#i also don't know what to wear and have no fashion sense so rip me lmao

[dandp]

*googles what to do at a m&g when you're allergic to being genuine/sincere but afraid all your jokey ideas aren't funny and can't think of any fun poses to do and are also lowkey scared to plan anything in the first place because you fear anything you think of/plan will be done by someone else by the time your show comes around and repeating something someone else did would make you want to die*

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Touch Me

Repulsed by touch due to years of trauma, Astarion now wears gloves in his every day life. But once he starts to adventure with you, he slowly starts to rebuild his trust in others, when one night, he can't bare to not touch you any longer.

Pairings: Astarion x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, light discussion of trauma, swearing, fluff. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4.5k

Requested: yes

A/N: Okay so I got carried away with this one lol. Happy to be back writing some good ole BG3 smut teehee. Graphic made by me, I don't give permission for my work (graphic or writing) to be shared without my consent.

You hadn’t really noticed Astarion’s gloves before, for the first few days of adventuring. You figured that they were just for defense, to help keep his body safe in combat along the journey. You were also far too busy trying to figure out the whole tadpole-in-your-brain problem, along with the myriad of enemies seemingly popping out of nowhere, to be concerned with your camp companions’ fashion senses.

But one evening, when you were headed to the nearby creek to quickly wash yourself in a moment of calm, you stumbled upon a rock, covered in familiar looking clothing.

Astarion’s clothing.

His gloves laid on top of the bundle of clothes, the brown leather muted in the soft moonlight. You paused for a moment and turned to look out into the deep creek, and not even five feet away, Astarion stood.

You realized he was fully nude so you shrieked and turned around. “Sorry! I didn’t realize you were here!” You apologized profusely. You heard Astarion gasp behind you and the motion of water, feet padding over to the rock. Clothes started to shuffle and you heard Astarion murmur under his breath.

“…completely nude, as if my clothes on the rock weren’t a dead giveaway that I would be naked! Trying to bathe and have peace and quiet for one second this entire journey…”

“Look, I said I was sorry-” Without thinking you turned, but luckily Astarion was fully clothed, except for his gloves. He seemed more concerned with fixing his outfit than what you were saying, so you gently reached out to touch his wrist to get his attention. “I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t see anything, anyway-”

The second your fingers touched Astarion’s wrist, he shouted, ripping his arm back as if you had just shocked him.

“Don’t touch me!” He bellowed, his voice dark. It scared you for a moment and you stood absolutely still, silence hanging between you. Astarion didn’t even look at you, just down at his wrist, as if he had been burned.

“What…I’m sorry? Did something happen-”

“Just…don’t touch me,” His cool demeanor was back as he gracefully slid the gloves on, “Alright? Just…don’t.” He had finally looked up at you, his ruby eyes shimmering. His expression was unreadable, but you nodded slowly.

“Alright…I won’t.”

You stared at him for a bit longer, trying to understand what was going on in his head. Was it…fear? Rage? You weren’t quite sure…all you knew was that without meaning to, you had somehow crossed a boundary with Astarion, who was already like a vault.

Without another word, Astarion walked back to camp. You sighed heavily and eventually bathed, but the entire encounter was so odd that you didn’t quite know how to move forward with it.

The next morning, while the sun was still rising, Astarion found you by the campfire as you cooked your breakfast. Uncomfortably clearing his throat behind you, he seemed a bit sheepish. Wringing his wrists (clad in the gloves), he shifted the weight on his feet in his graceful, Astarion way.

“May I speak with you for a moment?” He asked. Nodding, you stood, wiping off your pants. Astarion stared at you for a minute, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. It was increasingly apparent that he didn’t know how to start the conversation, but you waited patiently, afraid you’d somehow set him off again.

“I…want to apologize for last night,” He eventually said, “The whole…situation…with my gloves, I mean. I…” He sighed, searching for words, “I have a hard time with touch. I have for a bit…because of my past with Cazador. When I woke up, thrown from that Nautiloid, I realized gloves made me feel better because I technically don’t have to touch someone when I…well, when I touch them. And since I was no longer under Cazador’s thumb, I snagged the first pair I could find off of…well…some poor dead body on the beach and it’s been better ever since.”

Taking in what he was saying, you nodded, staying quiet. “So…you wear gloves. Because you don’t like touch.”

“Quite frankly, I’m repulsed by touch,” He calmly replied, throwing a hand back, “200 years in a body that I had no control over will do that to you, I suppose.”

“Okay. That makes sense.” You said plainly, forking a piece of pork belly into your mouth.

Astarion tilted his head, confused. “It does?”

“Yes. I mean…I believe you, and everything.”

“You do.” He stated, but it sounded like more of a question, like he didn’t understand.

Shrugging, you nodded, “Cazador forced you to use your body against your will to do his tidings, and now that you have the ability to act for your own for the first time in a very long time, you realize that there are boundaries that make you feel more comfortable. It makes perfect sense.”

Astarion opened his mouth to say something, but immediately shut it. “Well…look at you. Knowing so much about me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” You smiled and pat his shoulder gently, “Thank you for sharing that with me. I understand…and will be aware of it.” You go to walk away, but turn and look at Astarion, “I know what you’ve been through was unbelievably awful, so you don’t have to…but if you ever feel the need to talk to someone about it, I’m here for you.”

Astarion stood, frozen. He nodded so small that if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it.

“Thank you.” He eventually said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes were locked on the ground. In a flash, he was striding towards his tent, his hands behind his back, as if the conversation never happened. Watching him walk to his tent, you shook his head.

You knew Astarion was full of secrets, but you weren’t quite sure how deep those secrets went.

The following weeks had tore through your body harder than any training you had been through. Every night when you went to bed, it seemed like a body part you didn’t even know you had was aching.

Currently, you were a little way away from camp, leaning against a tree, trying to get any semblance of reprieve that you could. Your eyes were closed, but you were nowhere near sleep, as the crickets chirped around you.

“Darling?” Astarion’s voice called out gently. You waved your hand in the air so he could track you down.

“Over here.” You mumbled, your arm feeling like it was 600 pounds. You brought it back down to your side and sighed heavily. Suddenly, you smelled chicken. Opening your eyes slowly, you saw a plate of food in front of you. You followed the arm holding the food and saw that Astarion had knelt beside you, presenting the food.

“Dinner,” He spoke plainly, “Gale just finished cooking. I thought you could use some help since your ass was devilishly kicked by those goblins earlier today, so I brought dinner to you while you were resting.” He smirked as you took the plate of food, barking out a laugh.

“Funny that you just had to bring up the fact that I didn’t perform my best today.” You started to slowly bring the food to your mouth, the taste melting on your tongue. You moaned softly in pleasure – he never shut up, but gods, Gale cooked a good meal.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t perform my best, either.” Astarion sat beside you now, his back resting against the large tree. He sighed as well, leaning his head back.

In the past few weeks, ever since the evening you had accidentally touched his wrist, you two had become closer. You were the only one to know his secret, a vulnerable piece of the Astarion puzzle. He trusted you to keep his secrets safe, and you did – like you had said, that’s what friends were for.

You ate in a comfortable silence as Astarion stared up at the moon, his face gleaming in the soft glow. Though you two were friends, he was undeniably handsome – you found yourself looking at him longer than necessary, butterflies popping up in your stomach when he would come into your tent to just converse, or when he was next to you in battle. You didn’t know when it started to change, but slowly, your feelings had deepened, which scared the shit out of you. Even now, with no words exchanged, your head felt light as he sat beside you, his familiar scent comforting you.

“Beautiful moon out tonight.” Astarion commented softly. You murmured in agreement, placing the plate and fork next to you now that you were done eating.

“Were you able to hunt tonight?” You asked Astarion.

He chuckled, “Always looking out for me,” He spoke gently. He then turned to look at you, his face soft, “Yes. I did…earlier. Thank you for your concern.”

You laughed softly and shrugged, even though it took all of your effort. You closed your eyes again, “You know me. I need to make sure everyone eats, even if your version of eating is slurping up some boar blood somewhere-”

Suddenly, your hand felt like it was enveloped, and chilled to the bone. Your eyes sprung open and you looked down. Astarion was holding your hand in your lap.

Without his glove.

Your mouth parted in surprise as you looked at him in shock. “Astarion-”

“I know.” He interrupted, smiling proudly.

“You’re…holding my hand.”

“I know.”

“Without your glove!”

“I know.”

You smiled back at him. Both of you sat there in silence, smiling at each other like two goons. You didn’t know what to say, so you started to stutter.

“But…how? When? You’re…feeling-”

“Not with everyone,” He said, “But with you…it’s different. I went to bed last night, thinking about how I wanted to…feel you. Touch you. Really feel you…hold your hand. With mine. Skin on skin,” Suddenly, he turned sheepish and looked down, “I hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind?!” You sat on your heels, gripping his hand tighter, “Of course I don’t! I’m…excited for you! Proud of you! Hells, I-”

Suddenly, Astarion’s lips were on yours. Cold, but gentle – he pressed lightly and pulled away almost as fast. As he pulled away, he looked at you, his eyes uncertain.

“I hope…you didn’t mind that, either.”

A deep blush grew on your cheeks as you smiled and shook your head, “Definitely didn’t mind that.” Your voice was low, quiet. You knew this moment, though on the outside seemed so insignificant, was a monumental moment for Astarion.

He smirked and nodded, “Good. Because when I was thinking about how I wanted to hold your hand, I was also thinking about how I wanted to kiss you, as well.”

You leaned into him and kissed him, pressing your lips on his a little firmer than last time. Smiling, you pulled away slightly, “I like when you think like that.”

Astarion chuckled, his bare hand moving up the sleeve of your blouse, “Good to know. I’ll have to keep that mind next time I start thinking.”

The Shadowlands had boasted not only the worst atmosphere you had ever experienced, but also the worst sounds to ever grace your ears. It seemed like every time you heard a bird squawk, or a bush rustle, you jumped 10 feet in the air. You were thankful that you had Astarion by your side at night, otherwise, you weren’t completely sure if you’d get any rest at all.

Your nights with Astarion could only be described as wholesome, for the most part. Though his gloves were now off in the presence of your tent – his comfortability of touching you without them pretty much 100% - he still couldn’t get past his history when it came to sex. The moaning in each other’s mouths as your tongues danced with each other only amplified how desperate you were for each other, but every time, it wasn’t right. And that was okay.

But gods, did you yearn for him in every way.

Astarion was currently holding you, as you read on your side. You could tell he was sneaking peeks at your book because every so often, there was a “humph” or gasp coming from his lips softly. And when you tried to turn the page too fast, Astarion would gently touch the corner of the book, preventing you from moving to the next page.

“I can let you borrow the book when I’m finished, you know.” You said, giggling in his arms. He smirked and kissed your neck, his breath hot in your ear.

“But isn’t this much more fun, darling?”

You dog-eared the page and put the book down, turning in Astarion’s arms so you were facing him. You gently placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. Every time you touched him with skin-on-skin contact, you made sure he was comfortable. Astarion smiled and nodded, placing a peck on your forehead. Slowly, he kissed down your temple, to your cheek, and to your jawline. You sighed heavily, your arms wrapping around his neck. He hummed as he kissed along your jaw.

