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the-worst-bracket · 1 year

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The Worst Bracket Begins!

Polls are going up starting Wednesday, April 19th, 32 per day! Bracket and list under the cut.

Round 1

Bracket A (4/19-26)

Mineta Minoru (My Hero Academia) v Anglerfish from Dark Bramble (Outer Wilds)

Iago (Othello) v Barbas (Skyrim)

Brendan (Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald) v Mimic (Dark Souls)

Dan (Dan vs) v Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)

Jurgen Litner (The Magnus Archives) v Lily Tucker-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Lonnie Byers (Stranger Things) v Zeus (Greek Mythology)

Lemongrab (Adventure Time) v Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity)

Alex Eggleston (Yiik) v Larry Butz (Ace Attorney)

Jerry (Undertale) v Po (Teletubbies)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) v Old Man Who Snitches on Haru (A:TLA)

Kai Winn (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) v Ashfur (Warrior Cats)

Mr. Burns (The Simpsons) v Boscha (The Owl House)

Octavian (Heroes of Olympus) v Makoto Teruhashi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Robbie Valentino (Gravity Falls) v Gendo Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Walter White (Breaking Bad) v Guy Mortadello (Papa Louie)

Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater) v Snowball (Pinky and The Brain)

Bracket B (4/19-26)

Rohan Kishibe (JJBA) v Jin Guangshan (The Untamed)

Agravaine (Merlin) v Michael (Wii Sports)

Scout (TF2) v Mitsuhiro Higa (Danganronpa)

Creek (Trolls) v Berdly (Deltarune)

Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney) v Jeff Winger (Community)

Nazeem (Skyrim) v David (Animorphs)

Simon Laurent (Infinity Train) v Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach)

Kikimora (The Owl House) v Cronus Ampora (Homestuck)

Michael Tritter (House MD) v The Director (Red v Blue)

Eridan Ampora (Homestuck) v Lila Rossi (Miraculous Ladybug)

Skadge (Star Wars: The Old Republic) v Lord Henry Wotton (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Claptrap (Borderlands) v Jodie Foster (Dungeons and Daddies)

Bill Hawks (Professor Layton) v Carcer (Discworld)

Bender Bending Rodríguez (Futurama) v Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!)

Corrin (Fire Emblem) v The Dark Lord (Miitopia)

Cybelle (Carole and Tuesday) v Jasper (Steven Universe)

Bracket C (4/20-27)

Gul Dukat (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) v Admiral Zhao (A:TLA)

Hordak (She-Ra) v Rachel Berry (Glee)

Book (Battle for Dream Island) v Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Jessica (The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself) v Lester Papadopoulos (Trials of Apollo)

Pong Krell (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) v Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

Armand (Vampire Chronicles) v Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

Dorodoron (Futari wa Precure Splash Star) v Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Christopher Taub (House MD) v Tate Landon (America Horror Story: Murder House)

Izzy Hands (OFMD) v Princess Daisy (Super Mario Bros)

Spike (MLP:FIM) v Atlas May (Lackadaisy)

Clutch Powers (LEGO Ninjago) v Orin Scrivello (Little Shop of Horrors)

Thanos (MCU) v Minecraft Skeleton (Minecraft)

Frank Burns (M*A*S*H*) v Lieutenant Nolan (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Carter Pewterschmit (Family Guy) v Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Miyo Takano (Higurashi When They Cry) v Borsolino (One Piece)

Hiyoko Saionji (Danganronpa) v Pennywise (IT)

Bracket D (4/20-27)

Pierce Hawthorne (Community) v Ren (Ren and Stimpy)

Whirlpool (Wings of Fire) v Cinder Falls (RWBY)

Thaddeus Campbell (Dishonored) v The Grabber (Black Phone)

Takumi Ichinose (Nana) v Heimskr (Skyrim)

Gale Weathers (Scream) v Lee Kiyoung (Regressor Instruction Manual)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) v Alvin Marsh (IT)

Director Ton (Aggretsuko) v Angelica Pickles (Rugrats)

Pencil (Battle for Dream Island) v Odalia Blight (The Owl House)

Kyubey (Madoka Magica) v Newman (Seinfeld)

Jacob Hill (Abbott Elementary) v Gregory House (House MD)

Rachel (Tower of God) v Monkey D Luffy (One Piece)

Dame Alina (Keeper of the Lost Cities) v Miki Kawai (A Silent Voice)

John Winchester (Supernatural) v Kyouichi Saionji (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Magikarp (Pokemon) v Hippeux (Animal Crossing)

Elmo (Sesame Street) v Saint Charlos (One Piece)

Melli (Pokemon Legends: Arceus) v Dr. Janet Lubelle (WTNV)

Bracket E (4/21-28)

Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) v The Blue Border (Scott the Woz)

Calico Jack (OFMD) v B.E.N. (Treasure Planet)

Doogal (Doogal) v John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

Crawlings (The Mysterious Benedict Society) v Liza Lotts (Scott the Woz)

Zolf J Kimblee (FMA) v Baron Draxum (Rise of The TMNT)

Kaito Momota (Danganronpa) v Nandor the Relentless (What We Do In the Shadows)

Logan Roy (Succescion) v Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Fermet (Baccano!) v Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) v Taylor Kelly (9-1-1)

AM (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream) v Jar Jar Binks (Star Wars)

Stuart Little (Stuart Little) v Vinsmoke Sanji (One Piece)

Bibble (Barbie: Fairytopia) v Dennis Nedry (Jurassic Park)

Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa) v Grima Wormtongue (LOTR)

Moe (Calvin and Hobbes) v Balloon Boy (FNAF)

Felix (Red vs Blue) v Klorgbane the Destroyer (Regular Show)

Bro Strider (Homestuck) v Jughead Jones (Riverdale)

Bracket F (4/21-28)

Count Olaf (A Series of Unfortunate Events) v Mort (Madagascar)

Mantle (Dr Stone) v Phillip Anderson (Sherlock)

Eisuke Hondo (Detective Conan) v Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu)

Hiram Burrows (Dishonored) v Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) v Prince Diamond (Sailor Moon)

Marty (Steven Universe) v Hibiki Shikyouin (PriPara)

White Diamond (Steven Universe) v Norman Osborn (Marvel)

Stregabor (The Witcher) v Cedric Jeanne Elmir (I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss)

Barney Stinson (HIMYM) v Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Griffith (Beserk) v Chloe Valentine (Be More Chill)

Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim) v Lionel Luthor (Smallville)

Lydia (Skyrim) v Shadow Weaver (She-Ra)

Rand Ridley (Inside Job) v Jun Kawanakajima (Ultra Maniac)

Krusty the Clown (The Simpsons) v Fire Lord Ozai (A:TLA)

Joseph Sugarman (BoJack Horseman) v Huey Emmerich (Metal Gear)

Anti - Pops (Regular Show) v Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Bracket G (4/22-29)

Ross Geller (Friends) v Akito Sohma (Fruits Basket)

Henry Bowers (IT) v Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Winner Sinclair (Chibi Vampire) v Evil Do-er/Dark Blue (Animation vs Minecraft)

Clint (Stardew Valley) v Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson)

Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa) v Colin Robinson (What We Do In The Shadows)

Spy (TF2) v Ghetsis (Pokemon)

Billy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) v Queen Vanessa (A Hat In Time)

Doofus Drake (Ducktales) v Servantis (Ben 10)

Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives) v Francisco Guerra (Paranatural)

Tingle (The Legend of Zelda) v Hawt Saus (Chikn Nuggit)

Trishna (Papa Louie) v Mark Brendanawicz (Parks and Recreation)

Unparalleled Innocence (Rain World) v Morgana (Persona 5)

Lady Gisela Sencen (Keeper of the Lost Cities) v Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

Suzy Johnston (Phineas and Ferb) v Kaidou Shun (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

Souichi (Junji Ito) v Dr Hotti (Ace Attorney)

Morgoth (LOTR) v Sarah (Ed, Edd, and Eddy)

Bracket H (4/22-29)

Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) v Barney the Purple Dinosaur (Barney)

Andy Bernard (The Office) v Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)

Dio (Zero Escape) v Caillou (Caillou)

Gideon Gleeful (Gravity Falls) v Balgo (Burn the Witch)

Joshu Higashikata (JJBA) v Toby Flenderson (The Office)

Touga Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena) v Teledji Adeledji (FFXIV)

Chairman Rose (Pokemon) v Donnel Udina (Mass Effect)

Father (FMA) v Harumi (LEGO Ninjago)

Akio Ohtori (Revolutionary Girl Utena) v Richard (Requiem of the Rose King)

Miranjo (Ranking of Kings) v Kray Foresight (Promare)

Xander Harris (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) v The Worst (Ben 10)

Hisoka Morrow (Hunter x Hunter) v Doc Scratch (Homestuck)

Tony Stark (MCU) v Sakura Horuna (Naruto)

Sir Tristan the Cold (Penumbra Podcast) v Clay Puppington (Morel Orel)

Bling Bling Boy (Johnny Test) v George Constanza (Seinfeld)

Quiche (Tokyo Mew Mew) v Enji Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

#announcement

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yautjalover · 2 years

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My Yautja Head Canons

I’ve been putting this off because I know my head canons are a bit different than most of what I’ve seen on here. My brain is weird and so therefor my head canons will be…odd. I’m certain this may get flack but oh fucking well. It’s my head canon and if you get mad, log off and go whine to someone else who cares. 😂

1. Yautja females have boobs, but like humans, they come in a variety of shapes and sizes! This includes their bodies. Females being larger isn’t the universal standard, though they are sometimes bigger than the males. They have breasts all the time, even when not with a pup.

