#i am learning like. six languages lmao

[niramies-blog]

thinking of using tumblr to progress on language learning, not sure if i should just use this account, maybe tag for each language, or make separate accounts. thoughts?

[mysticstarlightduck]

Late Writeblr Intro!

Hello, friends!

I figured it was about time I made an actual blog intro of my own since I forgot to make one when I started this blog last year. Better late than never, lmao!

Pls, reblog, like, and/or reply to help boost the blog! 💕

Let's get started:

Personal Stuff! 💜🩶🖤

My name is Anna/Anya but you can call me Mystic, Ducky, or just Anya on this blog! My personal nickname is Ani and I adore it (:

I am an Asexual woman (my pronouns are she/her!) and I'm also personally an atheist who puts my faith in the spirits of Mother Nature, though I respect all other religions equally!

I'm Gen Z and Latina (Brazilian). I was raised bilingual (Brazilian Portuguese + English) and I love learning languages - currently, I'm working on learning French and Spanish! Career-wise I am studying in college to become a character designer and hopefully animator, as I want to pursue a career as an artist and writer! I also wish to have my WIPs published in the near future (:

Some fun facts about me!

My favorite shows are Critical Role, Game of Thrones, Castlevania, The Legend of Vox Machina (animated series), Star Wars, Voltron, The Dragon Prince, Avatar the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, and DC Comics content, as well as many more lmao. I love watching movies and series!

My favorite Vox Machina characters are Vax'ildan and Percy (:

I am a younger sister 💖

My hair is short and curly (pixie style, similar to the haircut Rapunzel has at the end of the Tangled movie!)

I adore listening to music, especially songs that can inspire me to write my WIPs! Playlists are a huge part of my writing process and something I really enjoy making.

I'm currently rereading Shadow and Bone (+ Six of Crows) and I am always looking for more good dark fantasy/historical fantasy books to read so book recs are always welcome! I also am a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series and Trials of Apollo (by Rick Riordan), though I'm usually more of a gritty/dark fantasy fan (like Game of Thrones)!

I have three dogs and two cats!😺🐶

I know how to play the piano, though I haven't done that in a while because things have been chaotic for me, but I'd like to start playing regularly again in my winter vacation.

I have worn glasses since I was 5 years old and have terrible eyesight without them (and some days with them, lol, so bear with me).

My friends and I are doing a DnD campaign every Sunday, where I play as a half-elf rogue named Aeryn (he/him). I'm adoring this adventure so far, it's so fun!!!

I love to bake and am rather good at it, but am a painfully average cook lmao (some specific recipes I make are actually rlly good, but it depends a lot on my mood and the 'alignment of the stars' lol)

I want to learn how to knit/crochet! 🧶

I'm a theater nerd and love musicals (:

About my Writing!🏹⌛

I write fictional works mostly in the genre of fantasy (high fantasy/epic fantasy/dark fantasy/historical fantasy/urban fantasy, etc. You name it!) and science fiction (space opera/cyberpunk/superhero, etc).

My works usually revolve around themes such as epic quests, secrets, adventure, rebels fighting an oppressive system, sibling bonds, acceptance/respect, outcasts, and much, much more! I love fluff and whump equally, and though my stories tend to focus on serious topics (or at least darker/heavier themes) within a fantasy/sci-fi setting, I like to have a good bit of humor, lighthearted fun, and comedy to my stories to lighten up the mood!

My main WIPs:

Song of Thorns

🌹WIP Intro: (here)🌹

Genre: dark fantasy, medieval fantasy, adventure/mystery, dark fairytale, eldritch horror (mild)

Style: Standalone (possible Trilogy)

Tags: #wip song of thorns #song of thorns

Short Summary/About: "A peasant girl moves with her siblings from her struggling seaside village to the kingdom's glittering floating capital, but after her older brother is kidnapped, she ends up discovering the dark, bloody secrets hiding behind the long-lasting royal family of the town and must team up with a young dhampir thief, the exiled prince, and a lonely druid girl to save the dying kingdom from this web of lies".

