#but pure behaviorism is just cruelty behind a mask of 'helping'

[another-whump-sideblog]

I'm getting whumperflies from my textbook's chapter on behaviorism. The cold, calculated way it talks about behaviors completely separate from the person doing them and the emphasis on reinforcement and punishment are just so very whumpy. Generally it uses attention as an example of reinforcement, which leads to stuff like "it's effective to avoid eye contact and conversation while restraining a patient so that misbehaving isn't unintentionally reinforced through attention." Like that's one of the whumpiest things I've ever read and it's in a psychology textbook. Imagine a whumper just completely ceasing any eye contact or conversation while Whumpee is being punished because attention is a reinforcer

Behaviorism is so fucked up

[animeyanderelover]

I wonder if it's too much to ask for a isekai reader for the eldian soldiers like Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie and/or Zeke ? I just realised that isekai in aot is like the manhwa "iris lady with a smartphone"

More Attack on Titan!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, overprotective behavior, clinginess, stalking, controlling Yandere, mean Yandere, kidnapping, death

Reader gets transported into their world

🟤🧡💗People might think they didn’t have already enough secrets keeping with them. Needing to keep quiet about who they really were and what their true intentions were. But then you suddenly came. It was after Marco had died that you suddenly stumbled upon them, to be more specific after Annie had joined the police. She was just patrolling around the city when she suddenly heard loud noises from one of the alleys, slowly walking inside, ready to fight whoever was in there. She had expected some drunk bastard or thief to hide in there. But she hadn’t expected to find you inside. Someone with a very questionable sense of fashion who just looked with huge eyes around, muttering something from “not believing you were in one of your favorite animes”. At first Annie thought you were some lunatic, confronting you and asking you coldly who you were. Upon seeing her you instantly flinched and stuttered to not kill you. Annie just rolled her eyes and told you that she you should leave because she didn’t want to waste time on you.

🟤🧡💗It was kind of obvious to you that she thought of you as some crazy person. But you weren’t. And you needed help! And just as she was about to leave you suddenly told her that you were from another universe. That caused her to scoff, continuing to ignore you. But she froze when you told her that you knew that her, Reiner and Bertholdt were Titan shifters. And before you could even blink you were suddenly thrown to the ground by Annie, threatening you to better tell her if anyone else knew about this and from where you had even gotten this information. You were honestly scared that she would kill you so you told her in a scared voice that you had proof that you were from another world, telling her to look into your pocket. She did, her eyes never leaving you and her arm never stopping to twist yours in a painful grip. You knew that if you would move she wouldn’t hesitate to break it. Annie quirked an eyebrow when she pulled that weird thing for the first time out, some flat object. For a few moments she just turned it around from all angels before accidentally pressing somewhere down. When that thing suddenly started glowing she was a bit startled and nearly let it fall before catching it. What was that thing?

🟤🧡💗You were dragged away from the town, Annie making sure that no one would ask any questions. If they did she just said that she escorted you home due to being a bit drunk. She got laughed at for this, but didn’t care. And you had to keep your mouth shut or else...You didn’t want to find out what else would happen then. So you just followed Annie for who knows how long, always asking you where the two of you were going to and her always making you shut up with a short glare. By the time the both of you arrived you had been traveling for hours. At least you had ridden the most part on horse Annie had taken with her on her way out. Your destination? A small house in the forest, pretty isolated from other villages in here. You actually wanted to protest, but before you knew it you were pushed inside from her. And after she had locked the door she slowly pulled the small object out, asking you what exactly that was and that you should better on explain everything to her. And be truthful with it. She was still a bit suspicious of your explanation that you came from another world, but on the other hand she had never seen a thing like this before. But she got convinced when you showed her photos on your “phone” from her and all her comrades, telling her that in your world the story of her world was like a fairytale in hers. Many people knew that story and that was because you knew everything.

🟤🧡💗Annie left you alone in that house after progressing the news, tying you to a chair and warning you to better not disappear. And there were definitely better things than being tied up for hours to a chair without having the chance to go to the toilet before, not to mention without having drunken or eaten anything before. You were when she finally came back sure that you would pee in your pants if she wouldn’t hurry up. But she hadn’t come alone. You realized that when suddenly no other than Reiner and Bertholdt stepped in, Reiner having a non believing look on his face and Bertholdt a unsure yet curious expression on his. Both of them observed you closely when Annie carefully untied you, giving you finally the chance to relieve yourself and even being that nice to steal some food and water for you which you needed after hours. But it didn’t change the fact that you felt very nervous by all of them. Especially Reiner scared you. At least they had the patience to wait until you had shoved down all the food before Reiner finally demanded from you to show them what you had in your “phone”. So you showed them gladly all the fan art and pictures you had saved about them. Reiner kept his stern expression, but Bertholdt watched everything with wide and fascinating eyes, being amazed by the fact that there was another universe like yours out there.

🟤🧡💗The opinions about you at the beginning were very different. Reiner believed it might be the best to just kill you, seeing you as a potential threat. If people like Levi or Erwin would find you, they would be doomed. Bertholdt thought the complete opposite. He had instantly taken a liking to you after the first meeting, protesting and saying that you could be a great help for them as well with all your knowledge. Annie’s decision was what saved you in the end. She thought that it wasn’t their job to kill you. You didn’t even belong into this world and they didn’t even know if you might just get transported back without them doing anything. So after long discussions they agreed to keep you in this house, making sure to tell you that if you would try to escape. Bertholdt wasn’t even all that threatening, Annie just told you with a neutral face that she would break your bones if you would try to escape and Reiner was the one who definitely was focused on scaring you the most, telling you he would kill you if you should ever try to run away. And so your new life started. Being locked up in a small house with one of them or all three coming every night at the same time to look after you. You weren’t very happy about this, having hoped to see the other characters as well. But all three had agreed that it would really mean trouble if the scouts would find out about you. Not only that, but you obviously had “favs”, meaning they couldn’t risk that you would tell someone about them just because you wanted to save someone’s life.

🟤🧡💗Bertholdt was the first one to become obsessed. He had a huge curiosity for you the moment Annie had told him and Reiner about you and had taken a instant liking towards you the moment he had met you. The thought of another world much more peaceful than his existing was so soothing for him, making him want to know everything about this world and also you. What exactly made him fall so hard? It was probably the fact that you could listen to his worries and his guilty thoughts without completely judging him like everyone else did. You were somewhat neutral, despite having your “favs” in this show, being able to give him your honest opinion without having to always add in the end what he had to do. You just told him what you thought about this. For him you were a true angel, possessing an innocence that not even a child had. It made him want to protect you, to make sure that you would never have to suffer like he had to.

🟤🧡💗The next one to fall for you was Reiner. At first he honestly disliked you. He didn’t enjoy the fact that there was someone from another world in here and knew everything about them. You were just an obstacle in his eyes, at least at the beginning. But he was a very unstable one and that was what made him fall faster than thought for you than he had expected. The knowledge that there was a world where people didn’t have to suffer like him or all the others was truly medicine for his damaged mentality. Similar to Bertholdt it was also your innocence that made him fall even harder even though he liked to describe it more as naivety. Despite the fact that he still was sometimes very harsh with you he relied a lot on you, being able to just let every shit that was going on in his head out without being scolded for being weak or being called a monster. And you just listened and tried to understand. He would have never expected to fall so hard just because someone would just sit down and let him talk all his overwhelming feelings out.

🟤🧡💗Annie was the last one from those three to fall for you. She had been the most neutral and calm about you. She hadn’t hated you like Reiner had done, but she also hadn’t been all over you like Bertholdt had been. She had just thought rationally about the whole situation. But you knew that behind her motionless mask someone else was. And that’s what made her in the end fall for you. You didn’t just see her as a soldier or warrior. You saw her for the person she was and not just as a weapon or a monster. You saw her as more. And Annie felt...appreciated. For the first time in her life she felt like she was sincerely liked for who she really was. This innocence made her want to shield you from the cruelty of this world, ensuring that you would never lose those pure thoughts of yours.

