#dark continet

[rapis-lazuli]

Rereading the hxh manga and i fell inlove with the characters all over again

[thebottomfromhell]

How do the demons react/interact with a human GN reader? Do they like foreigners? I feel like they might be racist? Does douma think of like foreign meat lol? Reader can speak Japanese so I guess they can talk if you want them to interact?

Also I love your righting! I think you are the only king writer who writes them in character, it’s so nice reading fanfic when the characters are writing well and you are the only person who writes them right, plus you write really well! Great detail! I always look forward to your writing!!!

*In History Channel II voiceover* After the American colonization by the Europeans, the Japanese folk started to distrust foreigner forces to not cause distubances in their recent adquired piece by pressing their influence, leading them to close the borders in the Edo period. It wasn't until- *static sound before it takes over the post*

Also, Douma reacting to western meat is gold, imagine if people tasted similar to their local cuisine. Bet that would make Chinese, Indian (from India, to make sure it's clear. I never refer to natives of America, as a continet, as Indians), Mexican, and Korean people his favorites (he strikes me as someone that loves spicy food, one of those who always say "It's not that spicy" while blushing and sweating).

Demons meeting foreigner Human GN Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Racism, Mentioned prostitution, Mentioned sexism, Mentioned/Implied reader's death (bonus dead reader), And Deshumanization? (Some of the demons get refered as "it", so does reader).

Gyutaro + Daki:

Now, let's be clear, after the borders got open again one of the places that got the most amount of foreigners was the Red Light District. Obviously, only wealthy people came, hence they went to take some entertainment while making deals and trade, besides the Japanese upper class using the attractions as a displey of power and superiority. Now, to say Gyutaro and Daki are fond of these... turists... they are not.

It's mostly mild annoyance of things that build up, like their attutide to degrade the courtesans to just serve food, drinks and sex, the dislike of their accent and disregard of errors when speaking the language, the fact they speak of the courtesans in between them in their native language, a lack of proper manner or knowledge to behave in the tables, and everything. Daki still remembers the time on threw a poem she wrote with exquisite caligrafy. It's not pleasurable, but they rarely appear, so it can be tolerated. In some senses they are not worst than first time clients, or the poorest who are expending everything in one night of entertaining, but still.

"Excuse me." It was pure coincidence you met them, you only wanted to ask for the bill of the drinks of the woman attending you, wanting to leave as the bussiness trip was taking a turn out of your comfort zone. When you entered, you found a half-naked woman using sashes to absorbe the one who was attending you. You tried ran from it by miracle, scaping to the crowd. You tray to tell it to someone, but you just were discarted as drunk because due not being your first language, the fear, and the adrenaline of the scape anyone couldn't understand your Japanese. It was the second, the mere second you weren't watched that you felt a presence, a cold breeze of air and preassure that left you dizzy, that you suddenly found yourself back inside, in a dark room.

"I got --- -----, neheh." The voice sound so distorted you can't understand it, it feels that half of what he, you think, says are sick groans and moans of pain that slur words. When you look at the source of the voice you see a... is that even human? And the woman from before, tone more childish, but at least you can understand what she says. "Not pretty enough for me, clearly not a Japanese beauty. It might make me sick! I don't want to eat that! And I don't want you to eat it neither!" They both look at you, as you tremble, not knowing what to do. "Ne. You seem to be very lucky, ne. Good for you! None of use seems interested in eating you, so you get a quick death. Ne!" It.... he says, talking slowly, as he brings his arm up and blood starts to cone out of wrtist into his raised hand in the shape of sickle. You finally find your voice, talking in panic, as you beg in your native tongue. "Hey! We don't speak... whatever you are talking! Shut up! If you are going to cry at least do it in Japanese!"

They seem annoyed, and you don't know if you might manage to raise their volume so someone might come and see before they kill you, but you try to regain composture and talk in Japanese. Talk in Japanese, Y/N. "Please, I'll do anything. Let me go.... " You beg, in that you start to mention your family, your home, fuck you don't want to die so far from home, rambling in desperation things about your culture, traditions, your favorite places while thinking that you don't want to die without that in a place your loved ones won't be able to mourn you and by the time you realize... the female.... one is actually interested.

"What does that mean?" She seems curious... in a childlike way, which would be endearing if you didn't fear for your life. The other one seems to relax and let you both be. You don't understand, but you also dom't ask, just... satiate her curiosity, not fully so she won't decide she had enough of you, yet enough to give her something worthwhile. Aurprinsinly enough, they let you go when the sun comes out, or rather, they dissapear in a rush. You take your chance to leave, not without hearing a whisper in your ear. "You better come back tommorrow night, ne." You can only tremble.

Gyokko:

Gyokko can't stand good people on a good day, now imagine him tolerating turist in a normal one. He was just stealing viewing some foreign goods that just came in a ship, some more interesting than others, when you, who probably traveled in that same ship, walked on him. You freeze the second yoy lay eyes on him, clearly anything but a human being, mouthes where the eyes should be, pale scales instead of skin, no legs as the bottom is linked to a pot, an eye on the mouth and one on the forehead. You can only stare in confusion and fear, and after a few seconds of silence, Gyokko talk. "What are you-" "AAAHHHHHHHH!" You run, as if hearing.... it talk was the last straw, what you needed for your body to activate a fight or flight response.

"You little shit!" You try to get towards the exit when you get yourself tripped with abother pot... what that.... that wasn't there earlier, was it? You don't get an asnwer, instead you see that creature getting out of this new pot, slowly and smoothly, as if it lacked bones. You are terrified, what ia this thing? "Don't run away when I'm talking! You foreigners are animals or what?! You lack any basic esucation and respect to the ones that are older!" It talks so humanly, in the same tongue of the people native to these lands, one mouth speaking at the time.

It takes you a while to be able to regain the courage to speak, even more to remember how to do so in Japanese. "What are you?" You manage to ask, you think, fluently enough. Or maybe you didn't, because now it's your turn to be stared by those creepy eyes. You get the term "oni" or something like that, but you have no idea what it means. It's a monster? A ghost? A demon? Maybe asking, considering the bridge due the language, was useless, and it embarrasses you, but now your attention is more in how to get away from this "oni". "I... I need to go. Have an appointment." That is all you can try.

Gyokko looks at you, and decides to wonder. How would your skin taste? Would it be a delicasy? Or would he loath it as much as he is loathing your manners and personality. "An appointment, you say?" Or maybe, just maybe, he can take advantage of this. If one of his pots, or several, manage to reach outside Japan, he might be able to do so as well. (Not that he knows, he might not have enough power for such a trip, but a little testing would never hurt). "Then let me apologize for keeping you here." He makes a new pot out of one of his hands before offering it to you, you don't dare to deny it... maybe it's friendly. "I might give you more if we meet again, hehehe~" and like that, Gyokko leaves, wanting to see if he can get out of Japan, to conquer forward would definetely please him. And you... you can only keep the pot in your bag and never break it or take it out. Never.

Hantengu + Clones:

Hantengu is afraid of the seas, and anything that comes from it. Some fishes, waves, even people! How can people come from the sea?! Do they breath in water?! Are they monsters?! So scary! So scary! No! No! No! It's so scary he would never steal from any of those ships! Never! It's his hands! It's his hands fault! Have some compasion towards an old, blind man! Yes! He is blind! Please don't "EEEEEEEECK!" A scream, or rather a shriek, leaves his lips once you go to get your stuff. You have no idea what is hoing on, you just cover your ears under the assault on them. Meanwhile Hantengu is just. So. Scared! So he decides to take actions.

He runs. And you just look confused, precessing what just happened. Some seconds of silence and you decide that all of that was just your imagination and you must get to the inn to sleep it off. You didn't expect is to hear a different voice, angry, from the direction Hantengu ran off. "What?! This is it? This is what we were summoned for?!" Only to find completely different figures, ascept they are not. 4 horned "humans" with bright eyes, exactly the same from one another. Escept one that has... bird limbs? Talons in his hands, feet and wings... what is- "Now, now, Sekido! Be nice! Aren't you glad we got separated?" A different voice, even if it's just the same face, except the eye color. "It's pathetic how much Hantengu has come to rely on us, so sad. This is just a mere human, one of us is enough. Why call the four of us? Really sad."

Then one of them is suddenly on top of you, the bird one, making you fall on your back as he kneels on top of you to see you in the face, closer. He has fangs... and... kanji in the eyes. "This one is different, though. I can already taste it!" What the-? "Kill it! Kill it! It's a monster! It comes from the sea!" The figure from before, except it's so small. What happened to it? Him? You don't even know that. But most of the figures just stare at it, either looking done for or confused, as the one with red eyes talks again. "What? This human? You have to be fucking with us! You got scared because of a foreigner?! You yourself can kill that shits! We should, before they infest the proper culture!"

