#fascinating creature of a character love them lots

[graveyard-galaxy]

No hate to Julia but people who like her only because "she is better than a psycho sister" gets to my nerves like I thought we already clear that Andrew and Ashley both have their influence on each other, both see each other as their own property. Plus do you saw how cute schoolgirl Ashley was? I would probably want to keep her forever too!

It is certainly a shame, because I do think I often see people either only liking Julia because she’s “safe” to like, as you say, or plainly refusing to believe that she could actually be someone not somehow secretly fucked up and evil. Both cases are quite saddening to me, because both are just people refusing to engage with the game and its writing.

Julia is absolutely an interesting character in her own right, especially when you begin analysing pretty much all of her phone calls (I think I have some tags lying around on this blog somewhere about how interesting her episode 1 phone call is knowing what we do about her character now) but she’s not a good character just because she’s the “non-incest option” or “not as rancid as Ashley”. If you truly see Ashley as purely a burden to Andrew, or think the game would be better without the incest, I don’t know what to tell you. Julia and Andrew’s relationship is interesting to me because it is also terrible, just in a very different way to Andrew and Ashley’s.

Julia’s final letter to Andrew in Shots and Such about having been afraid of him is absolutely fascinating, especially when paired with a lot of the flashbacks we get of her in the cliffhanger ending, because we see and hear about the kind of treatment which sort of seems so right on the surface, but we have the benefit of seeing Andrew’s actual thoughts and knowing just how shallow most of it is.

Andrew: “(That’s right, I love Julia. She’s nice and, uhh… kind.)”

Certainly the words of someone who knows and cares about who they’re talking about here………

But in all seriousness, thinking that Julia is just simply a better option than Ashley fundamentally misunderstands the Andrew and Ashley dynamic, as well as honestly demeaning Julia quite a bit? Surely it should be evident that if you (not you specifically, anon, just ‘you’ as in someone) supposedly like Julia for not being as bad as Ashley, then you either don’t respect, Ashley, Julia, or both.

It’s like you say, anon! Andrew and Ashley both need each other around, and see each other as property that they are owed, so of course they can never truly stay away for long. Andrew views Renee parentifying him to take care of Ashley as her having given him Ashley to keep, his nightmare to forever love and then hate and then love again, and Ashley very genuinely believing Andy’s forced promises to Leyley are binding because she very much needs them to be binding to validate herself. He’s owed Ashley because he views her as a creature given to him, and she’s owed Andrew because he’s the only one who fulfils her needs, so once he’s played the part of her Andy in the toy box, that’s how she expects him to stay.

We are shown very clearly that even whilst separated for Ashley in the year they were apart, even and whilst actively on dates with Julia, Andrew can only think of Ashley for a reason.

[spoopdeedoop]

getting bacckk into the swing of things hopefully. little cran animation test

[hana-bobo-finch]

i am one day late to my own character’s birthday but whatever better late than never. this image popped up in my head last night and I felt obligated to make it

for context Tornado is the name of the only social networking site on fincg island and C.C. is. very into the occult and would definitely think this is a halfway decent thing to do (it is not)

og

[knoepfl]

Perfectly Imperfect Love

Here we are again this time with our lovely Dottore! I noticed there seem to be a lot of people who like him (including myself) so this was a must! If you enjoy this and/or want to see other characters check out the Masterlist or/and write a comment or request for a character and I will be happy to do them!^^ Again the inspiration and the picture was from @devotion-disorder so check them out!!! Have fun^^

Masterlist

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The sterile walls of the lab seemed colder than usual. At first, Il Dottore—the infamous Harbinger—was amused. His sharp gaze scanned the room filled with photos plastered from wall to wall. Dozens of them. Every picture contained your smiling face, radiating warmth and joy.

It wasn’t unusual for Dottore to obsess over things that intrigued him—and you were one of them. But then his expression stiffened. You weren’t alone in these photos. Another figure stood beside you in each one, arms draped over your shoulder, fingers intertwined with yours. They smiled down at you like they owned you.

The corners of Dottore’s mouth twitched as irritation boiled beneath his skin.

How interesting… What kind of experiment is this?

5 Minutes in:

He stood there, silent, his gaze dragging across each photo in unnerving detail. At first, he tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his red, glinting eyes.

“Hm… Strange,” he muttered. “How perfectly inconvenient.”

Dottore chuckled, a sound both sharp and dangerous. “A foolish attempt to get under my skin, is that it? How quaint.” He tapped his gloved finger against his chin, observing the way your head leaned against the stranger’s shoulder in one image, your hand caught in theirs in another.

“Sloppy work… But I can’t deny, it’s convincing.” His voice dropped to a whisper, a smile still gracing his face. “I wonder if you’d let them touch you like this.”

The mask of indifference cracked for just a moment as something vile flickered in his gaze—something possessive.

1 Hour in:

He was still standing in the same spot, staring at the photos with an unsettling intensity. The small grin on his lips had twisted into a sneer.

“Did you think you could run from me?” His voice dripped with venom, though he directed it more toward the photos than you.

He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers impatiently against his bicep. “These are fake… They must be. You wouldn’t betray me. Not after everything.”

His heart pounded beneath the cold exterior, irritation morphing into something more dangerous—doubt. And he hated it.

Dottore pulled one of the photos off the wall, his hands tightening until the paper crumpled under his grasp. Why does it bother me? Why does this stranger in the photo seem more real with each passing second?

A low, bitter chuckle escaped him. “What a fascinating experiment,” he muttered to himself, though his eyes betrayed his growing frustration. “I wonder… how much longer until I break?”

3 Hours in:

Dottore’s breathing was uneven now, each exhale coming in short bursts.

The room seemed to shrink around him, the walls closing in as his mind spiraled. His hands tugged at the mask over his face, as if trying to stop the intrusive thoughts that gnawed at him. He muttered your name under his breath—again and again—like a mantra to keep himself sane.

“It isn’t real,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It can’t be. You would never leave me… You wouldn’t.”

He dragged his gloved hands down his face, nails biting into his skin through the material. His grin was wide, teeth bared like a wolf, but his eyes were wild—unfocused.

“And if it were real…” His voice dipped into a low, dangerous hum. “Then I’ll simply… correct it. Remove the imperfection. Yes… I could fix it.”

He laughed quietly, the sound brittle and laced with mania. He would find a way to erase whoever thought they could take you from him. He was the only one worthy of having you. Not them.

Never them.

6+ Hours in:

By now, the Dottore standing in that room was a different creature entirely.

He sat in the corner, legs sprawled out as he gazed at the photos on the walls, his mask lying discarded beside him. His grin stretched too wide, teeth gleaming beneath the dim light, and his red eyes shimmered with twisted delight.

“It’s not real…” he whispered, as if trying to convince himself. “Not real. Not real. Not real.”

But even if it was a lie, Dottore didn’t care anymore. His obsession had consumed him whole, leaving no room for rational thought. He pressed a hand to one of the photos, tracing your image with unsettling tenderness.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice soft but unwavering. “You are mine. You’ve always been mine.” His words felt like a promise—and a threat.

He sat still for a moment longer, before his smile widened. “Ah… but I suppose it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

He stood abruptly, brushing off his coat with a calmness that didn’t match the crazed look in his eyes. “We’ll have to fix this. You won’t need them when you have me.”

He tilted his head, as if imagining your face when you saw him next—saw the mess he would make to bring you back to his side. “I’ll erase this blemish… and you’ll love me. Like you always should have.”