🟤🧡💗Everything was alright for some time, but all of them weren’t dumb by any means and realized that they all felt the same for you. And then it came to a small argument. Reiner was definitely the most pissed, Annie was, despite still being able to keep most of her cool, slightly annoyed and Bertholdt was only confused and surprised by this discovery. It became more messy between them after this. They didn’t hate each other, knowing fully well that they needed to work together, not only for their home’s sake, but also for you. But that didn’t mean that there wasn’t some tension. Especially between Annie and Reiner was the tension more thick. Annie had a talent for pissing him with her words off whilst keeping a cold face, making it even for Reiner hard to keep his cool. Bertholdt was the one who tried to ease the tension between the two of them. He considered both of them as his friends and more important, they were also helping to protect you so he needed them to get along.

🟤🧡💗Despite this small problem they were still able to keep you a secret. But things started to become more messy after Annie’s cover had been doomed. This is an AU where she was able to climb over the wall and escape. Suddenly people knew that there were more like Eren out there, people who could transform into Titans. It became more stressful after that for Reiner and Bertholdt, needing to be more careful since it had been known that all three of them had been always very close. Especially after they had found you. There was a closer eye kept on them, not allowing them to visit you every night like they used too, what was for both of them a torture. They feared that at some point you would ran out of food or even worse, the Military Police would find you and investigate you. For Annie it was even worse. Whilst Reiner and Bertholdt were at least still able to reach out to you, she was now completely out. Somehow sneaking back in would be very hard and there was also the danger that she could doom Reiner’s and Bertholdt’s cover or even leading the enemy directly to you. She needed a plan and help, leading us to how you met Zeke.

🟤🧡💗🚬You were very well aware of the events that were avout to happen, speaking of the Beast Titan aka Zeke Yeager coming into the picture. You were aware that some of the original story line had been changed, knowing that Annie had actually been supposed to crystallize herself. You guessed your appearance had led to some change in the plot twist and asked how much that would change the story. And what would happen to you? You got your answer sooner as wanted when that happened which you had already known. When the Titans started to appear inside the wall and the roof of your house had suddenly been lifted up, giving you nearly a heart attack and thinking that this must be your end. That was at least until you recognized the Female Titan. It was Annie who had grabbed you and set you on top of her head before running off with you, not giving your brain the needed time to progress all of this. She just ran away with you, bringing you somewhere else. Somewhere far away from all the disaster that was currently going on in the Walls.

🟤🧡💗🚬It was a while later when you met Zeke who had decided to help Annie with saving you. Could you blame him for wanting to meet the infamous “world traveler”? You didn’t look that different from any other human, but he as a smart man instantly noticed during his talk with you that you were different. From the way you used gestures whilst talking to your speaking pattern. It all was unique, not to mention the weird words you sometimes used from which he had never heard before. He had believed Annie when she had told him about you, being able to tell that she wasn’t lying. But when he asked you what you knew about his past and you held a whole speech, including even his father’s and mother’s past up until now? If he hadn’t been convinced before he was now.

🟤🧡💗🚬It was only natural for him to become obsessed with you. How couldn’t he with someone who was such a mystery? How had you even gotten here? Had there been a reason why you and not someone else? Was there a way to teleport back to your world? What was your world like? At first Zeke had just been obsessed with those kind of questions. But with time they started to revolve more and more around you. What was your family like? How was your childhood? He wanted to know everything. He had expected to be highly interested in you, but he hadn’t expected to feel so abnormally strong for you. What was it about you that caused him to feel this way? Was it your point of view from the meaning of life and this world that he had never heard before? Was it your more innocent and openly personality that was like a breath of fresh air for him? Now that he started thinking about it, there were a lot of things about you that he loved. Who would have thought that he would found himself attracted to a dimension traveler?

🟤🧡💗🚬Not long after meeting Zeke you were also reunited with Reiner and Bertholdt who were honestly nothing, but glad and relieved that you were safe. They had feared that you might have gotten in contact with a Titan or the scouts. But now a new problem appeared. Whilst Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt had gotten by now somewhat adjusted to the fact that they all loved you they hadn’t been prepared to finding out that Zeke had it suddenly for you as well. Zeke hadn’t either. He had suspected from the way Annie had acted when it involved you that she had feelings for you. But he hadn’t expected all three of them to be in love with you. And even with the same unhealthy feelings he was. That was somewhat troublesome.

🟤🧡💗🚬Zeke had an advantage in here. The fact that he was the superior of the three. So it wasn’t rare that he often just snatched you away from the three, claiming that he wanted some more informations from you. In reality he just wanted you away from them and being a manipulative and controlling one he started to try to talk you into avoiding the three and spend your time instead more with him. And that was what caused the tension to reach a suffocating level. Because Annie, Bertholdt and Reiner weren’t happy with that. Whatever dislikes they had held against each other before was put to a stop and they teamed now willingly together. It became honestly like a game of tug of war. Suddenly you found yourself in a situation where Zeke tried to tell you to stay away from those three since they weren’t good influence and Bertholdt, Reiner and Annie telling you that you should probably stay away from Zeke since he wasn’t what he looked like. It was a very tiring situation for you.

🟤🧡💗🚬Now to what would happen if each one of them would find a way to travel back with you. And let’s be honest. They would all use that chance without blinking twice. But would they consider sharing you with someone? Let’s see. For Zeke it would be a huge no. He’s paranoid and not a fan of sharing, making him someone who would definitely take his darling and travel without anyone else to your world to finally have you all for yourself. Annie is another one who would travel alone back with you. She might actually consider the fact of taking Bertholdt and Reiner with her since she has some history with them and they did help her to protect you. But I feel like in the end she would decide that this might cause to arguments for which she don’t have the patience and will also consider Reiner’s unstableness. With Reiner there’s a high possibility that he might take Bertholdt with him given the fact that both of them are really close and there’s a chance that he might even consider taking Annie since she helped protecting you as well. Bertholdt is honestly the most willing to share, seeing both, Annie and Reiner, as his friends and as more ways to ensure that you’re protected and save even in your world. But don’t forget that the moment he witnesses that they should treat you wrongly in his eyes he’s also willing to leave alone with you. But as long as this doesn’t happen he’s fine with taking them too.

[zv5x]

Hey guys! An anon requested some Yandere ABC'S with Sen, but I had to reupload cause the formatting was wrong!!! I hope it works this time, and I hope you find it anon! Let me know if you did!

