a sense in which they expect or want a male figure to rule with or through her: Selwyn Tarth tried three times to marry Brienne to aristocratic partners, after all, while Wyman Webber explicitly made Rohanne’s inheritance of Coldmoat conditional on her marrying within two years of his death. In a world where (outside Dorne) the expectation among the aristocratic classes is that power will flow from males, through males, to males, daughters are often raised to be not so much heirs in their own right but more as managers of male households and mothers of future male heirs (which was certainly true of Tywin's view of Cersei as well).

[wjehfshs]

Hello гайхалтай хүн! Wow! Never actually thought you would do my request but im very happy about it!! Could i ask for another request

So basically reader is ghosts son and reader is in middle school. Ghost is off on a mission and reader is at home when a zombie apocalypes happens and when ghost finally arrives at his house he finds the house in horrible condition, reader is no where to be found and ghost thinks that reader is dead. Fast forward to about 2 to 4 years and tf141 is searching for a place to stay and then price mentions a military base that was in a wooded area far from any town or city with high strong walls, so they were going there when a pack of wolves and dogs stop them and circle around them and they know that cant win this one bc for every one person theres 5 wolves but then a masked figure with a gun walks towards them and he is about to kill them when ghost says something and reader instantly recognizes ghosts voice, orders the wolves and dogs to stand down and goes "dad?" While taking off his mask, then the two share a hug and reader takes them to the base which was turned into a survival base and theres about 11 teens there that reader rescued and the base has a few animals such as cows, chickens, cats and ofcourse the dogs with clean running water and all of the teens have a job such as taking care of the animal, making defense weapons for when zombies come and farmers. Reader also became super cold and stoic and took in the role of leader, ordering the people around to make sure they all survive. And then a tornado was forming so reader goes into leader mode and immidiatly starts to tell the teens what to do and after the tornado passes (safely) reader and tf141 share some quality time together and reader bonds with his dad again?🥰

Again, thank you so much for doing my request!

I am very gratefull!!♡

Teen reader with dad Ghost during the zombie apocalypse

The zombie apocalypse, reader is traumatised, Ghost thinks reader is dead for a couple years, tornado, reader has a barn, gore mentions, blood mentions.

You where 13 at the time it all happened

Ghost, or as you called him “dad” was your father, he was a single father after your mother left for some other guy

You where happy with your dad, your averaged sized home and overall your life

Since Ghost was in the military he went on mission often, he cut down since you where born but he still went out on missions, I mean he had to make money somehow

You had some friends of you dad who would check up on you everyday and make sure you where safe and sound

One day, the day Simon was supposed to get back, you where walking home from school

It was dark outside since you stayed back in the library to finish an assignment

As soon as you unlocked the door you heard growling

You turned around and saw something that would haunt you forever

A grotesque looking man, looked like he was decaying, literally, with blood and bits of flesh dangling from his mouth as he stumbled/ran towards you

You dropped your bag in fear of the man

You immediately ran inside and locked the door

From your dads perspective he was in the car with the 141 when he saw it

The town around them was in chaos

Some buildings were aflame, some broken into, and some bordered up

But what stuck out the most was the disgusting, erratic people devouring others around them

His mind immediately switched to you, where you safe? Were where you? What if you got hurt?

“Turn this fuckin car around John we’re going to my place I need to see if [names] ok” Ghost said sternly

Price wasted no time turning the car around and speeding to your place

When they got there he was mortified to find a young looking person, most of their body torn to shreds except for their legs and arms, face not even there anymore

But what stood out to them was the bloody backpack… it was yours

He didn’t even have any time to grieve before Price yanked him back into the car and sped off back to the closest military base

3 years later, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price where all walking together in the forest in hopes of finding food

It had been 3 years since the zombie outbreak and 3 years since you had died

Simon became visibly colder, not caring about himself when fighting, feeding himself last, drinking last. It was like he didn’t care if he lived or died

That’s when they came across an abandoned military base in the woods

They had no fucking clue why it was there but decided to snoop anyways

As soon as they opened the door to the main area they heard a gun click

“Don’t fucking move. Drop all your gear” they heard a youngish voice say

They turned to see a teenager, looked to be around 16-18 but hard to tell since they had a mask on their face, holding a hunting rifle up at them

They did as they where told

Simon spoke up

“We’re not here for trouble we where just here to see if this place had any supplies, we’ll be outta your hair now.” He had his hands raised

That’s when the figure faltered. Pausing for a moment before lowering the gun

“…dad?” They heard them ask

The figure dropped their gun and pulled off their mask

Simon felt his heart jump

It was you, his beautiful child

You ran up to him and suffocated him with a hug

He pulled off his mask and hugged you tightly back

“Oh my god [name] I thought you where dead?!” He sobbed

Your reunion was short lived as another member of your team ran up to you

“We have a tornado forming on the east! We need to lock all the windows and doors now!” They basically yelled