"Oi, oi, Sekido. Isn't that a bit too harsh? To kill them inmediately would be a waste. We could at least check out if it's actually different from a, ya know, normal human. From Japan. Don't ya agree, Urogi? Aizetsu?" "A human it's a human, they are weak and die, it's sad no matter what. I don't see why put so much effort." "Well, I DO want to know how is life outside Japan!" They are all basically talking over you, and you try to push the bird figure off you, but it's a lot heavier than you expected it. Aren't birds supposed to be light to fly? "Hey human! Can you breath underwater? Can you eat fish? Oh! Oh! Can you read and write?" "You yourself don't know how to read and write Urogi." You feel crowded, but at least none of these seem to be that aggressive, except the red-eyed one, but that one seems busy with the green-eyed one.

"I would like to sit down....." At least the bird onw gets off you, even if he keeps assaulting you with questions. You answer as much as you can when you hear a shout from the other side. "Fine! But it's your responsibility, and you will get rit of them when you are done, AND deal with the main body! Understand Karaku?" There is a nod as the green-eyes one takes the small figure near the group you are with. "Good news! Ya get to live until we get bored! I reccomend you to be interest, beside, Hantengu needs to you you are just a human." He shows the sobbing creature in his hands. "Oh! Do we get to name them?" "Humans come with names most of the time, Urogi. So no."

So, two want to know about you, one wants to get rid of you, one doesn't care and the first figure is scared of your. Just what the hell is hoing on? "Y/N. My name is Y/N." The bird one deflates, but the geem-eyed one grins. "A pleasure to meet ya! Name is Karaku, and I bet we will have a lot of fun together!" You don't like how he said "fun", but you don't get much of a choice. So you play along, and wait for a chance to just run away. And you get it an hour or two the sun comes out, as the crowd starts to form. You must just have to wait for the right moment. Just wait.

Nakime:

So far, you don't regret coming to Japan, you have seen things you liked, things you disliked, and managed to try new things. It was an experience alright, not one to do so many often, considering what a nuisance it was to arrive to Japan in the first place, and you still would not abandon the comforts of home for nothing. After all, such a travel would not be possible for anyone with low resources, and you are more than happy to be able to make a travel or two for luxury every once in a while, but soon it will have to end. Not that you can't make the best of it while you are at it, that is why you are moving with some strangers as they guide you through the city, just now they showed you a very nice restaurant, where you ate and ate and made your money worth. You were about to part ways when suddenly a note of a weird instrument sounds and... you are in free fall.

Nakime doesn't deal with people. She is too important for him to remain unhidden, or at least that is what she tells herself. The only humans that step into her castle are the ones she, and any other guest (namely Muzan), will be dining for the evening. Your odds were not good when uou found yourself in a place with no ceiling, floor and wall at the same time it has millions of them, changing passages and corridors, portal doors and everything that can make a house a fantasy puzzle. And she is weirded out as you fall into a room nearby her, as the group you were with are spreaded across the castle, as she hears some weird words she has never heard before, clearly not japanese.

She looks at you with curiosity as you finish to swear due the pain of the impact, but with how long you have been falling, you guess it's a miracle you are still alive. And... what is this place? What... you can't begin to describe everything and everywhere... moving. Floating. Existing. You can't even see from where you fell, and you swore you heard the other scream as well, when a female voice makes you turn around. "Is there something you want to say outloud?" Pale skin, black hair covering her eyes, black dress, or kimono, or whatever it's called. That is all you can tell from the distance, besides the fact she has a... a guitar, you think? "Where are we?" You feel the need to ask her.

She doesn't recognize your accent. "You are not from Japan, are you?" Now, should that knowledge even change things? Should she reserve you for him? Should she just kill you and eat you? She definetely can't send you back, not that she would. But this is a new experience that might need s new resolve, and she isn't sure how she feels about it. Better to bother him more than actually needed than to do something wrong. "My name is Nakime, and you shall stay here until I can reach my master." She says as she plays her Biwa and you are... in a room, no doors, no windows, only a room, until your fate is sealed. You should have stayed at home.

Akaza:

Akaza will not admit it but... he actually forgot for the longest time there was a literal world outside Japan. Truth be told, Japan is already big enough as it is, and with his speed he has already traveled throght most of it, if not all of it with the smaller islands around being the exception. After seeing so much... repeatedly, in search for a god dammed flower, he just... forgot there is more. His life, as far as he remembers, was confided in his duty and how far his abilities would let him go, sothe second he realizes there is actually people from... outside, he gets curious. Not particulary fond, but curious.

Finding you was a coincidence, thought. And one that was not that probable to happen. He was looking for the blue spider lily, and you were just having a walk nearby the inn. And what you see is a man with weird eyes, weird hair and weird tattoos. It does startle you at first, but is human enough, even if the lack of clothes and the light coming from the eyes, says otherwise. Maybe is some coatume due a tradition, it wouldn't be the weirdest one you have seen so far in Japan. "Hello. Are you also traveling?" Akaza can tell by your smell alone, even without getting close. You are not from here, you came from the sea, it's smell still lingers on you, alongside with a scent of... unknown. Not only that, but you are so out of place you don't realize the danger you are in.

At first he is tempted to threaten you, to tell you to fuck off, basically. Akaza is not really hubgry right now and he would rather not spoil his night by having to deal with a weak human. But... when was the last time he was able to hold a converdation with a human? He remembers a hashira, years ago, one he killed after being rejected, while they were fighting. Come to think about it, the only humans he actually talks to are Hashira, so... why not make a little change just for once. It's not like he will ever see ypu again, specially after you leave Japan. "More or less, I'm Akaza. What is your name?" You at first have trouble understanding, since you use the polite tones, the ones you were taught to use, while this guy, Akaza uses a less formal one.

"Y/N." Is all you can say as you see him smile, it would be charming if it wasn't in a "I know something you don't" way. "A pleasure. I never heard that name before? Where is it from? What does it mean?" Akaza decides to just be curious, he can't get in trouble for making a few questions and not eating you. And a part of him is... happy, very relaxed, to be able to sit down and talk without any threats or status in between. There is something... nostalgic about it, but he can't put his finger on why. "I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for the night. I would like to hear about yourself." Specially since... he seems to know how to keep a conversation alive? Odd. Just odd. Meanwhile, you decide talking with a handsome stranger is not the worst thing this trip could give you. "Of course. What do you want to hear about?"

Douma:

Douma rarely ever gets to even hear about foreigners, being in a secluded cult tends to leave him a bit out of touch from society, with the exception of the few times he goes to have a walk, burn some steam, outside at night. But even then, he isn't there for light conversation, which leads to the fact that he is definetely excited to meet you, if his accelerated heartbeat is meant to say anything. You found his cult by mere coinsidence and, while you don't believe in a man being able to hear the gods (you don't even believe there are "gods", but you are not here to tell other why their religion is wrong) but you were curious about this talk of "silver hair and rainbow eyes", specially since there was a chance you didn't understand correctly because of the language.

But he does have rainbow eyes and silver hair, almost like a mytical creature. Very attractive, but still very human in his appereance, even if there is something odd. Then again, to you, every Japanese has been odd, almost completely different to how people work back home. "Why don't you spend the night here? I would love to talk with you a little more. I find myself intrigued with what else is unique about you." He offers, making you conflicted, something about him makes want to both come closer and run away. You end up going back, you already booked an inn, and you don't want the money you spend on the room and food to go to waste.

The walk is long, even by carriage or horse, it's doesn't help when suddenly the wheel broke. You were waiting for reparations when suddenly you saw something shine in the dark. When you got clored, you were suddenly pinned on the wall with your mouth covered by a cold hand, as if it just touched snow. Just like the hand of... that man, that is looking at you. There is no way he is actually anything but a human, right? But how did he get here? Alone? At night? Those were 3 hours in carriage. "Y/N? Right? I am afraid I couldn't control myself, I was just so curious. I have never had the chance to taste a human from overseas! I needed to try you out!" He says cheerfully. What does this freak mean? You don't understand at all! What does he want with you?

"Oh, don't do that. You will not be able to scape my grip, no matter how much you wiggle. Specially since I would like to talk with you, so it would make me very sad if you forced me to kill you so soon. I would even cry!" You stop in your tracks, kill you? Then you realize the guys is not even putting an effort at all, just smiling at you expectantly. Then, suddenly your mouth is free, but you are too afraid to shout for help. What is this? A demon? Like, a demon from hell? "Don't be afraid, you will see that you end up winning on the end, you will be able to exist forever within me." Just what did you get yourself into?

Kokushibou:

He is aware, of course, that there are... people, outside Japan. He remembers his father buying every once over half-a-decade an item from foreigner merchants. "Exotic tokens", he called them. Michikatsu knew better, his father didn't like those pieces of... trash any more than he did, it was just a display of wealth for when visitors came. Still, it was never of his liking, and now that he is meeting you... it's not that he is conflicted, it's that he knows that what he is thinking shouldn't be said put loud. You are... different, to say it kindly, non-traditional, and he is not fond of that.

You can't hold yourself to the same standards he always held himself, or tried to, the ones of a proper man of the samurai gentry, since your education is completely different, if you even have that. The lack of knowledge in your culture doesn't let him tell just with your clothes or manners. He doesn't know what irritates him the most, his loss when trying to read you or how different you are. It's odd, out of his comfort zone. Kokushibou hates being out of his comfort zone. It doesn't help that you are outside your comfort zone too, having troubles with the culture and language.