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Hey Anon! Don't worry, requests are open permanently! So feel free to request as much as you want! I'm so glad you enjoy my writings, that makes me feel so happy! I hope you enjoy the ABC's prompt and I hope I did a good job! (*´ω｀*) Stay safe and take care of yourself, you're valid and loved! ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? - Sen is a major giftgiver. So, expect him to really paint his love for you with lavish spending. Also, along with that, he's a hopeless romantic. So be sure to expect love letters and love notes to be littered around your apartment (whether or not he had permission to be where he placed them...that's up for debate). You met Senpai when you stumbled across his game, and were there to play it before you discovered a way to get him out. So, he was just as affectionate as your average visual novel character. Meaning, he's basically infinitely affectionate. He's very gentlemenly as well: kissing the top of your hand and brushing his lips against the tips of your fingers, helping you get ready each morning (he has to, considering you're literally restrained and rendered unable to do so), and other things. Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - I always imagined Sen to be more of a yandere "stereotype" considering his source (a cheesy Japanese romance game with pretty pastel colors and overly sweet and cheesy dialogue). So, Senpai would in that case be willing to make his murders messy. Their lives don't matter to Senpai, and he'll gladly paint a pretty picture of romance with their blood. He'd do anything to emphasize the fact that you belong to him and him alone. Not to those filthy, impure worms. Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they're abducted? Would they mock them? - Senpai has a bit of an ego problem. So, if he feels it necessary, he'll gladly make you feel inferior to him. "Out of the hundreds of people in the school, you're the one that I long for so strongly. Shouldn't you be greatful for that? I'm sure there's people willing to eat themselves alive just to be in your place." Among other similar statements. Senpai isn't physically cruel unless giving out punishments for "bad behavior", so that's something to be greatful about I suppose. Even with the taunts and reprimands he speaks to you, he doesn't really mean them. Especially the ones about you being inferior in any regard. You're the definition of perfection in his eyes, to the extent he doesn't even really see himself being worthy of your love. But, nobody else is either. While he's not 100% worthy of an angel like you being by his side, he's more worthy than the people that surround the two of you. Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? - Just like Spirit, the only other things he'd do against your will is take away your rights to freedom, family, friends, along with some other similar things. He doesn't want to traumatize you, and as much as his actions contradict the idea that he's far from a monster, he's truly not. He just wants what's best for your love. Is that really something that's worthy of him being called a monster? Senpai doesn't think so, not one bit. Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? - All of it. His heart is an open book. Senpai wants to woo you, he wants you to know how adored you truly are. He wants you to know how much space you take up in his heart, and he'll do anything to show that to you. Whether it be by taking you out to a nice dinner after you've been on your best behavior for a while, or by murdering past enemies or foes, Sen will do virtually anything Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? - Completely and utterly heartbroken. How could you, (Y/N)? Here he is, your precious and beloved Senpai, just wanting to take care of you, and this is the thanks he get's? Senpai's little heart will be absolutely crushed, and he'll be sure

to let you know that, even while he's angerly punishing you. Being the main love interest is literally in his code, basically the A.I. equivalent to DNA. He's not used to not winning a person's heart the minute he expresses interest, especially the heart of someone he's putting all his effort into romantically seducing. Senpai will go ballistic after such a rejection, throwing the closest thing to a toddler's temper tantrum that you'll be able to see in an almost full grown adult. Screaming, stomping, crying tears of pure rage, Senpai will display all of it right for you to witness in absolute fear and horror. Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? - Is this a game to Senpai? Well, yeah. But only considering he's literally a game character himself. He still sees this as the silly dating mechanics from his own game. Even if this is real life, and even if this is completely against your will. He's not used to anything else, so he'll continue living his life and gaining your love the way he's been built to. Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? - You're not really in the position to cheat on him considering he's holding you in complete isolation, but if you were to cheat on him? Whoo boy. Sen would react in a similar way to Spirit would, only 100x worse. The psychotic laugh yanderes are so infamous for, the brutality, the murder, and then the confrontation of you. A cheater, a liar, a betrayer. You'll pay for what you've done to Senpai, you won't get away with thinking you could pull him around like a toy. He loves you, but now he sees no other option, you must die for what you've done to him. It won't be quick either. No, you're going to feel exactly what you made him feel the moment he found you cheating on him. It's only fair, after all. An eye for an eye. But don't worry, your body will be in good hands! Senpai will still take care of you, and he forgives you for what you've done! Now the two of you can be happy together once again! No more distractions this time! Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? - The usual...marriage, honeymoon, perhaps some kids or pets (but only if you want them, of course!). Senpai is really up to any kind of future, as long as it's with you, his beloved Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? - Senpai is EXTREMELY jealous. He's suspicious of basically everyone you come into contact with, and you're always having to deal with him wrapping his arms around you from behind and gently laying down some boundaries for whoever you're just trying to talk to. Expect a few statements like/similar to, "Hey, worm! They're mine!", considering Sen is always trying to show people just how much you belong to him Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? - Like some kind of flawless prince, but you know damn well that it's just a facade. He tries very hard to keep his yan tendencies hidden from you, but his emotional instability makes him fail miserably at that. But, that doesn't take away from the fact that he's *usually* acting very cool and charismatic Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? - The usual things you'd see from a hopeless romantic...love letters, cards, poems, hand kisses, dinner dates, and everything else lovey dovey that people do to show a certain person how much they love them. Being a dating game character, Senpai is VERY good at courting anyone he seems romantically compatible Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? - His true colors are different from the way he tries to appear, but they come out so much that the people closest to him (specifically meaning you, and only you, as all of his other friends are just a.i. in the game that he once took residence in)) consider it apart of his actual personality Naughty: How would they punish their darling? - Probably just by breaking things around the two of them as he screams at them

for whatever they did to anger him. Senpai is very childish, especially when he's rejected, but he's still able to be calmed. You just need to know exactly what to say and when to say it. Which...is shockingly hard, considering how unpredictable Senpai can be Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? - Just like Spirit, he won't really take away any. But, he'll take away all of it if he feels as if he has to Patience: How patient are they with their darling? - Senpai's patience is quite literally in the lowest of negative numbers, so tread lightly, (Y/N). The slightest and smallest things can set Senpai into hour long rages Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? - No. Not at all. Senpai would be absolutely devastated. He wouldn't be able to move on, you were his absolute everything. He can't imagine living a life without you, and he won't. Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? - Regret? No! Absolutely not! Why should Senpai feel any regret? For loving his darling angel? No. That's nothing but foolish. There is no room for regret or shame in Senpai's heart, only love for you Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? - Rejection is against Senpai's code. You weren't supposed to not want him romantically. Because of this, Senpai quite literally doesn't know how to react. So, he acts...insane? Obsessed? Call it what you want, but make sure its definition doesn't neglect his love for you. Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? - Senpai would probably just get angrier. Why are you so upset?! Just love him, for fucks sake!! He just wants to take care of you, why won't you just let him? Stop being so difficult, let him take over, and things will be so much better for you! Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? - Not really. Senpai is pretty much a walking stereotype, with a few small changes here and there. Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? - His lovesickness, probably. Escaping Senpai would be hard to say the least, but not impossible. Just do the usual, try and act like a sufferer of Stockholm Syndrome and maybe you'll have a good chance at getting away from him Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? - Without hesitation. If he needs to do it to get his point across, Sen would do it without hesitation. It's all for you, that fact alone removes any chance of hesitation or remorse Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? - Senpai practically treats you like some overglorified love deity, the definition of a perfect partner. Perfect for him, at least. His entire heart is like an open book, but one that only you can read clearly. It's all for you, after all. Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? - He's good up until he witnesses even the slightest sign of distance or rejection, then he snaps Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? - Like hurting you, he'd do it without any hesitation. It means nothing to him, unlike you. You mean everything, and he'd do everything and anything for you. This is basically nothing to him. He loves you, after all! More than anything else in his world.

[kellachfromthewoods]

Devil's Advocate

Among those in the Resistance who'd captured enemies, especially in the Southern Sagolii and the Peaks, there was a tongue-in-cheek saying: "I'll play Diabolos' Rogues here and say we massacre their entire family for no reason."

Einrich didn't exactly care about the reputation his unit of ambushers. Unlike the Resistance, he knew the men and women under his care would be ready to do whatever was necessary to end the Garlean menace once and for all.

The only thing he cared about is that they'd been branded criminals for it.

The strategist did not take it personally - After all, they had to keep up appearances. The Resistance sought to win their lands back and eventually negotiate the Garlean surrender. The Diabolos' Rogues, as they called the unit, would put every Garlean citizen to the sword, with Einrich preparing an even worse fate for Garlean purebloods.

None of this was clearer than when the Diabolos' Rogues got wind of a provincial visit by a small-time noble's family. Barely anyone of note in Garlemald, but their daughter had enlisted and they wanted to see her.