2. Their society isn’t a Matriarchy but more of a balanced society with a council of Ancients ruling the home world and heading their species. Matriarchy was mentioned in one book, therefore it’s not hard canon and I don’t abide by it. I prefer the shared responsibility between the two sexes. It’s actually equal and there isn’t any sexism in such a thing.

3. Taking a life-mate is rare and a ceremony and celebration is thrown together for the couple. It’s pretty much getting drunk around a bonfire and indulging in bountiful buffets. This is followed by lots of sex between the new life-mates.

4. They have a keen sense of fashion and looking well kept. In the Hunt this isn’t as important, but in day to day life they like to look clean and presentable. Yautja apply oils to their locs to make them shine and keep the skin healthy at the roots. I like to think of their fashion as being similar to native African style clothing; perfectly suitable for the warm climates Yautja prefer.

5. Nudity is fine and accepted. They are comfortable with their bodies, not wanting to miss a chance to show off scars and the physique they’ve acquired through their hunting lifestyle. This goes for females feeding their pups. Popping a titty out to feed their child brings none of the bullshit that it does on Earth.

6. Money is present but not important with trade being the common currency. They can acquire large sums of money but they don’t see much use for it apart from it just being a relic of the past.

7. Yautja are basically giant therapsid cats. They purr and rub their foreheads together to show affection. Gently brushing mandibles along another’s signifies intimacy and affection. Licking and nibbling another’s neck also has the same implication.

8. When they’re mated, the equivalent of a boyfriend or girlfriend, they’re monogamous during that relationship. Sharing partners is vary rare among Yautja as they’re naturally territorial.

9. Homosexuality is accepted. It’s not unlikely to find males partnering up with one another on long hunts for companionship and to scratch that proverbial itch. This doesn’t mean that they’re all gay, but bisexuality is prevalent among the male sex. Trans Yautja exist but it’s pretty rare. When there is a trans Yautja, they’re accepted.

10. Yautja don’t have sheaths. It’s commonly liked that Yautja are seen to have them based off of that model for AVP that was never put in the movie. I think it’d be funny for them to call themselves the perfect being but nature didn’t bother to have them evolve with hidden genitalia. It’s just out there, like a human’s, though their penises have ridges and bumps to make sex pleasurable.

11. They can mimic the difficult sounds to speak English perfectly, though they do still have a deep voice. Their voices tend to be gravelly and rough when speaking in non-native tongues.

12. Yautja see humans are primitive but with a lot of potential. They dislike their dishonorable actions, but they do like to watch the progress. Having watched us go from mud huts to colonizing other planets has been a fun past time for them. Unlike a weird sentiment, I see them above killing machines and capable of complex thoughts and emotions, so they tend to have mixed opinions on humans but not outright hatred. Of course, there are those that hate humans, but they have their own individual reasons.

13. Interspecies relationships are in the minority but there is a curiosity among the Yautja of how it’s like to bed a human or other alien. Every species has its outliers. 😏

Art by me showing an example of Yautja fashion.

#yautjalover #yautja #predator #yautja headcanon #head canons #avp #alien #alien vs predator

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twst-hanaya · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Hogwarts Houses: Heartslabyul

This is Part 1 of a 7 part series.

Just thought it would be fun I think about which Hogwarts House would suit each boy the best, and explain why I chose the ones I did.

I wrote this while I was suffering through finals so please don't expect quality, it was escapist indulgence that lead me to write this post.

As always, this is just my personal opinion. Feel free to give your own!

Riddle Rosehearts

Ravenclaw

Because he's an absolute nerd. Not much else to say about this one honestly. Get that valedictorian seat you little red gremlin.

Ok but if I have to elaborate. Man is strong and all but has no rizz, so Gryffindor is out. Slytherin would be dishonorable for him because he is a goody two shoes, and would agree with the idea that the ends justify the means. Hufflepuff is all about hard work and all, but his work ethic is less about fairness and more about winning academically, against everyone. This is very Slytherin of him, but ultimately Ravenclaw is winning out on this one.

Trey Clover

Slytherin

Now hear me out on this - I know that he's like the Dad of the squad and all, but I don't think Hufflepuff suits him. Sure, he takes good care of his underclassmen and fellow dorm students as Vice Housewarden, and he makes snacks and feeds everyone, but this man is first and foremost about keeping the peace, and doesn't care about sentimentality. He's all about practicality.

It was a big part of the story that he didn't have the courage to face Riddle as his friend, and his actions in the midst of that conflict was to take the easy way out (emotionally and mentally), by soothing Riddle's temper as well as the dorm student's anger at the unfair treatment, rather then dealing with the heart of the matter.

In his Lab Coat personal story, we can see that he's actually got a fairly dry personality. Jade is surprised to hear that Trey doesn't mind giving up the strawberries he put effort into growing, thinking that he would want to put his heartfelt affection for Riddle into the tart he was making for him, but Trey explains that Riddle can't really tell the difference between high quality ingredients and good-enough, and ultimately it's about satisfying his demands. Him using the strawberries he was growing was just because he so happened to have them on hand, not because he was set on using them for Riddle.

I just think this practicality oriented mindset, with the goal of "peace", is very Slytherin like.

Cater Diamond

Hufflepuff

I considered this a lot, because I know there's supposed to be a bit of a depressive side to his character that he doesn't really show others, but ultimately I felt that it fit him the most.

Cater is an expert at reading the room and managing people's emotions and perceptions in a way that Trey simply can't mimic. He's great at networking and connecting to others, and is a great mood maker.

Gryffindor would have been too bold of a house for him, as he's not one to push his own feelings forward and is focused on keeping a fun energy which makes him more of a people-pleaser type than the charismatic types that are more common in Gryffindor.

Slytherin also doesn't really suit him because while he can be as sneaky as any other NRC student, he's not particularly ambitious. You could say he's manipulative, but it's more for the sake of keeping everything "happy" rather than for any practical benefit of his own.

Ace Trappola

Slytherin

He's just such a sly little bastard you know? Classic teen behavior and all that, but dude is literally just the kind of person you wanna - *wrings neck, with affection*.

I also considered Gryffindor, but I would say his snarky little asshole side is stronger. He'll (for the most part) take the easy way out of a situation rather than do something for the sake of his pride / competitiveness, although he's not immune to doing so. As I said: classic teenager. Ultimately, another one who cares more out but the ends than the means.

Deuce Spade

Gryffindor

He's so perfect for the home of lions, don't you think? And while he doesn't have rizz, he's very straightforward and honest about what he thinks. I considered Hufflepuff because of this, but I felt that he was more energetic and competitive, so Gryffindor it was. Also despite his supposed efforts to become a model student, he's not really trying that hard is he? lol. Studying is a bitch when you really don't know how to study.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #heartslabyul #hogwarts houses #my twst analysis

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hegrowth · 8 months

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characters that inspired / give kaey vibes

idk I just saw a couple people do moodboards like this recently and thought I'd make one too XD honestly I didn't really have any solid inspirations when I first made kaey, I kinda just riffed, and ever since then he's just been a mix of things I like and feel suit him with only a little outside influence... so these are just characters that have given me kaey vibes and may have supplied some minor inspiration !

carmen sandiego from netflix carmen sandiego

zer0 from borderlands

mizu from blue eye samurai

peter sutherland from the night agent

corvo attano from dishonored

wayne mccullough jr from wayne

yu ominae from netflix spriggan

jack from ghostrunner

kuroh yatogami from k / k project

I'm not going to lie, I'm honestly really proud of how much kaey has developed independently of influences from other content. I feel like he's his own thing and doesn't really mimic characters from content, at least not to my knowledge. but again, this just seemed a fun thing to do because I do associate some characters with kaey based on their vibes, I don't know what else to say.

#《 ° selkie.exe 》 oh im trash just not approved trash #° meta discussion !#basically what i failed at saying is kaey isnt based off these characters and he wasnt drawn off them either #theyre just a vibe and may have helped inspire something if only temporarily

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definitelynotalpharius · 1 year

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Sainted Apocalypse, Castigator-Class MBT

// Sainted Apocalypse, Castigator class main battle tank: online. //

// Crew status, optimal. //

// Crew class: Adepta Sororitas; Order: Argent Shroud. //

// Begin battle log. //

SA-TD: "She's online, sister Sigirid."

SA-TS: "Wonderful. You ought to have been an Enginseer."

SA-TD: "I'd sooner swear the oath of repentance than be amongst those heretics."

SA-TL: "Careful. The Cult Mechanicum was sanctioned by The God Emperor Himself, sister Angeline."

SA-TD: "Oh. Is that because our 'lovely' dominus gave you those augmetics, oh sister 'Manus'?"

SA-TL: "To liken me to one of His sons is not but a compliment, sister Angeline."

SA-TG: "Sisters, I believe we're on a schedule. Quit your bickering and allow the Superior to begin the briefing before we're all sworn to the repentia."

SA-TS: "Thank you, sister Dominica. Our target is this forested area south of Hab-836, Hive Secundus. Cannoness Apocrifa has gotten herself into a unfaivorable position against the xenos filth. Our infiltration point is here, we're ariving via LOD along with 3 squadrons of seraphim and several retributor squads..."

SA-TD: "We're dropping from low orbit?!"

SA-TS: "Objections have already been made to Palatine Silvia. Her response was... It bears no need of repetition."

SA-TL: "We'll be fine. Just strap yourself in, nice an tight."

SA-TS: "As I was saying: were to lead a relief force. Prepare for a rough battle, reports mention xenos-tech is relatively effective against conventional armor. Any questions? Good. Mout up!"

// DRIVER LINK: ESTABLISHED //

SA-TS: "Status!"

SA-TD: "Machine spirit under control. Sound!"

SA-TL: "Sound, Superior!"

SA-TG: "Sound, sister!"

SA-TS: "Sound! Driver, advance... Prepare for drop."