The Aftermath:

When the door to the room finally creaked open, you barely had a second to react.

Dottore was on you instantly, his gloved hands grasping your arms with a firm but oddly gentle grip. His eyes shimmered with a mixture of glee and relief, the madness beneath them bubbling just below the surface.

“Ah, there you are,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “I knew you’d come back to me.” He pressed closer, ignoring the way your body stiffened under his touch.

Before you could say a word, his hands moved to cup your face, his smile a cruel mockery of affection. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Those photos… they don’t mean anything. They were a mistake—an… illusion.”

His laugh was soft, but it held an edge sharp enough to cut. “You won’t need anyone else. Not anymore.”

And in that moment, you realized just how deeply you had fallen into Dottore’s web.

There was no escape from him now—no way to free yourself from the twisted obsession that bound you to him. Because in his mind, you were his.

Forever.

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[screamofdespair]

Director 出﨑 統 Osamu Dezaki talks about Oniisama E... (2016)

Oniisama E... was the first project I worked on at Tezuka Productions. At that time, I had left my work at Tokyo Movie Shinsha and was focusing on OVA projects like B.B. and Sō Ryū Den. One day, a producer named Kuniharu Nagayama, with whom I had worked since my time at Mushi Production and who later joined Tezuka Productions, approached me with an offer. He said: "Why don't you direct it?" I replied, "I always wanted to work on Tezuka Osamu’s original works, but at Mushi Production, I was working on Ashita no Joe" Even after joining Tezuka Productions, they still wouldn’t let me handle Tezuka-sensei’s works. That dream was eventually fulfilled with Black Jack later.

Since I directed the second half of The Rose of Versailles, which is also a work by Ikeda-san, she apparently remembered me, and I imagine there was a conversation suggesting: 'If we’re going to adapt Oniisama E… into an anime, it should be done by that person."

I don’t usually read shoujo manga a lot. The only ones I’ve read are The Rose of Versailles and Aim for the Ace!, which I personally adapted into anime. I feel embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know anything about Oniisama E..., so I quickly read the original work. I found it very interesting. It’s a story full of selfish characters, and I really love that kind of thing.

Some may think this work differs from my past projects, but even with series like Ashita no Joe and Aim for the Ace!, which are often categorized as “sports dramas,” what I truly want to focus on isn’t the sports themselves but the human relationships and drama behind them. I’m someone who wants to portray drama, so I thought, “Oniisama E... is exactly the kind of drama I’m talking about!” (laughs).

“This is a world completely unknown to me. How fascinating!” I thought. As men, we don’t understand women, do we? There are times I find them amazing, and other times, scary. They are truly an unknown world. Throughout my life, I’ve had relationships with a few women, but that’s just a small part of the overall picture. In that sense, i just let my imagination run wild and thought, 'It would be amazing if such creatures existed!'. But as I read and tried to understand the original work, I also thought, They are just human beings like us.

Before starting the anime adaptation, I met with Ikeda-san to discuss about it. She didn’t provide any detailed requests or instructions regarding the creative direction, she simply said, 'I’ll leave it in your hands.' However, she made one exception: she specifically asked that Kaoru no Kimi, who dies in the original work ending, remain alive in the anime.

Ikeda-san's charm as a writer lies in how every character is desperately trying to live. Their actions make sense as you read, and you can empathize with them. They end up this way because they are trying their best. They end up this way because they’re hurt. They are people who, in regard to what they’ve done, somehow try to take personal responsibility, aren't they? In that sense, I really "understand" them.

The first character to catch my attention was Rei Asaka, or Saint-Juste. First, I just loved the name “Saint-Juste.” It left a strong impression on me because the name appeared in the The Rose of Versailles as the alias of an assassin. The powerful imagery of that story stayed with me. I thought, “This guy is really fascinating.” However, in the anime, we only managed to explore his character for one or two episodes. Because of that, I wanted to portray Saint-Juste in Oniisama E... as if she were someone transcending time and space. She’s such a poetic and deeply complex character, isn’t she? That's why I had her take pills from the very first episode.

Since it was broadcast on satellite TV, I was told we could push boundaries... This story focuses on adolescents peeking into the adult world, right? So, I figured that kind of portrayal was fitting. All the characters in the story bear emotional scars, don’t they? Whether it’s Saint-Juste or Kaoru no Kimi. Nanako was the only one who didn’t, which made her think, “I want scars too”. That’s essentially what the story is about, right?

Mariko Shinobu was also a fascinating character to depict. Her lipstick left a strong impression. When she made her vibrant entrance in the first episode, I remember thinking, “Ah, this series might really work.” Every project has a moment where a certain image feels like it's the “starting point,” and for Oniisama E, that was Mariko. Even in the original work, she’s very impactful. The way her wavering emotions as a young girl are portrayed is truly compelling.

For instance, the way her father’s story unfolds feels incredibly realistic. And the way she quickly bonds with Nanako, that kind of behavior feels uniquely feminine, doesn’t it? Between men it’s difficult to overcome emotional barriers, and relationships tend to be much more detached. But between women, they can form extraordinarily close bonds, which might later transform into hatred.

If the other person is just a little more attractive or possesses something you lack, you may initially admire them and try to discover what makes them so special. But the moment you realize that quality can never truly be yours, they become your enemy. On the surface, you might get along, but if something sets it off, everything falls apart. You don’t even want to see them or hear their voice. You might even go so far as to steal the guy they’re dating. It can escalate to that level.

Men, I think, suppress those raw emotional instincts to some degree. On the other hand, women live constantly in that kind of emotional tension... That must be exhausting. Well, this is just from my imagination, of course (laughs).

Kaoru no Kimi has a masculine purity, yet she is bound by the fate of being a woman. She is more manly than any man. In a story like this, which features only women, the contrast might raise the question: 'What should a man be like?'

I created a scene where Kaoru no Kimi and Saint-Juste end up in bed together, but this wasn’t about homosexuality or anything like that. It was a manifestation of tenderness between two souls, each burdened with their own profound wounds. It was meant to show that something like this could happen. I wanted to portray it beautifully. However, those who saw it may have interpreted it differently (laughs).

As I was working on it, I came to realize that the one carrying the deepest emotional scars was actually Fukiko. When I realized that, she started to resemble to Reika Ryuzaki, aka Madame Butterfly, from Aim for the Ace! I portrayed Madame Butterfly as a woman so exemplary, so beautiful, and so strong that it inevitably leads people to wonder if such perfection hides deep inner struggles. My basic premise is that "the more beautiful a person is, the heavier the burdens they must bear." "The more beautiful they are, the more they must suffer." Of course, it's not always like that in real life. So, I decided to portray Fukiko's past and inner thoughts, as if looking through a magnifying glass. I even started imagining things that weren’t in the original work. Especially in the latter half of the series. Fukiko was particularly well-developed.

In terms of expanding the original story, which only consisted of two volumes, into 39 episodes, the writers really worked hard. At that time, Masami Mori also wrote the script for the OVA Black Jack that I directed, she was around 20 years old. Tomoko Komparu was in her 30s, and Chifude Asakura was in her 40s, so we had three female scriptwriters from different generations, and they all worked really hard. I would often ask them things like, "Isn’t this really how women are?" or "You must be thinking this, right?" and try to get them to open up their true feelings. Even so, it was hard to get them to reveal their true feelings, but when women write, sometimes there would be lines that would make me think, "Huh?", "A man could never have written this." I’m not the kind of director who always follows the script to make the storyboard but i used those impactful lines as a starting point, and then I explored the characters complexities. It was a really interesting and stimulating process. Every time I met Ikeda-san, she would ask me, "How do you understand women so well, Dezaki-san?" I would reply, "Eh? I don’t understand them at all" (laughs). It’s all just from my imagination. I’m sure in reality it’s different, but that’s how I portrayed it.