"Astarion..." You breathed. Your hands found their way into his hair, and when you started running your fingers through it, he moaned slightly.

Suddenly, gently, Astarion's cold hand had found it's way in between your legs, tentatively pressing against your clit through your underwear. You gasped at the sudden sensation, pulling back. Looking at him confused, he blushed slightly.

"I need you," He murmured quietly, brushing a lock of your hair back, "I need to feel you. All of you. I want to take you...desperately."

You smiled and slowly rolled your hips forward, towards his fingers. The pressure made you moan, and you tried your hardest to not roll your eyes back.

"Are you sure?"

Astarion nodded. His hand quickly pulled back and found it's way by his side, "But...I may...um..." His gaze followed where his gloves lay on the table near your bed. You followed his eyes, and looked at the gloves. You smiled and kissed him.

"Put them on."

"Are you sure? It's just that...well, I don't need them to touch you anymore, obviously, but when I think about making love, it can get overwhelming-"

"Astarion," You cut him off gently, staring into his eyes, "If you need to wear your gloves to feel comfortable making love to me, then you can wear 30,000 pairs at the same time. As long as you feel comfortable doing it," You kissed him quickly, "And can still take off my pants."

Astarion laughed and reached behind you, slipping the gloves on. His bashful look gave way to a smile, his eyes darkening in a way that you hadn't seen before. He enveloped you in a kiss, grabbing hold of your body around your waist.

"I am going to fuck you until you see stars." He grumbled, pressing his erection into you. Capturing your lips in a rough kiss, you moaned into it, the sudden portrayal of Astarion’s arousal sending heat to your belly. He gently guided you on your back as he straddled you, never breaking the kiss. Finally he leaned back, staring into your eyes.

He was truly a captivating sight - his fair, taught body seemed to glow in the light of your oil lamp. His eyes - usually a bright ruby - were now almost so dark they were onyx. He smiled at you, causing you to turn bashful under his gaze. You felt his hands make quick work of your pants, pushing them down to your ankles. You aided him by kicking them off your feet, your heart racing.

Was this finally happening - were you finally going to make love with Astarion? Your head swam as his gloved hands glided down your sides, taking in every inch of you. He shook his head, still smiling.

“You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” He whispered, his eyes inching towards your (now soaking) center. Gracefully, he slid down the bed, not breaking eye contact with you. Achingly slow, he spread your legs. Settling on his belly, his head dipped to your core, his nose so close it tickled the hair that encased it.

“Astarion…” You murmured, your hand resting on his head. You watched him lick his lips before he lightly pressed his tongue to your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your whole body. You physically felt like your senses were on overdrive - every muscle was tightened, anxiously awaiting his touch.

“You can’t rush perfection, darling,” He purred, one of his fingers finding their way to your clit. He gently rubbed the finger over your bulge, teasing you, the leather of the gloves an icy contrast to your growing heat. “I’m going to savor this moment. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

He was staring at you; a moment suspended in time. The only sound in the tent was your whimpers, trying to muffle it so the others didn’t hear you. Astarion’s signature smirk never left his mouth - he was the notorious tease, so why would he be any different in bed?

Suddenly, his tongue delved into you, immediately lapping up your juices, causing you to gasp in pleasure. Your hands found his head, desperate to grip anything in their path. Once you felt his hair you couldn’t help but give a tight tug, to which he groaned into your cunt, the vibrations driving you crazy.

“You like that, don’t you?” He teased, pulling back slightly to speak. He still smirked, his tongue softly darting back to your clit. You bit your lip and nodded, the only way you could currently respond without screaming in pleasure. He dove back in, sending waves of sensation through your body - the coil in your belly started to tighten as Astarion took your clit in his mouth, sucking gently.

Shifting your head to the side of the bed, you pressed your mouth into the pillow, yelping in pleasure. Suddenly, you felt the leather of Astarion’s glove grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head forward. When you opened your eyes you saw him hovering over you, body slightly raised from your pussy.

“Don’t,” He commanded, the other hand working circles on your clit, “I want everyone to hear. I want the whole world to hear how good I love you.”

“Astarion…” You whimpered, your voice trailing off as he was back in between your legs, licking you into another dimension. You did as you were told, your head lolling back on to the pillow so you were looking at the ceiling of your tent, your vision going fuzzy. Your orgasm was quickly approaching, your muscles so tight you felt like you had to jump out of your skin. You knew Astarion sensed it - he slipped one arm underneath you to give himself better leverage, and was now lapping at you roughly, hungrily.

“I-I…I’m going to come,” You breathed, your strength failing you to use your full voice. You looked down and saw Astarion smiling into your cunt, the vibrations on your clit causing your legs to shake around his head. He stared at you from his position, which was just the push your body needed to reach ecstasy.

Your orgasm washed over you as your back involuntarily arched, a hand gripping so hard on to Astarion’s head you’re surprised you didn’t hurt him. His voice was screamed from your lips - definitely heard by everyone in camp - and you couldn’t think of anything else as you saw stars. Your chest felt like it was on fire as you heaved, trying to get control of your breathing. Astarion lapped at you for a few moments more as you felt your orgasm, finally pulling back to give you a moment to breathe. He stood on his knees and wiped his mouth, the smirk never leaving his face.

“You taste incredible.” He said, slowly raising himself from the bed. He undid the strings of his pants and pulled them down, his erection popping out. Leaking with wetness already, you couldn’t help but stare - this was the first time you were fully seeing him naked, and you were in awe of his form. Just seeing him fully aroused was enough to get you going again, and once he crawled back on top of you, you immediately spread your legs for him. He kissed you, and the faint taste of yourself made you moan into the kiss - his tongue was sloppily dancing in your mouth, all sense of romantic etiquette out the window. He was needy, whimpering into the kiss.

You felt him align himself with your entrance and you pressed one of your hands to his cheek, causing him to look up. You smiled softly.

“Are you sure?” You asked gently, delicately cradling his trauma in your hands. Your heart was racing in your chest - out of all the lovers in the land, you couldn’t believe that Astarion had felt comfortable with only you.

He smiled and nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire life, darling. All 200 years of it,” You felt him adjust himself on top of you and he smiled, his eyes darkening again, “Now; stop being so nice so I can ravage you so good you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You both chuckled as he pressed himself into you, your laughter giving way to a low hiss as he immediately filled your aching entrance. Your pussy was begging for a break since you had just orgasmed mere moments ago, but the ache felt so good, you couldn’t help but moan. Astarion maintained eye contact with you, his mouth slightly parted, as he slowly began to rock into you, his hips falling into a rhythm.

“Gods, you are so fucking tight,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “Make my cock feel so good.”

Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead as he rocked quicker into you, his eyes falling heavy. You moved your hips upwards, gaining better leverage so he could go deeper. When he hit your spot, you both moaned in pleasure, and you gripped the sheets next to you.

“Astarion-” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You dug your nails into his back and pulled him closer to you, “Fuck! You make me feel so good!” Your breasts bounced with every thrust and you arched your back, “Harder, please!” You whined.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He mumbled in your ear, his words hot on your face, “You’d like me to fuck you ‘till we broke this bed, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You gasped, digging your nails harder into his back, “Please, please - give it to me!”

Astarion started to slam his hips against yours, the wet sounds of skin filling the tent. With every thrust, he groaned, his face becoming slightly red. A gloved hand appeared around your neck, and he stared into your eyes. You smiled slightly and nodded, and only with your consent did he start to squeeze, holding you in place as he fucked you.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Hells, Astarion! You make me feel so good,” You screamed, both of your hands going to his around your neck, “Please, don’t ever stop fucking me.”

Your voice was a whine, desperate for sweet release of your impending orgasm. If your first one was intense, this one was indescribable - Astarion’s cock slammed into you in a rhythm he was slowly losing control of. He took his hand off of your throat and held on to your hips, trying to gain control of his thrusts as he closed in on his own orgasm.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” You screamed immediately, your hands wrapping around his neck again, “I’m yours! This pussy is yours - forever! I’m yours forever.”

Astarion smirked as he looked into your eyes, “Good girl.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. He bit down on your bottom lip hard and as he pulled away, he licked away the tiny bit of blood that had sprouted.

Suddenly, his expression changed as the trusts fell out of time. He became sloppy, his mouth open, his eyes closed. His climax was close, so you wrapped your legs around him, drawing his cock closer into your aching cunt. Slick with both of your juices, Astarion’s cock slid in and out of you, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Darling, I’m close,” He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, staring into yours, “You’re going to make me come.”

“Come for me,” You said bringing your hands to the sides of his face. Your own orgasm was close - you were sure that if you felt him spill inside of you, you would tip over the edge for the second time that night. You smiled, tears of pleasure threatening to fall from your eyes as your body was being pounded into the bed, “Fill me.”

Astarion rested his forehead on yours. With a loud moan of your name, his entire body tensed, his climax spilling into you. His gloved hands dug into the side of your hips and suddenly your orgasm appeared, washing over you all at once. You pressed your body into his, screaming his name, your bodies close enough to feel as one.

As your bodies spasmed together, you saw Astarion smile. He peppered a gently kiss onto your lips, a soft moan escaping into your mouth.

“My darling,” He whispered, his body still on top of you, “That was…divine.” He was out of breath, his voice ragged. As he slowly moved to your side, still inside of you, you nuzzled into his chest, trying to steady your own breathing.

“Thank you,” You whispered, sighing contently, “For trusting me enough to be able to do that with me.”

Astarion tutted and started to stroke your hair, “Thank you for being the person that you are…so that I can feel safe enough to trust you.” He looked down at you and kissed you.

Sleep crept upon both of you; and neither you nor Astarion made a move to clean up the sticky aftermath between both of your legs. As you drifted off to sleep, still naked in Astarion’s arms, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You smiled contently - you could get used to this. It seemed the whole world was in your arms as you both held on tightly to one another, an unspoken bond between the two of you grown stronger.

Astarion slid his gloves off before he fell asleep.