You all sprung into action and after everything was set up and done you all formed back into a group

There where 11 other teenagers, ranging from what looked to be 14-19

You where at the front of the group

“Ok we can’t panic in a moment like this, don’t open any doors leading outside until we are completely sure it’s safe. If there’s someone outside who needs our help. Do not help them…” your voice was stern and loud, commanding even

You walked off and met up with your dad again

Before he could talk with you he looked over and saw a pack of 5 wolves all sitting together

“Bloody fuckin hell!” He stumbled back

“Oh don’t worry, they’re tame, they help us hunt.” You started to list of each of their names

“We also have some other animals in the other room, we made it into a makeshift barn!” You seemed almost excited, completely opposite of your demeanour 2 seconds ago

You lead the 141 to the other room, there was animals like cows, sheep, dogs, cats, chickens, a whole ass farm

“We also have running clean water!” You seemed so proud of yourself as you closed the barn door

Simon felt himself tear up “my strong child, I missed you so much I’m so happy to see you alive.” You where shocked for a moment before hugging him back tightly

“I missed you too dad” you smiled as you both cried together

Eventually the tornado passed and nothing was damaged

But the entire time you where catching up on the recent year, introducing each other to your team mates and you even showed him your modded military weapons you had

He was unbelievably proud of you and so so proud to be your father

[mothiir]

Honestly this Lion romance scenario would also be really strange to the Dark Angels.

Like imagine your father gets a personal serf, and yeah sure he’s busy so you don’t see why he shouldn’t, but for some reason he chooses to grab some scribe or diplomat and turn them into a serf instead. And while you don’t see why he couldn’t just promote a serf who works here already, you trust your dad’s judgement, maybe this person had some really serflike qualities or something.

But then it turns out that no, in fact this person makes for an absolutely terrible serf. At least from what you’ve seen, because your primarch keeps scolding them time and time again for not doing something right. And you maybe bring it up to him like “hey dad if this serf isn’t doing its job right then maybe we should replace it?” But he gets very angry and defensive about it so you never ask him that again.

But then one day you see him absolutely decimating a monster of some kind, all the while yelling at his serf to look closely at what he’s doing. And later you find out that this isn’t the first time he’s done that either, his room is now littered with trophies of beasts that he’s slain. Which confuses the fuck out of you, he’s doing all of this… for them?? And remember in this scenario you’re a space marine so romance is not your first thought, it’s probably not even in your top 10 thoughts about what’s going on. So in the end you come to the conclusion that your father: Lion El’Jonson, primarch of the dark angels, expert at strategy and martial prowess. Is beefing with an average baseline human.

And like a year later your primarch introduces that same serf to you and your brothers, and tells you that she’s your mom now. wtffff

It would be SO weird especially in the 30th millennium when the lion was at best a distant father and at worst rivaled the emperor for sheer levels of dickery. I don’t see the lion as the sort to make his lady an official legion mother - I think he’s more the sort to see his legion as belonging to him and him alone, and only he is fit to rule them. She is his companion, his attendant, and maybe - if he pulls his thumb out - his wife, but never his equal. That’s not a slight on her - no one is his equal.

The 41st millennium version would probably be a little less arrogant but also a little more protective- he’s leaving her with the watchers every time he goes off somewhere dangerous because he’s damned if he loses her like he loses caliban. His sons probably don’t see her all that often.

[animehouse-moe]

Kagura Bachi Chapter 1: Mission

At this point, I'm sure everybody's seen all the memes and jokes about Kagura Bachi. #1 New-Gen Shonen manga that's better than God himself, or whatever. A funny joke at times, but a little overdone.

Kagura Bachi would never live up to that hype, but it's also not a series that's going down the gutter right this second. It struggles, as a first time mangaka will, but at the very least has the potential to turn things around. So, let's take a look at this first chapter then and see what it can do.

The art. All the teaser images you've seen around make it look surprisingly good, and in some places it is. But the default? It's not really that good. It's not awful, but it's far from something you'll routinely comment on.

Simple designs, simple faces, and not a lot that changes about them. Honestly, I'd put it on the same level as the Fantasy Bishoujo manga that I talked about earlier, but even then I think the average quality of the art in Kagura Bachi can struggle to keep pace. Anyways, it certainly doesn't hold a candle to other recent SJ additions. Not awful to be at the bottom of the pack, but the art itself certainly isn't an immediate selling point for readers.

Diving further into the art and style, same-face is a real struggle with the shape and designs of characters. Eyebrows and pupil/iris shapes are some of the main ways the mangaka forces distinction between their characters. Truthfully, it's not something that's a deal breaker by any means, but just points to the struggles of an early on artist (though it's not like I can really say anything when I can't draw to save my life).