I think Akio Sugino probably enjoyed drawing women like Fukiko. Her grace was something only he could depict. Without that grace, her strength wouldn’t have been conveyed. That sense of elegance in his artwork was something he must have been born with. Well, that’s how it is with all of his works, but that quality really contributed strongly to the drama.

For the cast, I had the late sound director Etsuji Yamada think through a lot of things. We had a truly luxurious cast. Among so many experienced professionals, I had Hiroko Kasahara play Nanako. After listening to her audition tape, I felt something from it. However, I believe it was one of her first lead roles in a series. For that, her character was a bit too heavy, don’t you think?. She struggled at first, but gradually, she got better. In a way, I think she probably synced well with the character of Nanako, who was gradually growing and developing. For the dubbing, the first episode had the colors already added to the animation, but after that, we mostly recorded with just the finished drawings. Of course, this wasn’t something to be praised, but for this particular work, I think it might have actually worked well. The idea was that, by not focusing on synchronizing the voice with the lip movements, the voice actors were able to pour more energy into their performances. There were a lot of heavy lines, after all. Recording authentic, raw dialogue and then matching the animation’s lip movements to it. I think this approach worked well for the piece in the end. There was one time when the animation’s mouth movements and the voice didn’t quite match. It was in episode 17, where Fukiko found the letter Nanako wrote to her older brother and scolded Nanako for it. I decided to darken the scene at that moment. The line "Now, rip it in front of me" was a very striking one, so I secretly thought it turned out to be a good effect.

Source: Oniisama E... Blu-Ray BOX SET Booklet.

Note : The translation might not be the most accurate word-for-word, but i did my best to make it coherent.

[tagedeszorns]

Games Workshop should stop bringing back Primarchs to 40k.

The pros of having a towering, impressive model on the table and the warm and fuzzy feeling that your boys have their daddy again are by far outweighed by the cons.

Firstly, of course, the obvious problem of injustice. A few of them are deader than the dodo and can't just be pulled out of a hat. (Except by Fabius, of course, but that would take a lot of arm-twisting for his character to get him to clone them all again)

Then there's the return of such mythical beings, who in the completely over-the-top religiosity of the 40k world had the status of archangels or suchlike aloof creatures, and whose nimbus is now completely disenchanted - because they're just standing over there picking their noses and being their bickering selves again. Uncool.

Quite a few of the older 40k novels (and the newer ones too - see the near-war over Heresy writings in Titanicus) would be absolutely devalued and their protagonists practically ridiculed. Take Ragnar, for example, who was banished for something Russ would laugh out loud and heartily at.

And then, of course, the great heroes of 40k would suddenly be demoted to middle management. See Calgar. Who got to make a nice appearance in Space Marines 2, but is only half the hero he was before Bob's return. All the Chapter Masters who have stood out for their deeds so far. The sacrifices made by men like Forgefather He'Stan - all just preparation for Daddy? (He'Stan is a bad example in some ways, but then take Tu'Shan and the rest of the understrength Salamanders fighting for survival)

Especially with the Chaos Legions, it shifts everything. Fulgrim's return to lead the Emperor's Children is as good as a foregone conclusion. Which means that Eidolon is now slipping into Kaesoron's 30k role: he's just there, but hardly anyone will notice him anymore. The struggle to find themselves, to practically grow up - that is taken away from the Emperor's Children. They become simple weapons in the hands of their father again. And they don't deserve that.

Or just imagine: Lorgar comes out of the Cathedral, muzzles Erebus and Kor Phaeron, and the whole fascinating political landscape the two of them have built up is swept away in one fell swoop.

At least there's a chance that Abaddon as the current Undivided-Champion will just bash cloned-daddy's head in. Again.

But first and foremost: The story of the Primarchs is told. They had their over 60 book arc of greatness and fall and I loved all of it. But it's over. They created the foundation of the world we know in 40k, but they should not be part of it. They are larger than life and that ship has sailed. 40k has a radically different aesthetics than 30k and bleeding one into the other is just tearing down a carefully built world.

It will happen, that's for sure. And maybe the great authors of Black Library will surprise me and everything will be peachy.

One can hope.

[obligateweirdo]

What’s Really Magic About Aziraphale

Aziraphale: terrible magician, cringey speaker of bad French, laughable dancer of antiquated steps. Even defenders of the angel say “What a dork!” and giggle over his clueless antics.

I don’t, and have never, seen them in that light, and I’d like to talk about why.

First off—maybe most importantly—I don’t laugh at good-hearted people who are dorks. I try to see their challenges and celebrate their achievements on their own merits. I strongly dislike people who cut others down because they don’t measure up to an arbitrary standard.

Angels, presumably, and demons as well, are functionaries. They sprang fully-formed into existence equipped to perform the duties that were required of them (this may or may not jibe with the GO universe, but it seems likely to). Both Crowley and Aziraphale challenge their boundaries, and both should be appreciated for doing so.

We forget the main characters in GO aren’t human, because the actors are humans cosplaying supernatural beings cosplaying humans. We see them as human in the show when they’re actually not physically embodied, and because all fictional beings are, at base, cosplaying humans by metaphorically representing our humanity.

But they’re not human, and I like it like that.

Aziraphale loves humans. His first great act of rebellion is to give away his flaming sword with the intent to protect them. We don’t know a lot about what his directives actually were, but in both books and show he’s protective of them. He loves cosplaying humans, with his portly, comfortable shape, his reading glasses, his love of creature comforts.

I think Aziraphale is fascinated by human cleverness, and wants to understand it.

Aziraphale can speak all languages, but chose to learn French “the hard way.” (In truth, this is very likely to explain why his French was “rusty” in the prison scene in S1, but it becomes an important plot point in itself.)

How does a being who was created to speak all languages learn a language “the hard way”? You can’t learn a language badly when you already instinctively speak it perfectly; can can only pretend to speak it poorly.

To actually undertake this feat, he would first have to forget the language—presumably with a self-applied miracle. This is an important point in itself because it suggests that the supernatural beings in GO can choose to forget at will. But specifically it means Aziraphale cared enough about something to go to extraordinary lengths to explore it.

Crowley is baffled by the angel’s linguistic struggle, as he fairly frequently is about Aziraphale’s special interests. As Crowley says, Aziraphale is unpredictable; and it’s one of the things Crowley adores about him, no matter how cringey or frustrating the demon finds it from time to time.

I expect if you intrinsically speak a language, it may be exceedingly difficult to relearn it. Adult humans may struggle to learn a new language, and we’ve needed to do so many times over the course of human existence. We’re born with the ability to learn languages, and learn new ones if necessary.

Aziraphale was made with the ability to speak all languages; he isn’t naturally equipped to learn them word by word as humans have to. It’s outside of his skill set. Of course he isn’t very good at it, but he had the persistence to make the attempt, and is justifiably proud of his progress, no matter how we feel about it. Aziraphale is the only angel (or demon) we know of to have taken this radical step.