SA-TG: "What is our intel on the xenos, sister Sigrid?"

SA-TS: "They've a propensity for technology. Heavy use of abominable intelligence. They also use machines mimicing the Titanicus. Drop in 30!"

SA-TL: "Expected armor?"

SA-TS: "Lesser. Heavy void shielding."

SA-TL: "Ah. I triple sanctified our ammunition myself..."

SA-TG: "Then we're definitely doomed..."

SA-TL: "HOW D-"

// ORBITAL DROP INITIATED //

AS-C: "See, sisters?! Reinforcements!"

AS-CS: "CANNONESS, LOOK O-"

AS-C: "A glorious death in His name! We charge! Bring the filthy xenos to heel! Castigator Crew, close fire support!"

SA-TS: "Aye, Cannoness. The Sainted Apocalypse is at your service. Driver, advance 1200!"

SA-TG: "Contact - Xenos Tank - 335!"

SA-TS: "Gunner - Sanct - Tank!"

SA-TG: "IDENTIFY!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "FIRE!"

SA-TG: "HIT!"

SA-TS: "DRIVER - REVERSE - 400. Contact - h.. hounds?"

SA-TG: "Hounds?"

SA-TS: "By the Throne. They're actual hounds. 65"

SA-TG: "Should I fire?"

SA-TS: "Gunner - Pyre - Hold! I'll clear the horde with the HB."

SA-TG: "Standing by!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "THRONE PERSERVE US! THEY'RE CHARGING!"

SA-TD: "They cannot get through the armor..."

// Alarm: Hull Breach //

SA-TS: "Ram them back, I'm getting the SB. Dominica, man the HB!"

SA-TG: "Aye, Superior!"

// Alarm: Engine Damage //

SA-TD: "Su-Superior! The... The machine spirit, it's fighting back..."

SA-TS: "We're clear. Driver - Reverse - 1200. Gunner, man the MBC."

SA-TG: "Aye, Superior!"

AS-C: "Status, Apocalypse!"

SA-TS: "Sustainable damage, falling back to backline."

AS-C: "Negative. Priority target, 1500 meters south of my position. Take it out."

SA-TS: "*sigh* Gunner - Sanct -"

SA-TG: "IDENTIFY!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "FIRE!"

SA-TG: "HIT! Wait, was that all? Throne, it's reduced to mist."

AS-C: "Good shot, sisters! That was quicker than expected."

SA-TS: "We aim to serve."

AS-C: "And to kill, I see. Pull back for repairs, the cowards are withdrawing..."

SA-TS: "Compliance."

SA-TL: "Not our best work, I have to say..."

SA-TD: "Not our worst either. You've all your limbs, and Sigrid still has her good eye."

SA-TG: "Either way, that's at least two more notches."

SA-TS: "One. That last kill was... dishonorable. I'll not have it sully my Castigator."

// Battle log end. //

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammer 40000 #40k #imperium #wh 40k #40kart #adepta sororitas #argent shroud

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chocomd · 2 years

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for the fic writer ask game: 21, 32, 64, and 81!

Thanks for the ask, northern!

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

@itsmoonpeaches and I have talked about co-writing a fic about Zuko and Azula feeling obligated to care for Ozai when he gets sick in prison (this would be post-ATLA). The fic would explore the idea of toxic filial piety, which would be deeply ingrained into Zuko and Azula’s mindsets, as well as the mindsets of their relatives and the people around them. We haven’t gotten much beyond the ideas stage, but maybe one day we will make it a reality!

32. do characters influence your writing style?

Yes, and it’s usually when I write dialogue. I try to make the dialogue sound as close to the character’s voice as possible. I haven’t written Sokka’s or Toph’s POV, but I imagine I would write them very differently than I have so far, since they have such distinct voices. I think one fic where my writing voice was fairly different was in my Song-centric fic, To Owe an Ostrich Horse, which is written from Song’s POV.

64. what is your favorite title for a fic you’ve read?

I can’t say that I have a favorite title, but a memorable fic title that pops into mind is your Zuko and Aang AU fic, The Dishonored Blade. Whose blade was dishonored, and what did that person do to dishonor their blade? It’s a title that really grabs your interest, and the title is just as amazing as the fic!

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

My advice to a younger me would be: “Write in your own voice.” I’ve been writing some form of fiction since I was ten years old, and as much as I enjoy writing, I’ve struggled with writer’s block in my adult years. After doing a lot of reading about how to overcome writer’s block and become inspired to write again, I realized that my problem was that I was too self-conscious about my writing. I had forgotten how to write in my own voice - how to write in a way that sounds like me. There are many published authors and writers who I admire, and I found myself trying to mimic their styles to improve my writing (or so I thought). But doing this actually stunted my ability and inspiration to write, and I was blocked for years.

Interestingly, writing my first Kataang fanfic in 2021 (Midnight Meditations) helped me overcome my writing block. I was truly writing for the joy of the story and I had no one to impress, so I wrote the way that came most naturally to me. That’s how I rediscovered my writing voice (because I’m pretty sure I knew my voice when I was much younger), and since then, my writing has flowed and hasn’t stopped!

send me an ask from the ask game for fanfic writers!

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whatevermakesyoubreak · 4 months

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✨ LIRA VESUVIAN MOODBOARD #1

don’t mind me, just my OC from Disgrace x and x Dishonor, aka my present-day HXH fic available on AO3.

she’s an… interesting one. (she’s not a badass, she’s just an assassin to support her drug problem)

Fun facts!

- she’s a taurus

- she is an ENTP

- she also comes from an assassin family, though the vesuvian family is more akin to an organized crime family than the zoldycks.

- she’s a specialist! her nen ability allows her to negate or mimic any other technique (with ridiculous conditions)

- she trained her body to its physical peak since her abilities rely on the existence of another person

- she is an associate, lover, and companion of Illumi Zoldyck (they aren’t friends though, duh)

- she purposely does things to make people uncomfortable because she finds it funny.

- her aura is described as, “nauseating, creeping, and sickening,” by most.

- Kalluto is her favorite Zoldyck (ha ha Illumi)

- she has ASPD

- she admits her own emotions are shallow and fleeting

- due to her upbringing, she understands how to act in high society

- she uses drugs to curb her darker impulses as she is addicted to the synthetic chemical happiness they provide.

- she loves makeup, jewelry, designer brands and nice things. quite materialistic, actually.

- she was born and raised in meteor city

- she gets along well with Kikyo (surprisingly)

- she is the middle child. her older siblings are twins, and her younger siblings are… not twins.

- everyone in her family is a different type of nen user

- she was disowned as a teenager

- she had a platonic relationship with Chrollo as a teenager due to their similar abilities and interests.

- she does not get along with Hisoka as their personalities are too similar, though Illumi has described her as even more patient, ironically enough, she personally would describe herself as impulsive.

- she has identity issues and frequently puts on a performance of sorts regarding her emotions due to her true feelings being borderline nonexistent. she also tends to mirror others.

- she has a soft spot for children, believing they are innocents forced into a cruel world. this may be her only redeeming quality.

- she claims that she feels things while with Illumi that she otherwise does not. currently, their attraction is mainly based on fascination and lust.

#hxh oc #hxh fanfic #hxh #ao3 fanfic #illumi x oc #anime #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3feed #moodboard #original character #disgrace x dishonor #hunter x hunter #the birkin makes sense if u read my fic

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A long wait…

(patience)

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 5th chapter of the book of John:

When these events were completed, Jesus led His followers to Jerusalem where they would celebrate a Jewish feast together.

In Jerusalem they came upon a pool by the sheep gate surrounded by five covered porches. In Hebrew this place is called Bethesda.

Crowds of people lined the area, lying around the porches. All of these people were disabled in some way; some were blind, lame, paralyzed, or plagued by diseases[; and they were waiting for the waters to move. From time to time, a heavenly messenger would come to stir the water in the pool. Whoever reached the water first and got in after it was agitated would be healed of his or her disease]. In the crowd, Jesus noticed one particular man who had been living with his disability for 38 years. He knew this man had been waiting here a long time.

Jesus (to the disabled man): Are you here in this place hoping to be healed?

Disabled Man: Kind Sir, I wait, like all of these people, for the waters to stir; but I cannot walk. If I am to be healed in the waters, someone must carry me into the pool. Without a helping hand, someone else beats me to the water’s edge each time it is stirred.

Jesus: Stand up, carry your mat, and walk.

At the moment Jesus uttered these words, a healing energy coursed through the man and returned life to his limbs—he stood and walked for the first time in 38 years. But this was the Sabbath Day; and any work, including carrying a mat, was prohibited on this day.

Jewish Leaders (to the man who had been healed): Must you be reminded that it is the Sabbath? You are not allowed to carry your mat today!

Formerly Disabled Man: The man who healed me gave me specific instructions to carry my mat and go.

Jewish Leaders: Who is the man who gave you these instructions? How can we identify Him?

The man genuinely did not know who it was that healed him. In the midst of the crowd and the excitement of his renewed health, Jesus had slipped away. Some time later, Jesus found him in the temple and again spoke to him.

Jesus: Take a look at your body; it has been made whole and strong. So avoid a life of sin, or else a calamity greater than any disability may befall you.

The man went immediately to tell the Jewish leaders that Jesus was the mysterious healer. So they began pursuing and attacking Jesus because He performed these miracles on the Sabbath.

Jesus (to His attackers): My Father is at work. So I, too, am working.

He was justifying the importance of His work on the Sabbath, claiming God as His Father in ways that suggested He was equal to God. These pious religious leaders sought an opportunity to kill Jesus, and these words fueled their hatred.