You just found each other a moment you walked out the inn for fresh air. The first thing you did was scream, he flinched. The second thing you did was run, he stared, inmovilized in the spot you just saw him, wondering if you are worth killing or not. Then he figures out... you might not be versed enough in Japanese for you to say anything, and people might just tell you you saw a ghost (not that he can say if they are real or not), so... it's not worth the effort. Then an intrusive thought flies through his brain.

"What if he ate you?" A part he always denies prompts in, that part that is less a samurai and more an animal than anything else, always hungry, angry, envious and greedy. And it does have a point this time, he might never get a chance to taste something different, to pretend he has some choice in what he eats, if he doesn't do it now. Is tempting, as you run away. A jump with few steps would be enough to catch up with you, or not even that, a swing of his swords with a breath would be enough to kill you as you run, slicing your body as you move. Kokushibou stays still for some seconds, heart beating fast as he contemplates, grip tight on his sword, takes a deep breath... and turns around to never see you again as long as he can do something about it. For the better for both of you.

Bonus:

Douma's hunger is being now placated by your flesh, wet sounds of the blood and tissues splashing as he rips the pieces, instead of just biting them off your dead body. He doesn't remember the taste of sticky rice in a human tongue, but if he had to describe the new taste in comparison with "not sticky rice". He can't seem to explain, the amounts of greese, iron and other tastes are just different. But he likes it. It's new, and that makes it exciting, addictive even. Part of him regrets killing you so soon, an unrealistic part of him wishes this taste could have been prolonged somehow, but not finishing to eat you now would only be a waste.

The sound of the fangs penetrating your skin, and he wonders, do all foreigners taste like this, or just you. He really, really, really wants to find out. What would it take to have him to agree to invade some neighbor country, he wonders. His heart gets giddy at the thought. More food om the way! He definetely has to try to ask. With that in mind, he finishes to eat, and the next time there is a meeting between the Kizuki, he will ask permission to start a movement to have more foreign meat. He drools at the idea, it's impossible he will be said not to.

[Spoiler: Muzan did say no. Douma is disappointed.]

[the-black-bulls]

Hiya Cyro! For the salty ask game; may I ask for 17, 20, and 23 please 🥰?

Salty Ask List

Hiyo Liyra! always one of the first people to send me asks 😆🤝🏻

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

hoo-boy, many things come in mind, if I have more free time and passion I'd have just rewrote the series after the end of the elf arc, some examples:

instead of julius remaining a wk, I'd have made him step down and lose all his political power with someone else declared the next wk after him because, IMO, julius is the reason why clover kingdom is incapable from changing.

instead of having asta go out of his way to prove his innocent to a bunch of shitty people for a crime he never committed so that he remain on their good side... I'd have made him kicked out from the magic knights, fully exiled, and labelled as an outlaw with the bulls which led to their journey across the continet, AND THEN, asta will return to the kingdom protecting it on his own terms because the asta I love should be a free soul like lumiere, not a system slave like julius.

I also have some examples for the manga, like how I'd have made the spade kingdom arc focus only on megicula & dark triad, and how I'd have included a follow up underworld arc that focus on lucifero & the other devils, and how I'd have made the black bulls reach asta in hino to cheer him up out of his depression and explore yami's land.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Luminero! this ship has some of the most wholesome and emotional momemts and I've never seen toxicity from their shippres 💖

23. Unpopular character you love? (first answer)

easy answer is Gauche but let's talk about someone different this time, like the Dark Triad? I'm not sure if they're unpopular but while I'm a huge fan of the elves they're nowhere near as intimidating and intriguing and investable (to me) as those three bastards who show up one day and dogwalk the good guys like it's just another teusday and that was the hypest I've ever been with the series, plus they are siblings, are family, and I think that's cool? I wish tabata did more to them instead of putting them aside to clear the stage for their devils and brother tho.

I should make it clear, however, that the only dark triad that stirs any strong emotions from me on his/her own is dante. I love-hate dante. he's entertaining and full of personailty but he's also a bitchy wet rat who should be beaten down to kiss the ground more <3

[misandristpariston-moved]

For the ask thing... Killugon

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell 

PLEASE I CARE THEM SO MUCH I JSUT WANT THEM TO HAVE NORMAL KIDS ACTIVITIES AND ALSO TO HOLD HANDS AND JUST FOR THEM TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[captain-noir]

bran: my first order of business as the newly elected king is to show undue preferential treatment to my eldest sister by granting her half of westeros to rule as her own.

bran: my second order of business is to also show undue preferential treatment to my other sister by depleting the crowns already low coffers and supplying her with a custom made naval fleet for her expedition to west of westeros.

bran: and my third order of business is to grant my uncle edmure and my cousin robin arryn whatever their hearts desire.

the rest of lords and ladies of westeros: awww shit here we go again. call the banners!!!

[shadow-kings-legacy]

"Even if we only have one life, together we have an unlimited supply, I had nothing, but you gave me a sense of meaning, Now I'm unstopabble!" Joshiro Joko the human, Way of the Astral Self Monk. (know by the party as the second in command, the foreigner from Kara-Tur, the Jojo reference, the light hearted goof)

Now, before I say anything else about him I wanna get something out of the way: yes he is a Jojo's Bizarre adventures reference, yes he started as a joke, no he didn't stay as a joke character for long, no you can't insult my son, he is the best and I love him. Anyway, moving on... H i s b a c k s t o r y Joshiro (known as Jojo by his father and friends) was born in the far away land of Kara-Tur, in a cute little fishing village with his father. the local leader figure at his side. A calm chilhood full of his developing as a sailor by helping out his dad's crew in the fishing business, life was good. Right up until it wasn't. On one fateful voyage, a storm caught his father's boat unexpectedly, with the whole crew and Joshiro on board. The violent cyclone rocked and teared to pieces their helpless vehicle, everyone tried their best to fulfill their duties as sailors, to stay afloat; but as soon as they realized their efforts were for naught, chaos reignded, it was every man by themselves. Joshiro's father, ever the good dad never gave up hope, trying to keep everyone safe he was the only one to hear the thunderous cracking of the main mast being splintered appart by the mighty winds of the sea; and that's when his eyes landed on his son, directly under the path of the heavy wooden post. He acted without thinking, pushing Joshiro aside to save him from the impact, which he ended up receiving himself. The momentum pushed the man and our future monk overboard, both sinking deep into the freezing waters of the eastern sea. The poor boy found himself paralized by the sight of his father receiving a fatal blow for him, letting his body float down into the water, dazed and cold, the last thing he saw was a bright light ripping through the dark depths, getting closer to him. Next thing he knew, he was coughing up salty water out of his lungs in an unknown white sanded beach, completly alone; but not for long. A mysterious man approached him, helping him by nursing back to good health. He soon explained Joshiro was a very special young man, a kind of monk not seen too often around the world, one who could manifest their soul on a semi-physical level to use as it may seem fit. A very special talent, one he would help him develop. This man became his teacher and master, helping Joshiro on his training as a Way of the Astral Self monk and the beggining of his new life as an adventurer. During this time, young Joshiro unconsciously buried deep the memory of his father's death, the mental image morphed into the man simply being thrown into the water safely with him, only to mysteriously dissapear. So it became the monk's life goal to find his dad, wherever he might be. After years of grueling preparation from his teacher, he decided to depart from the small island he had called a home. Exploring his home country led him to dead ends, rapidly leading him to traveling to the odd continent of Faerûn, where he found himself in the city of Neverwinter on the Sword Coast. In here he worked with the half-elf captain Mossprinter on her fishing boat the Rainbow Fish to earn himself some coppers to stay afloat in this unknown land. And here is where his fate would take a radical turn, as he befriended an odd tabaxi woman named Korinn Haladar (we'll get to her when we get to her), who had a dark omninous aura around her, but was friendly enough to him. This is how he ends up with the party, as Korinn introduces him to her friends and unknowingly gets pulled into a bigger scheme which would affect the whole continet. Y̴o̶u̴ ̴s̵h̴o̶u̷l̵d̸'̵v̴e̵ ̴s̷t̶a̷y̴e̴d̶ ̶i̶n̸ ̶y̵o̵u̴r̸ ̸h̵o̴m̵e̴ ̷c̴o̶u̶n̵t̷r̷y̶,̶ ̷i̷g̴n̵o̸r̸a̴n̶t̴ ̷f̶o̷o̸l̷.̵ P e r s o n a l n o t e s As a disclaimer, I have to say I loveeeee Jojo's Bizarre Adventures, I even have the Joestar's birthmark pink star tattoo. So when one of my players told me he wanted to use the (then) new Way of the Astral Self monk to make a Jojo character, I was like "Let's fucking hecking do it". He started as a quite silly and goofy dude, who said dumb but cute stuff from time to time, but as

the story developed and we hit more serious beats on the plot, he quickly took more of a support leadership role with Alyssa. And after his personal quest, where they encountered another (but incredibly more powerful) monk like him (based on the Ancient One from the Doctor Strange series), who they were fully expecting to fight but ended up being a pacifist; Joshiro realized he had been in denial for quite some time about his father's death, and instead of being violent towards the past and life, he would follow a new path of self discovery with his new friends (and family at this point). He's transformed into an awesome character and a good man, and I can't wait to see what he'll be willing to do to protect his adventuring group. B̵e̶c̶a̵u̸s̸e̴ ̷n̵o̵t̴ ̷e̵v̸e̶n̴ ̶t̵h̸e̸ ̸g̶o̵d̵s̸ ̷c̵a̸n̴ ̵h̷e̵l̶p̴ ̴y̴o̸u̸ ̷n̵o̷w̵ ̵m̶o̵n̸k̷. Stay tunned and beware of the shadows 💀 Joshiro and his art (except for the first illustration) belong to Eclipsewyvrn, check him out on Insta! ✨

[heart-of-flames]

Do you have a summary of your old story (what the Space!AU is based off of)? Like, what it was about and what was supposed to happen in it. And do you have some ideas of what MCs character could be? Also, you mentioned a few different planets. Could we get a brief description of them, if it's not too much?