It’s been pointed out that French is known as the language of love, and that it’s beyond relevant that Aziraphale learned it from a Monsieur Rossignol. We might say that metaphorically he’s the only angel who has forgotten what Heaven has taught him about love (if anything), and relearned it, haltingly, the way a human learns it—by heart, the hard way. I hope he speaks it fluently some day.

The Gavotte. Ok, it’s cute and funny that Aziraphale learned something as antiquated and obscure in modern times as this dance, and it’s so adorable to watch him enjoy his skill. But let’s take into consideration that, canonically, angels don’t dance. Like they really don’t dance, like, “it’s one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel” don’t dance. They don’t dance the same way orioles don’t tie their shoelaces, and even demons (presumably laxer about decorum in general) apparently aren’t very good at it.

This is something no other angel has ever done. He’s not a two-left-feet guy who has to work to get a mediocre skill, he is a pioneer of an art form that his species has never explored.

But Aziraphale, although he took to it like “a duck to merchant banking,” persisted, and (unlike French), he became “quite good at it.” If that’s not a triumph against your conditioning and your toxic heritage, I don’t know what is.

Then there’s magic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, usually he’s embarrassingly bad at it and it’s very funny at his expense. Why is he bad at it? Because, as Crowley points out as he tries to fathom what the hell is up with his angel, he can do real magic, and he’s good at that. That engineered Austenian ball was a tour-de-force of miraculous orchestration.

But he loves human magic—prestidigitation, sleight-of-hand. He was made with the talent for miracles; the skill for illusion he has had to fight for and to persist at.

I think about ancient cultures where the imitation was more valuable than the original—imitations of natural objects made of cloth or precious stones where the value is in the human ability to mimic, to fool the eye of the observer. I’m a sculptor in a small way, and I know a good statue of a cow will generally enthrall me more to look at than a living cow (no matter how fond of cows I may be), and in a different way.

NO HE ISN'T “GOOD” AT IT. Of course he isn’t. It’s actually against his nature, but he does it anyway. Why would an angel need an aptitude for stage magic? He doesn’t have the aptitude, but he persists.

And I know, I know: Crowley was so very gentle when he told Aziraphale—right after Aziraphale’s magic trick saved his demonic bacon—that he really is “terrible at magic.” I think it may actually be the worst thing Crowley does in the series. It always makes me cringe. He could just as well have said “retire the act until all the kinks are worked out” (which is also a fun double-entendre, of which they are fond), or something of that nature. Give the angel a break—it was his first time on a big stage, with a dangerous act that hadn’t been rehearsed, in the chaos of trying to perform with an unexpected miracle blocker in action—and they pulled it off. Aziraphale scarcely missed a beat.

Terrible at (stage) magic? Aziraphale is better at it than any other angel. That’s pretty impressive, really.

Angels are also presumably not engineered to lie, which is another form of human magic. We often see Aziraphale as a bad liar, but when the chips are down, he lies as well as any demon (or any human, more germanely).

In Conclusion

Aziraphale is not just funny and clumsy; he’s actually a trailblazer. We all know Crowley asks questions—but so does Aziraphale. The questions are just different ones. I think he loves how humans work and delights in experiments to celebrate them.

We see Aziraphale being brave a number of times—in the Final Fifteen, certainly, in the confrontation in the dressing room with FurFur, and—my favorite—when he goes balls-out (with apologies to Jane Austen) to defy the hectoring martinet of a quartermaster, to desert Heaven’s army and defect to earth despite being handicapped by the lack of a body, in search of someone to possess despite having no idea how any of that works. He figures he will just learn on the job, and he did.

But I think he deserves recognition for the bravery of doing so many things he isn’t good at, will likely never be good at, likely never can be good at. He delights in them for their own merit and doesn’t judge himself by others’ standards.

Maybe your own victories are worth celebrating, even if your best friend thinks you’re terrible at them.

[skycowboys]

Heya!! Just got to sift through the artbook as it arrived a few days ago and i am absolutely IN LOVE with the art, blown away by the concepts and character art– all of it is fantastic and delicious food for the noggin, esp as an artist myself, and a horse + wild west enjoyer. ^v^)o In essence: 10/10, yall outdid yourselves! 

I also had some questions, if it's okay, (no pressure or anything)– but I was interested in maybe making a character for the world (if we can do that sort of thing); and I am absolutely enraptured and fascinated by the concept of “Boltslayers”, and I love, love, love the Lightning fish. (Big monster/creature design enthusiast so i adore them snbgdhjndgh)

1: are there any kind of specific pegasi that Boltslayer pilots would use/ride for that sort of thing? Or is it up to the pilots discretion/preference? (i.e: if longwings would be preferred for speed and maneuverability for example!)

2: I'm also super curious if Boltslayers hunt Lightning fish to keep their populations in check, and/or if it's like an actual career (as actual big-game hunting), or if it's more or less a ‘’hobby’’ for some, as a way to get some extra coin or whathaveyou. 🤔

Anyway yeah that sums my thoughts up haha XD apologies for the yapping. Might check out the discord server at some point! Can't wait to devour more of your amazing art in the future. Best wishes!! ~ NEO 💜

Hello!

I'm so glad you received your book <3 And I'm so glad you like it! I put a lot of time into it and it's fun to see it resonate with people :)

Heck yeahhh! Boltslayers are fun! One of the characters in the upcoming comic is a boltslayer. Here's a sneak peek of her -

Yes! Broadwings, certainly. Within that class, there are a few breeds that do exceptionally well like firefoot and deepwood broadwings (Sniper above and Semrah below are both deepwood broadwings).

These broadwings have extreme tenacity and focus. Just as important is the bond between pilot and pegasus. Both have to 100000% trust each other with zero doubts because when you're hunting lightning fish, doubt means death. Any pegasus that has those qualities can be used in a hunt.

2. Boltslayers most often hunt lightning fish as a job. The payday for felling a LF can be massive and can be residual as long as the LF is being harvested. Boltslayers work with trusted merchants who manage the harvesting after the LF is down, and collect the boltslayer's cut of the materials sold over time. So boltslayers don't have to hunt very often.

There are some who hunt for sport, but the majority of boltslayers see the sport hunters as posers and will avoid them. To a *real* boltslayer, pitting yourself against a LF will result in a death: you or the LF. Risking your life for sport is seen as stupid and disrespectful to the LF, who will throw everything it has at you. Why waste a whole LF for your own glory? Even if the LF is harvested, a sport kill is seen as cheap and distasteful. If you're a sport hunter, good luck trying to find a team that'll hunt with you.

That said, all boltslayers are crazy daredevils in some respect. Hunting LF is incredibly dangerous and difficult. It takes a certain kind of person to master it. Boltslayers like to spend time at Fen's Ascension and practice their skills in "mock hunts", where you're really just playing chicken with young LF and don't actually engage in a hunt to kill. This can be done alone, where as real hunts are done in teams.

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I hope that answers your questions! We'll all be happy to see you in the Discord if you choose to join :)

~ Larn

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[yokumirumerafan]

You can make KNY characters with a platonic female reader, where the reader has very fluffy, curly, abundant, voluminous hair, and the hair is difficult to manage? has many curls.

🌸 Shinobu Kocho

At first, she’s intrigued. Then... fascinated. Then... obsessed.

“Your hair is like a wild garden of curls~ So soft too…”

She gently pokes through your curls like she’s studying a rare new species. Definitely wants to try making you fancy herbal shampoos and treatments. Might even braid a few sections and tuck a butterfly clip in.