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A/N: I had a blast writing this one...please reblog if you liked it! Comments mean the world to me! :)

[rosinkreutz]

PLEEAAASEEEE elaborate on ur thoughts abt RK and R# that’s so fascinating. if u feel up to it ofc

This made me go back and look at Asuka's arcade mode transcript, which made me notice something interesting with the writing but I'll get back to it later. Also, for the record, R# is in fact the only clone. All the people RK fights in the arcade mode are a simulations created by R#, including the final boss. So, in typical Asuka fashion, RK does not tell R# why he made him, and R# naturally wonders the meaning for his existence. He comes up with a few ideas. RK says it's because he wanted to see if he could make a perfect lifeform after seeing ABA and the Valentine sisters (what about Jackie...?). R# figures it's because RK was lonely after not seeing another living person for months. Both of these aren't wrong, but they don't get to the bottom of it. This leads R# to the following: His hypotheses. R# never says directly what they are, but does they involve the facts that R# likes himself and RK does not. These are both the true reasons for R#'s existence. RK wants to commit suicide, but feels like he can't because he has a duty to the world. So, he makes R#, a "better" version of himself to be his replacement. On the first point, if you're looking for any proof, see the following: 1.) Most obviously, this line from R#: "But at least tell me you'll keep walking. Even if you lose your way. As long as one person out there cares about you… It's worth it just to try to keep them happy." 2.) RK literally has to fight for his life against himself at the end of the arcade mode. 3.) R# is wearing the color scheme that has been synonymous with RK throughout the entirety of Guilty Gear, because RK intends for R# to be the "new" Asuka. But the point of Asuka's arcade mode isn't just R# trying to save RK, it's R# trying to show RK that he can't just rip out the parts of himself that he doesn't like. It harkons back to one of GG's big themes of self-actualization and one's sense of self. RK deliberately makes R# to be chatty, friendly, and to like himself, but goes on to be continuously surprised throughout the arcade mode that R# acts like a different person and not just "me but better". Because RK doesn't want to face himself, he doesn't want to self-reflect and comes to terms with who he is, he just wants to tear it apart and be done with everything. The point R# is trying to make is that there is no "me but better". It's just him. If he's going to keep living, RK needs to accept all parts of himself, no matter how horrible he thinks they are. Which isn't to say that RK can't change, it just means he can't deny that parts of himself exist. After all, RK has spent pretty much 90% of his entire 200 or so years of life playing the role of a monster. He says in story mode that he's pretty much never done anything for himself. There's things that he likes and dislikes, but beyond that, he has no idea who he actually is. (In regards to the interesting thing I noticed- It's R# that uses the words "ethically bankrupt monster". RK just says "pathetic ineffectual nerd" to describe himself. Which feels like it should be the opposite in terms of severity. It might just go back to RK's rejection of himself, but it's not like RK isn't acutely aware of the first thing, and he obviously knows very well that it's the reason he wants to die and not the nerd thing. My theory is that he just thinks that he still has the mindset of the ends justifying the means, no matter the cost. He still feels like he needs to take care of the world, but just doesn't see a way that can always be done with a moral lens. Hence R# not having morals. Yeah he's doing it from a distance now with his radio show, but if a large Universal Will-level threat were to show up again, I highly doubt he'd just sit there. So, he wanted R# to have an easier time making the necessary decisions and not being tormented with them later.)

[justcallmeafag]

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nicknames: sasha is technically already a nickname + lots of people have lots of nicknames for me i don't even rmmbr all, but most popular ones are sashi and alex which are those i hate the most rip

zodiac: cancer

height: 166cm / 5'5

fav music: my fav band is mcr :) other than that i'm honestly not super picky about genres. i mostly listen to rock. love it when women scream. lots of pop punk and emo shit unfortunately. also have a thing for 80s thrash metal. sometimes hyperpop scratches my brain right and i think early 10s pop is so good

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do you get asks: not really. i remake super often bc i have poor impulse control so i haven't really had a consistent enough presence on this site which i'm actually rly sad abt. i'd love to have 10 years of blogging to look back on instead of dozens of deleted and abandoned blogs. ok sorry 4 the tangent anyway -

amount of sleep: when i have work it's like 6 hours max, w uni i aim for 8, and when i have time off (like rn) it's usually 10+

what are you wearing: oversized black shirt and red gym shorts

dream job: i don't really have a dream job anymore tbh! i think i'm pretty okay with what i'm planning to do w my life. my dream job is any job that doesn't suck the soul out of me + i can leave behind after clocking out + pays enough for me to have a comfortable life lol hashtag capitalism

languages: german russian and english. i took latin and spanish in school but i don't rmmbr shit tbh

random fact: in the 1960s hasbro came out w a doll named little miss no name whose whole thing was being sopping wet and pathetic so kids felt sorry for her. she got discontinued pretty quickly afaik but this would have 100% worked on me and i want one so bad (they are like 500 bucks on ebay last i checked)

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aesthetic: i love too many diff things and vibes for one cohesive aesthetic but at least my fashion sense is heavily emo/punk/goth/etc inspired like i wouldn't label it as any of these specifically (and i have Opinions on subculture labels especially when determined by fashion) but yeah.

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[andreal831]

Who do you think the most REALISTIC vampires are in TVD and/or TO?

This is such an interesting question because there are so many ways to answer it. And in typical fashion, I'll just answer it in every way I can think of.

To me, a realistic vampire would be closer to the original idea of vampires and less of the modern "Twilight" like vampires. In this way, Damon is probably the most realistic. Vampires have served as allegories for the rich who lived off the life force of the lower classes. Therefore they have historically been depicted as sauve, elite, monsters who reveled in the death of their inferiors.

Damon understands what it means to be an old-fashioned vampire. He holds very little value for life and takes what he wants. He enjoys the nightlife and the privileges that come with vampirism but doesn't seem to be bothered by the downsides, such as drinking blood. He is charismatic and has no problem stealing other's autonomy. He views humans as less than and uses them for his own self-interest. He is vulnerable like a vampire -- vulnerable to the sun, to being staked, having his heart ripped out, and decapitation. This vulnerability helps sell the realism.

I don't really consider any of the Originals as "realistic" since they are too overpowered. They aren't affected by the normal things that would impact vampires, such as being staked. The sun will set them on fire but not kill them. While they do represent the elitism of vampirism perfectly, they aren't what I would consider the most "realistic" vampires.

Stefan and many of the "good" vampires are very much more modern takes on vampires. Now depending on how we look at realism, this could still be acceptable if we view them without the lens of class struggle.

I would say Marcel is the most realistic "good" vampire. Like Damon, Marcel also thrives as a vampire and enjoys the different aspects of it. However, unlike Damon, Marcel strives to use his immortality to create a community. This is something we don't often see in vampire stories however I think is very realistic. If you are going to live forever, you would want to surround yourself with a community that would do the same. Marcel does play into the stereotypes of the elite because he is definitely living well, however, he understands the necessity of those who are "inferior" to him and creates strict rules to protect the humans. He even goes to war to fight for humans. This is typically not something vampires are depicted doing.

Oddly enough, my two examples are both characters who had more control over their turning. Damon and Marcel both knew about vampires before turning and both actively wanted to turn. They knew what it meant as humans and wanted that life so they seemed to embrace it more.

Honorable Mentions:

Lexi is a great depiction of vampirism. Like Marcel, she embraces the good but tries to turn the bad around. She also believes in a sense of community. I would have loved to see her wander into New Orleans and meet Marcel.

Katherine is close to realistic because of how she behaves as a vampire, however, her hang-ups on high schoolers kind of took me out of it. While vampires did tend to prey off of the young, Katherine's obsession with Elena and Stefan always made her seem more Twilight than realistic vampires.

I know everyone says Caroline was better as a vampire, but I think that's such an unfair statement. She was an insecure teenager and likely would have grown and developed as she got older. Caroline tended to only represent the good in vampirism which isn't super realistic. She basically was just a human that drank a little blood but was hardly shown doing it.

I feel like I can't talk about "realistic" vampires without mentioning August, Greta, and Antoinette. They create a group of vampires who believe in the purity of vampirism. However, we don't really see much of them except that they don't wear daylight rings. This, to me, isn't enough to call them "realistic." We don't really see them basking in the vampirism like we do other characters. They mostly just preach about it.

I have seen very little of Legacies, but from what I have seen, the vampires seem very Twilight-esque. Sorry if I'm wrong on that.

For the most part, the vampires in TVDU are often depicted like Caroline. Vampirism is randomly brought in as a plot point but often pushed aside in favor of focusing on the drama. Season 1 tells us that blood is very tempting to vampires, and then quickly dropped for most of the show. As it goes on, the younger vamps don't even struggle to turn and can control their bloodlust easily. They show the vampire's supernatural powers (speed, strength, etc.) but often brush over the dark side.

Thanks for the ask!

Let me know who I'm missing!

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 20

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"Uuuh, the revenge dress is back" John laughed. 

"I totally forgot about the Christmas party and it was the first thing that I found" June said while checking she had everything she may need in her purse.

"Well, you look hot as hell, you should wear it more often. Like... Maybe on your next date with Chilly? When is that happening, by the way?"

"I don't know."

"June, did you fuck things up again?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why haven't you met again?"

"Because we've been busy. But I'm stopping at his place on my way to the party."

"Then you can start forgetting about it" he chuckled.

"What?"

"The moment he sees you with that dress in his front door, he'll drag you to his room and…"

"Shut up, John!" June said again, feeling her cheeks getting warmer.

"Just a warning" he shrugged.

"Whatever. Have you seen my keys?"

"I think that crazy cat of yours was playing with them earlier.”

"What? John! I can't be late!"

"To shag Chilly?" he said with a mischievous smile.

"You are so annoying" she replied. "Help me find the keys."

"Ok, fine. You are too stressed and getting laid will definitely help, so let's get this over with."

"John!" 

"I'm just teasing you, June" he laughed. "You look so cute when your face looks like a tomato."

"And you look really cute with my fist on your nose."

"Ok, ok" John laughed again. "Let's find your keys so you can go give Chilly his Christmas present. Which isn't something sexual" he quickly added when he saw the look June was giving him. 

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“Merry Christmas, Chilwell.”

“Merry Christmas, Maxwell. Please come in.”

“Thank you” June smiled, taking off her coat. “Sorry I am a bit late, but I couldn’t find my keys and… Ben, are you ok? Ben. Chilwell!”

“Uh?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just… your dress.”

“Please don’t tell me I ripped it getting out of the car or that it is covered in cat's fur.”

“No, no. It’s perfect.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“Because it is perfect.”

“You aren’t making any sense, Chilwell.”

“It is the dress you wore at the Sky party last season, isn’t it?”

“It is. Why?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that day.”

“About my dress?” June laughed. “I knew you were into fashion, but I didn’t know you were so into it.”

“I’m into you wearing it” he said, finally looking her in the eyes.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you wearing that dress.”

“You… haven’t…” June mumbled.

“That night I realized that June Maxwell was more than an annoying girl who also happened to be an amazing football player. She also was hot. Very hot” Ben said, slowly walking towards her.

“Oh.”

“Oh” he repeated, now standing in front of her. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you that night. Didn’t you notice?”

“Back then I wasn’t paying you the same attention I do now” she said with a nervous laugh. 

“Yeah…” he replied, biting his lower lip and making June suddenly feel really hot. 

“So, umm… Your Christmas present.”

“Is this my Christmas present? You wearing this dress?” he smirked.

“What? No… no, no no. This is” she said, showing him the little bag she was carrying.

“Shame” he sighed.

“Yes, umm… Your present” June repeated, putting the bag in front of her and hoping that it would somehow stop whatever was going on between her and Ben.

“Wait… You actually made it!” he smiled as he opened the bag. “I thought you had forgotten about my beanie!”

“I had other customers in case you forgot.”

“Did you also embroider the girls' initials on theirs?”

“Just on yours. Is it too much?”

“It’s perfect, June. I love it” Ben said with a smile that made June’s heart skip a beat.

“Put it on. I used John as a model but I think your head is bigger.”

“Rude” he chuckled.

“I’m not being rude, it’s a fact. Does that sound familiar?” she smirked.

“Nope” Ben laughed. “So, how do I look?”

“As I expected. Stupidly handsome” June sighed.

“Sorry” he replied with another smile while grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him, the space that she had put between them gone again. “Thank you very much, Maxwell.”