Supernova Initiative

🎇WIP Intro: (here) 🎇

Genre: space opera, adventure, exploration, laboratory whump, heist, thriller/mystery

Style: Episodic book series with an overarching plot (each chapter/group of chapters equivalent to an episode in a TV series)

Tags: #wip supernova initiative #supernova initiative

Short Summary/About: "A young intergalactic thief and his crew are captured after a heist gone wrong and forced to accept a strange deal - complete a mission for the Junction, retrieve important missing files, and get their freedom back. All the while that is happening, Jack Tithus, the protagonist, finds himself trapped as a test subject to an immoral, and elusive, man known as the Director."

Enchanted Illusions

💀 WIP Intro: (here)💀

Genre: Victorian fantasy, adventure, mystery, gothic fantasy, dark fantasy, crime-solving

Style: Possibly a trilogy

Tags: #wip enchanted illusions, #enchanted illusions

Short Summary/About: "On a magical setting inspired by Victorian times, a group of strangers and outcasts must work together to thwart a powerful secret organization and stop a murder spree that could lead to another civil war between myths and humans."

Of Starlight and Beasts

✨⚔️WIP Intro: (here)⚔️✨

Genre: medieval fantasy, epic fantasy, adventure/quest, dark fairytale, sword and sorcery, prophecies

Style: Book Series

Tags: #wip of starlight and beasts, #enchanted illusions

Short Summary/About: "A young knight in training and an amnesiac star mage embark on a quest to prevent an ancient prophecy from coming to fruition as a vengeful sorceress queen's army marches relentlessly onto their land with the intent to destroy all their kingdom has built."

The Last Wrath

🔥⚔️WIP Intro: to be made...⚔️🔥

Genre: dark fantasy, warfare, political intrigue, espionage, adventure/quest, medieval fantasy, whump

Style: Book Series (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip the last wrath, #the last wrath

Short Summary/About: "In a land torn by an ancient war between two sides of a continent, a mageborn girl finds herself trapped amid the bloodshed after her past comes back to haunt her and her family. Now, stopping the war may be the only chance she still has to survive."

Tales of Wilted Flowers

🥀WIP Intro: to be made...🪻

Genre: RPG-inspired fantasy, high fantasy, adventure, fairytale, epic quest, heist story, whump, light fantasy

Style: Trilogy (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip tales of wilted flowers #tales of wilted flowers

Short Summary/About - "A group of youths rejected and betrayed by society in many different ways come together due to unexpected circumstances and must rely on each other to prevent the kingdom's corrupt Head Sorcerer and the King from reviving an ancient evil."

Realms of Loss

🍂WIP Intro: (here)🍂

Genre: dark fantasy, warfare, medieval fantasy, high fantasy, ancient times fantasy, Viking-inspired, prophecies & curses

Style: Book Series (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip realms of loss #realms of loss

Short Summary/About - "In a continent destroyed by the fall of the Old Gods, and trapped in an endless toil for survival, a cocky young prince discovers his role in an ancient prophecy after his brother, the King, is murdered and assassins come for him too. Running away into the forsaken land beyond the walls of his kingdom, he'll have to learn to be a leader and save his people as a dead, murderous God awakens."

Mutant Inquiries/Open Secret Files

🤖 WIP Intro: to be made..🤖

Genre: superhero, cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian, science fiction, urban fantasy

Style: Episodic Series, still in development

Tags: #wip mutant inquiries #wip open secret files #mutant inquiries #open secret files

Short Summary/About: "In a dystopian, high-tech future, a group of mutant teenagers become vigilantes and crime fighters to rebel against the oppressive government regime and survive their crime-ridden city."

I have a few other smaller-scale WIPs I occasionally, less frequently work on, such as Lies Untold and Jade Ruins, but those up above are the main ones that I wish to publish. I've also got a big, secret extra WIP I'm working on for fun and will share it with you guys soon!

[coolingrosa]

ooooooo i love rs!ink he's so cute......could you, perhaps, speak about him a little more?? (I've heard he's very similar to Lilo too, would love to hear about his childhood a lil' bit more👀)

Sure! This gives me a chance to also say publicly that RoseVerse!Ink is CANONICALLY AUTISTIC. I stated this in the QNA livestream I did a while back, but I know not everyone watched that as it was mostly chaos. Most characters in Roseverse are not giving canon mental illnesses or mental disorders because anyone can project themselves onto these characters and find traits they can relate to. For example, Killer has no canon mental disorder and is only based on my experience as a 15 year old. Whatever you see fit to fit his mental health is uo to viewer interpretation. But Ink is one of the few exceptions to this as he is canonically autistic.