None of them would see Garlemald again - Not that they would have, considering its current state, but that does not matter. It's how they met their end that mattered.

At first, the rogues weren't even seen as on the level of the Corpse Brigade when it came to nefarious acts, but after this operation, anyone in the Resistance who could bring the Diabolos' Rogues to justice would be commended.

The noble wanted to see if their daughter was doing well leading a bunch of savages into battle, and brought over their family so they could see their sister. Based out of Castrum Abania, their daughter patrolled the area in the southwest for rebel activity with a small detachment of troops, nothing major. They'd maneuver to the southwest, investigate, and then move back to the Castrum. This was the safest assignment for what was essentially a favored patrol group due to their leader's lineage.

Not to say they were not efficient, but that day, they had been read like a book. They marched with the exemplary discipline of the Garlean Army, until the troops fell into a spike pit dug by the Diabolos' Rogues, sparing the leader. Being surrounded, their leader sought to rescue as much as possible before whoever set this trap came around, but she saw firsthand the cruelty of this set-up. Garlean grunt fabrics stood no chance against gravity and spikes forged with the craftsmanship of pure vengeance.

Brought to her knees by her assailants after killing a few while defending herself, she saw a man with a plague mask order the group to dump barrels of something into the pit, and only when she started smelling the charred flesh of her comrades did she understand what that was. Even if some of her troops were still alive, after this bonfire, they would not be. Still, were they dumb? This would alert the Castrum! Perhaps she could be saved even if her fellow soldiers were dead.

That would not come to pass. The leader vanished alongside the ambushers, and she soon found herself tied up in a cave. It could be any of the mountainous caves - They didn't call this the Peaks for nothing.

The plague masked man was there as well. She immediately tried to make out any fixture other than his stupid plague mask. Before the day was done, she would see him dead.

Einrich, however, had other ideas.

"I want to state the following - no matter what happens here, you will die. There is no scenario where you can bargain for your life." The plague mask said.

"I will not talk. Not on my honor."

"Not that you have any, but as you wish. Remain silent then."

Einrich spoke to another person in the unit, and they left. He adjusted his gauntlets and the white glow they gave out soon turned a sickly green, a color most sinister.

The other person the plague masked man was talking to came back with three prisoners and just with their attires the leader knew exactly who they were. Her father, her mother, and her little brother. Why were they even here? They were safe in Garlemald! Why did they come here?

"Ahem.

To my dearest daughter,

We will be visiting in a few weeks to see how the army life is treating you. Hopefully you'll have crushed these rebels by then, especially with our emperor's son Zenos at the helm! Peterius has missed having you around, and I'm sure seeing you will cheer him up."

She'd never gotten that letter. It somehow had been intercepted before it made its way to her. The hope in her eyes was replaced with sheer horror as both father, mother and brother recognized their daughter, both in the same predicament.

"W-we'll get out of here, right Mecilia?" said the youngest.

"We have to." was her only answer.

Einrich interrupted the two camps.

"Allow me to repeat for those of you who were not here the first time around. No matter what happens here, you will die. You cannot bargain for your life. However, I will ask some questions and your answers will determine the order and method of executions."

"The Empire will never let your resistance get away with this!" the father yelled, amidst crying among his wife and son. Einrich's implacable plague mask simply turned towards the father, looked at him longly, and tapped his knee. The Au Ra man staring at them, and what seemed to be a Lalafellin woman approached him. The Au Ra man kept him standing while the Lalafellin woman took a massive swing right on the knee tapped by the plague mask. Crying out in agony, the noble was left crumpled on the floor.

"Interruptions aside, let's start the questions."

The plague mask asked for simple information which, if he was able to intercept a personal letter in the Castrum, he should already know. Of course, Mecilia forbade herself from answering. This simply made the plague masked man turn from her and go towards her younger brother. His gloves sprayed a mist on him, and immediately his skin started melting slowly, his nerves burning as the child cried out in sheer agony from the damp cave air interacting with his stripped flesh and the incredibly sensitive skin nerves being slowly eaten.

"No! What did you do to my brother!?"

"An experimental mixture of Gobbue phlegm and Bavarois remains. As I have said, your answers will determine the order and method of executions. This was an easy question to answer as you are of a certain rank within the Castrum, so you should have access to the head count. As you figured you could lie to me without consequences, I figured you could stand to see your brother digested in front of your very eyes."

A spoken being was melting before his very eyes and not only had he caused it, he had no sympathy for a child! A mere child! He had nothing to do with this war!

"You... monsters! Savages!" the noble's wife could only thrash about, her bonds far too secure for her to do much of anything.

The Lalafell rebel went to strike the wife, but Einrich put his hand up to stop her.

"Her being correct in this case won't change the outcome. Next question." Einrich moved behind the captured Garlean leader. "Assuming where I am standing is the center of the camp, and each of your family members are the warehouses, which of these contains your Ceruleum deposits?"

Thinking, maybe she could at least save her family, or buy them some time. Even if she told the truth, as ruthless and inhuman as these monsters were, they surely could not do anything about their Ceruleum deposits, right? She decided to tell the truth. Of course, her family had no way of knowing which answer was correct, but the behavior of her captor was a good indication.

"Very well. Do we need anything else?" He addressed his two accomplices. They shook their heads.

"All right, start with her. Throat, make sure the parents watch. The mist should finish with the child sooner than later, and then sell the parents to the Qiqirn of the ziggurat as a show of goodwill. We have a war to fund after all."

Days later, the Resistance soon found a locket belonging to the family while defending from a cannibalistic Qiqirn attack and following an investigation with a member of the so-called "Diabolos' Rogues" warning the Resistance about what had happened.

This horrific tale only helped the Resistance keep the high road as no one wanted to be compared to this sort of atrocity.

[chaoswillfallrpg]

JAE MULCIBER is THIRTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a DEFENSE BARRISTER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like KIM WOO BIN and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

TW: death, murder, abuse, violence

Calculated and brash, Jae Mulciber is the taste of hundred galleons worth of champagne, a catalyst of destruction and the cold edge of an executioner’s blade; decisive and callous determining the fate of victims with one fateful blow. The second born to KYUNG MULCIBER and YEONG YANG, Jae glowed in his parents' affection as they primped him to raise the Mulciber name into defying glory. Hidden in the secluded mountains of The Lake District, enchanted barriers secluded the family from unwelcome prying eyes. Gothic and grand, the manor was envied amongst Pure-Blood elite for it’s grandeur. Gargoyles kept a luring protective gaze on the prinimator, while towering family portraits adorned embossed walls cast in crystal chandeliers. Resilient, powerful and dynamic with exuberant wealth enough for generations to come; the Muclibers possessed a deep rooted sense of entitlement. Basking in status, the name Mulciber was a feared household name for it’s powerful ties to darkness. Souls matching demons, they snarled at Half-Bloods and Mudblood’s alike, batting them into anguish, with a superior god complex. Molded into assassins of torment by the guiding hand of the devil himself; purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding internal misery, Jae and his older sister ERIS were taught not what beauty magic held but rather what power. Snarled voiced echoed like piercing sirens around the garden’s grounds, poisoning any innocence the children held into pure vile vulgarity. A villainous snarl to accompany his bite, Kyung’s teachings were relentless and traitorous;  enough to make even the Thestral’s kept on their ground quiver. 