Jesus: The truth is that the Son does nothing on His own; all these actions are led by the Father. The Son watches the Father closely and then mimics the work of the Father. The Father loves the Son, so He does not hide His actions. Instead, He shows Him everything, and the things not yet revealed by the Father will dumbfound you. The Father can give life to those who are dead; in the same way, the Son can give the gift of life to those He chooses.

The Father does not exert His power to judge anyone. Instead, He has given the authority as Judge to the Son. So all of creation will honor and worship the Son as they do the Father. If you do not honor the Son, then you dishonor the Father who sent Him.

I tell you the truth: eternal life belongs to those who hear My voice and believe in the One who sent Me. These people have no reason to fear judgment because they have already left death and entered life.

I tell you the truth: a new day is imminent—in fact, it has arrived—when the voice of the Son of God will penetrate death’s domain, and everyone who hears will live. You see, the Father radiates with life; and He also animates the Son of God with the same life-giving beauty and power to exercise judgment over all of creation. Indeed, the Son of God is also the Son of Man. If this sounds amazing to you, what is even more amazing is that when the time comes, those buried long ago will hear His voice through all the rocks, sod, and soil and step out of decay into resurrection. When this hour arrives, those who did good will be resurrected to life, and those who did evil will be resurrected to judgment.

I have not ever acted, and will not in the future act, on My own. I listen to the directions of the One who sent Me and act on these divine instructions. For this reason, My judgment is always fair and never self-serving. I’m committed to pursuing God’s agenda and not My own.

If I stand as the lone witness to My true identity, then I can be dismissed as a liar. But if you listen, you will hear another testify about Me, and I know what He says about Me is genuine and true. You sent messengers to John, and he told the truth to everyone who would listen. Still his message about Me originated in heaven, not in mortal man. I am telling you these things for one reason—so that you might be rescued. The voice of John the Baptist, the wandering prophet, is like a light in the darkness; and for a time, you took great joy and pleasure in the light he offered.

There’s another witness standing in My corner who is greater than John or any other man. The mission that brings Me here, and the things I am called to do, demonstrate the authenticity of My calling which comes directly from the Father. In the act of sending Me, the Father has endorsed Me. None of you really knows the Father. You have never heard His voice or seen His profile. His word does not abide in you because you do not believe in the One sent by the Father.

Here you are scouring through the Scriptures, hoping that you will find eternal life among a pile of scrolls. What you don’t seem to understand is that the Scriptures point to Me. Here I am with you, and still you reject the truth contained in the law and prophets by refusing to come to Me so that you can have life.

This kind of glory does not come from mortal men. And I see that you do not possess the love of God. I have pursued you, coming here in My Father’s name, and you have turned Me away. If someone else were to approach you with a different set of credentials, you would welcome him. That’s why it is hard to see how true faith is even possible for you: you are consumed by the approval of other men, longing to look good in their eyes; and yet you disregard the approval of the one true God. Don’t worry that I might bring you up on charges before My Father. Moses is your accuser even though you’ve put your hope in him because if you believed what Moses had to say, then you would believe in Me because he wrote about Me. But if you ignore Moses and the deeper meaning of his writings, then how will you ever believe what I have to say?

The Book of John, Chapter 5 (The Voice)

A set of notes from The Voice translation:

This issue keeps arising from the Jewish leaders. They do not appreciate the good things Jesus does on the Sabbath. Most Jews cower at the rebuke from these men, but Jesus does not. He is very clear about this. He cares for the poor, the sick, and the marginalized more than He cares for how some people may interpret and apply God’s law. It is easy to follow a set of rules; it is much harder to care for the things of the heart. He also makes it clear that those who follow His path are put on earth to serve. His followers’ service comes out of love for Him. All who follow Him are to love and to serve, especially on the Sabbath.

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Jesus is the source of life, the animating energy of creation that humanity desperately lacks.

Today’s paired reading from the First Testament is the 17th chapter of the book of Genesis:

When Abram was 99 years old, the Eternal One appeared to him again, assuring him of the promise of a child yet to come.

Eternal One: I am the God-All-Powerful. Walk before Me. Continue to trust and serve Me faithfully. Be blameless and true. If you are true and trust Me, then I will make certain the covenant with you that I promised. I will bless you with a throng of descendants.

Abram bowed low, his face and body flat on the ground.

Eternal One: Here is My covenant with you. I promise you will become the root of a huge family tree of multiple nations. To symbolize your foundational role in this covenant, I hereby change your name. You will no longer go by the name “Abram.” Your new name will be “Abraham,” which means “father of a great multitude of nations,” because that is exactly what I will make of you. Your descendants will be exceedingly fruitful. Nations and kings will descend from you. I hereby make this covenant—this sacred bond—between Me and you and all of your children and their children’s children throughout the coming generations. It will be an eternal covenant. I will be your God and the God to all who come after you! I will fulfill My promise to give you and your descendants the land of Canaan, where you now live as foreigners. I will place all of Canaan into your hands to be yours forever. I will be your God and their God forever.

(continuing to Abraham) As for your part in the agreement, you and your descendants must keep My covenant throughout the generations. The sign that you and your family keep My covenant is this: each male who lives among you shall be circumcised. The circumcised flesh of your foreskins constitutes a special “sign” of the covenant I made with you, a relationship bonded together by loyalty and love. From this point onward, throughout coming generations, each male child born to you should be circumcised when he is eight days old. You must circumcise all male members of your household, even the slaves born within your household or the servants purchased from foreigners who aren’t your flesh and blood; anyone and everyone within your household must carry this sign. This external mark on his body will be a sign of My everlasting covenant. Any male who is not separated from his foreskin will be cut off from his people and excluded from these covenant promises because he has broken My covenant.

(continuing to Abraham) As for Sarai, your wife, the covenant applies to her as well. No longer will she be known as Sarai; her new name will be Sarah. She will receive My special blessing, and she will conceive a son by you. With My blessing on her, she will become the founding princess of nations to come. Kings of many peoples will be counted among her children.

Then Abraham fell on his face and erupted into laughter in a moment of private absurdity, as he thought to himself, “Yeah, right! How can a centenarian father a child? Am I supposed to believe that Sarah, my 90-year-old wife, is going to have a baby?”

Abraham (to God): There’s Ishmael of course. May my son Ishmael be blessed and live a long life beneath Your watchful eye.

Eternal One: No, Abraham. I mean what I am telling you. Your wife Sarah will certainly become pregnant and bear a son. I want you to name him Isaac. I will continue to establish My covenant with him; through his line My covenant will last forever. As for Ishmael, I have heard your prayers for him! Look, he is your son too. I will bless him as well and make his lineage fruitful. His descendants will also be of a huge number. In fact, he will be the father of 12 princes. I will make sure that a great nation arises from his descendants as well. But My special covenant—this I will establish with Isaac. Sarah is going to give birth to him at this very time next year.

When God was finished talking with Abraham about all of this, He left and Abraham went home. Abraham immediately took his son Ishmael and all of the slaves born in his household or bought with his money—every single male within his household—and circumcised the flesh of their foreskins on that very day, just as God had told him to do. Abraham was already 99 years old when he was circumcised. His son Ishmael was 13 years old when he received the mark of the covenant. On the day Abraham and Ishmael were circumcised, all men of the household, no matter where they had come from, were circumcised along with them.

The Book of Genesis, Chapter 17 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

The Scriptures tell us that names matter. What we call people and places often describes and defines them in ways other kinds of words do not. People’s names may recall the circumstances of their birth or reflect their character or perhaps depict their destiny. God changes Abram’s name to Abraham to signify that he will become the founding father of many nations. The change in Sarah’s name is a bit more complicated because both “Sarai” and “Sarah” mean “princess.” Still the name “Sarah” becomes her covenant-name, the name by which generations know her. As the wife of Abraham’s youth and old age, Sarah is destined to become the founding princess of many nations, a royal mother to many kings.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Tuesday, march 19 of 2024 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about speaking in parables:

The following is related to the "parabolic" holiday of Purim...

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Yeshua often used various agricultural images in his parables. For example, he explained that people are known by the "fruits" of their lives (Matt. 7:16-20). He likened the spread of his message in terms of "sowing and reaping" (Matt. 13:3-23) and compared the Kingdom of Heaven to the secret working of a mustard seed (Matt. 13:31-32). Yeshua regarded the world as a "field" for planting with different "types of soil" (Matt. 13:38-43), and warned of the "great harvest" of souls at the end of the age (Luke 10:2; Matt. 13:30). He pointed to signs from a fig tree to indicate the nearness of the prophesied End of Days (Matt. 24:32-33). Yeshua also used the metaphor of a "vine and its branches" to explain how his followers are to be connected to Him (John 15:1-6).

Undoubtedly Yeshua taught in parables because they simultaneously conceal and reveal the truth. A parable obscures the truth to those who don't really want it; just as it reveals the truth to those who do (Luke 8:9-10; Psalm 72:8; Matt. 13:34-35). Since Yeshua's whole life was a parable of sorts - a “disguise” that led to the victory of our deliverance (Phil. 2:7) - it is not surprising that he regularly used "figures of speech" to provoke people to examine their own heart attitude and faith... In this connection note that Yeshua never explained the “mysteries of the kingdom of God” directly to the crowds, nor did He ever pander to the crowd’s clamor or interests. His message is always meant for the individual soul who was willing to follow Him -- to the one who had “ears to hear.”

Reading the parables can help us take inventory of our lives. For example, whenever we hear the famous “parable of the sower” (Matt. 13:3-23) we are reminded that God is like a farmer who sows seed upon the soil of human hearts (the quality of which may be hard, shallow, choked, or good). If we are honest with ourselves, we will see our own hardness, shallowness, and selfishness in contrast to the fruitfulness marked by the good soil, and this may prompt us to seek God for help. Only the new heart (lev chadash) created by the power of God’s Spirit can possibly yield the fruit of the Spirit. Yeshua therefore warns us: "Take care then how you hear, for to the one who has, more will be given, and from the one who has not, even what he thinks that he has will be taken away" (Luke 8:18).