“Hold still. I want to see if this butterfly can land on your hair and stay there. For science!”

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

Is 100% enchanted the moment he sees you.

“Your hair is FLAME-LIKE in its glory! SO BOLD! SO POWERFUL!”

He has no idea how curls work but keeps complimenting them like they’re an unstoppable force of nature. Tries to pet your head once and his hand just gets stuck.

“Ah! I see! Your curls have... TRAPPED ME! Well played, young one!”

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

...Stares. A lot. Quietly. Not in a weird way—he’s just fascinated.

One day, you catch him watching you while you’re detangling your hair and you’re like, “What??”

“...It’s big.”

That’s it. That’s the whole comment. But later he brings you hair ties without saying anything and awkwardly places them next to you like an offering.

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

He says things like:

“Damn, you lose a whole bush every time you brush it?” “Is this a bird’s nest? Do I need to go rescue eggs?”

But if anyone else makes fun of your hair? He’s ready to throw hands. Secretly watches you do your curly hair routine and mumbles,

“Tch. Takes that much work? That’s stupid. But like. Not you stupid. Just… ugh, whatever.”

Will fight your tangles for you and be mad about it.

🦋 Mitsuri Kanroji

SHE ADORES YOU. Like absolutely melts every time she sees you.

“You’re like a fluffy, sparkly little cotton candy angel!!”

She loves brushing your hair and always asks if she can style it. She wants to match hairstyles, even if her hair is totally different.

“Can I put little ribbons in your curls?? I PROMISE I’LL BE GENTLE!”

Will 100% take cute selfies with you and post “#CURLYBESTIECORE” if she had Instagram.

🐍 Obanai Iguro

At first, he acts indifferent.

“...Too much effort.”

But secretly? He’s amazed. Like “how-does-this-hair-even-stay-like-this” amazed. If Kaburamaru disappears, there’s a 50/50 chance he’s curled up in your hair.

One time you walked by and Obanai’s scarf fluttered off because he turned his head too fast watching your curls bounce in slow motion.

“...I wasn’t looking.”

💥 Zenitsu Agatsuma

Instantly worships your hair. Worships you.

“Your curls... they’re divine!! Like the clouds of heaven!! CAN I TOUCH THEM?? PLEASE???”

He starts crying when one of your curls bounces dramatically in the wind. He absolutely cannot handle the cuteness. Thinks you look like a princess. Has probably written poetry about your curls.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

Grabs a curl and yells,

“WHAT IS THIS WEAPON!?”

Immediately tries to hide in your hair. Thinks it's the most comfortable thing in the world. Tries to braid it terribly. Gets tangled in it mid-battle somehow. You find him napping in it like a little forest creature.

💖 Tanjiro Kamado

The sweetest cinnamon roll. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just smiles.

“Your hair looks like it takes a lot of care. I admire how much work you put into it.”

He’s so gentle when helping you comb through knots. Offers to carry your hair products for you on missions. Definitely asks Nezuko not to tug your curls even though she loves the springy bounce.

🐗Bonus: Nezuko Kamado

Thinks your hair is a playground. She loves tugging on your curls like springs and watching them bounce. You have to gently bat her little hands away while she giggles.

[charlottecutepie]

° ❀⋆. Picnic date (William Afton x fem!reader)

tags: outdoor sex, corruption kink, daddy kink, innocence kink, soft to rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, lots of pet names, creampie, riding, missionary

Ah, those beautiful and hot summer days. Mid July.

Nature alive and thriving. The warm sun enlivened the surroundings; the trees shimmered with emerald green leaves as delicate colourful flowers were scattered around, blooming under a clear azure sky. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers mixed with freshly mown grass. A quiet and windless day, you can only hear the unobtrusive but beautiful singing of birds nearby.

There were no people around because only you knew this secret place. You loved spending free time here, often reading your favourite book, relaxing in the shade of large trees.

As it is now, nothing has changed, except that you aren't alone now. You were lying on your stomach, on a blanket, as always reading your favourite book in the genre of old novels. William was next to you, holding a small diary for notes in his hands, carefully reading something in there, all concentrated. He was lying on his back, squinting against the rays of the bright sun. Today was a particularly hot day, so he ditched his usual vests and jackets, replacing them with a light linen shirt and knee-length bermuda shorts.

William looked up from his diary for a moment, glancing at you beside him. What an angelic and innocent little creature you are. Truly beautiful, like one of the blooming flowers. Gentle as one of the weightless white clouds in the blue sky. Innocent as a little fawn. Tender baby, pure and adorable, like a little bunny. Daydreaming little beauty, his beauty.

Your hair shimmers beautifully in the summer sun, William wants to stroke it, to run his long fingers through your strands. Your lips, as always so soft, just begging to be kissed, bitten, eaten. Your ethereal eyes, which follow the words in your book, shine with naive curiosity about the plot. Your cheeks, so adorable as they turn slightly pink every time you come to the part where the characters in the novel do something more than just kissing. Your fingers, so small compared to his long ones, turn the page of the book, William wants to bring them to his lips and kiss each one, whispering how charming you are.

His precious girl, dressed in a white dress that accentuates your figure, his heart stops. It perfectly fits every curve of your body, emphasizing your every movement and the beauty hidden inside you, like long-awaited flowers after winter. You're lying here in the warm rays of the sun, reading your novels and waving your legs, so adorable. Your dress is a real dream, short enough to give William a wonderful view of your body.

Blood rushes to his cock. Oh, how he wants to destroy your innocence. How he'd like to corrupt and ruin his precious girl right here, under the sun, on this blanket, where the sweet smell of flowers surrounds you both. All sorts of vicious thoughts roam in his head: kissing your delicate neck, running his fingers along your spine as they finally reach your core. He wants to defame your purity. That angelic voice of yours must break down in sobs and moans as you whimper "daddy" while he roughly fucks you. Those eyes must be filled with tears, those lips parted in moans, those hands around his neck when he pounds you. William's fingers are clutching the blanket, he's frowning. No, he shouldn't do that, just not right now.

"Want me to read it for you?" a cute offer comes from him. Smiling warmly at your nod, he began to read your novel aloud. His voice rich and seductive, like dark velvet, captivating you. He was reading about an intense encounter between two characters that made your heart beat faster; it took your breath away from the passion-filled words unfolding in front of your imagination. Lost in his fascinating narrative, you snuggled closer to William, seeking solace in this newfound sensation pulsing through your veins — an inexplicably sweet mixture of shyness and pleasure intertwined in your feelings for him.

Suddenly, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you took a juicy ripe strawberry from a bowl.

"Want some?" you playfully teasing him. William doesn't even have time to react as you shut his mouth with strawberry. You laugh softly, seeing how he enjoys the taste, and coquettishly run your finger over your lower lip, a wide smile on your face. Such innocent teasing that thrilled him more than anything else.

"Mmm. . ." He murmured, swallowing fruit down as you giggled. Your fingers lightly brushed against his lower lip to remove any trace of strawberry residue. "Thank you, darling."

Oh, so his girl wants to play.