“You’re welcome, Chilwell” she gulped, the heat she had been feeling earlier also coming back. “Do you want to do something before I have to leave?”

“I do. I want to do this” Ben said before kissing her. 

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“There you are” Vittoria said as June walked into the party. “Where were you?”

“Trying to survive the chaos. First I forgot to pick a dress for tonight and had to go through my whole wardrobe to find something nice. Then I couldn't find my keys because Pepper had been playing with them. Then I got stuck in traffic…”

Which wasn’t a lie. But the real reason behind June arriving late, was the make out session she and Ben had had. Leaving him had been extremely difficult. 

“Have I told you yet that I love that you called your cat Pepper? Chilly... Pepper...” Vittoria smirked, making June roll her eyes. “Anyway, come. Lauren has been asking for you nonstop, I think something happened.”

“Something like what?”

“I don't know. By the way, is this the Versace dress from the Sky party? The revenge one like John calls him?”

“Yep.”

“You know, now that you and Chilly are back to being friends, you should ask him if the dress had the effect John wanted. If seeing you wearing it made him hard.”

“Vittoria!”

“What?”

“We aren’t alone, lower down your voice.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you should ask him. Knowing what happened after, I think I know his answer” she smirked again.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go find Lauren” June said, trying to change the topic. Because she already knew that the dress had had the response John had been looking for when he chose it for her. 

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"No" June and Mason said at the same time.

"C'mon, guys. You are the captains, you have to do it!" Lauren begged.

"And it is Christmas. Can't you put aside whatever happened for just one night? Please?" Reece pouted.

"Ok, fine" June sighed. "But just because you two are the most annoying siblings ever and I can't say no to that face."

"Thank you" Reece smiled. "Mount?"

"No" he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mase, bro… C'mon."

"I don't want to be anywhere near her, Reece. End of the story."

"Seriously, Mason? It's just a stupid speech, nothing else. We do it and then you can go back to ignoring me and being bitter" June said.

"Bitter?" he laughed. "I'm not bitter, Maxwell."

"That's not what people say."

"What people, uh? Chilly? I know he forgave you and that you are back to sucking his dick."

"I'm not…"

"Ok, ok" Lauren said, stopping June mid sentence. "It's Christmas, remember? A time for peace and love. So let's leave the sexual comments for another day and focus on what matters now. The speech."

"Exactly" Reece said. "Will you do it or not?” 

"I will. But Mr. Mount here is too obsessed with what I do in my personal life" June said.

"Maybe because it is with my best friend? The one you said you didn't have feelings for?"

"Mason, I already apologized for lying to you. What else do you want me to do?"

"Oh, so you do have feelings for Chilly" he laughed.

"Yes, I do. Happy now?"

"Do you love him?" he asked.

"Mase, I don't think this is the moment to ask something like that" Lauren intervened. She knew better than anyone how much June struggled with talking about her feelings.

"It's complicated" she replied.

"It isn't, Maxwell. Do you love Chilly, yes or no?"

"I…"

"Guys, it's time for the speech" a Chelsea staff member said, interrupting the conversation. "Are you ready?"

"I am" June quickly said. She could kiss that woman right now.

"Mount?"

"Yeah, I guess" he sighed. "But you still owe me an answer" he whispered in June's ear as they walked back into the party. 

[ch1-kasak0]

Oh hey look I'm done🔥🔥

Anyway uhm I don't have a lot uhhhhhh it's 4am nearly for me so I should probably sleep but I can't be assed what do I do🤕🙏

Whoo dee doo♪♬

✭Bendy

•his horns are bendable, even when he isn't actively liquifying, but not as much. For example when he’s normal you'll be able to at the very least bend the tips, but not much beyond that, same with the spiky things on the side of his face

•hay fever. (Fuck summer)

•gets colds easily (fuck winter)

•double jointed knees, freaky🔥

•secretly reads magazines, specifically like fashion and entertainment ones, he's embarrassed by it for some reason

•would probably be a Lana Del Rey listener, only like 3 songs though, maybe he'd like rock lobster, his sense of music is all over the place but loves swing the most

•thrives at dusk, loves sunsets, especially in remote/forested areas, GRGRGRGRGR!!!!!

•is slowly overtime starting to forget what the lake looks like, along with silly vision as a whole, he'll never forget the dancing lady though<3 (is that what it's called? HELP)

✭mugman

•doesn't really like sweets, I mean he likes them, just not as much as the maniac he calls a brother, prefers pies and pastries

•during cups 3 days when he first got the demon blood and died(?) mugs didn't sleep much if at all, he had to be sedated to get any sort of sleep because he was so worried

•Insomnia, exploding head syndrome, sleep paralysis, he's just as horrible at sleep as cup is.. 🤕 he also sleep walks..

•Would text like an elderly person or :), ><,(ʘᴗʘ✿), ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙. No in between

•allergic to red meat, little man got attacked by a tick when he was younger (I don't remember which one it was)

•was obsessed with Quadratus when he first met the thing, tried to swim in it but soon learned that was a bad idea (it was COLD❄❄)

✭Sheba

•Chappell Roan and lady Gaga, maybe a little bit of Evangelion or Kendrick Lamar, depends 🙏🔥

•prefers sweet popcorn over salty or sweet n salty, absolute psycho

•does NOT know how to cook, milkshakes she's amazing at, actually cooking is a bit of a struggle, it's edible but not the best🤕

•actually likes licorice fizz wizz

•had appendicitis at some point in her life

✭Marcus

•his favourite anime would be devilman crybaby and devilman ova, prove me otherwise

•when he first got his wings and the little face wings he ripped one of them off, literally out of his head, that shit was BLOODY, he thought it was funny. And he actually keeps it in a jar

•he occasionally fills that jar with watered down shampoo, then opens it and flicks some of it at king dice and pretends it's (.), dice loses his shit everytime, Marcus finds it fucking hilarious but also gets told off by the devil, it's worth it (I would too tbh)

•likes analog horror a lot, his favourite would probably be the painter(if that's right) and the Mandela catalogue

•has a really nice apartment, but like it's modern, VERY modern, you'd see it in 2024 and think it's from the same era

•prefers winter over any season, but prefers Halloween over any holiday

•also likes licorice fizz wizz, he likes all the flavours<333

•bi, maybe pan

•is WAY too sharp on corners, he'd wait until the last second to turn it's terrifying because he's always going over the speed limit, especially if the roads empty🤕 sometimes definitely been thrown out of a window before

✭Oswald

•his hair is about shoulder length (not fur, hair, there's a difference) and he isn't very good at taking care of it, just kinda put it up one day and doesn't take it down until his next shower

•during the time when Ortensias death was recent he would wear her Nightgowns to bed if he could fit in them, still does that sometimes

✭Finley (happy late birthday my little fennec<33)

•took WAY too long to learn how to tie laces, his parents tried to teach him, but it just never clicked for him until he was about a teen

•also has to deal with hay fever 🤕

•also hates winter because his ears get cold

•used to absolutely cherish anything anyone got him, even if it was cheap shit, he'd love it anyway

✭Charles Harris (“Lucky”)

•Prefers champagne over any other alcohol, maybe some gin and lemonade as well, yum

✭Other

•brownies aren't really popular for Grannys house, but Red and Cuphead like them a lot so really they're the only ones eating them other than granny herself

•Marcus and Metatron have met at least once. Even if only briefly.

[rosies-den]

20 things I love about Ash Lynx. 🌅❤️‍🔥🦁🎂🎉

It's the 12th of August.

Ya know what that means?

It's a big huge loving Happy Birthday to our Ash!!!!!

For his birthday, I wanted to write something, so here's a very appreciative appreciation post for my favourite character of all time.

Here's just 20 reasons I love him with all my heart and soul.

1. His birth name. Aslan Jade Callenreese. His mum (or maybe just Yoshida being Yoshida) even made up "Aslan" to mean dawn/daybreak in hebrew when it actually means lion in turkish. However I like to interperet that, similar to a lion's mane, the sun shimmers with a golden light, and that's what his old lady meant when she named him Aslan to supposedly mean dawn.

2. His hair is also golden and reminds me of a lion's mane! And it's long. I love men with long hair!

3. His inner child. Ash has always been childish at heart and his most treasured memories are his childhood with Griffin. I love that as he opens up to Eiji, he starts showing his childish side more and more too.

4. His fear of pumpkins 🤭 mf is scared of a vegetable for christ sake!!! What a goofy thing to be afraid of. Cute though.

5. His jokes. Shit like telling Eiji to go watch Sesame Street, or being given an inkblot test at the hospital, the researcher asking what the inkblot sheet looks like, and he responds "Your wife". Countless examples of this cheeky fucker's one liners!

6. Speaking of which, that attitude he has. He's brutally honest, never backs down, says it like it is, and is unfiltered. He's smart whilst cutting the bullshit.

7. He knows how to lead, he sets goals clearly and he's strong and unwavering whilst not being outright cruel.

8. His fiery energy, especially being a Leo (more lion theming hehe) he's sucha a passionate person and that's a trait I both relate to and admire.

9. He remains loyal to his friends, through thick and thin, and even tries to understand people he has a bias against (Max for example, before they became like father and son.)

10. Despite being a gang leader, he does genuinely care for human life and doesn't like people dying for no good reason. Man's got morals.

11. His perseverance. Despite the cruel world trying to tear him apart time and time again in every possible way, he carried on with his investigation and his fight because he knew it was the right thing.

12. His intelligence! The dude can write advanced essays on politics and science and he does so for actual useful research reasons, not just to be a smartass.

13. He's the kind of person who drinks milk straight out of the jug. No, seriously. Look at this:

Absolute madlad.

14. His fashion sense! I love his denim jackets, his hoodies, his ripped jeans, even that plain boring ass white shirt he loves to wear so much!

15. He agrees with me that beans are fucking gross. I don't blame him at all for being so petty about natto!

16. He's canonically bisexual. (This isn't debatable, his two canon crushes are Eiji and a girl he liked when he was 14. If you insist he's gay or straight you can get your biphobic ass outta here.) It means a lot to me as a bi person to have that sort of representation, plus it explains a lot of things, like the aforementioned hoodies and denim jackets (big same!).

17. He's the kinda guy who sits to read a good book. I'm kinda envious of his habit to read things that aren't just from a screen, but I also really want him to read to me. Storytelling podcast with Ash Lynx anyone?

18. His relationship with Eiji. They bring out the best in each other. Eiji helps Ash open up and express the emotions, good and bad, within him, whilst Ash inspires and helps out Eiji to get stronger, more independent, and more confident in himself and his abilities. Easily my favourite relationship of all time. They compliment each other perfectly and are so lucky to have each other.

19. His kindness and protectiveness towards children. He of course had a lot of respect and fondness towards Skip, and inspired Max and Jessica to become better parents to little Michael. He knows how vulnerable kids can be, and wants to protect them from violence and abuse. I love that he refuses to let these vicious cycles of parental neglect and child abuse continue.

20. His ability to love beyond all else. Love is what motivated him to save his friends and allies, take revenge for his brother and others he lost, and protect people from atrocities. Despite everything he went through Ash was, is and always will be that loving playful, childish at heart boy who cares for his loved ones beyond all comprehension. His love for Eiji and his friends expands beyond the universe.