Now with that out of the way, what was Ink’s childhood like? This will be long!! Prepare!

Ink was created at three years old and was nonverbal up until he was seven. He hardly used sign language besides signing to show he was hungry, he wanted more of something, or to say yes or no. Error and Nightmare were always worried about this, and they did not have the resources to see a doctor to have help in figuring out why Ink wasn’t talking. They had to do with what they could, and learned to work with Ink’s lack of speech. He is capable of more sign language, and does use it when he wants to have a conversation, but that is not until he gets closer to six, where he gets more interested in joining in on talks.

Ink from the ages of 3-5 was very all over the place. He was blunt, and had many outbursts and meltdowns due to Error and Nightmare simply not knowing how to handle an autistic child. While he could not verbally communicate, he would get very frustrated if he wasn’t understood, and often resorted to tantrums and throwing his toys or food when he would want something and Error and Nightmare had no idea what to supply. He also was touch repulsed between the ages of 4-6, and preferred to do his own thing. He’d ignore when people would try to talk to him if he wasn’t in the mood for it, and Error and Nightmare learned to leave it at that. What he tended to do was draw, finger paint, solo play with toys, and sort things. Error once stole him many markers, and rather than jump to draw, he spent hours reorganizing them over and over into different shades and colors. (Based on a experience of my own childhood lol)

Error and Nightmare worked with Ink’s needs and unintentionally created a household perfect for neurodivergent children. The lights were dim, safe food was always in stock, loud noises were kept to a minimum, and Ink was given headphones and comfortable clothes to help his meltdowns.

When he hit seven, he finally started to speak verbally, and then never shut up LMAO. He also became hungry for touch, and was often jumping at Nightmare at random (since he knew Error couldn’t handle it) and climbing all over him. While with Error, he always made his presence known before latching on and not letting go for hours. However, he tended to like Nightmare’s hugs the most, since he’d place his tentacles over him and make a little cocoon of safety. This is also when he got the burst of curiosity for the outside and would run through the woods and grab random animals from trees and bring them home (much to Error’s horror). Think Ame from Wolf Children. That was very much how he was. A wild child who was always getting cuts and bruises but smiling big. Once, he even snapped his arm falling from a tree while in the care of Reaper, and Nightmare and Error couldn’t heal him enough. He forever sports a scar on his arm but continues to climb trees anyways.

When he got a bit older, ages 9-10, he mellowed out a bit with the understanding of his powers. Nightmare helped him a lot with the control of his abilities and magic, and with that came maturity and peace. He preferred to keep the house tidy and fetch dinner still, but in a much calmer way. He’d go out and catch fish or use his magic to catch squirrels. He’d always come home at a good time and would help Errror around the house. He wasn’t as loud and excitable, especially since he became aware of who he was supposed to be at ten, and had to come to terms with the fact that Error was meant to be his competitor, and they were breaking those rules.

Overall, he grows a lot and becomes a child Error and Nightmare are proud of.

Then, on his eleventh birthday, he disappears.

Tragic, truly. It’s a mystery of what happened to the poor kid.

[hanabus-a]

some undergoing original projects that I've been hunking over instead of (staring at ongoing visdev projects since 2017), here we go i guess i guess:

Liar Service (temp name), language: English, medium: comic. Yuri romcom between an unhinged office worker and a... clown? Very clowncore although I've never consumed media with clowncore, I am appropriating clown culture. Progress: Got storyboard of first chapter done, there are some visdev I need to get over with although I'm happy with the current development right now! There's nothing to show off at the time except for recent WIP.

PAMELA, language: ENG or JPN depends on engine limitation, medium: visual novel. The name based on the flower thingy, probably a long-term project similar to the EVA comic in which it's going to take six years to get everything done lol. Mostly an idea I came up on a whim about magical boys and boring dating sim format in which I had to learn yu-ris engine for. YU-RIS engine is supeeeeeer fun though, I really want to play around with its existing features. Visual development is still in progress and I'm not comfortable to disclose about the characters + story on my public pages yet. I'm more worried about the amount of writings I will have to commit though.

Mushikou (full name 虫の子, but might rename it), language: ENG and/or JPN. medium: comic. I'm still at the stage of whether write the text in English (then having to change the name to Bug Child or something anglo-linguist), which is honestly, not my scene. Or write entirely in Japanese again and everyone be like "wow I don't understand but the art pretty" or something like that. My English writing skill only reserves for like... conversation and professional settings, not writing fiction and impose "voice" onto characters - This is why I can't roleplay lmao. We'll see once I get to the storyboard + experimental writing stage. Some visdev should be ready to show off maybe later this week.