Summary-

A world ravaged by war. A family torn apart because of time. Old wounds left to fester and bleed. Memories left to rot until the veil was lifted.

You were young when the war started. Too young to truly realize what was happening. Too young to comprehend why you saw your father one day and then never saw him again. Too young to understand why your mother clutched at her heart and cried at night. Too young to understand the harsh look in your older brothers normally happy face. Too young to understand know that everything was falling apart.

Until you weren’t...

Until everything was ripped away from you. Your innocence. Your home. Your family.

Your identity...

The only thing you did know was that your life wasn’t supposed to be like this. That it was supposed to be filled with laughter and tears of joy. Not screams and cries of anguish. It was supposed to be wrapped around in warmth and love. Not ice and death.

You knew you were supposed to be at home. With you mother who couldn’t cook to save her life. With your father who always tried to make you laugh. With your brother who always cuddled you when you were scared. You were supposed to be with them. Happy.

Not stuck in this cell with two others. With the only source of light being from the fire. You weren’t supposed to be so scared. You weren’t supposed to be hurt. You weren’t supposed to wish to be home.

You weren’t supposed to stare into the face of ones who had torn your world apart. You weren’t supposed to become their experiment.

You weren’t supposed to become their prodigy.

Even as the years slipped by. After the old scars had healed and you pushed your memories away— the feelings of warmth and love. Giving way to coldness and ice— the very things that surrounded you.

As the memories of your fathers smiling face looking down at you. Of the sound of your mother’s soft voice as she sung you to sleep. Or the feeling of your brothers arms wrapped tightly around you at night after you had a nightmare.

You knew your time was coming.

That one day you would be free. Free to take revenge on the people that had done this to you.

You were going to be exactly what they had designed you to be.

Their cataclysm.

Planets-

Ralliea: A land that is more vertical than it is horizontal. Large cliffs and mountains make up the main floating structures of Ralliea— great waterfalls falling down towards the continets beneath. With various patches of clearings and forests strewn between. This allows for Ralliea to be a treacherous land to travel across unless you’re a native inhabitant. As they have evolved to be better suited to their homelands oddities. The Ommir are a breed of avian-humanoids. With wing types varying from inhabitants. As do the character traits of each vary. While others are more human in appearance, there are some that are like the great sky birds that had given them their home.

Cirilia: On the flip side Cirilia is an oceanic planet. With various land masses dotted throughout. Great cities are strewn throughout the seas of Cirilia. Some of which being suitable for visitors- while others are geared towards the old ways of building. Kept hidden from the sight of any that weren’t the Anair.

Itania: Itania is considered to be one of the most beautiful planets in the known reaches of space. With prosperous fields that boasts the great Sah’oth — the steeds of Itania’s army. To the blooming forests that bring with it the sweet smell of nectar in the summer wind. The great mountain range and crystalline lakes only add to the appeal that Itania holds. The two great suns, Zos and Ro, shining brilliantly across the planet.

Uaria: The closest sister planet to Itania that was within the Zephyrus System. It was mainly a fishing planet— as it boasted beautiful bodies of water. However, because of its close relations with Itania it was allowed resources that the outlying planets couldn’t receive. In this way it allowed for the children of Uaria to be exposed to things that were outside their planet— more than the average child.

Chaerus: A planet that has people as forthcoming as its seasons. The seasons on Chaerus can never be mistaken and are unrelenting against those that are unprepared. During the fall months the Great Forest of Casleth turns beautiful shades of gold and red. When winter runs through lakes freeze over and the world is cast in white. Spring coming like a beacon of light— of color— against it. Chaerus comes back to life once more as its forest blooms and its fields blossom with flowers. Summer only heightens the effect.

Kithion: A hub for trade and the secrets that come with it. It’s a world that you’ll have to keep your wits about you in. As the jaw dropping landscapes hide the dark underbelly. The capital city, Iq’quin, is a marvel of glass architecture and bustling life around it. One just has to be careful of the knives hidden within the dark. And the hands in your wallet.

Planets Concepts-

Ralliea:

Cirilia:

Itania:

Uaria:

Chaerus:

Kithion:

[remotepunch]

killua crashes at leorios place a lot before he leaves to the dark continet. Like after the election happens leorio says hes open for any visits and killua decides that if he and alluka are doing anything nearby theyll just stay at his place instead of a hotel

[aspoonofsugar]

What do you think about Alluka or “Something” being from the dark continent? How do you think it happened?

Hello anon!

I think it is basically confirmed:

What is more, there is this:

This is how Alluka has been introduced to us. She is said to come from somewhere else. In context, it simply means that Alluka is extremely dangerous and not even considered a family member. However, it could have very well been foreshadowing to the point that I immediately started suspecting something was up when we discovered about the Dark Continent.

There is also the fact that the Election Arc is both a conclusion to the first part of the series and an introduction to the second part. Because of this, it introduces many things, which will be important later on. For example, it sets things up for Leorio and Kurapika to get involved with the Zodiacs and it introduces Ging and Pariston who will definately be important characters. In other words, it makes sense that in the arc before the Dark Continent is properly introduced, a creature from that same Continent is shown to us.

As far as how that happened is concerned, I think the Election arc offers us  the hint to a possible explanation:

Teradin mentions the existence of a past legendary group. Its members were extremely strong hunters and Netero himself was a part of it. Later on, in the Dark Continent Arc, we are shown this:

A person called Zzigg Zoldyck took part in the expedition. It is possible that he was a part of the Seirin Group and Netero’s close friend. This would explain the ties Netero has with the Zoldyck family.

All in all, I am curious to know more of the relationship between the Zoldycks and some members of the Association. After all, even if they are supposedly wanted criminals they were never arrested nor hunted. I suspect this has partially to do with them being intertwined with the powers that be, but I wonder about their personal history with members of the association itself. There is also what Zeno says here:

He talks about himself and Netero as yin and yang. The comment is not framed as particularly important and it is not elaborated on, but I wonder if this will become foreshadowing of something more. I also wonder if the yin and yang symbol has a meaning as far as Zeno and Netero are concerned as individuals or as far as the Zoldycks and the Hunter Association are concerned as groups.

In short, I think it is clear there is much history between the Association and the Zoldyck Family and a part of this history probably ties them all to the Dark Continent. Let’s highlight the Zoldcyks are not the only ones with such a strange link to that place:

Gon’s family seems to be linked to the Dark Continent as well. All in all, Gon and Killua are the protagonists of the story and their arcs have mostly been paralleled and inversed, so it is interesting that it turns out their families are both linked to the Dark Continet. Moreover, once again, we have an inverted situation. On one hand Killua has a younger sibling who shares her body with a creature of the Dark Continent. On the other hand hand Gon has an ancestor who still lives in the Dark Continent.  It is once again the abnormal who wants to be normal and the normal who is fascinated by the abnormal. It will be interesting to see how this similarity and inversion plays out.

In conclusion, the Zoldycks have clearly ties with the Hunter Association and with the past expeditions to the Dark Continent. It is possible that Nanika reached the Zoldyck mansion because of this. However, we do not know the details and it is difficult to imagine them when we know so little about which kind of being Nanika is to befin with. I personally believe she is an Ai. This meta and the wiki (check the trivia section) explain why I believe so. However, even if she were, we know basically nothing of Ais, so we can’t really infer much.

Thank you for the ask!

[v-t-holmes-arts]

APH Mirror Week 2020: Day 3 - Hope/Peace

the Slovenias and how they dealt with their emotional state after ww2

@aph-mirror-week

***

Janez can't believe he is finally back home. He lets his fingers brush across the walls, dusty and cracked from four years of abandonment and war.

Although there are no open wounds on his back, he can feel it ache. Memories try to wash over him, of battles and hiding in the forests and ... he takes a deep breath. No time to think about that.

Finally, he reaches the living room, and crashes on the couch, which sends dust into the already dusty air. His hands are shaking and he tucks them under his arms. Peace. He just wants peace. He's had enough war, he decides. He does not have energy for more.

***

Primož leans on the ship's railing, watching back on the war-torn continet he is leaving behind. The soft wind and the sound of waves feel so out of place. He didn't think something like that could exist in the world after all that happened.