A more important issue however is the action. It's got solid layouts and ideas, but the choreography can feel.. plain. Not a bad thing, but you need art that can fill those gaps, that can provide pace and movement within. Kagura Bachi does not have the benefit of art that can help with that. And so, because of that, the action ends up stuff, and even lackluster.

Well, I suppose that's enough about the art, let's talk story.

... it's essentially on the same page as the art. Some good, some bad, lotta mediocre. Bog standard revenge plot meets unique but highly underutilized power system.

Chihiro is the son of a famous blacksmith, at some point his father dies and Chihiro is out for revenge against an organization of sorcerers that, we as readers assume, are the ones that killed his father. But Chihiro's just a boy, how could he go up against sorcerers? Well, he's got some special katanas from his departed father.

Very typical, no? Which I think is a shame, because the chapter deeply limits itself. It starts with the story stating that "only" Chihiro has magically imbued Katanas, but anyone with half a brain knows that as the series goes on, villains will wield similar katanas as well. To clarify, we know that Chihiro's father has made more than just the katanas that Chihiro has. The core of the gripe is that only Chihiro's father was able to create them, and that there's no information about how many there are or who might wield them (spoiler, it's gonna be all the bad guys).

The second, and more problematic issue is how the power system is approached. It separates sorcery from the katanas themselves, which is a painful mistake. The magic should be tied to the swords, it would make for a way better power system to explore. Swords vs magic has been done a thousand times over, so I'm just not thrilled to see its opportunity squandered.

That's not where it ends though. Despite being a magic sword, and despite readers knowing, thanks to earlier exposition, that it has the ability to "ward off evil", the manifestation of that ability is... to turn the sword black and slash people really hard.

I really can't get more disappointed than this. You lead with this super cool visual of the goldfish that the katana is imbued with, and you follow with a single slash. Not even a fancy one. Just a big, fat, shonen manga slash.

So, at the end of it all. There'll be an audience for this type of story, there always is. Violent revenge plot centered around black haired swordsman fighting non-sword wielding enemies. About as generic as you could make it, really. I just hope that the mangaka sees the potential that they wield and changes it up. Different schools centered around various imbued properties. Allowing Chihiro the use of sorcery to attempt to create his own blades. Distancing itself from the revenge plot. The art will undoubtedly grow and improve if the series is allowed to live, but in these early chapters.... well it's now or never for shifting the focus of the story. It has the ability to go the distance, but by the hand of the mangaka, the story is going down a path that will destroy its potential.

[pseudonymphomania]

This is the first time I've made something for my own MC. "Dear Love" refers to my IRL partner, whom I pretend to write to about my adventures in the Devildom.

I play the game as everyone's platonic friend. I am asexual and enjoy Queer Platonic Relationships for myself. I also play matchmaker in my own Devildom universe.

My attributes: average height. Black hair styled with a medium hold matte pomade. Brown eyes. Beauty mark under my nose. Dimple on one side of my face.

Clothing: Prefer formal wear over casual. Suspenders over belts. Monochromatic colours or loud ostentatious patterns, no in-between. Comfy dress shoes in black or brown but open to other colours to match outfits; I'm wearing leather monkstrap shoes in the picture. Metal accents like tie clips are crucial. Got laser eye surgery but sometimes wears fake glasses to feel something on my face. Satchel contains good pens, quality paper, and workstation. Fitbit on my wrist to count every step I take to solve the problems of the day.

Personality: wry and dry humour. Workaholic. Lifelong learner. The Parent Friend. Always happy to help. Frontline tendencies.

Skills: technical writing, sewing and clothing construction, trades and mechanics, hair cutting, musician (piano and guitar), singer and actor (theatre), novelist, artist

Likes: obtaining new skills and making new friends. Justice. Equity.

Dislikes: misunderstandings, situations that could have been handled effectively but weren't. Unclear communication.

Occupation before I got Isekai'd: Director of Operations

Character I relate to the most: Lucifer

Character I would date if I was inclined: Diavolo, because he reminds me of my actual partner.

The reason I ship DiaLuci so hard: I love my partner the most and this is a mirror to that, right down to situations and actual conversations we have had in real life. The narrative potential. Other reasons.

My MC and OM Characters in my Devildom:

Lucifer: would smugly tell me that I've used a comma splice and I'd tell him to "shove a semi-colon in it". He's my bestest friend in the entire Devildom. We go to cafes and bookstores and go shopping for office supplies. I tell him to stop working so hard and he stares at me like "You're the one telling me this? The audacity." I needle him about his crush and he tells me to fuck off but his face is red.

Mammon: my other bestie but in a wildly different way. He brings out the shit-disturber in me. We play billiards together and play for treats. I disapprove of his gambling but am all-in on the shopping. He takes me out to all the best food places. "Try this, Beckett, you'll really love it." Meanwhile it's some sort of Devildom Atrocity, but somehow it's still good.