And that folks, is just 20 reasons why I love Ash from the deepest part of my spirit. He has inspired me in so many ways that I cannot even begin to go into right now, but just know thar he is an absolutely incredible character with such an important impact.

Thank you, Aslan. I love you so so much and I hope you have an amazing day in Japan with your husband. 💕💖💞💗

[azrantimes]

I don't know if I'm making things up but the way the characters dress determines Shakespeare's influence.

So let's start with the ensemble. The players are clearly dressed like they're going to rehearse the play at the start of the musical. All very modern outfits but there are small hints of 17th century fashion, but when they're IN the play, they're dressed in 17th century attire but with some modern hints, although the silhouettes are still something you'd see if you were going to a dance class nowadays

Shakespeare himself has one outfit and the jacket is the money piece. The weaponshield (that he actually commissioned bc his family didn't have one) on the back and the fit are really time appropriate, but he's wearing ripped jeans and sneakers. He's both a 17th century bard and a 21st century popstar. His outfit doesn't change, excluding his boi band stint, making it a stable element we can use as reference.

Anne's first costume is arguably the most historically accurate outfit. Her hair is in an updo and her entire body is covered. She's a traditional housewife and lives for William but this changes as soon as she has the quill.

Now let's talk about Juliet and Co.

The first time we see Juliet is her waking up after Romeo's death (don't quote me on this I don't know exactly what it was supposed to represent) and she's wearing headphones. This is also after Anne took control of the story. She takes her headphones off signaling that she's no longer listening to someone else but we're going to be listening to her. Her outfit is pretty time accurate and doesn't stray too much away, untill Domino. Her long dress with the long sleeved gown over it gets exchanged for a short dress with removable puff sleeves. The two dresses are very similar but her new dress is much more her, and less traditional. This scene is also the scene where we meet Angelique, May and April. Angelique works for her parents, she serves them and her outfit is much more traditional than May's. May helps Juliet move on, and their jumpsuit isn't something you'd see in the 17th century but the details give it that feel. May is May, and they're their own person. Finally April. Continuing where I left off, on first sight April's green dress fits the time period but as you keep looking it doesn't make sense. Anne is rebelling. We obviously see her tattoo now, the one to spite her husband, and her sleeveless jean jacket gives her a rougher look. She literally shakes her updo away to let her hair fall down. She's in charge now, but William's her co-Writer.

I'm now just going to be primarily focusing on Juliet and Anne because this post would be very long otherwise!!

Juliet wears her dress untill the end of act 1, Romeo's return. Her freedom is gone, the man she thought died is back, what can she do? Changing her outfit apparently. The beginning of act 2 is the one and only time she's wearing blue. The silhouette is something you'd find in the H&M but the pattern gives it that old feel. She's in blue, rejecting everything, rejecting Romeo, rejecting Shakespeare. It's the last time he (or Anne) can control her as Anne breaks the quill. Start of the free will, but the wedding still has to happen. She's back in pink, but much lighter. She's herself but has to dim herself. Then Roar happens. The hot pink is back, combined with a color that's very similar to William's jacket (this is probably not intentional I just need a reason for everything) with a massive quill on it and puff pants, something a bard would wear. It's mocking Shakespeare. He doesn't have the quill anymore, she does, and she'll be as loud as she wants to be.

Dont want to make this any longer so I'm gonna go over Anne quickly. The two other green/blue outfits she wears are even less traditional. The first one is dark. It can still be something a villager would wear but it has a darker palette. William ruins everything she wrote, so she ruins his quill. Her end dress resembles a wedding dress. She forgives William, she wants to give their relationship a second chance, but this time she'll be in charge (thus the blue/green, "Maybe we'll rewrite all of your plays")

End.

This was another yap from the yapking thank you and I hope this makes sense

[star--nymph]

Eurydice Essentials: 05 - What do they specialize in within their class? 06 - Do they have a preferred weapon they always use? 07 - How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.? Codex: 10 - Are there any animals they have a particular love or hatred for?

11 - Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs? Have fun! <3

Aaaaaa, thank you, Jaz!! TIME TO GUSH ABOUT MY ELF.

ESSENTIALS

05 - What do they specialize in within their class?

Rift Mage! I did play around with the other two in game, but character-wise they didn't work for Eurydice. She has a personal thing with against necromancy (particularly the idea of raising a corpse from its resting place to do one's bidding) and while Knight Enchanter's cool, it ultimately doesn't fit her fighting style (favors ranged over close combat). Aside from all that, Eurydice has been studying the mark and the rifts since she woke up to it cut into her hand. Logically, it only makes sense that she would further that study with the help of 'Your Trainer' and Solas. Even if she didn't have the mark, Eurydice curiosity over the rifts alone would have lead her to being a Rift Mage. They are just random rips time and space that is pouring the Fade into their planet--if she can't at least play around with it, she can use it to her advantage. And being able to rain down meteors is pretty hot, neither of us can not lie.

06 - Do they have a preferred weapon they always use?

Oh, you know, that's a good question because she tends to switch between weapons? At least, in my head, Eurydice is primarily a staff user but she has a tendency to dig her staff into the ground and use it as a beacon or point of focus while she uses her hands (think like a lightening rod). Eurydice has a wild fighting style; she uses her staff more of an extension of her magic but for the most part, she'll attack from a distance, using heavy-handed spells like the Static Cage or Veilstrike to her advantage. If she's risking someone getting close, she turns her lightening magic into a whip that she uses to drag people towards her. She has a tendency to skitter out of the way if people do get close and people have noted that she mirrors a stag or halla when she does so. I did have an idea a while back of her being a spellbook user and that she outfitted her personal tome to have spikes on the spine so when people get too close, she can slam it down on them. Whether she actually does that in battle, I don't know, but is an hilarious image. That all said, she also keeps a knife one of her brothers made her before she left for the Conclave. So that might be her actual preferred weapon--it certainly is the one she has used to gut people who corner her in battle (and she has threaten several people with it on occasion);

07 - How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.?

Okay, so I fully admit, if Eurydice had her way, she'd be wearing nothing but rags she found on the side of the road. Sadly for her, I love fashion and pretty clothing more than most things in life, so she has to deal with me having a detailed wardrobes for her. Eurydice has two different forms of downtime clothing: those she works in and those she wears around Skyhold. When the Inquisition first settled in Skyhold, Eurydice's wardrobe was whatever she had on hand and had pockets, no matter how bad they looked. I made a joke that Eurydice probably walked out of her quarters one day wrapped in a curtain that she tied with sash, and from that point on Leliana, Josephine, and Vivienne took over her wardrobe--and while that's probably an exaggeration, it's not completely off. Eurydice wears things that work and don't get in the way. She also has a tendency to like light fabrics, so she'd probably be content with something she found in an old draw or in the servant's quarters. I think when she was with the clan, she and her sister Melia often wore the same limited wardrobe because fabric was hard to some by and neither of them were skill weavers. They wore what they wore and fixed them when they were damaged until they could no longer be worn; then recycled them for some other use. Skyhold was the first time that she had the money or freedom to wear...new things. I want to take a brief moment to mention that Eurydice has texture sensory issues to certain fabrics. Like I said, she wears light fabrics and one of the reasons is because they overstimulate her. For example, she can't wear velvet; she has stated that she feels as if its ripping off her skin and will scream if she's forced to touch it. Taffeta has a similar reaction. Satin is touch and go. Wools, linens like Muslim, cambric, canvas, and fustian are usually what she prefers--the lighter and more breathable the material, the safer she feels. She doesn't mind leathers either, though she prefers them not directly on the skin. For a default look, Eurydice wears something like this:

Which is a modification of this PJ mod with an added skirt, sash, and different sleeves. This is definitely the one she's most comfortable wearing, as you can tell by her skirt's hem being tattered (and it's absolutely filthy). The skirt has extra pockets and the sash acts as one big pocket which she carries things like seeds or books in. It certainly the one she wears when she's working in the stables or in her workshop. Eurydice has a another part of wardrobe specifically for lounge wear or at least for less formal meetings with nobles--these outfits also use lighter fabrics but are noted for being more expensive, having high-quality metals, jewels, and embroidery sewn into them. These formal looks usually look like the outfits I've drawn here: 1, 2, 3, 4. Usually her hair is either down, or put up in braids and buns with ribbons. She likes jewelry, especially earrings, so when she's feeling particularly pretty, she might wear silver and gold earrings. As for formal events like Judgements, galas, noble meetings, or the like, Eurydice's wardrobe and hair are given the full royal treatment. Crowns, layers dresses with flowing sleeves and caps, the very best jewelry the Inquisition can't get, and beautiful pearl laced hairstyles. So examples like: 1, 2, 3. It's pretty obvious that she's never quite happy to be in these looks, especially because people fuss around her. By the end of the night, she's thrown parts of the outfits off somewhere over her shoulder. And as you can imagine, her Winter Palace look is probably even more grand (and upsetting for her). I don't have many pictures because I've been drawing and redrawing and scrapping her Winter Palace look for years but the main description I can give is that it invokes a moon goddess image, with her having a train and cape that looks like glittering stars, and a heavy head dress with moons on it. Finally, Eurydice armor is also something I've been playing with for years and while I don't have an exact picture, I will say it's meant to be a cross between Dancer of the Boreal Valley from Dark Souls, the Nightingale Robes from Skyrim, and the Dalish armor concept from DA2. She definitely has a full faced, featureless mask on. Most people presume that she's an old woman in her armor because of her mask, her grey hair, her slump when she walks, and her deep voice.

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10 - Are there any animals they have a particular love or hatred for?

Eurydice doesn't hate any animal. I used to think she hated spiders but now I'm like no, she loves them. Crawling little friends. They're doing their jobs, why should she bother them? If they make cobwebs in her hair, that's THEIR business. But hallas are the ones she holds closest to her heart. Eurydice doesn't just love halla, she feels protected and respected when they're around her—a group of them relaxing in the middle of a field feels like home to her. Halla are intertwined with her more significant relationships. She's been enamored since she was a baby and her grandmother (her Hahmama) would carry her around and tell her about them through the day; she even made a halla plush for Eurydice to sleep with. Actually, Eurydice was selective mute for a good portion of her childhood and the only times she would talk was if she was either her Hahmama or her sister Melia—or if she was with halla. Most people didn't even know baby Eurydice could speak until they'd pass by her sitting with a group and blabber to them—BUT if they tried to talk to her themselves, she'd become quiet again. And that was thing—from a young age, halla didn't require anything OF Eurydice. They just liked that she was there, that she plop down with the tiny useless things she found, talk their ears off, and cuddle by their sides. Halla don't judge, they don't say Eurydice talks in odd ways—too fast, too slow, not happy enough, not using the right words. It's hard to be in the world as it is but to be in a place with creatures who let you simply exist and are happy with is unique to Eurydice. It's sad really because as talented she is with magic, her coming into it destroyed her dreams of being a halla mistress. All she wanted as a child was to stay with her halla and her sister. She wanted to become a halla mistress with Melia, raise and care for the beings that welcomed her into their family when no one else did. It's one of the reasons Eurydice hid her magic she was twelve—because she knew once it was revealed, everything she wanted would be taken away for the good of the clan. And it was. Eurydice had to be The First, she had to learned the ways of magic and lore and leadership over her people, even when she wasn't her people's first (or even last) choice for successor. So no more halla—no more running away with Melia to pretend to be halla mistress' in the forest. The best she could do was watch them from afar, ride them when she was able, and have Ghilan'nain's vallaslin. Anyway, all animals are good animals, even the ones that try to eat her. If they kill her, that's her fault, she was slipping,

11 - Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs?