"Someone wants to play, hm?" he cooed, moving closer to you. He carefully put one of the strawberries between your parted lips, looking at you hungrily. William couldn't help but feel an irresistible desire to touch your soft lips, completely covered with the sweet essence of strawberries. "Guess I'll take my revenge sweetly," he murmured before leaning forward and capturing you in a soft, gentle kiss. His tongue teased at your lips, begging for entry, and when you parted them slightly, he slipped his tongue inside tasting the sweetness of the strawberry. William groaned softly, savouring the taste. His hand gently caressed your cheek.

As the kiss stopped being innocent and William put your book aside, you leaned on top of him, devouring his lips in a passionate kiss now. William barely restrained himself from cumming in his pants. His precious girl is so hot, so daring, brave even, not afraid of daddy at all. His innocent girl just doesn't know what he's capable of.

"Oh, daddy. . ." you moan into his mouth, fuck, such an angelic voice you have, your lips slightly swollen from a hungry kiss you both shared. "oh, daddy, daddy, daddy. . ." you nuzzle into his neck, pressing your whole body against him. William's hands stroke your hair, then go down to your back, caressing tenderly. His hardness pressing against you, a pleasant friction that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You grind on his bulge slightly, craving more. William gently thrusts up into you, his clothed erection pressing in your panties, causing you both to moan softly.

"My sweet girl," he whispers. You move your hips back and forth on his bulge, your needy pussy rubbing against his cock through the thin fabric of your panties. His cock twitches in response. "So wet for me, princess, oh my god," he groans in your ear. "I need to be inside you, darling, need to fuck my precious girl, fill you up real good. Right here."

You shuddered at his words, nearly crying from how needy you are. "Yes, yes, please! fuck me, want to feel you, daddy. . ."

His hands immediately and impatiently undid the zipper of his shorts as he lowered them along with his underwear. His hard cock was already leaking with pre-cum, demanding to be inside you. You lifted yourself up slightly, your dress pulled up. William's fingers pulled your panties aside, exposing your wet and leaking entrance. He bit his lip, nearly till blood. Fucking fuck. He can't believe his eyes, his little and innocent angel is so. . . So lustful, depraved, sinful, just begging him to fuck her, to cum inside her and claim her.

"Daddy will fuck you so good, baby," he says, thrusting his cock into your tight pussy. Summoning all his strength, he refrained from cumming in the first seconds. God, your cunt feels like heaven, so tight and warm, just made for him, William moves his hips up and slips into you fully. "Oh fuck, angel, oh fuck! such a good girl for me." he whispers.

Unable to keep your balance as you feel dizzy from his cock, you lay down on him again, clutching the blanket under you with one hand and holding on to him with the other. He groans in pleasure as he lazily fucks into your wet cunt at a slow, but steady pace.

"Mmm," you purr, nuzzling his neck. "Love it when you fuck me like this, daddy, ohh. . ."

He ran a hand through your hair softly. "You're beautiful," he murmured back to you, gripping one of your ass cheeks through dress possessively. "I could spend all day like this."

You gasp loudly at his touch as you dig nails lightly into his skin in response, your cheeks burning, but not from heat of the hot summer. Your pussy tightening around his shaft, feeling how his tip rubs against that sensitive sweet spot deep inside you.

You cling to him tightly, your body trembles as pleasure overwhelms you. He slammed into you harder, your bodies moving in way that took your breath away. "Yes, daddy, yes!" you cried out. "Fuck me harder, please!"

William doesn't need to be told twice. He pulled out of you, staring down at your glistening pussy with lust-filled eyes. You spread your legs wider for him, wanting to feel his big cock filling you up again.

"Lay down." he rasped huskily. You obeyed immediately, changing pose, lying back on the soft blanket as he climbed between your legs once more. He positioned the swollen red tip of his dick on your clit, rubbing, teasing you mercilessly. You bucked beneath him, trying to get more friction, but he abruptly grabbed your wrists above your head, pinning them to the grass and not letting you move. "Patience, angel," he breathed harshly. "Daddy's going to ruin that angelic pussy now."

Finally, he slipped inside you slowly but firmly, stretching you wider as he filled your pussy. You gasped in pleasure, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, he entered deeper from that angle. He began to rut into you hard and fast, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slammed into you over and over again. You let out desperate moans, writhing beneath him as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Fuck, Daddy!" you cry out. "Im close!"

He gave a low growl in response, fucking you even rougher than before. Your pupils blown at his fast pace. Your head fell back on the blanket, your hair messy, eyes teary as you being fucked roughly but lovingly. Your pussy squeezed his cock, coating his base with your slick.

"Cum, angel, cum on your daddy's cock." he groaned, thrusting even deeper where it already hurt. Your pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name and he kisses you, roughly, biting your lips and nearly fucking your mouth with his tongue. God, you taste like strawberry, such a sweet, sugary girl. He's damn dizzy, his cock throbbing inside you as his balls slaps against your ass. "Fuck, fuck! Yes— Oh, fuck, yees, angel!" he moans loudly into your mouth, breathing heavily. You're close, so damn close to coming hard around his cock as you choke on your own moans and squirm under him.

"Daddy— Daddyyyy!" you felt a powerful orgasm building up inside you, your walls clenching down tightly on his cock as if trying to milk him dry. You screamed out in pleasure as it washed over you, your cunt spasming around him hard enough that he almost lost his footing. "Oh, oh! Noo, no, I'm sensitive, William!" he squeezed your wrists harder, leaving a red mark on your skin. Oh yeah. When you call him by his name, it means you're being serious, but he doesn't give a fuck. He knows his little angel can take another orgasm. Despite this, he kept pounding into you relentlessly as if trying to push even deeper inside, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"Take it, angel, fucking take it." you writhing beneath him, your sensitive pussy still spasming around his dick, tears in your eyes from overstimulation. "Again," William growls. "I want to feel you cum again." he slammed into you harder, faster; your body shivering. William let go of your wrists, instead his hand went to your neck and squeezed it. You immediately gasped, grabbing his hand, a little fear in your eyes brought him closer to the edge.

His grip tightened, making it harder for you to draw air. The lack of oxygen heightened your sensitivity, intensifying every thrust that he made into your wet pussy. It was almost too much to bear as his cock rubbed against your sensitive spot again and again. The squelching sounds your little cunt made had William completely lose his mind. His grip on your neck firm as you drooling over his hand, eyes rolling back from pleasure and lack of air.

"That's right, angel, let daddy fuck you stupid." you reply him with choked mewls and whines as your another orgasm grows nearer. He smirks, hand reach down to your clit as he rubs it with his calloused rough fingers, earning sobs from you.

Oh, his precious girl is so cock drunk, so dumb, drooling stupidly as your pussy being ruined. What a sight. William took a deep breath. You were completely at his mercy as he fucked you on the picnic blanked. He stared down at you, captivated by your angelic beauty. The way your breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples perky, fuck, even seen through the fabric of your innocent little dress.

His precious lovely girl. You lie under him and take his big cock, while beautiful flowers bloom and smell around you both, and sunlight falls on your pretty rear-stained face, illuminating the picture of sick yet lovely bliss on it. Everything around you is so alive and natural, tall trees, green meadow, blue sky. Your beautiful moans are mixed with the singing of birds, oh, his precious angel, cry as much as you can, William considers your moans a prayer. His prayer.

"You—… Fuck! Fuck!" his words are slurred as he fell into the abyss of lust and sin, fucking his innocent angel. Your pussy so warm, just too fucking good that he can't stop pounding you. His grip on your throat loosened and you finally inhaled a portion of air. "Oh, princess, gonna cum inside you, gonna fucking breed you."