The back of his head aches if he thinks about how he ended up on the run too much. There are seagulls flying overhead as he looks up, the sun is bright, and his heart happily flutters despite his dark thoughts.

Not everything seems bleak for once, he realizes, turning his head towards the begining of the ship. A grin grows on his face for the first time in so long, and he feels sparks tingle on his fingertips. The past was filled with suffering, but now he is free, and he lets himself be hopeful for the future.

[rapis-lazuli]

Had a like hour long convo with my sister abt theta and the nen beasts design, so underrated

[kanene-yaaay]

The prank

 [Or Gang Tickles – 6º Tickletober]

Author’s note:  Heyaaa! It’s been a while! Howz you doin’? xP

This is my first and probably last fanfic with Thomas :D).

Sorrey, I really loved the idea, but write about someone who is alive and in the same universe, world and continet as me is a little strange to me. :’’v

I’m pretty sleepy right now, so... sorrey for the ending, it was not my best dfghjkjhggh. ;w;)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belongs to Thomas Sanders! Yaaay!

* This is a SFW Tickle-fic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another arts. There are a lot of wonderful arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is a Lee!Thomas fic with Ler!Logan/Patton/Roman/Virgil

* Something around 2500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This idea, like most of the good ideas came from NOWHERE! It’s pretty funny to write, tho. Hope you all enjoy it!

* Oneshot em Português! (Brasileiro) Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Don’t prank anyone. Or prank if they don’t mind it. Byeioo!~

                              [ ~*~] 

“No!” Thomas held the pillow as if it was a weapon, accusingly aiming it at Roman. His face was taken by a concentrated look, stiff muscles and apurated senses, alarmed at any and every noise that could indicate the sudden presence of any of his other sides. Roman took a pillow on his own, an excited grinning opening on his face, accepting the challenge. “You don’t take any step further! I have this pillow and I’m not afraid to use it!!”

 “Then let the duel begin!! Creation against creator! The prince and the pauper!” He gesticulated, emphasizing his words, both starting to encircle each other. “But I have to tell you, Thomas, that the battle against the Dragon Witch has masterfully increased my fencing skills!!” Tense shoulders, eyes prepared for any move. “And, I fear that after your evil actions, you are destined to have the same end!”

 A quiet click snapped behind him. The human spun around and ran fast enough to see from the corner of his eyes a shape wearing a cardigan falling on the ground after his failed attempt to catch Thomas from behind. All of his moral conscience to come back and help him was buried by the certainty of fate waiting for his soul in the exact moment that their hands grabbed him.

 His feet quickly guided the adult to his room, heading him towards his closet, knowing that it was the perfect secret hideout. He slipped in the rough turn although, what really nearly made him fall on the floor (and let out a high pitched scream, not that he was ever going to admit it) was the figure who was already waiting for him with crossed arms, leaning in the door of the small adjoining room.

 “Closet, the perfect secret hideout.” Virgil dislodged his form from the frame, closing the door’s room with a fast gesture. His face looked even more macabre with his purple hoodie partly hiding it. “Honestly, you underestimate how much we know you, Thomas.”

 “Precisely.” The adult didn’t need to look back to be aware that Logan had just positioned himself a few feet from him, probably coming out of some dark corner. His eyes flew in the door's direction. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, his breath beginning to become erratic. 

Thomas could hear Patton and Roman approaching, if he sprinted away right now, he could use the surprise element to dodge them, get out, take his car and then drive to the nearest airport to escape, who knows.  

 He blinked, and then Virgil was less than eight feet away from him, half the way between Thomas and the closet. He felt his eyes widen in a mix of fear and astonishment.

 “Uh huh.” Virgil shook his finger, a mischievous smile adorning his face. “I’m your Flight or Fight instinct, remember? You won’t want to race with me. ~”

 “And do not bother to make an escape plan from here either. I already calculated every possible route and made sure to let everyone aware about your probable reactions. Roman and Patton are more than capable of stopping you if you for some unknown reason manage to pass by us.”

 “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Virgil spoke again and Thomas started to retreat, finally being able to see both sides at the same time as he was cornered. “You knew very well what was going to happen when you dyed our costumes pink.”

 “Come on, guys…” 

Logan’s glasses glinted, making it impossible to see the glare he had behind the lenses. Virgil continued serious, not even glancing at Roman and his crazy smile or Patton with his innocent expression, which, for some reason, provoked shivers to run down his spine. His legs hit his bed, a nervous smile starting to spread across his face.

“It was just a prank! And the color looks nice on all of you! Patton!!” His tone was almost desperate, his eyes meeting with the paternal side’s one. “You said you love this color! Didn’t they look much better like this?

 “Oh, they sure did, Timothy!” He always switched his name when he wanted to be silly, voice full with excitement. “However, I’m also your moral side and we both know very well that we can’t change other people's things without their permission!”

 Thomas gave the last glare to everyone  before immediately throwing himself on the bed, which seemed to shake them all from their frozen stance and start some sort of a race. Suddenly, all the sides were bolting towards him, only to have to brake at the last moment when the human raised his left hand, a triumphant shout echoing.  

 Logan felt his breath and voice get stuck in his throat. Thomas wouldn’t be capable of…

 “STEP BACK OR I WILL NOT ANSWER FOR MY ACTS!” Thomas shook the Crofter’s jar hanging just a few feet above the floor. Patton holds Logan’s hands, who had the most betrayed expression the human had ever witnessed. He and Virgil controlled themselves into not barking out a laughter with the thick silence that spread throughout the room.

 “Oh, found field! How can such devilish thoughts come from a simple human being??” Roman got closer with firm footsteps, stopping only when the other threatened to drop the jelly. “Let the hostage go and we maybe have mercy on you!!”

 “I… don’t think that is how the bargains work, princey.”

 “Oh.” The creative  side put his hand on his chest, staring at Virgil. Looking as he was personally offended by his input. “But, well, my dear knightmare, at least I AM trying to do something about it! I’m not seeing any of-”

 “GOT IT!!” Thomas yelled when he felt the jelly being pulled quickly from his hands, had been too involved in the small arguing to notice Logan shinking out and appearing at his side. A big ‘oof’ escaped from his lips when Patton jumped on him and sat on his thighs.

 “And I got him!!“ And stared at him with bright eyes and a smile that made the other’s heart melt a bit. This prank was getting better than he expected. “Hello-lo-lo, Tanner!”

 “This nahahame doesn't even sound lihihike minehe!” Dang. The giggles. Of course that they would already appear, even before it all began. He stared with half euphoria and half light fear at each of the sides who shot glances towards him.

 “So, what are we gonna do with him?” Mischievous, but a little worried.

 (Virgil… always a lot more soft than he would dare to admit.)

 “Ohoho. His destiny had already been sealed the moment he casted his wicked spell on our garments!” Playful and evil. Roman cracked his knuckles.

(Always loved this part of the pranks, even though most of the time they were his ideas.)

 “Virgil, I believe it’s time for you to be aware of a… method we have to make Thomas learn a lesson.” Methodological and full of brightness.

 (Likes these moments more than he even thinks to admit.)

 Thomas squirmed, observing Logan disappear from his vision’s field and going to his feet. He ALWAYS went to the feet!! Dang, dang, dang!

 “Ohh. Yes!! This always makes him apologize so quickly!” The paternal figure wriggled his fingers at him, leading to more and more giggles to flow from the adult’s lips before he sealed them tightly, eyes equally closed in an attempt to ignore their teasing. “It didn’t make him learn the entire lesson yet, but it’s a work in progress!”

 Virgil finally understood what was happening there and felt himself sigh in relief. Of course this would be their punishment…

  His thoughts were interrupted by Thomas’ squeal which succeeded to research a breeze of freedom when Roman poked one of his armpits, scribbling and prodding, breaking in a smirk as the ‘victim’ started to squirm.

 “Choose your place, Panic at Everywhere, because the show is about to start!”

The purple lover one stared at the others, feeling his cheeks hot with blush with all the glares observing him, quickly going to the first place that looked free: the legs. Logan gave him a little nod, holding his feet in a headlock, a small grin shining in his face.

 “Countdown!!” Patton happily announced.

 “GUYS, NO!! Plehehease! It was just a prank!!” He already had a gigantic smile painted on his expression, his nerves in an electric anticipation.

 “Three!” Roman grabbed one of his arms, holding it above Thomas’ head. The adult tried to push him without much enthusiasm.

 “They’re more good-looking now! For reheheal!!!”

 “Twooo!” Patton raised the tip of his shirt as he sang the number, softly tracing a finger around his belly button, leading titters and quiet snorts to start to pile in his throat.

 “Ack! Pahahahahahatton!!! Think about it as a gift!”

 “One.” Logan traced his index finger in random parts of the other souls, as if studying which place he should begin.

 “Nononononono! Guys!!!”

 But the silence installed on the room. Everyone turned back to Virgil, who immediately felt his face burn. He never had been in this situation before so he just figured out that they just were… well, er… It was that…

 “Virgil!” Unconsciously, the fear’s representation closed his hands, which, for Thomas’ misfortune, led to his fingers curling on his thigh, making him jump with the sensation. “Vihihihihirgil!! No!”