Levi: my nerd friend. I bring him offerings and leave them outside his door. We play games often with Mammon and I kick their butts at fighting games, but get wrecked when I have to make choices. We stay up hellishly late and I wake up with chocolate on my face. "Lets do this again: ive got the hottest new dating sim to try!" We are both groggy and destroyed and i have to go to work, but I agree to come back tonight.

Asmo: my favourite boy toy. He's stylish as hell and knows what looks good on anybody. Hes my personal stylist. I cut his hair in exchange. Just like with Mammon I go shopping with Asmo, except he knows all the good places for clothing and knows where all the thrift stores are. "It doesnt have to be new and expensive to look good honey!" I agree. I cuddle with Asmo the most because he loves touch.

Satan: my boy thirsts for knowledge and I do too. We skill-trade and fan over cats. Unfortunately I'm very allergic, but I appreciate them from afar and draw cats for him to hang in his book-filled room. "Do you want to come to the cat Cafe with me?" Oh Satan. He's his father's son alright, but he's just as much of a shit disturber as Mammon. He teaches me fun curses to use on people but I'm content with just knowing it.

Beel: when I'm tired Beel carries me back home and talks about the science behind calories and energy retention in relation to demonic body types. He enjoys cooking and I love testing recipes on him, but I have to swat him away from eating it before it's done. We do exercises together and buff up together. "I can almost see your six pack, haha".

Belphie: he's my sleepy boy. He can be irrational sometimes but I put a blanket over his head to shake him out of it and he snuggles closer. I play him songs on piano and guitar and sing him to sleep, but then I also end up quite sleepy. He's like a son to me and I lecture him often. I try to keep him and Satan from screwing with Lucifer too much. I'm a double agent in the anti Lucifer league lol

Diavolo: i enjoy it when he regales me with Devildom laws, traditions and customs. He speaks of how the executive branch and legislative branch operates in the context of his kingdom and I suggest to strengthen certain areas of his constitution to bring his vision of equity and interrealm relations to the forefront. I am also a shit disturber and needle him about his crush. "You are asking beyond your means, Beckett. Forgive me if I don't answer." Hm... yes, of course. Sorry.

Barbatos: I learn how to be the most efficient I can be from someone who is the most efficient. He is skilled in everything and I must learn from the best. I'm his best student and I'm a teachers pet so i love to hear it. He's been and seen everything and he is an excellent linguist. He is poetry personified in the every day. "Don't let Solomon ruin you too much." I won't!

Solomon: I use my knowledge of mechanics and trades and recontextualise it to be an artificier and create magical items. He is also one to bring out the shit disturber in me and I have almost become Thirteen just from the incidentally nonsense stuff I make. "Oh that's an interesting effect. I wonder what will happen if I give this to Barbatos". Solomon, dude. Do you want to get murdered. Is that what you're into.

Simeon: he is my sweetest and chillest boy. My bestie to talk about justice and relationality with. When I'm insecure and feel like people don't like me as much as they do, he reassures me and tells me stories of his own relationships. "There is nothing wrong with stepping back. Once you've regained your sense of self, you'll be able to pursue the path of friendship again and people will be ready to receive you."

Luke: he is like my son. I make sure he doesn't get nightmares because he seems to have a hard time acclimating to his demonic environment. He teaches me how to bake so that I can make some cakes that look like real inanimate objects and eat them in front of people, to their shock.

Mephisto: I am like Lucifer 2.0. He doesn't really like me but I have no hard feelings toward him.

Thirteen: my Bae. She's a delight but I have to make sure her shenanigans don't cause too much damage in the area or accidentally kill me. I would date her after Diavolo if I was inclined to do that.

I hope you enjoyed seeing my experience and interpretation of the game from my point of view. Everyone's MC journey is very personal to them and I do not believe there is a wrong way to enjoy the game. Thank you for reading. :)

[evilfloralfoolery]

And here is Indigo's character profile! Again, under the cut because I fucking RAMBLE . . .

Name: Indigo Stargazer Solaris

Age: 38

Star Sign: Virgo

Birthday: September 1

Partner: Grimm Amadis

Family: Astralis Solaris (father) and Aurora Stargazer (mother)

Appearance: 6 feet (183-ish cm), slender but athletic build, pale skin, eyes that shift between blue and green, delicate, almost elven features. Long, wavy silver hair that reaches about mid-back. Sometimes wears glasses due to an old injury. Usually impeccably dressed, even when at leisure.

Weapon of choice: Daggers, an icy demeanor, traditional bow, and the occasional whip (you heard me lol).

Other Weapons: Able to summon "cold fire" at will. His fire is blue because it's actually freezing. Also skilled in hand-to-hand combat and various forms of martial arts.

Likes: Classical musical (especially Beethoven), the color blue, tea (especially green tea), solitude, playing the piano, the ocean, astronomy, cold weather, Thai food (especially if it's SUPER hot), blueberry scones, well-written literature, proper etiquette, dressing well, diplomacy, Grimm's ass.