With God all things are possible, and the life of God is a miracle that comes from God's own source of Life. It is the fruit of the Spirit, after all, and not the fruit of human effort or moral reformation... Amen and Chag Purim Sameach!

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Psalm 78:2 Hebrew reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm78-2-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page pdf:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm78-2-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel365:

Elie Wiesel, Nobel Laureate and Holocaust survivor, famously said: “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” This statement, born from the depths of human suffering and resilience, is a powerful testament to the importance of action, and the refusal to remain passive in the face of injustice. Wiesel, who dedicated his life to advocating for human rights and reminding the world of the horrors of the Holocaust, understood profoundly the consequences of indifference. His words remind us that inaction and apathy can lead to the perpetuation of suffering and the erosion of human dignity.

The relevance of Wiesel’s quote extends beyond the historical context of his own life to the broader narrative of support for the State of Israel. Today, the Jewish state often finds itself at the center of geopolitical tensions, facing challenges that range from security threats to the rise of antisemitism globally. In this environment, the indifference of the international community exacerbates these challenges, leaving Israel and its people in a precarious position.

Supporting Israel, in this context, is an expression of refusing to be indifferent. It means actively participating in the preservation of a nation’s right to exist in peace and security. It involves recognizing the historical and ongoing struggles of the Jewish people and understanding the importance of solidarity in the face of adversity. Yet, support for Israel is not a modern exigency alone; it is deeply rooted in the biblical narrative itself.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

March 19, 2024

Pray for the Lost

“But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.” (Revelation 21:8)

Intercessory prayer in church must not be for other believers only, but also for unbelievers. Many attendees mistakenly consider themselves true Christians, and others are merely curious. Both are doomed for a Christless and hopeless eternity. “And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27). There is still an opportunity to reach them, as the hymn “Brethren, We Have Met to Worship” reminds us.

Brethren, see poor sinners round you

Slumb’ring on the brink of woe;

Death is coming, hell is moving,

Can you bear to let them go?

See our fathers and our mothers

And our children sinking down;

Brethren, pray, and holy manna

Will be showered all around.

Our hearts should especially be broken for loved ones who face eternity without Christ as Savior. What can be done? Pray. God answers the prayer of His children. We are assured that “the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much” (James 5:16).

What would this serving of manna be worth to you to see a wayward family member or neighbor repent of their sin and come back to fellowship with God? To see your fractured church healed of the disunity caused by wolves disguised as sheep? Surely this manna would be sweet indeed. Surely it is worth an hour of intercessory prayer. JDM

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The Human Condition

A continuation of Cobalt.

In which a Typhon discovers that most of the little things that make a human feel human are actually pretty unpleasant and still doesn't get around to fixing the alarm clock.

Warning: There are so many spoilers here. So many.

Previous: https://mittensmcedgelord.tumblr.com/post/161677991220/cobalt

I never questioned who I was until someone told me who I wasn't.

I think I could have been Morgan. I think I could have worn his skin and used his voice and never realized I was doing either.

Now I doubt. Now I question. Am I him? Am I just a brainwashed Typhon? Maybe I’m something in between.

I'm hugging the broken alarm clock, knees to my chest and thoughts spilling out across the floor. Memories are laid out like tools. Though I don't know what I'm trying to fix. I don't notice Igwe. I don't know he's here until I hear Leitner and Talos one burns around me. I hold the clock tighter. He doesn’t say anything, just sits next to me. His thoughts are unraveling lines of sheet music, loneliness in A Minor. He misses her. He hates his hands, how clumsily they fumble at the Trois Gymnopedies when he thinks of her. He hates that pain makes him a worse musician instead of a better one. My mind fills the silence with broken piano notes and the broken sound of Mikhaila’s voice. I hear the plastic case of the clock fracture in my grip.

“You should talk to Katwe. It might help.” His hand rests on my shoulder in a gesture that’s supposed to be sympathetic. His fingers twitch. No one touches me. It’s an unspoken rule. Contamination. Typhon materials. I forget the official statement, but you don’t touch the test subjects without your suit providing a protective barrier. Most people just stick with don’t touch. His thoughts betray nothing, no reason why he’s ignoring the rules today. All I hear is music. “She’s a good doctor. I think Mr. Yu even gave her all of your files.” "My files.” I laugh. He doesn’t think it’s funny. “Which ‘my’, Dr. Igwe?”

“Which ones do you think?”

I groan. For a second, I wonder what he’d do if I let myself come apart and revert back to ‘Typhon’. The only problem there is that I know my room is bugged and I also don’t know what I am when I’m not Morgan. Phantom? Mimic? Something else? I’m ruling out phantom because despite the human shape, I don’t have the secondary consciousness or memory echoes I’d have as a phantom. Assuming I’m not Phantom Morgan. But that seems like the first thing they’d have tried, not the last. Sho called me ‘Mim’. Mimic Morgan. I’m halfway through my mental archive of Typhon mimetic abilities when I realize he’s waiting for a reply. I set the alarm clock down and pretend I’m not bothered by the fact that it’s in pieces.

“Morgan Yu’s.” He frowns and I amend my answer. “Or the files on Project Cobalt?”

You’d think the fact that Alex never actually told me about it would give me the basic idea that he didn’t want me to know. What was that line about being resistant to good advice? I think it applies to basic common sense too. I realize I made a mistake when Igwe gets two shades too pale.

“The simulation.” Lying comes too easily. Guess I’m getting used to being human after all. “There were emails on the terminals in the simulation. One of the ones that Morgan was sending around was about a human Typhon hybrid.”

“That is true.” He nods and offers me an awkward pat on the shoulder. I’m breathing again. My focus is back. I relax a little more and let the natural mimetics take over. I copy his posture. I feel my face take on his expression. The good doctor seems reassured. “That, however, is not something I would discuss with Dr. Adesina. Mr. Yu wants to see how she evaluates you as yourself, as Morgan.”

“Another test?”

“Concern. You appear to have the full range of human emotions, though without the years of experience understanding them.”

“It was different in the simulation.”

“Very. Your brother and I disagreed on that matter, actually. He thought a disaster was the best way to test your empathy. I thought a more normal day would be better, evaluate interpersonal interaction and response to confrontation.”

“How does interpersonal interaction work when you’re not a person?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t.” I want him to hear the way she called me ‘Doctor Yu’. I want him to see her eyes. My thoughts crash around me, loud as thunder, and he can’t hear them. “What do you do when you know someone used to be there, but they’re gone? Not physically, but some other way. Or you know that everyone else knows you aren’t who they think?”

He laughs. It doesn’t sound happy. Age tears his face down and builds it back up as something softer, all the edges worn down and smoothed away. He changes in front of my eyes with a rapidity that I’m a little envious of.

“That, Morgan, is not the result of not being a person. If anything it’s one of the most human things you can experience. Grief. Self-doubt. I’ve felt both very acutely.”

“I don’t think I like it.”

“Then you have come to heart of the ‘Human Condition’ a lot faster than we thought you would.”

“It was hard for me not to.” My voice cracks. It isn’t inhuman. It’s still mine. But it’s sharp. “You put me in a sim. You had me save people. You made me care about them, made me think I was Morgan, and you didn’t think maybe after you unplugged me it would all still be there?”

Silence. If he has an answer, he doesn’t share. I think I know, from a purely scientific perspective what the answer is. Fiction. Catharsis. The reason humans don’t think they’re the player in a video game. What did Alex say when I first woke up? He was standing there with the operators, evaluating what I’d done.

“It probably thinks it was dreaming,” I say. It’s Alex Yu’s voice that comes out of my mouth instead of Morgan’s. “That nothing mattered.”

Still nothing.

“Its life depends on it thinking like us. Ours too. It all comes down to the choices it made.”

“Morgan, please.” His expression is still sympathetic, but this time there’s something else. Something familiar. Fear. He looks around the room before his eyes settle on the alarm clock. “What happened to your clock?”

Change of subject. Something less personal. Something less likely to cause a volatile reaction. It’s standard practice in diffusing a situation. I pick up one of the broken pieces and turn it over a few times, catching my reflection in the display. It isn’t quite Morgan but it isn’t really anything else. I shut my eyes and squeeze the broken plastic, willing myself to register the change of pressure as pain. When it doesn’t work, I think about Mikhaila.

“I threw it. Psychically. I was mad about the date.”

“The date?”

“March 15th. 2032. It’s stuck.”

“I’m sure Mr. Yu can arrange for a new one. One that will tell the correct date and time.”

“Yeah.” My body’s solid again. Whatever was disintegrating at the core is back to normal, or at least functional. “You were one of the ones who made the final call. That scored my empathy quotient. Right?”

“I’m not sure what that has to do with your clock, but yes.”

“What tipped it in my favor?”

“The files you gave Officer Ilyushin. You did it without hesitation, even though you knew it would change the way she looked at you. The connectomes were another thing. The medicine. How you handled Volunteer 37 and spared Ingram. It was a long list. Even though you used Typhon neuromods somewhat indiscriminately, your actions overall pushed things heavily in your favor. Even the Typhon powers were used in a human way, to break telepathic control on crew members.” He clears his throat and stands up. He’s professional now. I wonder how many times he’s run through the list since the test ended. “In the end, I think it’s part of human nature to want to be a hero, no matter how great the risk. Destroying that reputation for the sake of truth is another matter entirely. It is something most humans are not willing to do.”