Concealing their illegal devastation with unregistered Gregorovitch wands, they harnessed darkness while slipping through the grasps of the law. The first born, Eris became the personification of the goddess of chaos; striking strife with the Cruciatus curse. Jae however took akin to the killing curse; Avarda Kadavra. Harsh, blunt, direct, it’s simplicity and dictating hand grew like a disease in Jae’s hand; graving it’s power. United in misery, the troublesome duo relentlessly tormenting house elves in a plight of their own self-satisfaction. Reveling in screams, elves who disobeyed fell victim to Eris, only once she’d had her fun did Jae put them out of their misery with one swish flick. Cast as the spawn of Satan, they revealed in the misery they inflicted and danced in the praise their parents bestowned who beamed with pride from the shadows at the little demons they’d created. Running on gasoline, as years passed, connections faded. Once thriving in destruction throwing hexes at one another with childish glee, glowering glances turned their relationship sour as Eris grew green with envy watching Jae became his father’s right hand. Though praise nor glory was fated in the cards for the Muclibers as heartbreak shattered a distorted reality. LARKIN MULCIBER, a mistake and tarnish on the family legacy brewed devastation. Causing their mother’s last breath with his first, YEONG passed leaving piercing darkness behind. Lace as black as night hid silent tears of fury burning into Eris’ cheeks, while the stench of alcohol on their father’s breath bit as he dismissed elves hushing Larkin’s wails of tears with bitter hatred. While Eris grew spiteful, Jae grew dependable and divisive; possessing an anger so vile it could burn cities to the ground.

While he left the Mulciber name growing in the pits of hell, Durmstrung was Jae’s doing. Persistent in his acts of cruelty, his wit and suave became his hallmark. Thriving, he followed in his sister's legacy as notoriously volatile. His charm lured in the unsuspecting; leaving them vulnerable at his diposble. Few families held the reputation of the Mucliber’s. A name that echoed for centuries, their family legacy was unmatched. Each member as vile as the next, Jae dominated the school with a devilish grin, slicked back hair and a charmed charisma that left even the strongest of witches falling at his feet. Arrogant in his pride, he rose like a phoenix from his mother’s ashes. Dominating and unforgiving, his popularity left him ruling the school with a gang as equally notorious for their power and cruelty. Enthralled by his father’s guiding words to gather strong connections to benefit them when THE DARK LORD’S world came to fruition, Jae entrusted only those equally despicable to his side. NYX FALKOV was a witch with powerful wandless magic rivaling even his own as she poisoned minds and played fiddle to no man, while OSIRIS NOTT held a somber disposition but whose combat skills could leave any quivering at his feet. Rioting the night they reigned like hell furies, encouraged by classmates and tutors alike for their sickafance and talent for the dark arts. Graduating with shining medals of honour to his name, Jae’s intellect and ambition for glory reigned. Hungry for power, he strode in his father’s footsteps; knowing his position could claim him leverage and a dominating hand in any room. 

Filled with aristocratic politicians who aimed to benefit themselves, though Jae held little interest in the justice of Wizengamot, he saw value in it’s disgrace. Week after week he watched the meek, vulnerable and pathetic plead their innocence despite their guilt. Their insolence was intolerable to him; but presented the perfect opportunity. Cunning as the devil and twice as pretty, Jae turned his hand to Law and became a defence barrister with hopes to become of use in The Dark Lord’s schemes. Safeguarding those with less than savoury natures, Jae’s was untouchable as he pleaded cases for those with horror’s hidden in their eyes. Slick defenses became his hall card as he unshackled the guilty and spared them from the likes of Azkaban and The Dementors kiss. Owl’s piled high from villainous figures pleading for their freedom were hand chosen by him for whom he deemed useful in his game of chess. One witch that found his behavior despicable was NAMARI NGUYEN, an auror with bold gumption; if Jae was the executioner, Namari was the liberator. Openly scorning him for endangering civilians by setting the guilty free, criminals passed through his doors captured by her only to be proven innocent. Taking entertainment in her displeasure, as their heated rivalry grew, Jae found himself only wanting to toy with her more. Love, they say, toys a fine parallel line to hatred. Their passionate disagreements turned to scandalous moments hidden behind locked doors with scattered papers. Opposites, while their values often classed; their blood and families aligned. Unionship encouraged by both sides, their love was in spite of odds; united in marriage after nearly seven years since they first quarreled.

Jae’s motives, however, were more complex. The hand of one of the most trusted Auror’s was a wealthy commodity and perfect mask of corruption; for who would suspect the husband of a senior officer? Destroying evidence to hide atrocities accumulating from the rising power of the Death Eater’s, his glory was finally coming to fruition. Though when villains crumble, it’s always that much more crippling. Sipping a fire whiskey on rocks in a heated political debate between his father and his new companion - ARA YI-; laughed at the state of the Ministry under the hands of MILLICENT. Though when Kyung went to check on his girlfriend after she’d excused herself, frantic alarmed shouts disrupted the silence. Alerted to join his father, Jae’s eyes befell a large serpent luring in the shadows of the room. Swift brash action, a twisted hand and a hissed ‘Avada Kedavra’ left the creature cold. Only, to their horror, as the scaly beast morphed into a petite woman did they realise it wasn’t a creature at all, but Ara; a Maledictus unknown to them. But before Kyung and Jae could utter a word, a scream of horror erupted from Namari who’d just returned home. Horrified, her gaze once loving darked before his eyes. With panicked words of informing the ministry, she fled for her wand. Barely a whisper of a hair from her grasp, before ‘Avada Kedavra’ cut through the air like a guillotine, harsh, brutish and soul destroying; leaving her cold as stone on the marble floor. A shiver in the air, Jae looked upon his wife’s corpse with tight sadness; death having left his lips from selfish fear of his own fate before he’d even gabbled the consequences. The soul of his love destroyed in a plight to save his own; unaware that he too would die with her.

Masquerading murders, Sectumsempra replicated the attack of the late BOOKER, leading blame to ‘infamous killer’ SILAS CRUMP. Assured by Kygung that Jae’s mistakes would aid in The Dark Lord’s biddings. And if betrayed, they’d all go burning into hell and drag RABASTAN and BELLATRIX down with them for their own crimes. Playing the mournful widow, an ominous glance reflected in a mirror before mysteriously vanishing and glass shattering without touch, have left him paranoid. Strange events keep happening without explanation, leaving him feeling haunted in guilt as he catches a reflection of a face he swears is his late wife. Fearing he’s losing his sanity, drowned sorrows eases his paranoia until the lights flicker in an ominous glow. An unnerving sight that isn’t helped with Namari’s once partner in crime NOBREGAS THORNE who is becoming overly interested in the growing investigation. Irritated as Thorne sniffs around, Jae has enlisted the help of close friend EDRICK SELWYN to uncover Nobregas’ skeleton’s in hopes to blackmail him into silence. However, discovering a stolen love affair between Thorne and Namari, Jae has grown furious with vengeful spite. Storm raging in his chest, for a man once so assertive, he’s become unstable in his own judgement. Rationality shattered, he has cleared the name of criminal ESADOWA ARROW and in exchange for his early release from Azkaban, has tasked him to deter Thorne by any means necessary. Swearing to Morgana the Mulciber name will burn glorious as he arises in the new world as the rightful air to his legacy. But what good is a legacy, if you’re unable to bask in all of its power come dawn?

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis-Male

Sexuality  → Up To Player

Relationship Status → Widowed 

Previous Education → Dumstrung Institute of Magic

Family → Kyung Mulciber (father), Yeong Mucliber (mother), Eris Mulciber (sister), Larkin Mulciber (brother), Jieun Malciber (Aunt) 

Connections  → Namari Nguyen (deceased wife/potential love interest/victim), Nyx Falkov (close friend), Osiris Nott (best friend), Edrick Selwyn (best friend), Castor Wilkes (close friend), Evan Rosier (close friend), Bellatrix Black (friend), Ara Yi (victim), Nobregas Thorne (adversary/person of interest), Esadowa Arrow (employee) 

Future Information → N/A

JAE MULCIBER IS A LEVEL 8 WIZARD.