If you like hearing me ramble I have a newsletter in which you can sign up for free, I should be writing a newsletter for 2024 soon... My last newsletters was like DECEMBER last year i think? Why am i so busy wtf.

[oodlyenough]

aa6-1 foreign turnabout

finished off DD last week and we're straight into soj.

i know the least about soj of any of the games probably, which is kind of nice because these later games really need the element of surprise they don't have a lot else lmao.

some thoughts on the tutorial case:

the good

this is a big visual upgrade from dual destinies (although i'm still unconvinced the games needed to move to 3d assets). phoenix's model looks better in ways i found hard to articulate until someone on twt pointed out SOJ gets rid of the bulky black outlines. it's so much smoother!

aside from the models, the sprite animations for the new characters are very detailed (almost too detailed... i mean do we need ninety animations per NPC? can we get some extra ones for phoenix lmao), i like how the UI has been refreshed to match khurain, overall it just looks more polished/complete than DD.

insight is new, and subject to suck more later lmao, but so far it's the best minigame since the magatama. both perceive and mood matrix suffer from being kind of nonsensical; it never stopped being goofy to me in DD that you just had interactions like "well i found the body and i was shocked" "UM ACTUALLY my robot says you were RED EMOJI FACE, so you're lying!" insight, on the other hand, is more based on logic/reason -- spot the contradiction, think through a couple different layers of info (rayfa's words vs what's on screen and what makes sense), etc. i also like the idea that the ghost witness isn't lying, you just have to interpret the memory -- it's a bit of a refreshing change from everyone just committing perjury 30000000 times.

the defense culpability act is very funny. i can't be mad at it because it is too funny. i think i should get to kill the prosecutor if i win.

also, maya having lived here for unspecified time period, surely being aware of the lawyer stuff and still inviting her best friend, ace attorney phoenix wright, is very hilarious. i hope edgeworth, academic of foreign legal systems, had a heart attack as soon as he heard where nick's vacation was

it is also funny to see supervillain payne. winston payne was just kind of an asshole and largely incompetent. gaspen is a supervillain who longs for murder. well, okay. why not i guess

the questionable

khura'in is but the latest in a long line of exciting AA countries that will have you asking "what are the geopolitics of this world?" and "...is this racist?"

it's really funny to me that the first culprit was a white guy on an eat pray love journey but that his eat pray love journey is totally incidental to the crime, apparently. khurain is apparently very welcoming to immigrants if one can become head monk guarding their sacred treasures after a mere six months, and payne is chief prosecutor after three.

it's also very funny that with his life potentially on the line, the only person phoenix is worried about is maya. i think there is an understandable in-game explanation, which is that you have to assume every game might have a new audience and that new audience has only been told of maya so far. but returning players who know he has a teenage daughter might uh. wonder.

the bad

i can sense that the more lore i learn about khurain the more racially uncomfortable i am going to become

the names are BRUTAL i wish they'd stop. i get that ace attorney always has silly goofy pun names. but i feel they're veering further and further from the... slightly more believable names into stuff that just sounds stupid, and man, trying to apply ace attorney pun name goofiness to names that are also supposed to be in a fake fictional language .... i mean it sounds like i'm reading racist jokes from the 90s. it's uncomfortable.

i also think khura'in lore is bound to upend or retcon the superior kurain village lore, which ruled in the trilogy and did not need expanding into a kingdom. isolated little village matriarchy of witch family that are constantly committing sorocide >>> whatever's about to happen here. it's great for rayfa that she does her lil dance for enrichment 2x a day to have temporary hallucinations in a pool of water, but maya crosses her fingers and shapeshifts. checkmate.

lastly, one thing i found myself thinking as i moderately enjoyed the tutorial case was that it was honestly kind of nice having a case scaled back. i can't shake the sense that three playables is just too much for these games; apollo was dead weight narratively in DD and i think athena is about to suffer that fate in SOJ. the character writing in these new games is just not strong enough to manage this many major characters and their whole entourages. the mistake of the original trilogy was accidentally setting a precedent for "new prosecutor every game, who is also our friend by the end :)". the main cast is so huge that most of them just end up stagnating or disappearing into the void or whatever; apollo and athena cannibalized each other's screentime in DD, athena usurped trucy, SOJ is introducing a whole whack of new characters to replace THOSE newbies... it's a lot. we don't need to reinvent the wheel every new game.

anyway... i know a little about 6-2 and i expect it to exacerbate a lot of these issues lmao.