Dislikes: Uneducated opinions, improper grammar, crowds, bad manners, extreme extroversion, disorganization, dishonorable intentions, processed food, music that has no actual structure, sneakers or sandals.

Allergic to: Several flowers, tree pollen (especially oak and pine), ragweed, fresh cut grass.

Sensitive to: Strong manmade scents, incense, cooking with too much spice, ginger.

Other Snzfucker Info: Indigo has extremely bad allergies at certain times of the year. It can vary from day to day with him. He's rarely ill, but when he is? He's down for the count for days. He usually runs himself into the ground until his body just says "Okay, fuck you, then." And it's too late. Indigo has a violent, sharp, throat-scraping sneeze sound. He has very little to no buildup and can be startling, if you're not prepared. He is a multiple sneezer with no set number or pattern. It can range from 3 to 7 on average. I wouldn't call him "rapid fire," but he does tend to do "back-to-back"' sneezes in a fittish quality. He couldn't stifle if his life depended on it.

History: Indigo grew up as the only child to High Fire Master Astralis Solaris and High Ice Master and healer Aurora Stargazer. Astralis was extremely strict with his son, emphasizing discipline, control, and emotional regulation above all else. Typically, the son inherits the abilities of the father, but Indigo has both his father's fire wielding ability and his mother's ice wielding one. The result is a type of "cold fire" that is basically unheard of. Indigo's fire burns, but it's a freezing burn, a bit like liquid nitrogen. Because of this, Indigo's abilities were "unstable" to a degree. Strong emotions could cause him to lose control and his father did his best to make sure that Indigo was in control at all times. Luckily, Indigo also inherited his mother's healing ability to some degree, so this has assisted him in keeping himself level. His mother would have preferred her son to be a sensitive healer rather than the demon hunter that he became, but Indigo needed an outlet for his abilities or it could have caused great distress for him in the future.

Indigo's people are not entirely human. They came from somewhere else, possibly another dimension or world. They age much, much slower than humans do, so Indigo will appear as he is now for at least 100 more years. His people came to this world to rid it of demonic forces that have been infiltrating other worlds for centuries.

Indigo has a "human job" as a book editor as a sort of "cover" for himself. Because of his extreme abilities and his high level of efficiency for destroying demonic forces, he's quite the target.

Fun Facts: Indigo's name comes from his high level of intuitive ability that he inherited from his mother. It's the color of the "third eye." She "saw" who he was going to be before he was born.

-Indigo almost lost his vision during a fight with a powerful demonic force. His mother was able to heal him, but now and then, his vision blurs and he has special glasses to correct it. There is no reason for this. It just randomly happens.

-Indigo's family (and all of his people) are actually considered "royalty" and are quite well off.

-Indigo's abilities are so extreme, he needs a counterbalance to keep him stable. Typically, his people would choose this person, but after several failed attempts to have him bond with someone, they sort of gave up. Grimm, an actual human, was never part of the plan, but HERE WE ARE.

[golden-risuto]

CW: This particular character is mentally unstable. I will do my best to make her realistic, but please let me know of any flaws. I would appreciate it very much.

Delilah Mun-Ime the Tlacuache

“It's still a dream worth keeping.”

Gender: Woman.

Orientation: Straight.

Nicknames: Del, Luna, Yuè (Father and brother).

Species: Fairy Opossum, part moon creature (Normal form showed).

Physique: Chubby, less than average height (4'11")

MBTI: INFJ 9w8.

Occupation: Art teacher, artist.

Neurotype: Autistic and BPD.

Elemental Alignments: Water and Dark.

Song: A Dream Worth Keeping · Sheena Easton (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I61G6qPM_yQ)

Background:

A 34 years old Tlacuache who lives the dream that many would like to have: A powerful husband, living off her art, a good reputation within her village, and two fantastic children... If only that reflected reality. Her life is far from perfect, since Delilah has been the victim of a forced marriage at the age of 19 to the son of the previous chief of Sigilla Village, Zechariah Demirkan, whom she detests with all her being. A fate Del wouldn't wish even on her worst enemy.

She hasn't had peace since her childhood, after that fateful day where her older brother, Stanford Mun-Ime the Coyote, ran away from home to save himself from a terrible future. Certain superior figures have been and continue to be very strict on her so she never thinks to almost go out of line again, against her wishes. Delilah, due to her reserved nature and fatigue at this point, avoids conflict to maintain the little inner peace she maintains... Although, sometimes, that flame that existed in her youth is fanned, seeking justice in short-lived explosive ways.

Despite all the bad things in her life, Delilah finds passion in her work as an Art Teacher in Sigilla Village, as well as in artistic, alchemical and gardening hobbies at home. She feels a lot of appreciation for her students and some members of the community, who see her as a stubborn, yet wise woman for her choices. However, she finds greater satisfaction in the relationship she has with her father and firstborn, Delilah wouldn't know what to do without them.