#prey #prey2017 #morgan yu #spoilers #all the spoilers #this is pretty much just all dialogue #i don't know what happened #dishonor on my cow #dishonor on my family #dishonor on my mimic #I'm still pretty sure this counts as an AU #why do i try to write tags at 1 am

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Arrow in the Bear (The Last Kingdom OC Fic)

A/N: Very self-conscious of this. After reading the books, I wrote this primarily for myself, so my writing style mimics Cornwell's slightly here. There is a reason for that story-wise. Obviously, though I have my own style and I am a fucking amateur lmao. I've already posted this once before and immediately deleted it because I was embarrassed, rewrote it like three times, and now I'm here. Read it if you will, or don't, I'm not paying you... : )

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Chapter One:

The air was cold and the thick liquid that coated my arm was beginning to dry. Day had easily slipped into night, and I was left alone to wander the open land of snow and ice. I had long since become numb to the pain, to the arrow firmly lodged in my right shoulder. I wasn't aware of how far I had walked, but my feet were aching and I felt my senses leaving me. There was light in the distance, though, promising fire and warmth, and someone to tear the arrow from me.

England was barren at this time of year. The people were holed up in their rustic homes, cattle driven inside, the roads unridden. The land was widely unknown to me, even during the summer months when everything was bright and clear. The land blanketed with white and the sky pitch dark, I bumbled through the expanse that could have very likely been my grave. A bear could’ve taken me and had a meal, though it would have been slight. Fever could’ve raked through me and killed me within a day. Even the faint light I was headed towards was dangerous, possibly home to angry Saxons eager to spill Dane-blood.

My head ached incredibly, maybe even more so than the rest of me. It had been hours without water, without food, and the blood that still leaked from the wound was not a good sign. I was about halfway to the light when I began to contemplate laying down and letting the Gods take me, but mother had told me that dying easily was dishonorable, so I kept walking. Foot after foot, I dragged myself to the hope of safety.

The camp was small, occupied by only two large tents and four horses that stood just outside the fire's light. I had to squint through blurred vision to make out the forms of two men crouched by the fire, shoveling food into their mouths. If I could have spoken, I would have, but my throat was too dry to let the words out. A man with dark hair noticed me first, his eyes widening before he called for the others.

“Lord!” He only had to call twice, his yell echoing through my head painfully. A man came from the tent, a coat of fur wrapped around his shoulders, and a sword held in his hand that glinted in the light. He held the blade up to me, and even through the haze of pain, I could see that it was well crafted and expensive. I had stumbled upon the camp of a wealthy man. Or a very, very, lucky one.

“A child, Lord?” A man whom I did not see said. This Lord took another step towards me, and I could see his eyes shift up and down, brows knitted together. It was a strange sight, no doubt.

He could have killed me and been over with it, and that would have been the easy option. For some reason, the man lowered his sword, the tip sinking into the snow. The rest of the men were silent as he assessed me, clearly unsure of what action to take next.

“What has happened?” He asked me, moving to touch the arrow, then he suddenly stopped the movement having thought better of it. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got lost once again—my head had become so dizzy that the ground seemed to teeter below me, then I was falling forward into that silent darkness.

I woke up sometime the next morning, the sun streaming in like gold through the cracks of the tent. It had been a dreamless sleep, and while I was sure it had been hours, it felt as if my body was no more rested than the previous night. My muscles, my bones were so heavy that I didn’t move for a while, simply trying to urge my body forward, even if just enough to sit up.

I had been wrapped in furs and the arrow was missing from my shoulder, but when I scanned the rest of the tent I found I was alone. It was a small tent. The camp wasn’t a permanent setup, to be used for a brief hunting trip. It was lucky that I had found them before the men had moved on to follow the ever-moving prey.

My boots were pulled from my feet, presumably still soaked from the snowy trek I had made. I waited for a moment to hear the sounds of the others in the camp, but when I was met with silence I shucked the furs from my still sore frame—forcing my body to move this any will and might I possessed— and pulled the soggy boots back on. My clothes were covered in blood, and my arm had been put into a sling. The coat was dry, albeit layered with grime, but it was well enough to keep me from the cold.

The camp was empty, as I suspected. The horses were gone, and the fire had died out, but I was grateful nonetheless. There wasn’t much I could do but wander, but at least I was no longer bleeding.

I reached for my hunting dagger which had been stabbed into the wood of the tent, at a bit higher than my eye level, when my wrist was harshly grabbed. I gasped and pulled back but the grip was tight, and when I twisted around I faced the Lord from the previous night. He wore the same expression as before, his pale eyes slit and cautious. It was the way a predator would have stared at an animal it was about to devour. I said nothing.

“Who are you?” He asked. I was pleased to hear that his accent was not Saxon. It served as some sort of consolation. Even if it had been Saxons who helped me, there was a deep-rooted fear of them in my gut, one that occasionally grew into resentment. There had been stories of their miserable ways uttered to me when I was still quite young, of their religion. I had never forgotten those stories, the ones my mother and siblings told me. At least with a Dane, there was a baseline familiarity, no malice between us based on our upbringing.

His grip loosened slightly on my bony wrist but he held me still as if he was expecting me to flee. I had no idea why he thought I would run after he had presumably saved my life, but in retrospect, it was probably the safest option for him. He had no idea who I was as much as I did not know him.

"My name is Yrsa," I said meekly before remembering to add: "Lord." I had never addressed anyone like that. Never needed to. He shook his head, clearly still perplexed by my appearance and the circumstance of our introduction.

"You’re a girl, then—I could hardly tell. Where do you come from?" He said. I saw no point in lying. If he wanted to kill me for it, he simply would. It didn't matter what the interim was.

"Dunholm," I said, and he raised a brow.

"Was it a Saxon that did this to you?"

"No, Lord."

"A Dane, then?"

"Yes, Lord." He paused for a moment and finally released me, taking the blade from the wood himself. It was the dagger my mother had given me when I was first learning to hunt. It was also the only weapon I had with me, and my only means of survival.

The Lord's lips pressed into a straight line as he balanced the blade between his gloved fingers.

"Am I to assume that the arrow was meant to kill you?" He said. That was given only a nod. He inhaled sharply. "What did you do?"

That I did not give an answer to. Whether it was from shame or fear I wasn't able to decipher myself. When I did not respond he tilted his head downward slightly, waiting for my answer.

"Have you killed someone?" He asked and I contemplated telling him that I wished that I had. Maybe a tale of defending myself, something to fabricate an image of honor where I truly had none. But I hadn't killed any villain, so I shook my head and he took that as a 'no'. He turned the blade over in his hand and offered the grip to me. I eagerly took it back and quickly noted just how much larger his hand was than mine. I believe he did as well because he sized me up once more and looked vexed.

"How old are you?"

"Eleven," I said. I was almost twelve. I was small for my age, but that had made me a natural at sneaking around and climbing, so I didn't mind my size.

I watched quietly as the man before me stared up at the pale morning sky and seemed outwardly peeved.

He was much taller than me but not as large as my father. His hair was blonde and tied back from his face. I couldn't tell clearly how old he was, but I assumed younger than my father but older than my eldest sibling. As in, much older than I was. The sword was now strapped to his back, the decoration in the pommel glinting in the light of the rising sun.

He said nothing more, instead nodding towards his horse that stood within the tree line. I did as he instructed because he was a Lord and I was nothing but an orphan destined to wander around the woods if I did not follow him. He saddled himself and then pulled me up to sit in front of him.

As an adult, I think of how dangerous it was to go with the Lord, not knowing him or his men. I was only a child though, and I was still desperate for the pain in my arm to go away, and the heartache that weighed heavy on my chest made me act naively. I reasoned with myself that if he had the intent to harm me he would have done so rather than taking the arrow from me. He would have struck me with that fine-looking sword, or let his men kill me, or worse. I had met many men in my life that would have done just that, so I placed my trust in him and hoped he was a good man.

"Where do you come from, Lord?" I asked after a while, and I could feel his chest shake with a laugh. My face heated slightly.

"I am Uhtred Ragnarsson, Yrsa," he said, and I hadn't recognized the name, "my home is Coccham. I will take you there and someone will fix your shoulder."

This sounded like a fine plan, so the rest of the trip was quiet. Maybe it was the pure exhaustion that still had hold of my body or the sheer desperation I was feeling, but I did not feel endangered with him. My whole life, dangerous men had lurked about, willing to lash out at me should I have annoyed them in any way. But this man—Uhtred—didn’t seem annoyed. A bit astonished, but not annoyed. I hadn’t known many men that would save the life of an unknown child, and then offer to bring that said secretive strange child to his home.

When we did finally arrive at Coccham, I peered around the wooden walls of the estate. It wasn't half the size of my Dunholm, nor did it seem particularly pagan. It was not Christian either, though, for there was no grand church in sight. I had never heard of Coccham but it seemed to be a strange anomaly where the religious strife of the land did not exist.

Uhtred's home was the largest in the town, far bigger than the one of my childhood. He aided me off the horse and led me inside the home which seemed more expansive from the inside. He called for his wife, who came from the upper floor, a curious look on her angular features.

"Who is this?" She asked Uhtred, her eyes glancing back and forth between the two of us.

"This is Yrsa," he said, "she was shot and is in need of healing. She is also eleven," he added the last part as if it was an explanation. The only reason he took me to his home. The woman, who he had called Gisela, seemed jarred for a moment before moving to set a kettle on the fire.

"Who shoots a girl?" She asked, seeking no answer, but merely speaking to herself. I wanted to tell her that I was almost a woman, but it seemed pointless when I considered everything. It would have still been wrong if I was twelve instead of eleven.

"A Dane, but that is all she had told me," Uhtred said, answering his wife's rhetorical question. Gisela set about gathering cloth and finally, she motioned me to sit at the long, dark wood table. I did so silently and focused my attention on the interior of the home. It was certainly the home of a Lord, with the occasional weapon hung on the wall, pelts from large animals strewn about. It even smelled different than where I had lived in Dunholm.