[petrichoraline]

Hi Petri! 👋😊 I’m here to offer a distraction! (And cause I’m genuinely curious) Not to sound like an ignorant American 😬 but how did you learn English? Is it taught in schools in Italy? Like it’s just standard for people to be bilingual now? Or is it something you took extra classes for? Or did you grow up in an English speaking environment? How much English do you use in your daily life?

Ho imparato l’italiano all’università ma non lo uso tutti i giorni quindi l’ho dimenticato 😔

karen my love, first and foremost - thank you soo much for indulging me 🥰🥰🥰 the giffing process is kicking my ass right now so this is a breath of fresh air <33

i think i should immediately clarify - i am not italian! i'm assuming it's possible the misunderstanding happened because monica is? or maybe i said smth that could lead to that conclusion? anyways, i am eastern european and balkan, my first closer look at italian happened two days ago through a language learning app hahah

so, i don't know about italian schools, i would assume they also teach english just like ours do (i hope you forgive me trying to be vague about my nationality) but i cannot say with certainty. i've studied english all throughout school but i didn't become fluent because of it - most english classes in school are not nearly enough to make you good, whether it's the teachers or the study plans - it's just not it. this is why many of us were signed up for lessons as kids - i went to group lessons near school till the sixth grade. i took a pause because of school exams but never went back so all of my fluency now is a result of

1. english class in school

2. six years of private (group) english lessons (!!!)

3. all sorts of media - not only movies, music, books etc. the original language of which is english but also other foreign media in english -translated books, subtitled videos, explained lyrics (!!!)

4. talking to foreigners and friends in english

5. studying other languages through english - even while studying japanese in high school most if not all of our resources were in english, the sites we use, the textbooks - all of it (though there was this one textbook in vietnamese lol)

i'd say it's pretty standard for europeans to know english, a lot of us know three languages or more because they're close to ours. i personally don't but still, it is common. in school english was the basic foreign language and in middle school i chose russian as my second one. most people don't end up fluent in the language they choose in middle school (if they even choose any, you could do maths or smth else, i suppose schools are different) because we study it for three years only. i am not anywhere near fluent in russian lol

but language learning is a thing. my personal observations, though, are that people from my country aren't that good at english in general but maybe as a whole we're fine. a foreigner would make do around here especially speaking to younger people.

as for how much english i use - i use it daily lol, online i speak and read in english, the shows i watch are either in english or have english subtitles and i spend a lot of time on the computer. a lot of my personal vent monologues are in english (you know the ones where youre alone and decide its time to give a ted talk to no one in particular), even when i chat with irl friends we often use english because we're all fluent and we throw it in there, there's a lot of sentence frankensteining happening lol

thank you so much for asking!! if you have additional questions please hit me up, i am a yapper and you're giving me enrichment <33

also it's never too late to go back to italian you know 😗im just getting started and it's so interesting! (though confusing cause they also have gendered nouns but the genders don't match ours 😩lmao)

[vvelegrin]

i don't know, i feel like lately i've been getting better at... doing things that are difficult? not to sound like a toddler, but it's so fucking hard to get myself to do things, even if i desperately want to do them, and like yeah i know that's Executive Dysfunction, it's just very hard for me to wrap my head around. putting under a readmore because i'm just shooting my mouth in multi-paragraph format.

i have lately been able to brute force Activities with much more success. stimulant is a help, not so much in terms of direct cognitive functioning as much as indirectly by making me less devastatingly tired at all times. i still have little control over the direction of my focus and get stuck doing things a lot, both enjoyable things and unenjoyable things. and things that were enjoyable and then they eventually become unenjoyable and i still can't stop. and et cetera. i jokingly say free will is a sham, because it has always felt on various levels that i have somehow, physically and metaphysically and whatever, not had access to the same level of free will as my peers. shoutout to that person who posted their 'tourette's and free will' thesis online and altered my vocabulary on that front forever lmao.