She does. As I mentioned above, Eurydice's Hahmama started her love for halla and the reason for that was because her Hahmama was actually the clan's storyteller. Her Hahmama was like a library of stories and songs, every day she'd beguile the clan's children with myths and legends, and every night she'd sing to the adults about old heroes and love affairs with the gods. But the special stories about hallas and Ghilan'nain were reserved for her grandchildren and little Eurydice was enthralled with them through her. So as she grew, she'd collected them in her mind like her Hahmama did before her. Though she's no storyteller, she knows her people's folk tales and songs well, and she keeps in her heart for those she loves. And when her children come, she'll sit them down and tell them all they need to know.

[thedawningofthehour]

I’ve finally finished the chapter!!! :) now I can ask about it.

I don’t know about you but I despise sandels. I would wack him upside the head too. They’re uncomfortable and make weird noises on the floor. They’re just really weird to me I guess. So I appreciate Hueso.

I don’t know if she’s been talked about before in the fic but I assume the girl is Kendra. She always seemed to have a lollipop of some sort on her. I miss watching her and Donnies fights in the show. They were always really funny.

I speak from experience when I say that this ^ is one of the most accurate descriptions I have ever read. When something traumatic happens people brains have a really cool function of forget, ignore/deactualize (is that a word?) or break down. From personal experience I understand the “I know this is really bad but it’s bad to the point of my brain giving up comprehending it and it simply doesn’t compute as anything worth my attention.” I don’t remember from my psych class last year what the name of it is, but I know theres a psychological name for it.

If this is going where I hope it’s going, i’m really excited! Gale isn’t the type of person to see something like that and leave it be. So i’m excited to see what he does with the info.

This made me want to cry. Thats all.

Love your work! Have a great day/evening/night. Can’t wait for the next update :)

Oh yeah, they are loud. I wasn't even really thinking about it from that direction, but Leo would absolutely be the dumb bitch who wore flipflops to a stealth mission.

Soup made a comment about him wearing socks with sandals and like-to confirm, Leo has the fashion sense of a dead shrimp and would totally wear socks with sandals. Both because he's just that bad at being gay and also to annoy Donnie. But in this particular instance Hueso wanted to make sure he was wearing good walking shoes so his feet wouldn't be sore at the end of the day. (and he's not going barefoot because wtf they're probably immune to HIV but don't go tempting fate here)

I actually very much prefer sandals. I went to college way up north and I would take my trash out in flipflops when it was like -30 out. (I was also very stupid, so don't do this)(not that you can, it doesn't get that cold anymore)

Anita's a Yokai, so no her granddaughter is not Kendra. The Purple Dragons will have another cameo (maybe get a mention in the recovery arc, we'll see) but since everything else has ballooned we just haven't gotten to them.

Which is honestly really funny to me, because Kendra clearly considers herself very important and probably makes the 'Othello Von Ryan's ARCH ENEMY' thing a point of pride. Meanwhile Donnie straight-up doesn't remember her and his brothers are like

A lot of what Leo does is disassociate and compartmentalize, so he's very, very good at going "I know this is objectively horrific, but it also looks kind of sick. I kinda want to poke it with a stick."

Which is a very real and valid trauma response! Not everyone responds to shit the same way. For some people, turning off the 'holy shit' part of their brain or making light of it, that's literally their way of trying to process the thing. And it has its uses. It probably served Leo very well during the Krang war, when things went to shit and he was able to stay rational while everyone around him was panicking.

The problem being, of course, that Leo never unpacks that compartment and just lets it fester. So it just gets worse and worse until something finally rips it all free.

I think this was the first real Cass-Gale fight? Besides little arguments and teasings. I mean, they're siblings, and they're under a ton of stress right now. They're both ready to crack.

I considered having Cass storm off and ending it there, but I didn't really like that. Gale knows that he isn't really mad at Cass, and Cass knows that Gale was lashing out. They're both socially stupid but they know each other. At the end of the day, they'll always have each other's back.

[sokovianfortune]

the wbn anniversary snuck up on me so unfortunately don't have much to present BUT. i have been meaning to post this lil texting fic that i wrote for a friend panfandom rp to make up for the fact that i write both elsa and jack (not the norm for this kind of thing, but it's just friends so no one cares if one person plays multiple canonmates). so i guess there's no time like now!

(for those not in the know, panfandom rp usually involves taking a bunch of characters from different fandoms and shoving them all in one place. so. have a little preamble to a reunion.)

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@SANGUINEM. Text me tomorrow morning. @SANGUINEM. We should talk.

[ MESSAGE READ / 6:45 AM ]

@JRUSSELL. Elsa?

@SANGUINEM. Yes.

@JRUSSELL. You’re here?

@SANGUINEM. So are you. @SANGUINEM. Are we done stating the obvious now?

@JRUSSELL. Oh. Yes. @JRUSSELL. Yes, we are. @JRUSSELL. Are you alright?

@SANGUINEM. Depends on your definition. @SANGUINEM. I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re asking.

@JRUSSELL. Good. @JRUSSELL. That’s very good.

@SANGUINEM. If you say so. @SANGUINEM. Are you?

@JRUSSELL. … That’s a complicated question.

@SANGUINEM. Where are you?

@JRUSSELL. Also a complicated question. @JRUSSELL. I don’t suppose you know the woods around here particularly well?

@SANGUINEM. Tell me you’re joking. @SANGUINUM. Last night?

@JRUSSELL. I didn’t have time to find anywhere to lock myself in! @JRUSSELL. It seemed like the safest thing to do.

@SANGUINEM. What? Lose yourself in the woods so you can starve to death trying to find your way back? @SANGUINEM. Turn your location on and stay put. @SANGUINEM. I’ll come find you.

@JRUSSELL. You don’t have to do that. @JRUSSELL. It’s not the first time I’ve had to find my way home like this, you know?

@SANGUINEM. You are fucking unbelievable, you know that? @SANGUINEM. If I was the sort of person who does things because she has to, I’d have your head mounted somewhere on my walls. @SANGUINEM. Turn it on. Stay put.

@JRUSSELL. … Alright. I will. @JRUSSELL. Thank you.

@SANGUINEM. Do you need anything? @SANGUINEM. Clothes? Water? Something to eat?

@jrussell is typing…

@SANGUINEM. If you tell me that I don’t have to do that, I’m bringing something heavy to hit you upside the head with.

@JRUSSELL. … In that case, I wouldn’t mind a change of clothes. @JRUSSELL. The wolf wasn’t very fond of what I was wearing last night, I don’t think. @JRUSSELL. He can be very judgmental about my fashion sense. @JRUSSELL. I’ll pay you back for them.

@SANGUINEM. You’d better not try. @SANGUINEM. I don’t see your location on yet.

@JRUSSELL. Ah. Right. @JRUSSELL. Just a minute.

[ LOCATION PING FROM: @JRUSSELL ]

@JRUSSELL. Did that work? @JRUSSELL. I’ve never actually had a phone that does this before.

@SANGUINEM. It did. @SANGUINEM. You’re close. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. @SANGUINEM. Try not to get into any more trouble between now and then, will you?

@JRUSSELL. I will, I promise. @JRUSSELL. … Thank you. Again. @JRUSSELL. I owe you one.

@SANGUINEM. We’ll call it even, yeah? @SANGUINEM. Considering that you didn’t rip my throat out and all.

@JRUSSELL. I’m not sure how much that counts.

@SANGUINEM. It counts to me. @SANGUINEM. But, if you really want to pay me back, you can stay at mine tonight. @SANGUINEM. I’ve got cellars that should hold you. Better that than the both of us stomping around in the woods again tomorrow morning.

@JRUSSELL. … I’ll take a look at what you have. @JRUSSELL. If it really can hold him, then you’ve got a deal.

@SANGUINEM. Good. @SANGUINEM. Apparently, we’re all better off sticking together in this stupid place. @SANGUINEM. Any preferences for clothes?

@JRUSSELL. Oh, I’m not picky. @JRUSSELL. … Something warm, if you can manage it.

@SANGUINEM. Done. @SANGUINEM. You’re not getting frostbite or anything out there, are you?

@JRUSSELL. Ha. No, not yet. @JRUSSELL. I’d know it if I was, trust me.

@SANGUINEM. From experience?

@JRUSSELL. Something like that. @JRUSSELL. Like I said, this isn’t the first time I’ve woken up in a place like this. @JRUSSELL. Generally speaking. @JRUSSELL. The dimension-hopping is a little new, I have to say.

@SANGUINEM. Isn’t it just. @SANGUINEM. I won’t be long. @SANGUINEM. Try not to catch hypothermia on me. @SANGUINEM. Once we’re back, you can rest until moonrise.

@JRUSSELL. Okay. @JRUSSELL. That… does sound nice. @JRUSSELL. If I say thank you again, will you accept it this time?

@SANGUINEM. … @SANGUINEM. Fine.

@JRUSSELL. Thank you, Elsa.

@SANGUINEM. You’re welcome, Jack. @SANGUINEM. I’ll see you soon.

@JRUSSELL. Looking forward to it.

[goodluckmochi]

Changing into Robes

Why do the girls always leave the cabin to go to change into their robes? They all do it at the end of the trip. They ALL do it at the end of the trip. How fucking big are these bathrooms, that HALF OF THE STUDENT PASSENGERS can leave their cabins en masse, and all of them return to their cabins in time for the Hogwarts Express' arrival at the station?

When Hogwarts Express bathroom scenes come up, I picture them as something akin to airlines' coach class lavatories: about the size of a coat closet. But they cannot be that small, if the girls are all marching in to the train bathrooms to change into their robes.

Why aren't the girls changing in the cabins? Why aren't the mixed cabin groups just swapping places? What is it about witches that might require them to each get their own individual toilet stall to change in? Or are the girls' bathrooms like 2 toilets, and 50 little changing closets, made possible only through wizarding space?

Sometimes robes in the HP universe seem like fashionable trench coats: they go over your actual clothes. They go to school in Scotland, I assume it's not at all toasty warm up there, so an over-layer would make perfect sense year round. If you live in the south, you just have thinner robes.

I know some fans like to imagine that nothing is worn under the robes - like a traditional kilt (?) I guess. I can wrap my head around that concept, except none of the Muggle raised students bring it up. And they would. The boys would complain about wearing dresses, you cannot convince me other wise, and yet this is never brought up. And then some one would have to point out that traditionally, even pants don't go under there, and then they'd be freaked out about all of their male professors. There's also the cost concern, because I cannot imagine that robes with self regulating comfort magic come cheap - which means the wealthy will feel and look fine whatever the weather, while literally everyone else is going to be in much, much thicker material or using a ton of warming charms. It's going to be expensive to stay comfortable, or you're going to expend a lot of magic at a very young age (magically speaking) to stay warm enough, I imagine.