"Well, Yrsa," Gisela said after she had poured warm water into a bowl and set it in front of me, "we should certainly get this fixed."

I also took notice of how she motioned her husband away, and he obediently made himself scarce. That I had certainly never witnessed before.

She had to tear my dress more than it already was, and assessed my wound carefully. I couldn't see it, but the wound still ached and the dried blood was beginning to itch. She sighed and began to clean the blood from my shoulder. It hurt but it was bearable. She took her time meticulously cleaning the wound, and once she could see where the arrow had been lodged she got to work cleaning out the splinters. This hurt much worse and I dug my dull nails into the table, to which she muttered a soft apology.

Once she was done, she wrapped my shoulder with new cloth and returned it to the sling. It did feel better eventually, but the skin was still sensitive to the touch, and moving the shoulder even slightly sent pain ripping down my right half. Gisela shuffled around some more and eventually came back to wrap me in a linen blanket. I quietly thanked her, my voice hoarse, and secured the heavy blanket around myself.

She had left for a moment to pour the bloodied water out and I was left in silence. Left alone with the memories of my departure from my home, and the pain that had been inflicted. I tried to stop my mind from wandering back to my childhood, but I had a loose grip on my thoughts and soon was occupied with memories of my sisters. Even my most beloved was surely better off. She was favored by my father, and so, without me there needing to be defended, she could fully assume the role of his favorite. Though, even at my young age, my heart ached at the thought of never seeing her again.

There was, however, a part of me that was relieved to be free of my father. While I lacked the security of home behind strong walls guarded by Danes, the looming threat of beatings had been exterminated. The fear of being sent out on hunting trips he was hoping I didn't return from halted. Afraid that he would marry me off to some slug of a man who would undoubtedly treat me no better. I was not a stool for my father to step on any longer. For that at least I was grateful.

"You are crying," Gisela spoke from where she leaned against the doorway. I reached a hand up and found my cheek cool and wet from tears I hadn't realized were falling. Looking at my hand I found blood was layered on my face as well, crusted and an ugly dark brown.

"You were struck on the face, as well?" The Lady asked, moving forward so she could wipe my face. She reminded me of my mother. Both in appearance and attitude. The tears that blurred my vision were noticeable this time.

On many occasions, my father had struck me. On the cheek, the hand, the side of my skull. Becoming numb to that pain had been easy. It was the words he spoke that burned far worse than any smack. It was harder to ignore those. It was no surprise that he had struck me repeatedly on the day he had finally decided to kill me. He more than likely assumed I was dead, having succumbed to the arrow. It was better to have him think I was dead, for if he knew I survived, he would have sent men out to kill me for certain.

"And you do not want to speak of it?" She posed it like a statement, but I knew it was her way of asking. I shook my head because I did not want to recite everything that had happened the previous day. But I was also becoming increasingly aware that I knew very little of the people I was in the company of. I could tell by the look of Uhtred and Gisela that they were pagan, and that was better than if they were Christian, or at least I thought. They were rich, and if he was a Lord, he had political power, which made him dangerous. Those with power usually sought out ways to gain more, and in the case of Saxons, and those on Saxon land, that meant killing Danes.

Gisela hummed before getting a bowl and filling it with soup. She placed it in front of me.

"Eat and then go wash," her tone had firmed up again, "Lord Uhtred probably has more to speak of with you."

I knelt by the mostly frozen lake and brushed the blood from the furs of the oversized coat, the snow around me pink with blood. The cool water I had scrubbed my face and arms clean with seemed to work quite well in quelling the headache, but my stomach had begun to twist into knots as I thought of returning to town. Uhtred wanted to know more, and I wasn't keen on telling him, but he had treated me with sympathy and therefore I was indebted to him and Gisela. There were many ways to repay a debt, and none of them were aided by lies or dishonesty.

I ran my fingers through my blood-caked hair. It made me look like a boy, with my once long black hair now cropped to my ears. It had been the thing about myself that most resembled my mother, so I had always despised it being so short. I had also assumed that my resemblance to my father's wife is what made him hate me so vehemently. What made him demand that I bare no more likeness to her than I naturally had.

I returned to the home looking less like a skinned rat, and upon entrance, Gisela handed me a green dress. It was simple in design but warm enough for the winter.

Dresses were not my usual attire. Trousers were a part of my usual clothing, boots tied up to my shins. They were not expensive pieces, but they did allow me to move freely. Dresses were more confining, restrictive.

"It's from a neighbor girl," she said, "It is better than a blanket."

It certainly was, so I put the dress on without voicing any of my opinions.

I was once again presentable, the blood washed away, properly dressed, and I felt marginally better. The headache had subsided, and the Lady handed me a cup filled with herbs and reassured me that it would make my wound feel less horrible. I sat at the table again, sipping the warm drink slowly, and though it tasted bad, it served to soothe my throat which had gone raw with the cold.

Soon, though, Uhtred returned, my stomach immediately turning itself inside out. I wasn't afraid, so much as exhausted and nervous. He seemed kind enough when compared to other Danes. Most would have let me die rather than use their resources to bring me back to health. I wanted to trust him, but the part of me that spent days hunting vulnerable prey animals shied away by instinct.

The Lord sat across from me at the table and stared at me curiously. I could see that he had many questions, all of which I was sure I did not want to answer.

“Am I a slave?” The question was quick and meek. Uhtred let out a huff of a laugh. "Lord," I added hastily.

“Do you want to be?” There was a smirk on his lips.

I took pause at that. If I were a slave I would have a place to work and stay, and Coccham seemed well enough. Uhtred and Gisela did not seem cruel, so consequently I thought that being their slave would not be as terrible as being a slave anywhere else.

“As long as I live, I will do anything,” I said, trying to make myself sound as sure as possible.

Uhtred leaned back in his chair, the smile now gone. He studied me hard, his blue eyes searching my brown ones. I leaned back in my own chair.

“Your only intention is to survive, then?” He seemed confused by my declaration.

“Of course, Lord,” I said, “Dying dishonorably would not get me to Valhalla.”

“You want Valhalla, girl?”

“My mother is there,” I said honestly. I rarely spoke of my mother to others, but Uhtred seemed to be satisfied with that answer. He seemed to realize then that I was an orphan, and there was no one for me to go to. I was a child destined to wander about England if I was not a slave. It was certainly strange, someone wanting to be a slave, but I much preferred that over my other options.

Uhtred was silent as he contemplated this, his arms crossed over his chest. I said nothing more than what I already had.

“You are not a slave, I have no need for one,” Uhtred said, "And no slaves make their way to Valhalla."

I did not believe that because I had seen slaves be skilled warriors, and surely Odin would want them to fight for him. I did not say this to Uhtred, though, because I knew I was probably alone in my belief.

If he had no use for a slave that meant I would have to find a place to live and work while simultaneously avoiding my father. I could not return to the Danes, because if they knew who I was they would give me back to my father for the silver he would undoubtedly give them. Then he would kill me in a far worse way than he already attempted.

I would also make for a terrible Saxon. I would not attend church, and nor did I find it appealing to bow to the Lords of the lands on which my people were routinely slaughtered. Assimilating into their culture, at the time, to me, would have been a more dishonorable fate than getting killed.

Uhtred must have seen my deflated look, as he rolled his eyes slightly at me, then his eyes briefly cut over to Gisela, who had stood by listening to our conversation.

"My wife is in need of a lady's help, though," he said cooly, "she is alone often, and could use the extra set of hands. Once you can use both of yours again."

I liked Gisela, and the thought of being an attendant for her was by far the best option I had. Coccham was safe. I was not a slave. I nodded at the proposition.

"Good. You will still need a job—the tavern might need help."

"Yes, Lord," I said. It wouldn't be much pay, but it would add up over time, I could use anything I could get. Uhtred nodded and I could see him bite the inside of his cheek.

"And your father?" He asked stifly.

"No.” Was all I said. He seemed to understand that, so the conversation ended there with a stone-like expression on his features, and me sinking down further into my chair.

#the last kingdom #tlk #uhtred ragnarsson #gisela #*holds oc gently*#so uhh yrsa is my only care in the world right now #idk what else to tag #finan and sihtric in next part #i believe #if i remember how i split the pre written chaps up #hild as well

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(oold art drawn by me, an attempt to mimic the twst style, back when only the japanese version was out) [twst styled sprite of him soon to come]

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

School: Royal Sword Academy

[Reflecttrave] [the dorm was founded on the resourcefulness of Mulan]

Full Name: Fǔzhù lóng

Nicknames: FǔFǔ, Shortstack

Grade/Class: Year 2/Class (No.2-A)

Birthday: December 31st - winter solstice (Capricorn)

Age: 17 (in human years)

Height: 5’3

Race: (Chinese) Dragon Fae

Dominant Hand: left

Homeland: Blair valley

Club: Cooking (master chef)

Best Subjects: Conjuring

Worst Subject: Potionology

Hobbies: Watching musicals, cooking, camping

Pet Peeves: Being teased for/constantly reminded of his height

Fears: not being good enough, being replaced

Favorite Food(s): Gem Biscuits, Tofu, anything fish based

Least Favorite Food: anything spicy

Talent: Deception/social manipulation (some would say he has quite the silver tongue..)

Unique Magic: “Retribution Rumble” Incantation: “Dishonor on you!” [The user can control to a certain extent the shaking of the ground and destruction of buildings/non stable structures on that ground by dancing around. The power depends on the tempo and speed of their footsteps. which also factors in what kind of dance the user is doing. Perfect for demolition, intimidation and controlling the environment of the battlefield.]