but like... i've been doing pretty consistent work on some translation, and when i finish this piece i'll submit it and hopefully i'll be able to build my portfolio with a volunteering opportunity with this organization that will post my occasional translations of articles with my name attached. i've been playing chess (not well, I'll say, but i've been studying and practicing). i've finished a couple art pieces (small drawings mostly, except for the camel i whittled over many days and weeks!). been practicing arabic almost every day, and reading on grammar on days that i'm not directly practicing vocab and such. i took a six week intensive stats class during the summer and i worked my ass off and got a B+ (note that i hadn't taken any math class since literally a decade ago). i've stuck this master gardener program class through to the end, and i just need to finish my volunteering hours within the next year (that will absolutely Not be a problem) and i'll be a proper master gardener in my county. i've spent most saturday mornings (early because i am the earliest timezone lmao) this past year since about april, with a couple months' break, playing a logh strategy board game. i moved out and have been handling it.

i think, and i don't want to exaggerate, but like. i have been deeply affected in the past by failure and having to drop out of things or simply not do things because of overwhelm and inability to keep up. i missed out on being definitely cast in a college theater production because of dumb shit on my end. i made it onto an international model united nations team that was going to go to the czech republic and poland to compete, but had to drop. i was going to double major, but couldn't swing it. i took six years to do a bachelor's degree that normally takes people three (four, if they double major), and did a summer language immersion program that i was burnt out so spectacularly by that i was paying for it for YEARS after. i spent all that time literally surviving that i learned approximately no arabic. definitely didn't go to jordan the year after that to study like literally everyone else in my program. all of the volunteer and internship opportunities i could not follow through upon because i simply COULD not, physically or mentally, do them.

i don't know, people are always like 'you've accomplished so much!' which like, yeah, i've definitely accomplished things, i never mean to discount the things i've done! but people have always said so as if it cancels out the devastation of being so close with these other things that i desperately wanted to do and almost did but then didn't because of various internal reasons. and then the feeling, simply out of habit, that, oh, why bother with this thing, you're not going to make it through. there's also a certain patronizing tone that people couch their words with when talking to me about, oh, sweaty, remember that you have your problems. you have SUCH a beautiful brain and i can tell how soooo smart you are as you struggle to communicate with your words. I'll Fucking Kill You With My Hands.

but. anyway. this is the first time i've ever felt like i've come close to actually thriving, despite some troubles with health that are going to come occasionally in inevitable waves, but i got through it. i supported myself financially, and i am living my life on this wretched and beautiful earth.

i changed the goalpost of this from 'doing immediately effortful things' and 'accomplishing goals' but honestly they're in the same enough vein that they occupy the same part of my heart, which is hopefully beginning to fuckin heal after the constant and pervasive disappointment in myself lmao. and some of that is learning to not be disappointed in myself, i guess. things happen, and there are people who have it worse than i've described above, certainly. i've been putting together some grad school apps, so here's to trying again at some shit because i am allowed to and because i probably have the ability to do it.

[shitouttabuck]

I don't know this may be all over the place but. thank you thank you thank you. I don't know if you meant to code buck as BPD in love you like a dog but I nearly fucking cried at how the way that he loves, all intense and so much it feels like it'll drown you and everyone else, was so relatable to me and how it was never "oh actually you're totally normal" or "here's how he learns to ~express it right~" he's just fucking allowed to be HIM. he found people who LIKED that. it means so much to me, truely.

anon it’s six am i’ve just woken up nervous as hell after posting that fic and this made me BURST INTO TEARS because i think a lot of this particular fic is me projecting even if i tried to make it true to character because i do think i share a lot of things with buck that are not necessarily the things he likes about himself and iiiiii have bpd lmao !!!!! so that wasn’t intentional but. i guess inevitable with how much of my own love language i was writing in there? oof. big fat hug. i’m really glad this resonated with you and thank you so bad for pointing this out because you’ve made it a little more special for me!

[wisteria-lodge]

bird primary (badger system) + bird secondary

Hi Wisteria! I'm sorry to add to the mayhem that is your ask box, but I'd love it if you could sort me. Warning: I'm a former gifted kid with social anxiety disorder (and probably some mystery flavor of neurodivergence), so some of that might be more prevalent in my explanation than my actual personality and such. Sorry for that in advance... and onto the word vomit.

a burnt secondary I see

(or not - that's just my little joke that apologizing in asks and burnt secondaries go together)

I know I'm sort of Idealist primary, since I've never really been attached to people the way Loyalists are described to be, but maybe I'm not seeing things objectively. We'll see.