Special Info:

- A little known talent, inherited from lunar ancestors, is her ability to absorb moonlight and transfer it to a liquid as a potent ingredient for potions. The residents know of the existence of those potions and buy them to cure their illnesses, but they do not know the true origin of some components.

- Feels a huge emptiness for what could have been if the first escape plan had worked out, her life would have taken a big turn and perhaps Delilah would be very happy, even though she'd had little. However, it is still a dream worth keeping, even if the years have gradually diminished hopes.

- Delilah was in love with another man when she got married and Zechariah, at the beginning of the marriage, tried to make her fall in love with his qualities, but time proved that it would never happen between them and they currently live together like two strangers who detest each other.

- The abandonment of two significant figures has triggered an intense fear of being abandoned again, regardless of whether it is real or imaginary. She's even tried to convince herself not to have connections with others to avoid the pain... If only she didn't crave it at the same time.

- Has a hidden fairy form, but she prefers to stay normal for comfort and not to attract so much attention when it's already combined with her lunar form, whether good or bad.

- Cannot control her emotions and impulses a lot of times, the most benign of all being buying a lot of art supplies and one of the most harmful being alcohol, especially wine.

- After a long day of being overloaded with stimuli, there is nothing better for her than eating comfort food, cooking, reading a book or taking care of the garden. Likewise, she teaches her child Bastion the magic of art and do activities together.

- A faithful follower of the fairy demigod, Faunus, Delilah has felt their presence so many times that she cannot help but feel excited for his return and it's one of the few things that keeps her sane. She was proud of Bastion the day they decided to serve as an assistant in the Church of the Sacred Fruit.

- Her parents are recognized figures, she had a childhood free of economic worries thanks to the work of her father and his puppet... Enchanted shows and her mother, attending to the needs of the place. Delilah has a huge collection of books ranging from books from her childhood, art, culture, alchemy, outer space and even forbidden books on moon magic.

- Has a complicated relationship with her second child, Zebereo Demirkan the Red Panda, since he has a very similar attitude to his father. She loves him, but at the same time she finds it difficult to connect with him, which adds seeds of resentment between the Demirkan siblings.

[king-of-wrath]

Character Biography: Barbatus

Name: Barbatus Age: 2500 Race: Goetia Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male (He/Him) Orientation: Straight Born: 500 BC Birthplace: Tartarus County, Wrath National Identity: Wrath Occupation: Goetic noble, military advisor, archduke of Wrath Language(s): Demonic, English

Height: 9'0" Build: Average Weight: 200 lbs Skin Tone: Light grey Hair (Feathers): Black Eyes: Red Identifying Features: Long hooked beak, metal scales over his talons, stiff posture Appearance: Similar to many avian members of the Ars Goetia, Barbatus has long stick-like legs and a large bust. He is often wearing a silver breastplate with a purple sash displaying his medals

Personality: Cold, draconian, militant, single-minded, strict Approves of: Corporal punishment, military service, strategy Disapproves of: Cowardice, inaction, leniency, pacifism Likes: Martial arts, military history, other nobles, weaponry Dislikes: Commoners, hippies, sinners Best Qualities: Dedicated, intelligent, inventive, last to retreat Worst Qualities: Cruel, merciless, outdated beliefs, overly self-entitled, "victory at all costs" Hobbies: Golf Skills: Magic (master level), marksmanship, swordsmanship

Alignment: Lawful Evil Affiliation(s): Ars Goetia, Hellish Legions, Wrath Ring

Family: Two sons, Paimon (distant relative) Friends: None Relationship Status: Married (open relationship) Significant Other: Victoria (wife) Other Relationships: Boss: Satan Servant (former): Wretch

Backstory: Barbatus' early life was typical of the Ars Goetia: his parents' marriage was arranged, he was raised to become his father's heir and was provided the best education possible. But unlike other Goetic nobles, Barbatus cared little for politics, diplomacy, court intrigue and subterfuge---instead preferring direct action and the use of force. Although this was seen as "odd" or even "crude" by other nobles, his wish to pursue a military career was granted.

After proving himself to be both an adept fighter and clever tactician, Barbatus became an officer of Satan's 8th Legion and would continue to climb the ranks. His successes as a commander were applauded, yet his methods were the subject of debate: while many leaders take the lives of their followers into careful consideration, Barbatus appeared unconcerned about casualties. If he believed victory was likely and the result favorable, Barbatus would consider the number of lives lost to be "well-spent".

It would be an understatement to call Barbatus a "workaholic", especially given his intense focus on military matters and doing the bare minimum expected of a Goetic noble. He married purely for political gain and sired two sons, never spending time with them outside of formal engagements and only did so to maintain appearances.

[dangermousie]

Decided to continue my read of Chang’an’s First Beauty, realized I read the parts I read so long ago, that I might start my reread from scratch.