  The purple lover met the shine in his eyes, the smile and the excitement in his voice. Without even realising his own predatory grin took control over his expression.

 “Go.”

 Everyone attacked at once.

 “Nah! GUHUHuhuhuhuhUYS!!!”

 Thomas’ mind was crazy. He was absolutely sure of that. He had hands poking and scratching his axillaries, had fingers wriggling in his navel, had nails slowly and meticulously dancing through all his feet and had hands squeezing and kneading every inch of his thighs.

 It was unbearable.

The laughter left his mouth in an uncontrollable avalanche, in intensities he didn’t even know he was capable of researching. His face was on flames. His entire body vibrated with the strength of his squeals.

 It was amazing.

 “PLEHEheheheAHAHAHAHAHA” The words didn’t complete themselves. His head went from side to side. Squeaks and shrieks floated through the air. His body squirmed in a kind of dance, trying in every possible way to stop all the feeling and having absolutely zero success in all his attempts.

 Not to mention the others’ laughter. It was his favorite part. Listen to everyone laughing together, in harmony. Just like a very different and eccentric family. Everything on the scenario seemed to remind him about this: the warm in his heart, the butterflies in his belly, the chorus of smiles…

 The tickles decreased, giving him a chance to drink sips of oxygen.

 “My Gohohohohod.” His smile went ear to ear. He couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to help it. He closed his eyes, letting all the giggles come out without making an minimal effort to stop them.

 “So, Thomas, there is something that you would like to tell us?”

 The human didn’t even know it was possible for his blush to grow even more. He remembered this part more than he would be able to admit.

 “I am sohoho-” Roman scratched his nails on his neck,  being sure to scribble right on this tiny, ticklish and defenseless spot right behind his ear. “No!!” The series of snorts interrupted his phrase. He shook his head, trying to make the playful and unfair attack to stop. “Rohohohohohman!!!”

 “Sorry, Thomas. I think I didn’t understand what you just said. Could you repeat pwease?” Patton blinked a few times, his naive smile unbothered by all the wiggles and squirms every tickle shock made him do.

“I’m soho-” the one wearing a Steven Universe’s shirt widened his eyes when he saw the moral aspect starting to take a very exaggerated and very deep breath, leaning his head down. “Patton!!! Come ohohon! NoAHAHAHAHAHA!” The loud raspberry buzzed in a horrible manner, vibrating across his nerves. His head was thrown with the force of his laughter, any and every word that would be said lost in the middle of hiccups and shrieks.

 “I think you’re not taking this lesson seriously enough, Thomas.” Even from afar, the adult could perceive the small smirk in the expression of the most rational side, which, together with the totally serious tune, only helped to increase his bubbly giggling flow.

 “Wait, no! Wait!! I meant I’m sohoHOHOHOHO-!!” Logan took the other’s previous example, assaulting his feet with little raspberries on his arches and under his toes, taking the opportunity to escape some squeezes and pinches on his calves, his efforts being rewarded by a melody of belly laughter, incomprehensible pleas and thrashing. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME SPEHAHAHAHAK!!”

Logan stopped and they gave him a few moments to retrieve his breath.

“Hmm. I don’t know, guys. I think we should give him a shot. I have this weird feeling he wants to tell us something.” Virgil smiled, just because the entire situation was too adorable to do anything but this. The prankster looked grateful as his free hand wiped a couple of tears on his cheeks.

 “Thahahahahanks. I-I hihi- you guys are hohorrible-” he took another deep breath, shiny eyes. “I am so-” 

In less than a blink of an eye Virgil kneaded his two thighs at once, Thomas’ body arching before hitting the mattress with full force, legs kicking non stop, yet the purple lover continued his task, concentrating his attack on that sweet, weak spot on his inner thighs, squeezing them as fast as he could. The other’s voice faded for a piece of moment before coming back at full speed. - 

“VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!”

 “Tsc. Yep. I guess it was just my impression. It is just a bunch of adorable laughing, tsk, Thomas, I expected more from you.”

But he only continued for a few seconds before interrupting the tickling, giving him a break.

“Guess we will have to continue with the lesson until we proceed to tickle,” Logan’s voice, as always, was calm and plain, repeating the cursed word slowly, as if testing all its syllables, “tickle, tickle and tickle a bit of respect of you.”

“One would think he would’ve learned by now! With how much awfully ticklish and helpless he is…” Patton shook his head, faking sadness, doing his best to not smile with the adult’s embarrassed half groan, half whine, “Well, but at least, he can get all the tickly tingly tickles and kitchy kitchy coos he could ever want!”

“Shut up!!” Thomas protested, holding no real heat behind his words.

“Why, does the teasing make you all blush-y? Awww, is Thomathy too much weak for some itsy bitsy teasy teases?” Roman only smirked wider when Thomas tried to hide his red face, poking his armpits and making him lower his arms to protect them, his smile brightening the room. “We all know how much you just love all of this! Every. Single. Part.” He prodded his ribs at each word.

“Plehehease!”

“Please tickle you?” Virgil chuckled, dangerously. “You heard him, guys.”

 Everyone attacked again, although this time with less vigor, compensating that lack with hundreds of “Who has the cutestest laugh? Is yoooou!”, “Tickle tickle tickle!”, “Who is the most ticklish human of the entire world? Could you tell us, Thomas??” and "Kitty kitty coo”. 

Which, honestly, Thomas didn’t know if it was better or worse.

 Everything stopped a couple of minutes later with a Thomas lying on the bed panting, trying to get rid of the residual giggles while every side summoned their costumes, needing only a snap of fingers to fix the prank.

 “Really? You just needed to do that to fix them?” His tone was incredulous, his betrayed face being hard to be taken seriously with the red that still painted his cheeks and chuckles which still flew in the air.

 “Sure. As everything about us they are made of imagination, it wouldn’t be logical to use another method to modify them.” Logan clarified.

 “But you were right, Thomas!” Roman twirled in front of the mirror, bringing the pink color back and doing some poses before turning to face him. “This color REALLY look good on me.”

 “We could go with costumes and matching colors, Ro-ro!” Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, having also chosen to stay with the new dyeing.

 “Magnificent idea, Padre! But for that we need to make some few adjustments.” And then he began to divagate about their new costumes, which probably would come out completely different from their original ones. Thomas sighed in frustration, rolling and face planting on the mattress.

 “You all are impossible.”

 “Hey. Get used to it.” Virgil poked his sides, watching him squirm and let out a little yelp with a light satisfaction. “This is what you got for accepting us in the family. The days will be much more fun from now. ~”

 All the sounds in the room stopped, each individual turning to face the Halloween lover.

 “What?” His tone was alarmed.

 “You said ‘family’.”

 “What???” pause. “No, I didn’t!!”

 “Yes yes yeeeees!! You said it!!” Patton seems like he could bounce through the walls. Virgil looked at each one, finding only kind and happy smiles. Now he felt his face almost as warm as Thomas’.

 “Just… shut up.” And he disappeared. Thomas snickered and was followed.

 Yeah…

 FamILY.

[worstfruit]

GOBLINS

Ok-- this setting focuses on a small continet, a bit smaller in width than australia, but longer (think the stretched greenland we see on globes). To the north, past a mountain range that crosses the land, lay and endless expanse of pete bogs and moors and thick, thonry shrub forests: here live the greenskins and barbaric humans of lore: free creatures and beasts and even men, who pay no mind to the settled empire that exists just south. Focusing on one of these races, I will be talking about my favourite! The goblins (sometimes called the ‘Moors Goblin’ bc i published this on dnd beyond so i could use it as a homebrew race). I’ve borrowed a lot from Warhammer and 40k but as I work on world building I hope to separate these fuckers from both dnd and warhammer.

What differentiates your Moors Goblin from their more classic fantasy cousins is primarily their culture and disdain for sunlight (ok since writing more...unsure if i want them to be light sensitive!! will have to stew on this). Even Moors Goblins who live outside of cave networks don't see too much direct sunlight due to the cloudy and rainy climate of the northern highlands, and so they're prone to sunburn and blindness during prolonged exposure. Likewise, dryer climates greatly weaken their immune system, and so they rarely travel far enough south to mingle much with other races. The Moors Goblin is unique in that their genetic makeup is closely linked to that of fungus, making them incredibly hard to kill despite some of their more glaring weaknesses. They bleed viscous, green blood, thick with spores that, when the time is right, allow for the birth and growth of new goblins. While they do possess many organs similar to most mammals, like cold blooded reptiles, Moor Goblins can survive seemingly impossible amounts of tissue loss and internal damage, as their green bodies generate oxygen through photosynthesis and their central nervous system operates as a networked inlaid along their vascular lines. For this reason, many tribes take to the belief that it is actually impossible to kill them without the aid of fire or acid, and will chant some iteration of 'no burial mound can hold me' as a warsong. Even if a goblin is crushed beyond recognition, a new goblin may soon crawl from the dirt below the sight of his death due to the spores released upon his body's destruction.