I was very, very into books as a kid. My area of giftedness is language so I guess that kinda makes sense. I read a lot of fantasy growing up, but I especially liked books about history like the Magic Treehouse or Royal Diaries series because I was learning things about the real world. Like, knowing random facts about history and culture was kinda cool. I read books about how babies were made, different breeds of dogs and how they were bred, Greek mythology, and a whole lot more. My family called me a walking encyclopedia cause sometimes I'd just blurt out random facts about things, like how fish was "brain food" because the fatty acids in it help with memory. I was six.

I'm very much a Built secondary. I didn't like going into things without a game plan. I think my best example I bought a book called A Girl's Guide to Starting Middle School

oh my god I remember that book!!!!! oh that's nostalgic.

so that I could have an idea of what middle school would be like so I could plan what to wear, how to go about my classes, and how to make friends. It could've also been the social anxiety starting to form, but I still find this hilarious. I enjoyed being in Girl Scouts because it taught me skills such as woodworking and first aid that actually proved to be helpful later. The troop was cool too, but I was there to learn how to show off, lmao.

So we've either got a Bird secondary, or a beloved Bird model.

I assumed a mom/therapist friend role in most friend groups and naturally gravitated toward positions of leadership as well. I was good at getting to the root of issues and figuring out where to go from there. My friends had me playing middle man between them and another friend or their partner veryyy often.

And now this is starting to sound badger secondary to me. Solving problems by leveraging the groups.

I was co-editor of my middle school yearbook, leader and researcher of every group project I was in, and a part-time basketball coach during my first year of college.

I know you say you don't think you're a loyalist, but I am noticing you are bringing up a LOT of groups. Your friends, your girl scout troop, the yearbook, the basketball team...

Imposter syndrome got the better of me that time, though.

I mean, imposter syndrome is just *a thing* but I do sort of wonder if maybe your primary got a little bit Burned. Just a light char.

I care a whole lot about social issues and progressive action. I try my best to lead with empathy and understanding before anything else.

Sounding a little bit Badger primary there...

I know I shouldn't be racist, but why? I know I shouldn't be misogynistic, but why? I know I shouldn't be homophobic, but why? And once I figure all of that out, what do each of those look like in real time and how do I fix it?

... and then you hit me with the Bird. I'm going to be very surprised if you don't end up being a Bird primary.

My moral system could also appear very Badger at times as well. Accepting individuals for the sake of the individual is my main principle, as the well as the classic "treat others the way you want to be treated." This is why I dislike greed, arrogance, self-righteousness, etc.: they all lead to an unfair treatment of others, treatment of others that one wouldn't want turned back on themselves. I also believe in inclusivity, whether that be of different neurodivergencies, disabilities, races, sexualities, gender identities, you name it.

You're a Bird primary who's built a Badger-flavored system.

Another weird thing I noticed that I've done growing up is be comfortable alone as long as I didn't have to compromise who I was. It sucked to be made fun of for my interests sometimes, sure, but it always felt equally as stupid and degrading to stop doing something because someone else said so. What was the point of winning their approval and getting to hang out with them if I didn't get to do anything I wanted anyway?

Very much an idealist stance to take. I guess it's possible that you're a very intellectual Lion who has intellectualize their moral position... but I'm still leaning Bird.

If I was in a serious mood but the group I was with was more loud, I didn't feel the need to try to act more energetic. I contributed to the conversations in my own way. I think some people perceive this as awkward, and in some cases it probably is more awkward not to just adapt, but it's not my natural inclination to do so.

Hmm. That makes me think that you're not a Badger. A young Badger would have been at least tempted to mirror a little bit. I think it's possible that you've built a Badger secondary model... but more likely that the loud Badger of your system has just sort of seeped into the way you interact with the world.