[ramblingsofachristiannerd]

for roa'nev: crimson imperial sandstone safety coral white shadow black

ROA’NEV 

thanks for the ask haha. i love him but he is. shady as heck xd

(haha trick me into giving away some of my plot? Yeah you got me; plot details ahead because I couldn’t avoid them in order to answer these questions adequately XD)

Crimson: have you ever been in a war? If so, describe how it impacted you

- Roa’nev is the first of the four to go to war, and he excels at it. He’s smart, ruthless, independent, and devoted to securing freedom for all people. However, as the war goes on, as he’s obstructed by bureaucracy again and again, as more and more people die, he becomes cold. He never loses sight of the lives he set out to defend, but he has fewer qualms about shady methods that protect those lives, i.e. drawing on the power of the dark side. He doesn’t let himself feel anything; he can’t afford to. Every decision he makes is born out of icy pragmatism, pure logic. He’s also using an alias and wearing a mask that hides his features; it bothers him more than he lets on that everybody sees him as this great leader and warrior, the mighty Revan. He becomes his mask, and he feels like he can’t afford not to be – Revan is the identity he chose, and the one the people need. It’s not a very healthy coping mechanism, but it’s also not the end of his character development; he does reach a healthier place eventually.

Imperial: are you in any position of power or authority?

- He’s the Supreme Commander of the Republic military during the war. He goes to war without the official sanction of the Jedi Council, but a lot of Jedi like Malak and Meetra join him anyway. Revan doesn’t particularly like or want to lead, he just knows that he’s objectively good at it, and that this is the surest way to get things done. He is a fair, charismatic, and inspiring leader, and his men trust him completely, but the pressure wears on him more than he lets on.

Sandstone: who in your life has been the most healing for you?  

- Definitely Bastila. She cares about him as a person, not a symbol; she didn’t want to follow him, she wanted to help him, and she saw under his mask to his true wants and feelings. She helped him pick up the shattered pieces of his life when he wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be, and her endless faith in him helped him heal. She’s never shielded him from the consequences of his actions, but she’s always been a staunch defender of his right to a second chance. Their relationship is healthy because he helps her with her own issues, and they don’t feel like they owe each other for it; they just want to help the other because they’re worth it and they care about each other.

Safety: what is the most traumatic experience in your life?

- Poor Revan’s got a shopping list to choose from, but it’s probably the loss of his memories towards the end of the war. He’s a deeply independent and self-sufficient person, and the knowledge that there’s whole parts of his life that he doesn’t remember – and that he will never truly be able to tell if he got them all back – really disturbs him. He lost memories of people he cared about, some of whom were no longer alive, as well as his logic behind certain decisions, and the loss and uncertainty really get to him sometimes. He had everyone telling him about all these great or horrible things he did, and he doesn’t remember why he did them; he’s sick of being compared to the person he was before. Even though it’s a temporary experience, he was straight up not having a good time for pretty much all of it.

Coral: do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about?  

- Revan is a bit of a conundrum in that he actually has a fairly strong moral code, but also the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair. He believes very strongly in certain ideals, but is willing to do some pretty shady stuff to fulfill them, and is very much a classical anti-hero in that sense. But strongest of all, he believes that everybody should be free to live they life they choose; he treats everybody equally regardless of status, and he will fight to ensure that everybody is free.

White: would you consider yourself a good person? What’s the best thing you’ve ever done for somebody?

- He doesn’t particularly consider himself a good person, but he’s not one to wallow in either self-pity or self-hatred. He’s objective enough to know that he has helped a lot of people, and that he’s making real effort to improve himself and be a better person. The one thing he’s unambiguously proud of is liberating the slaves on Taris. He regrets a lot of things, but never that.

Shadow: what is your biggest regret?

- He has a lot, but his biggest will always be his treatment of Malak during the war. Revan relied on his friend heavily during the fighting, and ended up taking advantage of his support to enable them to do some pretty nasty stuff, sometimes intentionally. Revan tapped into the dark side during the war, and because he didn’t want to be alone, he encouraged Malak to do the same, which. Does not end well for them. He hates that Malak also paid the price for what Revan sees as his own mistakes, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling awful about it, even though Malak forgives him.

Black: what is the darkest thing you’ve ever done?

- Revan regrets a lot from the war, but how cold and manipulative he got really bothers him. See the above; the cruelty of essentially becoming Malak’s enabler, taking advantage of his anger and abandonment issues – something Revan didn’t watch or let happen, but directly did – is probably the darkest thing he’s ever done. Malak forgives him, but if there’s anything Revan hates himself for, it’s that, especially as he really does love his friend, and did it anyway. He certainly gets his comeuppance though, and it’s a behavior he intentionally never does again. 

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (back) to the Order of the Phoenix, Gina!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character AMOS DIGGORY with the faceclaim of Sam Claflin! We were intrigued by the plot possibilities you bring to the game through both Amos’ job and his motivations, and all the trouble that his best intentions might well cause for the Order he hopes to help! We also liked how you didn’t let the Diggorys’ wholesome depiction from the books get in the way of showing the darker nuances of Amos’ outlook on the magical world. We’re so happy to have you back with us!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Gina

AGE: 25

TIMEZONE: MST-Arizona (or GMT-7)

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Hello! I’m glad to be applying again! Things have called down at work for the most part – especially being at home. Like before, weekends are usually best for me to catch up on everything. I’ll try to get on during the week – especially on my early days. All that being said, I’ll definitely will be able to post at least once a week! As long as writing is still fun, and doesn’t feel like a chore, I’ll be on the dash frequently (and I’ll let you know immediately about any changes)!

ANYTHING ELSE: trigger: non-con.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Amos Diggory

AGE: 27

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, Bisexual

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Hufflepuff

ANY CHANGES: N/A

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Amos is a very friendly and jovial fellow. A gentleman to the core, he upholds all that the Diggorys instilled in him as a child. Well-mannered, he is a Brit – fond of food, drink, music, a full pipe, his friends and good cheer, and often greets any and all strangers from both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds. Able to charm many, Amos likes to flirt (not matter how cheesy it may come off). With the traveling for his work and care for creatures, Amos loves adventures and wandering.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

An only child can go in a few directions. Luckily, Amos took the amicable path – making his friends and schoolmates his family. His loyalty and devotion to them all is a strong bond that should not be taken lightly. While his parents passed away at a young age, Amos does not let their teachings go to waste. Above all else, Amos believes in family firmly – of all kinds. For him, family is what you build and make your own; water is not thinner than blood – pure or not.

OCCUPATION:

Employee of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures

Fresh out of school, Amos wanted to travel all across Europe to find the different magical beasts and beings he would be protecting. Therefore, he has been sifting through many of the sub-divisions of the Beast Division. Recently, he went on a trip to the Americas – particularly to see and gather more information about the behavior of various creatures since he’s seen some strange patterns in Europe. There, he used the study of the great beasts known as Thunderbirds in the wilds of Arizona as a cover. However, once word from Arthur Weasley came about a war in the Wizarding World, Amos quickly made his way back to London. Now, he is transferring to a higher position within the Werewolf Support Services in the Being Division. His goal is to become the Head of the entire department to make a good life for his family and provide when he decides to settle down.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Now back home, Amos is making his rounds to old friends and networking. Many of them have joined the Order – or family members within it. Having no siblings himself, he cares deeply for his old schoolmates and those fighting for justice. He will help in any way he can, but, behind the curtain. His heart is big and gives to many, but he also has a name to uphold and a reputation that he built himself. Amos cannot just go blindly into battle. Besides all of that, he does want to build a life with someone after the war, giving hope to others.

SURVIVAL:

Amos Diggory relies, not only on his magical skills, but also his intellect, and charm. As a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Amos Diggory has a high level of knowledge regarding Magizoology. He knows how to classify many different beasts and beings, and the various laws regulating the ownership of such creatures – such as Ban on Experimental Breeding. In other words, work for their agenda without retaliation.