At such a moment, you wanted warmth from him, despite how roughly and harshly he slammed into your pussy, you needed his hugs and kisses. So you wrapped your arms around William's neck, pulling him to you. He lay down on you with his whole body, continuing to thrust, he left a kiss on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet aroma of ripe strawberries next to you both.

"Ooh— Daddy, so good! Ugh, so good!" you melted under him like vanilla ice cream under the scorching sun. Another powerful orgasm snaps in your stomach. You screamed his name, clawing at the blanket beneath you as your cunt pulsated all over his shaft. William felt it too; your tight pussy milking his cock brought him close.

"Fuck, im cumming." he growled. His body tensed as he slammed into you one final time before releasing his warm seed deep inside your womb, filling you to the brim, coating your walls completely. William shudders against you as spurts of his cum shoots inside you, forcing soft sobs from you.

Sighing heavily, a soft smile appeared on his face, which he gives only to his angel, his precious girl. William pulls out slowly and you whimper at the loss of warmth and stretch as his cum starts leaking out of your little hole to the blanket.

"You did so well for me, darling," he leans down to your face, holding his weight on his hands now. "always such a good girl for me."

"Thank you, daddy." you look at him with innocent yet naive eyes, what nearly makes his already soften cock hard again. "can i have strawberry ice cream?"

William's eyes widen at your question. You've just been roughly fucked and choked and now you're asking for. . . some ice cream? William freezes for a second and then bursts into laughter.

"Oh, angel, of course, of course you can!" he chuckles softly, studying your face. Your fucked out expression, but cute smile. "I love you, princess." William leaves a kiss on your nose and embraces your body.

[mellohiizz]

UU Wato fascinates me, btw. His character is so interesting to me, I need to study her in a lab.

She's so logical and focused on her own safety at the first glance, and then there's moments where we see how much she seems to earn for connection, even if that threatens said safety.

For example, the way he interacts with Wemmbu. Wemmbu is the opposite of safety. He's impulsive, he's a fighter, danger basically follows him around. But Wato, despite that, still sticks around him when there's a chance. Even if he annoys Wato, even if Wemmbu puts Wato in a threatening situation and threatens Wato's safety, she still sticks around.

She tries to talk to him, to sort things out, even if Wemmbu doesn't listen to her. Like in the EXP civ, Wemmbu does nothing but put her in danger, and yet Wato still tries to talk to him. He stops Wemmbu from leaving, tries to get him to talk to him, and tries to let Wemmbu fix things between them.

Another thing that's interesting to me is his hesitation during the s1 final war. When everyone was leaving, Wato was the last one to leave. Because he hesitated. He knew following after Ken was a safe option. But he stopped and actually thought about it, clearly stressed over the choice. Because it was basically a choice between helping his friends, and staying safe. And in the end, he still follows Ken, because he feels safer around her.

Also, the moment after Dean dies and Parrot freezes up, in shock. Wato didn't know what's going on. She didn't know Dean, to her that was just a mafia member dying. But he saw Parrot freeze up, and realized Parrot was really distressed and struggling. And despite not understanding why, she still attempted to help. She gave him items, tried to make sure he was fine...

UU Wato is such a creature to me, I can't explain it. He fascinates me and I love him a lot.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

when Mrs. Leech meets Miss Raven . . . (Winning over a future mother-in-law mayhaps?/jk)

I talked about what Miss Raven and Georgina’s meeting would be like here ^^ They’re fascinated with each other, but in different ways. Miss Raven admires how ladylike Georgina is, while Georgina is amused by the idea of a land creature being enamored with the sea.

I don’t personally enjoy it when family members are just used as a means to further a ship… I feel it diminishes the family member’s character and reduces them to a narrative tool. For that reason, I wanted to give Miss Raven and Georgina a dynamic that doesn’t solely focus on the parent approving of my OC and/or pushing her to date/marry their son.

The characters are going to be staying in a hotel that looks over the sea. I imagine their rooms looking a lot like Ariel’s in Eric’s castle… Raven in a long pink nightdress bouncing on the fluffy bed ^^

Maybe Georgina checks up on her to make sure she’s feeling comfortable? After all, she’s the only lady of the group, maybe she would feel more comfortable with female company? And omg, imagine the late night girl talk and gossip with her 😭 Georgina sharing silly Tweel baby stories, how she met her husband, about her acquaintance that’s getting married… asking how Jade and Floyd are doing in school (academically, socially, etc.)

Raven trying her best to phrase her responses as politely as possible and avoid talking about all the Trouble those two get up to 💀 Sighing dreamily when Georgina talks about her love story with her husband and her acquaintance soon to be married. When was the last time Raven was able to have an honest talk about this kind of thing and feel safe while doing it? She trusts Georgina too easily, not realizing the Leech Mother is using this time to sus her out since Jade did indicate she’s the headmaster’s ward. How useful might it be to have this girl as a connection? Just what kind of a relationship does she have with the other students she came here with? Georgina is thinking strategically. She doesn’t have ill intent, she’s just masking her true motivations behind a motherly demeanor.

We haven’t really gotten to spend much time with Georgina thus far in the event outside of her dressing us up in the Shore’s Celebration outfits. Currently, we’re out exploring Ultramarine City. I wonder if we’ll have another opportunity to catch up with her in the last parts of the event (dropping on May 5th)…? 🤔 Maybe then I’d be inspired to write more of Miss Raven and Georgina’s interactions www

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi :) how are you? If you still write for creepypasta can I request a reader who is new to the mansion and how the characters of you're choosing try to bond with them?

Various crps x newcomer!reader

OOOUUUYGHHH anon I'm so sorry for taking so long to get to this 😭😭 this is like... an old ask

Characters: laughing jack, nina the killer, slenderman, jeff the killer

Notes: gn reader, you're a creepypasta, slender mansion au, you're new to this WOO, short post, written on mobile

CWs: canon typical violence and death

SLENDERMAN

He... doesn't actually do that much around the mansion. Of course he keeps everything in order and demands some level of control- house rules and stuff... and he doesn't really.. let you go out with him in the woods when it's feeding time for him...

The best way to bond with him is to ask questions. I like to think that he's a naturally curious creature- and even with so many people in the mansion... well, watching and interacting are two very different things! He already knows a lot about you thanks to his observations... but it's always nice to get a closer look... so much more interesting than breaking into someone's mind himself

If you ask nicely and it's a good day he'll let you accompany him in the woods for a walk- its... actually really peaceful out when someone's not getting murdered (or murdering)... flowers are nice.. and the animals are cool

NINA THE KILLER

Either stays in or goes out! Really you get to make the final call...but just know if you go out with her you're not coming back for a WHILE- and you're gonna need some time to recover

Lots of physical activity in the form of movement- she goes all around town... really fast... good luck keeping up with her. Loves yoinking stuff from shops (she WILL drop you if you steal from a small business though)-- clothing, snacks, things like that

But staying in? Want a low key and calm (well, as calm as you can get with her) night? She doesn't mind staying in her room with you listening to music! Let her paint your nails- or make stuff with her! I personally hc that she makes jewelry and accessories for herself-- you guys can match!!

JEFF THE KILLER

He doesn't like staying cooped up in the mansion for long. As soon as he can reasonably go out he's gonna bolt... he GUESSES you can tag along if you can keep up with him. His choice in fun ain't for the faint hearted or buzzkillers

That said... most of his activities USUALLY start out innocent enough- running about getting (stealing) stuff. A man's got cravings you know! Or just sneaking into places to check stuff out...