Still so good, a rare novel that isn’t just fun but quality. I’ve posted about it before, but repetition is the mother of learning blah blah. 

At first glance, the set-up is fairly typical - an aristocratic beauty in distress and a powerful young man who offers to protect her. Sweetness of the usual set up of Mary Sue heroine being protected by a powerful man for no reason, you say? Well, he “protects” her by taking advantage of her distress and offering to make her his mistress. Hard screeeeeeech of the brakes. She takes him up on it; she is scared of him and disgusted by him but speaks sweetly yearning for his money. Breaks break utterly.

This is an incredibly rare web novel where people feel like believable period people and not moderns playing dress up. Nobody is a transmigrator or a powerful martial artist or a demon or has anachronistic useful skills. (The closest we come is ML ends up having memories of his past life with past life FL but they are still normal upper class people in that past life and that knowledge doesn’t confer any super power or anything.)

The heroine, refreshingly, is merely a noblewoman of the period. She is well-educated and beautiful but that’s it. When her family implodes due to her father being framed, she is left with close no resources. Her beauty, her manners, her kindness are all useless. I love her because she’s neither a saint nor a battle axe, just an average enough woman cursed with beauty. I love how she gives ML her body and her compliance and her perfect manners, on the outside a poseable doll, but inside she’s a block of ice who is scared of him, disgusted by him, and keeps running a mental abacus in her head, viewing this as a particularly gross job and focusing on the cash.

The hero is a FUCKING BASTARD. Not in murdering children and planning an apocalypse or w/e exciting villain stuff usually happens. No, he is a typical upper class man of the period, who views the poor and non-blueblooded and women as all lessers, there to at best cater to him. He is a nephew of the emperor (but as son of emperor’s sister is exempt from succession fights which makes his position really great and as an emperor’s favorite) and is high up in the judicial office. When he meets the beautiful heroine in distress, there is nothing chivalrous. Ultimately, he wants her and he buys her, her true feelings and wishes as immaterial to him as a chair’s. As far as he’s concerned, this is a fair bargain. He is cold and demeaning; he’s never cruel on purpose or for enjoyment purposes, but since he doesn’t truly view her as human let alone as equal, he’s thoroughly cruel nonetheless. Their first time is not noncon in the ancient sense but seeing that she only puts up with it to have food and to protect her little sickly brother, and is disgusted by it, it’s horrific anyhow.

The best part of the novel is not the characters (who are all realistic; there is a secondary OTP of heroine’s unhappily married older sister and her suitor that is amazing) or the fairly interesting plot involving conspiracies, but watching ML’s slow transformation as he gradually falls hopelessly and utterly in love with FL only to slow realize how little she cares for him and how he’s wronged her and if you, like me, love watching bastards grovel and grovel and lose their damn mind, this one is for you! (One of the best things for me is that he remains a period man. He repents of how he treated her, he wants her love, he sees her as a person, because he’s fallen for her; his views on classes and genders in society outside of her remain the same.)

I mean, this is pretty early on is deliciousness. He is trying to woo her with his body and so is being the best lover he can be (in contrast to early scenes where he just sought his pleasure and that’s it and however uncomfortable she was he did not even notice) and she is just grossed out and wants him to be done as quickly as possible. LIKE YES YES YES YES!

The darkness of the night was being rendered so sultry by a man’s continuous kisses against a woman’s white skin.

It was the first time Lu Yan was so delicate and dedicated during acts of love. Her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, that spot between her eyebrows, he kissed it all with a slow relish, sporadically lifting his head and observing her face before plunging back. Who could have imagined that the same rigid hands that wrote submissions and death sentences could morph into soft and tender caresses?!

However, Shen Zhen was not enjoying this sudden novelty. In fact, it was making her horribly nervous and anxious. She remembered that the last time she had told him that she was menstruating, he had immediately lost interest, removed his hands from her body and backed away. She was afraid he was planning on pushing perversion to a new level, so she quickly called out to him, very unwilling to cross yet another one of her boundaries under Lu Yan’s coercion.

And a little later, his realization is SO GOOD!!!

And here he was, lying beside this paragon of all qualities, this highly finished piece of nature, as far away from her as if he had never met her. She had built a wall of misgivings, tears, pain, distrust and resentment to separate herself from him as much as she could.  

And he was left on the other side, yearning for her joy, her gratitude, her admiration. He wanted it all. He wanted it desperately. Lu Yan wanted Shen Zhen to regard him as the source of all her comfort, emotional and physical, to view him as the moon of her nights and the sun of her days. Lu Yan wanted Shen Zhen to love him. He needed her to love him. And this newfound knowledge of his own abject dependence on her made him want to break something. But it did not make him want to break free. Not in the slightest.

Good luck, bastardy bastard, you will need it!