Trivia: He has a lisp and hiss’s on his S’s, making people joke that he's more like a snake than a dragon. Especially since he's a wingless one. He's rather insecure about it, but won't ever admit that. He tries to act all high and mighty, only letting his guard down in private, as he doesn't want people to know how much of an emotional wreck he is, on top of his servant status and non-intimidating appearance. He's a hopeless romantic - no he didn’t borrow a romance 101 for dummies guide from the local library! He’s.. holding it, for a friend! Yes, that's it! his tail also can give away his true emotions- such as wagging when hes happy or drooping when hes sad or tried. he has no control over it

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Character Summary: “The Law of Win/Win says, ‘Let’s not do it your way or my way; let’s do it the best way’.”

He comes from a long line of/family of draconian servants who have served twst!mulan’s family for multiple generations, a reason of which has been lost to time but for what is known it was a positive union, originating from the blair valley but soon migrating to twst!mulans homeland, making the two families very close and trusting of each other. he’s long time childhood friends with twst!mulan - who’s a year older than him. He has no siblings, making him an only child. They are rather reserved and aren’t very.. emotionally or physically connected with each other, leading most young to be touch starved or emotionally distant to some capacity. Always putting on a fake smile and doing forced laughs - its what he had to do to survive in that competitive social climate. he became a master at forging his emotions, and his personality, in order to fit whatever situation he found himself in. to the point where he wasn’t sure how much of himself was.. Himself, and how much was just a bundle of masks to insure positive relations and not wrist slaps from dissatisfaction.

Fǔzhù was always bullied/picked on for his height, other draconians often mocked him saying that they didn’t consider him a real dragon due to how small he was, and how weak his magic was. Also due to the fact that his specific breed of dragon (in dragon form) didn’t have wings and couldn’t fly, making other dragons consider them as lesser then and just a drone breed for servitude. Ever since he was a child he was determined to prove that, despite his size, he was still a force to be reckoned with! twst!mulan often stood up for him, which worked most times - no one’s going to talk back against royalty.

but even then it didn’t stop the whispers that he could hear behind his back. It was around this time that he managed to convince twst!Mulan to teach him how to sword fight, sparring matches of which they have quite often - in secret though. As they know a servant learning such things would never be approved by anyone, only having a chance of being excused if he was twst!mulans personal bodyguard. Which is exactly what he chose to become. When twst! Mulan enrolled in RSA, he followed quickly behind the year after, determined to take his role as servant and guard seriously, despite how much he didn’t necessarily like it. He had always wished to be more than a servant, a 2nd rate, an afterthought..

But was that truly possible? He constantly ponders this. Getting lost in thought and staring off into nothingness, before being snapped back to reality by a roommate being stupid and needing help. But now he’s the vice dorm leader to twst!mulan (in the Mulan inspired dorm). Taking advantage of his position as vice as much as possible, but only to have fun - nothing devious happening here! He’s sort of like the ‘den father’ of the dorm, kinda like Jamil in that aspect. Though instead of wanting to take over the dorm and ‘get rid’ of the current dorm leader, he just wants to be respected and treated as an equal - not only by just twst!mulan, who is the only person he’s actually close with in any proper/personal capacity. With everyone else, he is strictly formal/business in presentation. His uniform is a little big on him, but.. He's sure he’ll grow into it soon enough, and be a tall buff dragon that won’t need help or be bullied ever again. Or at least he hopes so..

#Fǔzhù lóng #Fǔzhù #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #royal sword academy #rsa #twst #rsa oc #twst oc #oc

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the-worst-bracket · 1 year

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The Worst Round Two

The first round is over! Our first round losers have been released into the wild, where they will decimate the local songbird population!

New Bracket under the cut, all times are in CDT

Bracket A (5/3 - 5/10)

Mineta Minoru (My Hero Academia) vs Iago (Othello) 11:15 AM

Mimic (Dark Souls) vs Dan (Dan Vs) & Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) 11:30 AM

Jurgen Leitner (The Magnus Archives) vs Zeus (Greek Mythology) 11:45 AM

Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity) vs Alex Eggleston (Yiik) 12:00 PM

Jerry (Undertale) vs Old Man Who Snitched on Haru (A:TLA) 12:15 PM

Ashfur (Warrior Cats) vs Mr. Burns (The Simpsons) 12:30 PM

Octavian (Heroes of Olympus) vs Gendo Ikari (NGE) 12:45 PM

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater) 1:00 PM

Bracket B (5/3 - 5/10)

Jin Guangshan (The Untamed) vs Michael (Wii) 1:15 PM

Mitsuhiro Higa (Danganronpa) vs Creek (Trolls) 1:30 PM

Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs David (Animorphs) 1:45 PM

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) vs Cronus Ampora (Homestuck) 2:00 PM

Micheal Tritter (House MD) & The Director (Red v Blue) vs Lila Rossi (Miraculous Ladybug) 2:15 PM

Lord Henry Wotton (The Picture of Dorian Gray) vs Jodie Foster (Dungeons & Daddies) 2:30 PM

Bill Hawks (Professor Layton) vs Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!) 2:45 PM

The Dark Lord (Miitopia) vs Cybelle (Carole and Tuesday) 3:00 PM

Bracket C (5/4 -5/11)

Admiral Zhao (A:TLA) vs Rachel Berry (Glee) 11:15 AM

Darth Maul (Star Wars) vs Jessica (The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself) 11:30 AM

Pong Krell (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) vs Gamzee Makara (Homestuck) 11:45 AM

Dorodoron (Futari wa Precure Splash Star) vs Tate Langdon (American Horror Story) 12:00 PM

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs Spike (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) 12:15 PM

Orin Scrivello DDS (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Minecraft Skeleton (Minecraft) 12:30 PM

Major Frank Burns (M*A*S*H*) vs Carter Pewterschmidt (Family Guy) 12:45 PM

Borsolino (One Piece) vs Pennywise (IT) 1:00 PM

Bracket D (5/4 -5/11)

Pierce Hawthorne (Community) vs Whirlpool (Wings of Fire) 1:15 PM

Thaddeus Campbell (Dishonored) vs Takumi Ichinose (Nana) & Heimskr (Skyrim) 1:30 PM

Gale Weathers (Scream) vs Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) 1:45 PM

Director Ton (Aggretsuko) vs Odalia Blight (The Owl House) 2:00 PM

Kyubey (Madoka Magica) vs Dr. Gregory House (House MD) 2:15 PM

Rachel (Tower of God) vs Miki Kawai (A Silent Voice) 2:30 PM

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs Hippeux (Animal Crossing) 2:45 PM

Saint Charlos (One Piece) vs Dr. Janet Lubelle (WTNV) 3:00 PM

Bracket E (5/5 -5/12)

Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) vs Calico Jack (Our Flag Means Death) 11:15 AM

John Gaius (The Locked Tomb) vs Crawlings (The Mysterious Benedict Society) & Liza Lotts (Scott the Woz) 11:30 AM

Zolf J Kimblee (FMA) vs Nandor the Relentless (WWDITS) 11:45 AM

Logan Roy (Succession) vs Fermet (Baccano!) 12:00 PM

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) vs Jar Jar Binks (Star Wars) 12:15 PM

Stuart Little (Stuart Little) vs Bibble (Barbie: Fairytopia) 12:30 PM

Grima Wormtongue (Lord of the Rings) vs Balloon Boy (FNAF) 12:45 PM

Felix (Red v Blue) vs Bro Strider (Homestuck) 1:00 PM

Bracket F (5/5 - 5/12)

Count Olaf (ASOUI) vs Phillip Anderson (BBC Sherlock) 1:15 PM

Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu) vs Hiram Burrows (Dishonoured) 1:30 PM

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs Marty (Steven Universe) 1:45 PM

Norman Osborn (Marvel) vs Stregabor (The Witcher) 2:00 PM

Barney Stinson (HIMYM) vs Griffith (Berserk) 2:15 PM

Lionel Luthor (Smallville) vs Shadow Weaver (SPOP) 2:30 PM

Rand Ridley (Inside Job) vs Fire Lord Ozai (A:TLA) 2:45 PM

Joseph Sugarman (BoJack Horseman) vs Kylo Ren (Star Wars) 3:00 PM

Bracket G (5/6 - 5/13)

Ross Geller (Friends) vs Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa) 11:15 AM

Evil Do-er/Dark Blue (Animation vs Minecraft) vs Clint (Stardew Valley) 11:30 AM

Colin Robinson (WWDITS) vs Ghetsis (Pokemon) 11:45 AM

Billy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Servantis (Ben 10) 12:00 PM

Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives) vs Tingle (The Legend of Zelda) 12:15 PM

Trishna (Papa Louie) vs Unparalleled Innocence (Rain World) 12:30 PM

Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts) vs Suzy Johnson (Phineas and Ferb) 12:45 PM

Dr. Hotti (Ace Attorney) vs Sarah (Ed, Edd, and Eddy) 1:00 PM

Bracket H (5/6 - 5/13)

Barney the Dinosaur (Barney and Friends) vs Andy Bernard (The Office) 1:15 PM

Caillou (Caillou) vs Gideon Gleeful (Gravity Falls) 1:30 PM

Joshu Higashikata (JJBA) vs Touga Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena) 1:45 PM

Ambassador Udina (Mass Effect) vs Father (FMA) 2:00 PM

Akio Ohtori (Revolutionary Girl Utena) vs Kray Foresight (Promare) 2:15 PM

The Worst (Ben 10) vs Hisoka Morrow (Hunter x Hunter) 2:30 PM

Tony Stark (MCU) vs Clay Puppington (Moral Orel) 2:45 PM

Bling Bling Boy (Johnny Test) vs Enji Todoroki (My Hero Academia) 3:00 PM

#announcement

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