...though the moment conflict starts that usually when blood starts being shed. One of these days he's gonna get caught but for now you've just gotta book it with him back into the woods

LAUGHING JACK

He tends to go along with what everyone else is doing... not in a follower way, more like a "I'm nosy and wanna see what everyone else is up to kind of way" so of course he's going to bounce on the chance to hang out with you... just don't be toooooo boring!

He doesn't have many hobbies that he himself likes... sure he likes.. uhm.. well, clown things, but he's still got some of that caregiver funny man appeal to the people mentality- even if it's faint... he's changed a lot over the time he's been around..

Love the idea that he's fascinated with technology since he doesn't get much of a chance to interact with it in the modern day- show him some mobile game (bonus if it's two player) and he's going to be keeping you online for hours

...he might scratch up the screen though... claws and all...

[muletia]

Opie would probably love gardening, he would have his own greenhouse with tropical plants and even trees. I think he would grow lots of fruit and vegetables and then go to the farmers market and either sell or donate it to charity. He would have a wonderful gardening of different flowers. I also think he would like bees. (Also fuck wasps)

This ask is so old, oh my god, I’m sorry for replying only now, but I need soft Optimus, soft Optimus Prime save me.

YES, Optimus, Opie, Oppy Prime would absolutely love gardening. I think this hobby would naturally evolve from his fascination with Earth's flora and fauna — if he got a happy ending, that is, when he ended the war, gave up the title of Prime, and became your house husband. Maybe he’d start with the cacti you once gifted him since they’re the easiest plants to take care of with such a tight and chaotic schedule, and then naturally transition to more demanding plants once he has more time. He never asks for anything, but this time, he’ll ask you to get him different specimens and species — monsteras, peace lilies, dracaenas, aloe. His habsuite would turn into a palette of countless shades of green from the sheer number of plants he’s growing. He’d put an immense amount of effort into making sure his plants have the best possible conditions and would read a lot about their care, gradually realizing just how vast the topic of gardening is. The hobby would quickly pull him in, and before you know it, you’d have a vegetable garden, a small orchard, and tons of ornamental flowers. Idk, the fact that he’d grow edible plants despite having no benefit from them and would donate the harvest to volunteer work, charity it's just so in character, literally peak Optimus.

And beekeeper Optimus is my new favorite thing from now on. He’d take such good care of his bees and handle them so delicately, ughhh. And as much as I hate wasps, Opti wouldn’t have any beef with them. He’d treat them with the same level of respect as any other creature <3

[yan-lorkai]

I saw your open request and the fandoms you write for I was excited so can I please request.

Alucard from hellsing with a female undertaker I can totally see Alucard being in love with a shinigami .

I can imagine them meeting because the undertaker loves making bizarre dolls and because hellsing is in charge to get grid of creatures they discovered the undertaker.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, spoilers for Undertaker's character.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This got a little shorter than I'm used but I had fun imagining and writing nonetheless. Hopefully you like it too.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard sees you as a kindred spirit of some sort, both of you beings who transcend life and death. This obsession manifests in his extreme protectiveness; he often insists on accompanying you during your duties whenever he is free so he can watch you reap the souls, claiming it's out of curiosity, but you can sense the possessive undertones in his actions. Wether you mind or not, he doesn't care.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He gets jealous of the souls you collect, viewing them as distractions that take you away from him and he absolutelly despises the Shinigami organization because of all that bureaucry. This jealousy sometimes leads him to try and monopolize your time or even interfere with your duties, though he would never admit it outright. And when you defect from the Shinigami, he asks for his master permission to take you in.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though he is enamored by the idea of eternal companionship with you. He often speaks of the eternity you could share, exploring the depths of your powers and the world together, far from the mundane concerns of humans. His fascination with your abilities as a Grim Reaper leads to frequent, deep conversations about your experiences and he likes to crack a joke or two to make you laugh. He's genuinely curious about grim reapers so he may also ask a lot of questions and he doesn't mind if you have some questions about vampires. He go'll as far as to demonstrate to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You notice that while his view death as a natural part of the cycle, you sees it as something to be controlled and manipulated, as you like to craft your bizarre dolls with the dead's bodies. This difference in perspective leads to philosophical discussions and occasional clashes. He try to stop you, to stop you from progressing with your experiment as he wouldn't like to kill or harm you, nor imprison you.

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I know the fandom doesn’t care but if we don’t get a sequel for castlevania it will be two MENA characters introduce with poor development. It strange that it happen twice. Greta is Carthaginian most likely from North Africa and got screw over by the writers. Mizrak is Turkish where he was born remains a mystery . The part where question mark comes in he part of the Order of St. John which is a huge stretch with no explanation it frustrating. I just hate that we have potential to explore characters from different parts of the of the world and the writers has a quota.

I don't think the writers "have a quota" so much as are limited by having only 8 25min episodes per season? That they've reimagined Annette and Olrox as non-white characters and introduced Mizrak at all I think speaks to a conscious effort on the writers' part to tell a more diverse story.

I won't speak to the original series because those were different writers with their own set of problems but I think it's to be expected that we didn't get much of these characters' backgrounds outside of Annette yet—as we had her and Richter pretty firmly established as the central characters for this arc. I am hopeful in a potential season 3-4 we'll get to see more of Olrox, his late lover, and Mizrak's backgrounds, and that they'll play a more central role now that Richter and Annette's story "has been told" so to speak (obviously there's much more that could be done with them, but I think they've gotten the sort of closure that means the lens of the story can shift focus to the other characters a bit more)

I have a lot of questions too about where Mizrak really falls into things as a Turkish man who is so steadfastly Catholic as to be a member of the Order. I've seen it floated that he could have been a captured slave, but from what I've read, the Order didn't really let slaves serve as knights. But we also have the Corso to consider, which allowed plenty of people who weren't really ~qualified to fly the Order's flag in exchange for a fee, and the fact that the Order was basically a shadow of its former self at time of the french revolution, so.... Idk 🤷

But the topic of how 'old world vampirism' would have been perceived by indigenous mesoamericans is a fascinating one that is so ripe with potential to me. (In case you haven't noticed lol, I'm a lil bit obsessed about it 🫠) Like part of the reason Spanish conversion efforts were so 'effective' was that the concept of communion, of eating the flesh of Christ, happened to fit in quite nicely with the way the indigenous population already conceived of their relationship with their own gods. I feel like vampirism could have been received in a similar way.

I'm curious if they'll go the route of vampirism being an entirely new phenomenon, or if they'll explore Tlaxcalan folklore that involves vampire-like creatures (there's some argument to be had about whether or not Tlahuelpuchi were a post-colonial contact invention, but still)

I'm curious what kind of magic might exist in these indigenous communities, where shape-shifting and the like are so prevalent. I'm curious to know why Julia Belmont killed Olrox's lover, and what sort of circumstances led to that. (I remember in some promo interviews forever ago it was implied there was some cult stuff happening in the colonies which Julia got involved with??)

I'm also curious about why Olrox calls the shadow figure Old Man Coyote AND Mephistopheles 🤔🤔🤔

Assdfgl I accidently hit post instead of save draft so sorry if this cuts off abruptly/is disorganized but my point is I'd LOVE to see Olrox and Mizrak's pasts explored more and am crossing my fingers and toes for a renewal announcement soon 🙏🙏🙏