PS They are adapting this; it will never ever be as good as the novel, but at least casting Jeremy Tsui as a sexy cold bastard is way on point.

[massensterben]

dossier   —   Bertholdt Huber.

FULL  NAME.     Bertholdt Felix Huber  MEANING.     Bertholdt (from Old High German: Berhtwald ‘bright ruler’) Felix (from Latin: Felix ‘fortunate, happy’) Huber (from German: Huber ‘free farmer’)  NICKNAME.     Bertl (childhood nickname), Bert, ‘tall guy’ GENDER.     cis male ETHNICITY.     eldian HEIGHT.     192cm (850) / 197cm (854) AGE.     16 (850) / 20 (854) ZODIAC.     capricorn    (diligent, ambitious, responsible, pessimistic, devoted) SPOKEN  LANGUAGES.     eldian, marleyan, paradisian dialect

physical  characteristics !

HAIR  COLOR.     black EYE  COLOR.     grey-green SKIN  TONE.     tan BODY  TYPE.     athletic, lean, long limbs ACCENT.     faint marleyan accent when speaking eldian  VOICE.     low, often speaks softly DOMINANT  HAND.     left handed, but trained to use his right hand, became quasi-ambidextrous in the process (he can only write quickly with his right hand) POSTURE.     keeps his head low, straight back, prefers to not take up much space SCARS.   none / (God of Destruction verse: several long but faint scars across his torso and limbs) TATTOOS.   none MOST  NOTICEABLE  FEATURE(S).  his height and his nose

childhood !

PLACE  OF  BIRTH.     the internment zone in Liberio HOMETOWN.     Liberio, Marley MANNER  OF  BIRTH.     natural (at home) FIRST  WORDS.     “up” SIBLINGS.     none  PARENTS.     mother : Hannelore Katznick,  a young eldian woman who only had a brief romantic relationship with Bertholdt’s father. she attempted to make the relationship work for the sake of the child when she became pregnant, but ultimately decided to leave the family soon after the baby was born. she had no further contact with Bertholdt. she eventually got married to a younger man. father : Wolfram Huber, a war veteran who was famous among eldians in his day as an outstanding soldier. he was wounded and discharged with honors, and worked as a factory worker thereafter. the chemicals he worked with permanently damaged his lungs and he became bedridden by the time Bertholdt was three. he died in 854.  PARENT  INVOLVEMENT.  Bertholdt’s mother was only involved during the first three months of Bertholdt’s life and then never again. Bertholdt’s father was already up in years when his child was born but did his best to provide for him. their relationship was warm but quiet; they did not have many heart to hearts. Bertholdt very early had to take on a caretaker role for him. this rankled his father immensely and changed his more sensitive approach to one of growing dissatisfaction. he fully intended for his son to join the military and the warrior program seemed a promising venture, not to mention the benefits. Bertholdt’s relationship with his father afterwards became more strained and more based on expectations and ceaseless health concerns. they parted on good terms but Bertholdt felt emotionally neglected by the time he left for Paradis. Bertholdt remembers him fondly, even so, and believes himself to have an irrevocable duty to him. 

adult  life !

OCCUPATION.   warrior with the Warrior Unit of Marley, briefly employed as a soldier with the Paradisian Survey Corps CURRENT RESIDENCE.  survey corps barracks / warrior HQ living quarters  CLOSE  FRIENDS.   Reiner Braun, Marcel Galliard, Armin Arlert, Christa Lenz, Ymir  RELATIONSHIP  STATUS.  verse dependent!  FINANCIAL  STATUS.  fully dependent on his employers  DRIVER’S  LICENSE.     no; (acquires a license in 854) CRIMINAL  RECORD.   terrorism, kidnapping, mass murder, other crimes VICES.   jealousy, insecurity

sex  &  romance !

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION.  bisexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION.  biromantic  PREFERRED  EMOTIONAL  ROLE.  submissive, supporting  PREFERRED  SEXUAL  ROLE. dominant, servicing   LOVE  LANGUAGE.   quality time, acts of service  LIBIDO.   average, increases when affected by strong emotions RELATIONSHIP  TENDENCIES.   he prefers something subtle and casual over bold gestures and declarations of love, as long a he knows he can rely on his partner and find in them a constant to ground him, he will move mountains for them. 

miscellaneous !

THEME  SONG.     officially: apple seed & alternative drive; Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths HOBBIES  TO  PASS  TIME.     reading, drawing, spending time with friends MENTAL  ILLNESSES.   post traumatic stress disorder (survivor’s guilt, depression, anxiety) PHYSICAL  ILLNESSES.     none LEFT  OR  RIGHT  BRAINED.     left PHOBIAS.  syringes, restraints  SELF  CONFIDENCE  LEVEL.  confident in his physical abilities, appears to lack confidence when it comes to mental capabilities VULNERABILITIES.    deeply devoted to his comrades, explosive temper when stressed, lacks communication skills