As for charms, Amos can produce a non-corporeal patronus charm as well as many other incantations (like the eradication spell) that make others consider him an accomplished wizard. In short, he survives because of his unique skills he offers the Ministry and not being outspoken about his opinions. While he disputes blood supremacy, he must keep his head down. For his career and future family. While with the Order, Amos hopes to become an ally within the Ministry for them. He realizes how important their work is and to have friends woven into the system.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Amos has a rather brotherly friendship with Arthur Weasley’s siblings (whom he would later become further acquainted with at the Ministry for work). Being schoolmates, the pair of gingers and Amos had fun roaming the halls and getting themselves into playful trouble. Even after Hogwarts, they continued to visit and write each other often. He then grew a friendship with Arthur with their work – then becoming familiar with Molly and (of course) the Prewett twins. In fact, Amos is rather fond of them – admiring their skills greatly. He would like to think he has a cordial relationship with them, considering he’d do anything for both of the Weasley and Prewett families. Perhaps he even has a well-hidden crush on one of the twins – or both.

As for anything romantic, Amos did have a fair crush on Andromeda Black, but knew she was bound to marry an older and successful Pureblood male, so never made it known to anyone but Arthur. Imagine Amos’ surprise when he heard about Ted! For years, he has been travelling all across Europe, and even visited many parts of the world. With that, Amos had shared a few beds (of both men and women) to ‘get it out of his system’ before his Pureblood family expects him to marry a proper Pureblood woman.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

Ships: Amos/Chemistry Anti-Ships: None

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Being a Pureblood and a male, Amos had had few disadvantages in life and is well aware of it. He denounces blood supremacy – believing wholly that family is what you make it and anyone is worthy to study magic.   He supports all students with non-magic parents to study at Hogwarts.

Working with beasts and beings, Amos wants a better world for the creatures that cannot voice for themselves. It is the non-humans and beings he has a bias towards. Those with human qualities, a voice, and can fend for themselves. Particularly, this is because of an old grudge he holds against the house-elf Tilly that abandoned him after his parent passed away at a young age.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? Plotting & writing again – and with the tremendous writers in this RP!

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

No wife / family / Cedric yet. Amos is definitely looking to settle down though. Being from a Pureblood family, he will look at the aristocratic women in that society. For instance, a woman like Emma – although a bit older. Or the beloved Andromeda.

Something between Remus and Amos since he’s now in the department of Werewolf Support Services & something about looking at the creatures being recruited for the Death Eaters. Working with so many beasts and beings that have seen such cruelty in the world, Amos merely wants to help make it brighter for them; give them a future.

ANYTHING ELSE? Super excited to be RE-applying! 😊

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST: (trigger: death)

Honor. Dignity. Pride. A dictum of all the facets that embodied the Diggory family. Their beliefs were traditional, being a Pureblood house. Born on September 22nd, Amos Rigel Diggory grew up in a home his father constructed himself in Devon, England. With Amos as their only child, Domhnall Diggory and Isabella Tabor raised Amos with these ideals of family and devotion. Their goal was to make him a proper Pureblood aristocrat – who could manipulate any situation into his favor and even charm others as well. All to uphold the family name and blend in with the other Pureblood families – with a mask of a ‘proper gent’ in  society.

Growing up in Devon, a young Amos met the Weasley brothers. Not only this, but the fertile and hills of the Shire land was also the home to the Lovegood and Fawcett families. With that, Amos quickly found his “siblings” with the family members of his neighbors. Going to school with many of them made their little adventures within the fallen Tudor towers, riverbanks, and grasslands all the better! The youthful Diggory was curious and eager for news of the outside worlds – Magical and Muggle alike. He grew fond of the various little creatures like the bowtruckles and erklings near his home. Although, his mother’s emphasis on being a ‘Pureblood Gentleman’ took his innocence away slightly. Amos was quickly carted off into playing an instrument, studying etiquette, having a fit physique, disciplining of the mind, meeting with other Pureblood families frequently, parties, seeing sports as a luxury, and (of course) good marks in school. Meanwhile, his father put an emphasis on politics – often taking him to the office, showing him card games (along with betting fellow Ministry employees and even kissing arse at times), a prejudice against non-humans (categorized as ‘beings’ in the Ministry – which are much different from beasts, of course), and an understanding of the dark arts. Amos was to be ‘the perfect Purebood prospect’ for their family.

And that he was.

Even if he incorporated his own agenda into it.

In school, raised to be the charmer that he was, Amos shined as a ‘fun and sociable’ young man. While also loyal and determined to excel in magic, Amos was sorted into the Hufflepuff house – to his absolute delight. Immediately taken to Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Amos wormed his way as many of the faculty’s favorite. Even if he had skipped assignments, which he would never do (from pride alone), all he had to do was flash a smile and was in the clear. Although, his favorite subjects were Care of Magical Creatures – from pure nostalgia alone – and Transfiguration. With many friends and favor of the professors, Amos had a bit of an ego. His weaknesses were a lack of humility, insecurities, and a temper that could easily get him in trouble with other classmates.

Amos’ anger surged even more after the death of his parents. First his father from an illness, and then his mother from heartbreak. It made Amos much more somber and dedicated to his schoolwork. Especially when their house-elf Tilly left him on his own. He supposed the betrayal to the family was because Amos disregarded him completely when he was home – if he was ever there. Without any aunts or uncles to turn to for help, Amos became consumed in working new jobs in London, seeing the Underground world. There, he made himself good friends with the innkeeper Tom of The Leaky Cauldron. More often than not, when Amos was not in school, he stayed there. Unfortunately, some of his friends drifted away from him and he grew to appreciate times alone, or with only a friend or so. After getting outstanding scores on his N.E.W.T.S, a Pureblood wizard, that had been friends with his father, offered him a few positions within the Ministry. With new opportunities thrust upon him, Amos felt a bit overwhelmed. He took the proper amount of time to himself, ignoring his friends even more as weeks passed by while he tried to resolve the issue himself. However, there was one thing he was certain: the occupation could not be his entire life. He did not want any future family solely revolving around his own career, his own selfish desires. If his parents taught him anything, it was that family had to be put first. Family above all else – then friends and, finally, work.

In the end, working in the Ministry seemed the most promising. With the options laid out before him, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures seemed the most logical. He could use his skills of Magizoology, that were his top marks at Hogwarts – and rise in the ranks quickly. Not to mention that it was challenging! And Amos loves a good challenge. The work piqued his interests greatly. It was a way to use his skills, travel, and keep a stable (while sometimes dangerous) occupation. His professors were ecstatic and helped him prepare for what he would need and the up-and-coming interviews. Finally, Amos had a dream and lust for adventure.

PRESENT:

Amos has returned to England – taking up residency in his parents’ old home in Devon. However, sometimes with late nights with work, he rents out his old room in the Leaky Cauldron. Before coming back, however, he had traveled all over Europe. The job needed someone with his knowledge of creatures, and dare he say, his Pureblood bias towards non-humans as well to properly carry out the Ministry’s work. And over the years, he noticed more and more strange behavior. To see if some of the beasts in other parts of the world were acting similarly, Amos decided to get a grant from the Ministry to study out of Europe. For about eighteen months, the Beasts Division allowed him to do some of his scholarly work in the Americas. At the time, because of Muggle-wars, the non-magical world was seeing huge economic reforms and impacting how much the Wizarding world could interact and be out in the open. In short, they let him go to America because it was the only place they could afford to. Their homeland was becoming more and more integrated with Muggle turmoil. Once in the United States, Amos stayed in the wilds of Arizona. There, he used studying Thunderbirds as a cover while watching other magical creatures. Now home, he revels in the stories he holds close to his heart (somewhat even bragging to the wrong ears). All the while, their own war rages on.