Your typical cave Goblin may not know how to swim very well or see all too well in the sunlight, though some tribes do make a living off fishing the river ways in which they reside or travelling large, flat plain lands during daylight hours. Your average Goblin lives a simple lifestyle with a group of their own, and while some clans may be open to trading and friendly relations with other native races such as orcs or humans, Goblins are known for being isolationists and rather...tricky. They've had many altercations with more southerly dwarves and wood elves(? -- unsure if ill use elves in this manner as ive yet to expand on them). If asking any Dwarf about them, you'll likely hear that they are all cutthroats and petty thieves (largely in part due to land disputes within the mountains), whereas an Empire Elf would likely have little to no experience with them whatsoever.

In general, the world does not know too much about Moors Goblins and the inner workings of their society, as the race enjoys keeping to itself, and for the most part, other, more dominant races tend to likewise keep away from goblin controlled regions.

Older Goblins hold no higher rank in society, though they are allowed more relaxed roles due to their age and resulting feebleness. What does elevate their standing is their outward apperance: namely height and scars. A goblin tends to form welts, pockmarks, bumps, or discolorations after being wounded. Goblins who don’t see much warfare or even friendly sparring tend to be smooth, and as a result, assumed inexperienced, whereas more seasoned goblins tend to be more disfigured or even missing limbs (this implies that they have reached the age and status to breed, though sometimes old goblins may be smooth skinned, and young goblins with a rough early start may appear older than they are). Though more muscular goblins may bully their way through the nest, this doesn’t affect their social rank, though muscle build tends to correlate with height, and height a prized trait within Goblin society. The tallest Goblin is the defacto leader, but this tends to lead more diminutive individuals to ‘augment’ their height through unnatural means (stilts, hats, and even magic). The chieftain of a tribe often wears some sort of elaborate mask made of animal bone that helps to augment his height, and also represent the clan's culture through color, symbol, etc. If a tall goblin is entirely smooth, he must rely on his wits and magic knowhow to gain a reputation worthy of leading. If a very muscular but short and scarred goblin arises, he may fight for the title-- though this is rare. It seems instinctual for these creatures to flock to the tallest.

The Moors Goblin generally has very large ears, useful for detecting sonic frequencies within the earth.

They tend to have more angular facial features, larger noses and chins, hollow cheeks, and large, eyes with yellow sclera and slit pupils. Irises vary in color, from those ranging normal to humans, as well as rarer shades of red, purple, black, or even white. Goblin eyesight is exceptional in the dark, making them adept at living underground and scavenging for food at night, but making them poor day time hunters. Their sense of smell is keen like that of a dog, helping tunnelers to seek out anything from fungal food sources to rare minerals and dangerous sulfur deposits. Claws are large and thick on both hands and feet, and the front teeth are sharp, with pronounced incisors and canines and a set of flat, crushing molars at the back of the jaw.

Cutting open a goblin will reveal a startling lack of any apparent major organs! They possess spider-like booklungs, a network of bladder like muscles that have thousands of little capillary rivulets expending from within and connect the tissue to itselve. Cutting into muscle reveals a sort of crystalline pattern, made of a meat like, gooey substance similar to the consistency of what inside an aloe leaf. These fluids range from a watery, yellowish-green, to more viscous forest greens and even dark browns. Although any surgeons in this world would not be able to discern this easily, the goblin does posses a CNS, it is simply spread through the entire body. Likewise, there is no apparent heart organ, but it seems that electrical impulses force a reflective twitch from this network of innards that compels the goblin body forward. The closest thing to a brain can be found along what resembles a spinal column, where more obvious veins stem from to attach to the eyes, booklungs, and multiple small stomach like sacks. Their skeletal system is composed of a highly resilient and flexible cartilage made of keratin, similar to beetle shells. The goblin’s capacity to heal is astounding and quicker than that of your average mammal, though their springy ‘bones’ and soft flesh do make for easy wounding. Some older, stronger goblins develop a thick callous and scar tissue that makes for excellent, natural armor, and is sought after as a source of leather by some dwarvish tribes. 

Eating goblin meat is ill advised, however. It appears to be toxic to pink skins, and no known predator relies on these creatures as a food source.

For this reason, as well as their reproductive nature, goblins are seen as a plague amongst some northerly dwelling empire races. Cut one down, multiple eventually appear. Many have learned to burn goblin bodies rather than cutting up their remains; the more green blood spilled, the more likely they are to return from the earth! Infant goblins can be surprisingly strong and viscous towards perceived threats, and in a great number, they can do a lot of damage.

To an outsider, it may appear that all Moors Goblins are male. In reality, there is only one sex, or rather, in goblin terms, there is no sex or /really/ gender. Moors Goblins have no native terms for 'he' or 'she', though in Common they are typically just referred to as male due to their physical features. Moors Goblins have no need for more telling indicators such as breasts, but do coexist with races that do recognize a binary sex and gender, so they are somewhat familiar with the concept and may navigate it according to their preferences, if they have any. Many are fine with just being labeled an it, a they, or a he/she, though some more involved with humans may chose a set of pronouns.

Moors Goblin society is collectivist at its core; this may be confusing to outsiders however as Goblins are extremely easily distracted by anything they might consider valuable–– be it shiny, aromatic, tasty, dangerous, or just large and heavy. While this kleptomaniacal behavior may seem individualistic on the surface, Goblins operate similar to a termite or ant mound, or even beehives in that they collect food and goods to add to a collective hoard. It’s an animalistic sort of instinctual partnership a Goblin has with their clan, wherein they gather and fight as a collective, for the collective good, in exchange for food and protection. It could be looked at as a primitive form of taxation, but don’t let their demeanor fool you. Many aspects of Goblin society differ so greatly from human culture that it would be easy to mistake the creatures as mere beasts.

Their written language only exists in pictographs and simplistic glyphs, though someone unlearned in their ways may not be able to decode their cave scrawlings. If something must be written for delivery, Goblins utilize clay tablets (much like ancient Sumerians) and rarely take part in record keeping or history. Only the immediate now, and the looming future, really concern the Goblin folk. Oral tradition is common though mostly for religious purposes, and the orator role seems to be taken by older Goblins who have survived wars and skirmishes to tell the tale. In spite of this, Goblins are highly intelligent; though they lack long attention spans and tend towards the hyperactive and impulsive (and greedy) nature, they are adept magic users as well as rogues, druids, rangers, barbarians, and fighters, even bards, and a few exceptional individuals often leave their home to pursue training with other races. Goblin clerics, wizards, monks, and paladins are almost nonexistent, though it is certainly possible for exceptional individuals to arise and take on these roles...just, unheard of. Medicine men are often looked at as Shamans and revered as mystics. If a Moors Goblin has the capacity to learn, or the natural ability to use magic, he will often become a Shaman; as such many 'Shaman' are either sorcerers or clerics, though goblins do not differentiate between the two much, aside from designating some shaman as healers and others as battlemages. Healer shaman are typically alchemists and herbalists.

Religion is not at the center of Goblin culture, though it does play a significant enough role that it merits mentioning. A Goblin may worship any number of deities from a polytheistic pantheon of old, elemental gods; they take their beliefs from oral traditions passed on from generation to generation. Mining and tunneling act as the fulcrum for many folk lore and urban legends, using cautionary tales of careless tunneling practices and unearthing unspeakable evils of the deep. Mentors will often tell these tales to their charges to keep them in line, mostly. As creatures composed of plantlike matter, Moors Goblins tend to feel a kinship with the earth, moss, lichen, and the sort. Shaman, like clerics, draw their powers from the elements and deities who represent them, and on occasion may use their abilities to aid in battles, though primarily reserve them for healing and supplementing their oral tradition.

Goblins will pair bond with one or multiple partners throughout their lifespan, though a coupling for the sake of childbearing is useless in their society. A single goblin may have multiple litters of children in a lifetime, depending on anything from the availability of food to a need for more goblins in a clan. The collective cares for newborns, with a little focus on the biological parent as authoritative figures, though many young goblins may bond with a particular elder and chose to spend more time around them. Many older goblins may mentor or teach younger ones in their trade if they take an interest, though rarely is a goblin forced into a role. It varies among tribes, but is generally a very organic process where any given goblin simply does whatever he is good at. This is how names are given: first names are mostly what matter and are derived from telling characteristics that arise as the goblin child ages. Surnames exist as well, however, and are assigned later once a trade is selected or perhaps a deed done that awards merit. This helps differentiate goblins with more common names, from seperate tribes, or from a proud lineage: fore example, let’s say two Dweezles exist in the same clan for whatever reason. One may become a hunter, the other may become a bard of some sort. The hunter may be named Dweezle Lantz whereas the bard may be called Dweezle the Yox, or in common, Dweezle the Merry. (I am using a very bastardized patois as a basis for a lot of goblin names simply bc i like the idea of Goblle being derived from Orc lowspeak, which I base off a very bastardized French! For no reason other than shits and giggles).