Pansy can't roll her uniform skirt higher if she's wearing a mumu type of robe, though she can probably unbutton the collar enough to flaunt her cleavage. Ditto Lavender and whoever else.

If it's traditional not to wear trousers, wearing a Quidditch uniform must be most uncomfortable to kids new to the sport before Hogwarts. I feel like the broom riding class would require specialty wear, because side-saddle seems even less safe than astride, but ... IT NEVER COMES UP. Kids new to riding brooms, other than Muggleborns or Halves raised Muggle style, should all be super uncomfortable in broom riding equipment. Also Witches SHOULD NOT BE RIDING BROOMS IN SKIRTS, regardless of which style the robes would be. Imagine the accident that leads to skin ripped away there. It cannot be rare, the magical world is full of easily remedied accidents - they're easily remedied, so why be smarter about anything?

So, here we are. A couple hundred young Witches are all racing to the Hogwarts Express bathrooms to pull trench coat robes on over their casual clothes, OR Muggleborn Wizards see no problem wearing dresses to their new, weirdo school up in the cold north.

(also, this is the universe JKR wrote - you think she's putting Wizards in dresses? I will accept that fandom is shifting it just to spit in her eye on the matter, but that's about the closest I can make any sense of it)

... why yes, I did just read another scene where the Witches all left the train cabin to change at the end of the trip, how did you guess?

[autisticlee]

I just had a school memory unlocked from a time a grown ass man, a teacher/principal sexulized me as a minor and blamed me for it.

when i was a teen, i tried very hard to be as feminine as I could to ~force myself to be a girl~ just to make everyone happy, since they were very unhappy with my boyish ways that didn't go away as i became a teen, like they expected would happen. so they bullied me into wearing a feminine mask, so to speak.

anyway, I dressed overly feminine for a few years and copied hayley from paramore as much as i possibly could, because i didnt know how to be a "girl" and she had a fun fashion sense and was very loved and adored. seemed like a winner, so i chose her to emulate. if you know her, you may know of her often wearing shorts with tights under them, and that became my go-to outfit choice for a few years in school. I didn't like having bare legs, so when it was hot out i'd wear shorts with tights or leggings under them (winter was bright color skinny jeans).

there was no rule against this in dress code. nothing about tights related to shorts. only that tights can't be snagged/ripped and you had to wear something over tights and leggings and they can't be worn as pants alone. also, shorts/skirts had to be finger tip length. which they were. i made sure all my shorts were long enough. they were tights like this with green denim shorts over them:

well, one day the principal randomly pulled me from my lunch table and took me to a quiet, secluded spot to complain about my outfit. "has no one told you what you're wearing is inappropriate? *gestures to my legs*"

me confused, replying ????no?? I've been wearing this for a few years. and him telling me to never come back to school wearing that again. I asked him why, but of course, he didn't have a real answer besides "it's not allowed," while staring at my legs the whole time. I said it's not in the rule book, i checked before wearing it, so he said something like it should be obvious that it's not allowed to purposely distract the boys and male teachers, that I was knowingly trying to attract them to me and be ~sexy- and that's not appropriate at school. 😬

I said I was just wearing what I wanted to for myself. because people complained I wasn't feminine enough, it was hot out, and i dont like to have bare legs showing??? why is the combination of shorts and tights bad?! the rules say leggings need to have shorts or skirts over them. I don't like skirts. I even showed him my shorts are the proper length. but he still decided I was trying to be a whore at school for some reason. 🤢🤢🤢🤢

i'm asexual. and the sex repulsed kind to top it off. the pure insinuation of such thing was enough to make me insanely nauseous.

I was very distracted and uncomfortable the rest of the day in every class. literally no one else was distracted by my COVERED LEGS, though, like that man claimed.

that was the only time i'd ever gotten any complaints or mention of my clothing in 3 years i'd been wearing that same kind of thing. no one else cared. it was the first time he'd even seen me! I felt so uncomfortable and the way he talked and stared felt so violating.

that was the final straw that broke my gender and caused me to go full transmasc mode at that time. I was so disgusted that trying to be a girl for everyone meant I was sexulized as a literal CHILD that I gave up. I only wore "boy" clothes after that and cut all my hair off.

fast forward, we had to do a final presentation before graduating and I learned he was one of the judges for that. we had a "professional dress code" we had to follow for it. girls were to wear nice dresses or skirts and guys button downs and ties and stuff like that. one girl (who I suspect was actually also closet trans, nb, or trans masc) got approval for girls to wear dress pants. so I wore the most boyish outfit I could. pants, button down, suit vest, and tie. basically just to spite that man and the gross way he talked and looked at me. I wasn't going to satisfy his weird need to sexualize teen girls. I can't remember his reaction because I had to focus on doing a presentation in front of a bunch of people and that was a pain in the ass. it was a sensory nightmare so my brain made that part foggy.

I basically stick with androgynous to this day, because of gross shit from men and boys like this who decided being a girl or feminine is a crime because it means you ~must be trying to attract them and make them suffer~ i'm uncomfortable exploring feminine things even if I want to. this is why it took so long to fully figure out and explore and come out with being nonbinary rather than trans masc. I have even more traumatic stories related to gross men who went after me and made me push femininity away as much as possible, like the freak that blamed me for making him be a pedo 🤢 but yeah, maybe those are for another day....

[villain-in-love]

Sorry this ask took a while to send, I've been busy deep cleaning the last few days! But in your other post you mentioned Monster High and Ever After High OCs/Self Inserts. I don't want to pressure you if you don'y want to ofc, but if you're comfortable with sharing them.. I'd love to know more about them!!

I don't know much about Ever After High myself. I watched a few webisodes on Youtube some time ago and then dropped it. But I've been thinking about picking it back up again because I love the fairytale setting. Plus the dolls look very cool design-wise! I think out of the character I've seen so far, Madeline might be my favourite :3

Also, do you perhaps collect any other doll lines? I also enjoy Living Dead Dolls, Bleeding Edge, Little Apple Dolls, ect. If you enjoy the gothic/alternative style of Monster High, I'd definetly recommend them!! Some of them are bit more gorey - but theres plenty of interesting characters.

Ever After High is a great doll line as well as a show with immaculate aesthetic and interesting concept. Personally, I still prefer Monster High over it, but I've seen people favour Ever After High because it has a serious main conflict that can be analysed on a deeper level. A lot of people tend to simplify the message to "rebels good, royals bad", but in reality, while rebels do end up being in the right, position of royals does make sense, their concerns are understandable and hold a certain weight, at the very least because the entire situation the characters are in is rather complicated.

Honestly, if we look behind the bright and pastel coloured fairy tale aesthetic, the way fairy tale society functions is borderline dystopian…

Anyways, I think I have more OCs here because with the whole premise of following or rejecting one's destiny as well as having characters represent different fairy tales, naturally, lot of ideas appear. And so my OCs are often just me playing with the possibilities of what kind relationship with their fairy tale roles different characters might have.

While she’s not my personal favourite, I respect everyone who likes Madeline, she’s pretty cool (I especially like her Legacy Day doll which is visibly inspired by Victorian fashion) Unfortunately, she often get reduced to a comic relief, but I believe she had much more to her character in books by Shannon Hale, which I didn't have a chance to read yet, but I’m planning on doing so.

By the way, I checked out the doll brands you listed, and turns out I already knew some of them. However, while I don’t mind gore, those are not exactly the type of dolls I’m interested in (mostly I just dislike child-like proportions). (Living Dead Dolls look pretty neat though) I guess I liked Monster High as fashion dolls specifically, and very elegant, elaborate and well-thought-out ones at that.

Aside from Monster High and Ever After High, I used to like Bratzillas. I know that some might say that they are just a Monster High rip-off, but even if they were heavily inspired by it, they were still good (well, I was simply excited to see another gothic fashion doll line). I’m still upset that the franchise was so short-lived and I wish I bought more of their dolls. At some point Once Upon a Zombie piqued my interest, but I got quickly disappointed in doll and animation quality.

Also I wanted to comment on your OCs, because I actually like your character ideas. I adore the pun that is Manita’s name, especially since it’s both a good joke and sounds similar to "manticore". I overall have a soft spot for characters that are man-eaters both figuratively and literally. Octavia is extremely cute, I think she’s my favourite here, and I would totally root for her and Twyla’s relationship if they were in a show together. Levi looks like an entertaining type of character, I wish I could see him (them?) in action.

I kinda want to bother you a bit more and ask about what kind of fashion styles your characters prefer wearing and what would be written in their “freaky flaw” part of the bio, but that’s up to you if you want to continue the conversation about OCs.

Anyways, going to my OCs. I must warn you, there's a whole lot of information. I feel kinda bad for not drawing them myself and using character makers to represent them instead, but depression is a bitch and so this is the best I can do currently.

So here are the character design concepts plus some notes I have about them:

Starting with my only Monster High OC who is also a self-insert. I still don't have a name for her, since I want it to be a pun like most of Monster High names are but I have no good ideas yet.

Heavily inspired by the song Necromancin Dancin by Bear Ghost.

She's a necromancer who was born in the middle of the 19th century and died young. However, in my lore necromancers themselves are undead as well and only “awaken” after their own death. And so the first dead body they learn to control is their own.

She actually started out as a villainous character who exploited other undead students using her powers, either to harm or to manipulate.

She has issues, okay? On the inside she’s just a cynical and hostile sociophobe with a “better be a bully than the one bullied” mindset, convinced that there’s no point in trying to make friends since everyone would hate her anyway.

Ends up going through a character development and redemption arc thanks to the power of friendship and acceptance because it’s Monster High we’re talking about.

She seems very cool and confident when she’s being mean, but she’s so painfully awkward when put in a friendly environment. She doesn’t know how to be nice, she’s afraid of making a wrong move and ruining everything again.

Has a good sense of humour, but it’s dark and sometimes downright rude or offensive, which often puts her in uncomfortable situations.

She’s adopted since her parents were regular humans and she long since outlived them. After their death another necromancer – who was her mentor – took her in.

Now this is Ekaterina Bayun, the daughter of the one and only Bayun Cat. She was sent to Ever After High to better get ready for taking her father's role, since she's the first ever person to replace the original Bayun Cat. Because her father is immortal, she's didn't have to do it and it was entirely her own decision, which made her somewhat famous in school, being that she’s the only fairy tale character’s descendant who was actually given a choice.

While Ekaterina counts as a "royal" simply by the virtue of choosing to take her parent's role in their fairy tale, her view on the royal vs rebel conflict is rather neutral. And if you ask her opinion, she thinks that humans of their world would benefit more from rebel’s movement than they would if everything stayed the same as it always was.

She's actually a big monstrous cat who is capable of transforming into a human-like form. She spends half of the time in her cat form and assumes human appearance when it’s more convenient.

Ekaterina takes villain classes since, while she’s not The Villain TM, she’s classified as a beast that usually antagonises heroes. Also she literally kills and feasts on human flesh and it kind of automatically puts her into “evil” category.

Very chill, very lazy, prone to sarcasm and snide remarks. Like every cat, Ekaterina subconsciously thinks of herself as superior to everyone else and doesn’t like following any rules she disagrees with.