Wanting a higher position, Amos has looked into the Being Division within the Ministry. Normally, because of his prejudice against non-humans, Amos would have refused. Especially since house-elves are categorized as beings. However, he has been promised a well-respected role in the Werewolf Support Services for a year. All he has to do is keep his head down and do the tasks at hand. Perhaps here, he can get more answers than his travels did. And while a few of his childhood friends continue to aid the Order, Amos cannot help but wonder in ways he can work behind the curtain. For his own peace of mind, and the devotion to those from his youth (a Hufflepuff through and through – and loyal to a fault). As such, he has given himself the task to find the creatures being recruited for the Dark Lord – and which are still unsure of what side to take. Perhaps, he can even use his charms to convince them. However, no matter what, he cannot do more than gather information…quietly. He cannot jeopardize his career or the Diggory name.

FC CHOICES: Sam Claflin, Garrett Hedlund, or Max Irons

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Welcome to your life

Down the road the slim figure walked, head cast down and face covered in shadows. They were quiet other than the quiet, sad, tune they hummed to themself. It wasn’t like there was anyone to hear them now, not anymore. They had a hood pulled over their head, casting the shadows over their face, a backpack that was practically empty was hanging from their shoulders.

There’s no turning back

The road they walked on was cracked and dusty, it hadn’t been used in quite some time. No cars had been working even before it all turned bad, even before the figure made the worst mistake.

Even while we sleep

The figure held something clutched in their hand up to their chest, not a weapon but, a simple small object, a flute carved from bamboo. They refused to play it, but it’s not like they could break it either⁠, even if they wanted to.  The tune they hummed stopped, they looked up at the battered billboard that looked as if it could collapse, they picked up a rock and threw it at the smiling face on the billboard. No, that smile wasn’t right. That smile wasn’t ever supposed to be there, not now not before. That smile belonged to someone placid, someone who just submitted to the words, someone who would betray you in the most important moment, someone you couldn’t forgive.

We will find you acting on your best behavior

There was no one else left. And they hated that, they were both supposed to be left. Both of them. The figure’s face was stoic as hot tears rolled down their cheeks, cutting through the dust, grime, and dried blood that was covering their face. They could remember it all, all of it. Their mind was so loud, but the world was so quiet. They had given up on finding food and water now, they weren’t even sleeping. They knew life would fade out soon, like a dying ember, the soft orange light would flicker, then go out, giving way to the blanket of darkness that enveloped everything.

Turn your back on mother nature

The figure just walked, they were going to the horizon, the unreachable was their destination. They wouldn’t be surprised though, if they somehow did reach the horizon, everything was nothing now. The nothing didn’t play by the rules, the nothing didn’t have any rules. Whatever was keeping them from floating off was beside them.

Everybody wants to rule the world

They had left the walls far behind them by now, the great grey barriers that had, ‘kept them protected’. It was protecting them from nothing, not the nothing, the nothing existed because of who made the walls. The walls held sorrow inside them, the walls held pain, they held in the sounds of gunshots.

———

It’s my own design

They held the flute in the palm of their hand, they had made it themself, it had two ribbons tied around it near the top, a green and a brown. It was just an ordinary bamboo flute, but the song it played was truth, just truth. They played it for the first time and it all hit them, everything. The lies. The torture. The laws. They saw it all in a new light, saw through the lies, noticed the cruelty, and realized the laws needed to be broken. And now they played their song for everyone to hear, standing up tall they played the sorrowful tune, clear as day if you were willing to listen to it. They gripped the other’s hand, the other hadn’t heard this tune, hadn’t seen through the lies. And as the other listened, tears formed in their eyes, they cried.

It’s my own remorse

They played their song of truth, holding the other’s hand, they wanted to stop when the other started crying. They never wanted to make the other cry, but they needed to show the truth. They shouldn’t all be forced to live in this facade of safety, they were living in the danger.

Help me to decide

They led the first, and only, of the riots, holding their flute in hand and a stone in the other. Then the gunshots came, and everyone but the other and them forgot the truth. Everyone remembered fear, and they all ran. Till it was just the figure and the other. Standing defiant to the people in guns and masks. They brought the flute to their cracked lips and began to play, a song of truth, a song of guilt, a song of sorrow. ———

Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure

The riot had passed, fear had blanketed the people once more, they hid, like scared animals. And they were, they were so scared now, they knew the truth and they couldn’t do anything. The figure held the other’s hand tightly as they walked under the cover of darkness, they were so close now. Then, a bright line of red swept through the air, the end, landed on the other’s chest. They wanted to scream, no, no, they were both supposed to get out. The shot never came, instead, they both stood there, frozen. Then black-gloved hands were holding them tightly, covering their mouths so they couldn’t scream if they wanted to. The figure wrenched free, turning, large rock in hand, they ripped at their holder’s helmet till it came free, then, bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Crack. They hit at their holder, over and over, hot tears streaming down their face. And when they turned back, they saw the red beam of light on the other’s chest. The shot rang out, echoing off the walls. Red. Red light. Red on their hands. Red on the rock. Red on the other’s chest. 

Nothing ever lasts forever

They ran, they ran, and ran, and ran. Out from the walls, they were free, but the other was dead. Tears fell from their face. Red. They would never get the red out of their mind.

———

Everybody wants to rule the world

They had grown up, before it all went from bad to worse. Before the nothing started. They had seen other’s try, and fail, to run away from the walls. Some got out, but the red beams of light trained on their backs as they ran and they were shot down before they got twenty feet from the walls. They had to return to the walls, take their flute, bring it outside of the walls so no one else could play it’s song. Maybe abiding by the rules was the best thing to do.

There’s a room where the light won’t find you

In, they went back in. After years of being out, and free, they went back in. They couldn’t even care anymore. With the other dead because of them, there was no ‘free’ for them. Not anymore. It was their fault the other was dead, it was their fault all of those kids were dead. All because they played their song of truth. The truth was too dangerous. They went in, and out, in the dark of the night, clutching a box to their chest as they ran from the walls a second time, and for the second time, they ran by themself, alone.

———

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

The other trusted the figure, their friend. The other followed and believed in them, till the end. They had gotten caught, but the other didn’t care if they died, they wanted their friend to get out. They let go of their friend’s hand when they saw the guards, standing between the black-armored people and their friend. It was the other’s idea to leave the flute hidden where someone seeking the truth could find it. They knew in time that they would be able to take down the sky. 

———

When they do, I’ll be right behind you

They had brought the things to take down the walls. The figure returned to the walls a third time. A single thought went through their head before they took down those keepers of sorrow. Nothing ever lasts forever, not even the sky.

———

So glad we’ve almost made it

Before the walls came down, two children who still remembered the song of the truth were planning on escaping. But then—

So sad they had to fade it

Gunshots and shouting rang out, and the two children who remembered the truth were lost in the rubble. The figure saw them, they saw the rubble fall on those poor kids that had been so close. They let out a long scream of pure sorrow, they had been silent for so long. So long.

Everybody wants to rule the world

In the sky, on the platform of a massive ship, stood someone. Someone clad in black armour and a stoic expression. A badge was on their chest, they were no guard. They watched the walls fall down, killing those inside them, the people who had forgotten the truth, and the two children.

———

And now, the figure walked, they knew not that the sky was still alive, they knew not that they had taken down the walls in vain. They knew not of what the other had done for them. So they walked. The walked until starving and dehydrated, they collapsed, they were so tired, maybe a little bit of sleep would make them feel better. ———

The figure who had fought so hard to give freedom and truth to everyone, didn’t have the truth themself. They never awoke from their slumber. And the sky loomed over the world, the sky was all that was left now. ——— Now the sky ruled over the world and no one could stop it.