Goblins are often 'born' as twins or triplets, though the mortality rate is somewhat high due to disease and accidents. Goblins share a distant ancestry with that of fungus, and as such their reproduction involves a gestation stage wherein the parent blood lets beneath mushroom caps in a central breeding chamber within the cave networks he may inhabit. From here the spore-filled fluid takes to the dirt and develops into fetuses, which gather further nutrients from the rich soils and the other fungal and plant life found in the cave floor. It continues to grow until a full formed Goblin baby is ready to crawl free from the earth. Infants will possess exemplary motor skills once unearthed and instinctively know to crawl towards older goblins and the scent of food. 

Your typical Moors Goblin dwelling is found around the base of a mountain, rolling hills, or within the nooks and crags of a cliff. The tunnels are narrow and warren like but lead to a number of different caverns, both natural and goblin-made, that are much more open. The central chamber has many interconnecting tunnels and can range from large to massive in size. The larger the tribe, the larger the atrium. Often, tribes will seek out pre-existing caverns to make as their atrium, which is similar to a plaza or the town centre of a human village. Here, cave paintings and banners decorate the walls, Shamans will set up shop to offer medical aid or entertainment and education in story telling, the chieftain will make his rounds or sit atop a central throne and hear reports from foot soldiers or settle disputes amongst tribe members, and children will run about and practice battle or play. Beneath the atrium lies the food storage, and below there lies the brood.  If a cave network has lava, blacksmiths and cooks may conduct their business around these pockets of magma, but will otherwise carry on outside the tunnels. Individual goblins may seek out and dig their own rooms for sleep, though many will seek others to sleep in piles. Goblins live both within these tunnels and on the surface around the outside of the area. They guard the territory around the mine for miles, sending out patrols of hunters equipped with war horns and using wolves as watchdogs to alert them to intruders.

The Moors Goblin spoken language is quick and sharp on the tongue, spoken in fast fragments meant to quickly convey information. Moors Goblins of old were purported to operate as a literal hivemind, not needing verbal language to communicate with one another, though the modern Moors Goblin has lost this telekinetic ability. The influence of such can be seen in how they work in groups. Pheremone signals and bodily gestures (such as ear twitches or stance) carry nonverbal information throughout the entire brood; attacking one goblin in or near their mound can result in a full fledged, hive-wide retaliation. For this reason it is highly advised to isolate enemy Goblins, or to use crowd control measures when dealing with multiples.

Goblins will align themselves with orcs and humans in times of war, making them an intimidating force to be reckoned with. Even a single tribe can be difficult to battle, though, as they attack in droves and rely on their sheer numbers to viciously bring down any enemy. Shamans and bards will aid a fight using berserker elixirs and spells, AOE heals and buffs/debuffs, and providing chants that both invigorate their soldiers and deter the enemy. Bards typically play animal bladders fixed with a series of tubes, much like the real world bagpipes, war drums, or brass oboe-like instruments that sound off a deep resonance (similar to a didgeridoo). Hunters and rangers will lead a charge on wolves or other tamed beasts, while the chieftain leads the foot soldiers. Tribes at war have a high turnover rate for their leaders.

When teamed with orcs, it is common for goblins to serve as a replacement for pack animals, even during hunts, however it should be noted that goblin slavery is not a common practice among the northern orc tribes and seems to be a willing symbiotic relationship between both races.

The Goblin diet consists of local fauna and flora that is relatively easy to hunt or gather. Goblins don’t participate in much agriculture aside from a few species of mushroom and various moss or lichen, and do not partake in domestication or cattle rearing of any sort, though a variety of rats, bats, small reptiles, amphibians, and insects coexist alongside the Goblin people in a similar manner to humans and domestic dog and cats. Granted, these creatures are also often on the menu. Many rangers will capture wolves and ride them to hunt, as well, though this is less common for goblin groups that live deep within cave systems.

Due to the lack of sunlight, Goblins get their vitamin D through both photosynthesis of available, diffused light and a hearty diet of fatty meats and protein based foods, supplementing it with small rocks and precious gems, nuts, berries, roots, grasses, and leafy greens. Some minerals may actually imbue a Goblin spell caster with certain heightened abilities for a short while, ranging from increased sensory capabilities to hallucinogenic effects. Contrary to popular beliefs, Goblins do eat a number of root vegetables and fruits, gathered and bartered from surrounding forests and towns. Shamans enjoy brewing powerful elixirs and even moonshine that aid in battle or serve as poison to coat their weapons in.

Relationships with other races are mostly dependent on trade, though due to border conflicts, Goblins have an adversarial relationship towards Dwarves. The Goblin’s inclination towards stealing and eating gemstone and ore, as well as collapsed tunnels and collisions have put the two races at odds with each other.

Many tribes align themselves with Barbaric human clans or nomadic tribes of neighboring orcs, and will fight or even live alongside these different races in relative harmony.

i think that’s it for now!!!!

[naussensei]

Alive - Hunter x Hunter

Leopika / Leorio x Kurapika fanfic

Summary:

Situated in the Dark Continet Arc. Kurapika falls unconscious after abusing his nen ability. When he wakes up he experiences temporary memory loss. Leorio is there to help…in theory

Chapters: 1

Words: 4240

Characters: Leorio/Kurapika

Status: Completed

Genre: angst

read on wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/177806659-alive

[otirakott]

I need to stop liking hxh cause imagine if i get famous and my documentary goes “and here are some of their early drawings, primarily fanart of the show hunter x hunter”

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hxh season 2 is just gon and killua beating up the physically disabled

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“All of this makes me sick. The way my hand feels, the smell of blood. Every sensation makes me sick”

Favourite line

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gon asking kurapika to be his nen teacher, kurapika briefly considering it before saying no and disapearing for years. Oh if they had stayed together, so much could have gone different. The chimera, the dark continet

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*sobs* leorio *sobs* has the kindest *cries* heart beat *falls* in the whole city

[literaila]

really? i didn't know that. i never really cared about my early childhood. i'm sure you were adorable when you were a little baby.

i don't think i have.. nope, i haven't. i'm very self aware. i know what my flaws are but i don't care, not enough to change it. plus, i'm pretty toxic and manipulative. obviously not to people who i like. i always adjust my personality, to who i'm talking with. none of those are good things.

dr strange is sappy? and crimson peak? really? i'll watch 50 first dates and pride & prejudice. hmmm.. the thor trilogy was amazing. but, other then marvel movies, of course. i don't think so? i can't choose. but my comfort movie is mean girls. don't know why. i also like the bo burnham movies on netflix. what about you?

i basically can't live without music. i sleep with it, i shower with it, literally everything. oh. really? i think i'd almost cry if you did that. almost. that's really sweet. i would make you one for your birthday, but that was a month ago.. i'll still make you one, though.

good, try not to overdose on caffeine, v. how do you like your coffee? a tangy one? haven't heard of that. i have 3 favorites. mango loco, ultra rosa, and ultra violet. in more simpler terms, the blue one with drawings all over it, the pink one, and the purple one.

online? how does that work? you both text or call? mmm. anxious to see how this is gonna happen.. but it'll be fine, i think. i've seen therapy in the falcon & the winter soldier only. if it's going to be like that, then well. i dunno.

yep. seven continets. and the thing is, we get a paper and the oceans & continents are numbered and we have to write which is which. probably easy, but i don't think i'll do well. i'll try not to beat myself up over it.

good! take a nap or something.

that's five blankets, then.. sounds nice. i've always wanted a lot of blankets n pillows. i hate eye appointments. last time i took one, it took like a million tries. my eyes were too sensitive. as do i! i hate cleaning though. i feel bored. don't know what to do or what to watch.. i'll do my math homework soon.

it was a depressing book. pride & prejudice is long.. i need more time to read that. i will, thank you. hope you're doing well right now, v.

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i wish i could go back and watch myself as a child. just so i could know what i was like. i was adorable though, that changed of course, but the pictures are still there. you don’t know anything about how you were as a kid?

you are not toxic and manipulative!! you’re self aware, as you said, and toxic people can’t accept their negative traits. it influenced the toxicity. everyone adjusts their personality, it comes with trust and who the other person is. you’ve got my blood boiling with that talk. your negative traits do not cancel out the positive ones.

dr strange is literally so sappy— he begs those people who were trying to rob him not to take his watch just because the person he loved gave it to him. sap. crimson peak is definitely happy— “you lied to me” “i did” “you poisoned me” “i did” you told me you loved me” “i do”

ah. that’s my favorite line. ever.

mean girls is a very good movie. would watch any time. and obviously the thor trilogy— obviously. my favorite movie is cars. no, i will not be taking any questions at this time.

music is wonderful. your playlists in processing, i’ll tell you when it’s finished. just to make you cry.

no promises. i’m definitely a cream person, more sweet than bitter. though, sometimes i drink really dark roasts. it depends. i don’t know. it was tangy. okay messy blue one, purple one, pink one. i’ll look.

it was over zoom. it will be fine! i don’t know if the falcon and winter soldier one counts…

mix and match then. i’m sure you’ll do great. even if geography sucks.

it went okay. picked out some new glasses— i didn’t like the place as much as the one i went to for my last eye check but.. i broke my glasses so i needed to get those done. hope you figured something out. no bored feelings allowed

-v