She’s a great storyteller and a singer with low and slightly gravelly, but very attractive voice. However, she has to be careful with it as to not accidentally put the entire school to an endless sleep.

Ekaterina has got a creative streak and is pretty intelligent, so she’s also good at making up her own stories. Her favourite school subject is creative storytelling.

She couldn't care less about human etiquette or morality. She's nosy and impudent, and has a habit of wandering into places where she shouldn't be.

Mstislava The Wise – daughter of Vasilisa the Wise from “The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise”. Headstrong and prideful, she never wanted to accept the role of her mother, which is why her family sent her to Ever After High in hopes that she will be put in her place here and stop rebelling. But boy, if that wasn't the miscalculation of the century.

Mstislava is a hardcore russian woman – she will walk into the house on fire and stop the horse running at full gallop, looking fabulous while doing so. She’s talented and intelligent, and absolutely refuses to become an obedient and loving wife of some Ivan Tsarevich who will sit on his ass while she does all the work in their story, only to be denied credit later.

Just like all women of her bloodline, Mstislava is a powerful sorceress. She's a master of transfiguration who is closely connected to the forces of nature, plus she possesses an impressive collection of enchanted items. She's also implied to be not quite human.

She doesn’t actually hate being a princess, and she would love to become a queen, but she's willing to sacrifice her royal status for the sake of her freedom of choice... or just for the sake of making a point.

She threatens her family with magic or refusing to go home if they don't accept her wanting to write her own destiny. She either gets to become the queen on her own terms, of she will run away and become a wicked forest witch.

Despite how serious and intense she appears, Mstislava does have a mischievous side and sometimes uses her magic powers to play tricks on people.

Mstislava is good at poetry, but unlike what is expected of a princess, she’s a terrible musician. (And so Ekaterina proceeded to teach her how to rap to pass the Muse-ic class…)

She's hard-working, but she's also a night owl, so you can catch her angrily banging at the door where the party is going at night, complaining that they're disturbing her while she's trying to study.

She's actually Baba Yaga's distant relative, and Mstislava considers Yaga to be her role model.

Meowriel Savatier – daughter of the Puss in Boots. She's a natural born hero and a royal who is very excited about fulfilling her destiny, especially since her destiny is to be with and help her best friend Marquise de Carabas (she's in love with her but doesn't fully realize it yet).

She’s technically considered to be Marquise’s lady-in-waiting, but it’s not as obvious since they both treat each other as friends and equals, with Marquise being especially considerate, even though Meowriel herself still goes out of her way to please her.

She doesn't have many close people, but she's an incredibly loyal friend, even to the point of selflessness.

Meowriel is bold, energetic, and resourceful. She seems to be in high spirits all the time, having a plan for any occasion and never giving up.

She's an incredibly persuasive and charming opportunist.

She takes hero classes and is the best in the Dragon Slaying class, where she uses cunning tactics to succeed instead of trying to rely on brute force.

She's an example of a royal who is actually selfish. She genuinely wants to fulfil her destiny which will give her and her beloved Marquise a happy ending, while the rest of the royals and rebels can rip each other to pieces for all she cares.

She doesn't mind rebels, but only as long as it doesn't affect her own story. However, if someone in her story tries to rebel, she's willing to force them back into their role by trickery and manipulation.

Because every character cast needs a cheerful French with a bob cut and a sinister side.

Once I actually get to drawing her myself, I hope to make the design of her boots much more elaborate, since they are her character's signature piece.

Marquise de Carabas – daughter of the miller's youngest son from the story of the "Puss in Boots". Marquise wants to be an active character in her story and she's worried about her best friend having to do all the work for her. She feels that it's unfair that she doesn't have to do anything while Meowriel alone ensures their happy ending.

She's a bit spoiled, but I wouldn't say that she's entitled. More like she's not used to hard work and discomfort, all her life she didn't even have to lift a finger or deal with serious problems herself.

She loves art in all of its forms, so she wishes to keep living an easy and lavish lifestyle so that she could dedicate her time and effort to it.

She's not particularly skilled at writing, drawing, or singing but she doesn't let it stop her. She's got a good sense of aesthetic and yet unexplored theatrical talent. Also she's a great violinist.

She considers the possibility of rebelling, while she secretly tries to find the way to prevent her story from even starting. Just like in the case of Ashlynn Ella, Marquise is destined to lose her royal status and fall into poverty for her story to begin, and in the end she’s going to have to marry to become a princess again.

She has serious issues with having to marry a "designated" person as a part of her destiny, especially since she still didn’t even have a chance to meet them. She’s the type who can only fall in love with someone she already shares a deep bond that lasted for years, and there's exactly one person like this in her life...

However, seeing how excited Meowriel is about following her destiny, Marquise wonders if she should just give in to make her friend happy. After all, in their story they will stay together for ever after anyways, so it shouldn’t be that bad..?

Maybe it's because she's so observant, but Marquise can easily spot acting or lies. Bad acting irritates her.

She doesn't fully trust anyone except Meowriel because she's the only one who is always honest with her.

By the way, I'm still only figuring out her character, since she was recently revamped in design and I started over with her personality. I'm also currently thinking about possibly changing her name.

Hua Li Ming – daughter of Hua Mulan, raised both as a capable warrior and a perfect lady. She's torn between wanting to honour her family, both like her story and fairy tale society tells her, and being absolutely terrified of having to bear such responsibility and spend 12 years at war.

She's noble and prideful, so on one hand she considers it a honour to become the next Mulan. On the other hand, she hates herself for being reasonably scared and unwilling to fulfil her destiny.

I imagine it will get revealed when Darling Charming tells her that she's lucky for getting to be a warrior instead of a damsel in distress, causing Li Ming to snap and go into a full-blown "you know nothing" tirade.

Actually has to deal with the pressure of being both a soldier and a lady. It's not like she was given an opportunity to choose one or even reject both.

She's a royal who desperately wants to rebel but still can’t let go of the thought that it's somehow beneath her.

Everyone around her constantly going on about how she would make a perfect Mulan doesn’t help.

Soft-spoken but firm, knows her own worth.

Known for being well-mannered and highly disciplined, Li Ming is a pleasure to work with and is considered to be a great company.

This showcases her level of self-control, and unfortunately it also means that she’s used to repressing her feelings, especially negative ones, which doesn’t do her any good.

Does meticulous work like weaving and sewing to calm herself and sort out her thoughts.

Li Ming studied combat and the art of war ever since her childhood. She likes it all in theory, but she'd rather not have to use it.

Instead of serving her country as a soldier, she wishes she could prevent the war before it even starts.

Character makers used:

The first one

The one that is made in Ever After High style

The third one is Anime Avatar Maker found on Google Play

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Finally, I had enough. I threw on my cape and marched to the wizards office. The person at the front desk saw me in a rage and caste some transparent spell. Whatever, not my target. I couldn't care less if some nobody was terrified of me. Especially since this necklace made me look like a necrotic being to those who stood against the city. Who knew what that dickwad made happen to perceived threats.

I burst into the arch-mage’s study to find it empty. That made my irritation climb. However, his familiar, Steve, was purring on the desk. I could feel the spell to calm me down weave it's way through my body. The necklace worked with the spell, leaving me barely over upset, but still focused enough to get answers.

I glanced over to the wall of heros. I was the first girl the arch mage ever accepted. Before me were hundreds of people, all trying to do good. There was always two pictures of each, all of them with Steve, and most with their own style of weapons and armor. They all looked so cool, I couldn't help but to be jealous. Then I saw my picture. My first day on the job. I was so excited to have gotten the arch mages help, I didn't care that the armor was blister pink. I actually miss the normalcy of that armor, but my muscles had gotten too big to wear it. However, that was the only picture of me. We always took a new picture in whatever armor I got, so why only the one?

“Ah, Vendra,” the arch mage called. “Was there something wrong with your armor?” I spun to see the mage standing next to me.

“It's literally a belt and necklace. What's that going to protect?”

“Didn't you also get the ring?"

I stood flabbergasted. Do they not see what's wrong with it? How would a ring make anything better? Their eyes flashed briefly as they spotted their desk. On it was a garnet ring. The arch mage grabbed my hand and put it on me. For a moment I thought it was pure aesthetics. Then I felt they power for through my veins. I almost buckled under the sheer power of all these items.

“Ah much better. Off you go.”

“What‽ No! I'm not leaving until you tell me why!”

“Why what?" The arch mage questioned. There was a sparkle in their eyes, telling me they enjoyed this song and dance.

“How is any of this helpful? It doesn't protect anything!”

“Except your fashion sense.” I fixed a bored glare on them and waited. “You're wondering why I'm not giving you armor of the dragon slayer, aren't you?”

That armor was ripped to shreds, with the last hero still inside.

“Well, maybe not that one in particular, but something!”

“Giant's kin? Mirror's crux? Void armor?” Smashed. Melted. Missing.

“Anything that's not so... Odd!”

“Let me ask you something, do the goblins scare you?”

“No. But even they have better armor.” They nodded in agreement.

“What scares you?”

“The Knights of Avaridge.” They always showed up, six at a time, in dark red armor.

“What else?”

“Well, who's not afraid of a dragon. Oh, and Miss Gen.” I almost died twice while fighting her.

“Why does Miss Gen scare you? She doesn't wear armor.”

“Because she doesn't wear armor! I don't know what bags of tricks she has up her sleeve.”

“Here's the difference,” the arch mage said. They pointed at the wall. “You're alive. They're not. I can't give you their armor because it never made it back. One thing after another kept walking in and fighting them. Finally, something always got them. Chewed them up and spit them out. But you? You wear the armor I give you and throw something on top.”

“I could not wear nipple armor. Think of the children.”

“So you covered it up with a dress. The raiders laughed at you because of the dress, but didn't know how much power that armor possessed. Or my heatseeker armor? They always aimed for them blank spot on your chest.”

Oh! I could choreograph their moves. If they were after the hole in my chest plate, I could plan for their moves. Or the silver bikini. I used it to pretend I was a beach goer. I still used that set as underwear, in case something attacked me. I found usage in most of these things that wasn't apparent.

“You're hoping I stay unassuming,” I said. “So they let down their guard.”

“Or back off entirely. If you're not wearing armor, what tricks do you have?”

That's why I only had one picture. Those were the last suits the heroes wore. Truly awe inspiring work that incited challenge. I looked down at my clothes, the simple dress, leggings, and boots. My current armor was fashionable enough that no one noticed I was wearing the five pieces.

“This isn't enough,” I said suddenly. The arch mage sighed.

“Fine. I'll make you a coffin.”

“I was actually thinking some nice earrings,” I corrected. “Maybe to help with hearing and understanding? Buffs to my listening skill. Or maybe auto translator.”

The arch mage smiled. “I can do that.”

Then the door burst open. In the doorway stood the semitransparent secretary. “Miss Gen is back!”

“I'll be back for those earrings,” I promised.

“Go. I'll have them when you get back.”

You’re a female hero in a fantasy world, and you are annoyed. The wizards keep giving you enchanted armor with incredible stats, but it looks RIDICULOUS! This one has nipples! This one has a hole over your heart! This one is just a necklace and a belt! Would they please STOP IT!