That's all I can really think of at the moment... let me know what you think!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hellooo id like to request matchups for Genshin Impact, MHA and Obey me! One of the brothers for Obey Me and a boi for the other two if thats okay <33

General stuff/Appearance

The names Jade, I'm female (she/her), 17 years old, straight, zodiac is pisces and mbti is intp. Im relatively short (160cm, idk what that is in feet Im European :,)) maybe 5'3??)). My parents are from Turkey but I was born in Austria so somehow I can speak 6 languages now- My skin tone is comparable to toast (lmao its a bit darker then toast but i am pretty pale), I have a diamond shaped head with sharp facial features, my hair is straight and dark brown with lighter variations in certain hair parts. I tie 'em up in a loose ponytail often tho. I let my shorter hair strains at the front do their own thingy, it's more fun xD. Brown eyes, straight nose, thin lips- all that stuff. Body type is hourglass.

Personality

One will realize pretty quickly that I am in fact not normal lmao- i'm a bit weird but i'm living for it. I'd describe myself as rather introverted though I'm not shy or timid. I just like to relax and do things my way. I have a lot of pride and discipline as well and I'm very proud of that. I'm also pretty easy to talk to if I do say so myself and laid-back as well. I have a lot of acceptance and tolerance so I am not quick to make unreasonable decisions. I'm also funny apparently (my friend's opinion. Lazy too but we don't talk about that HA-) I can snap pretty spontaneously tho if you push the right buttons. I'm still working on the anger management xD

Interests/Hobbies

If you couldn't already tell by my ability to speak a lot of languages I am really interested in them. I love to learn new stuff and expand my knowledge in general- I also LOVE listening to music (my earphones are my bebes) and sometimes drawing is pretty tempting as well. Idk why but designing / decorating is something I tend to enjoy doing even though I don't realize it. Gardening is also a hobby of mine. (Just smaller note because of my dislikes- i have no dislikes in that sense but if id had to settle on one it would be people being late to meetings or events in general, like bro u had one job-)

Just a few more smaller facts- My love language is quality time and I'm not overly experienced when it comes to relationships. I'm also more on the giving end than on the receiving end- I have trouble accepting help and kindness from others but am willing to love the other person unconditionally if I get to initiate the affection. I tend to be drawn to people that are confident and know how to handle any kind of situation.

Thank you in case my request gets accepted <33 bye byeee~

Hi Jade! Oh my goodness six languages! I can only speak English and a tiny bit of Italian. I'm trying to learn Japanese but it's slow going. Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Diluc are the definition of the straightlaced and weird couple. Diluc doesn't let his hair down a whole lot so having you in his life definitely brings a lot of strange energy that he hasn't had since his childhood.

He wouldn't change that for the world though. He loves listening to you talk about your interests. They're so different from all the wine business he has to deal with on a daily basis so it's a nice break.

Would like it if you sent him song recommendations. He would like to expand his music tastes a bit.

He'll listen to everything you send him and give his comments the next time he sees you.

Diluc loves spending quality time with you. I see his love languages as quality time and physical touch (he's without a doubt touch starved, please give him hugs).

He knows what it's like to feel like you don't deserve affection but he'll try to help you feel better about accepting help and kindness. He's always going to be there for you if you need him.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Sero is the supportive person you need! He's going to support you unconditionally in everything you do. If he sees you need help but are struggling to ask for it, he'll approach you.

If you decline but he sees that you really wanted to say yes, he'll do little things to help out. Dinner? He's already cooking it, no need to worry. The laundry? He did that an hour ago. You want to go for a walk to clear your head? For sure!

Loves it when you speak in other languages. If you go off the headcannon that Sero speaks Spanish, he'd start replying to anything you say in another language in Spanish. Whether he understands what you've said or not, he's saying something back in Spanish.

Music is something that unites you. Please send him songs you like. He'll send some back!

Makes playlists for you that are combinations of his favourite songs, you favourites, and some that remain him of your relationship. They're his study playlists now.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Lucifer definitely knows how to speak a bunch of languages. He's been around for who knows how long. Chances are high he speaks the same languages you do, plus a few.

Loves talking to you in other languages when his brothers are around, especially if he knows they don't speak that language. It feels more intimate (and makes his pride blow up).

Please introduce him to gardening. He would find it relaxing and it's a good break from doing paperwork for days on end.

Also please introduce him to songs that came out a little more recently than the classical music he listens to. I think he'd be a fan of rock ballads and songs with the same vibe as "Line Without a Hook" by Ricky Montgomery.

Enjoys spending quality time with you. He needs a break sometimes and there's nothing quite like having a mid-afternoon nap with someone you care about.

Lucifer likes that you have a point where you will snap. It makes him more comfortable letting you roam around the Devildom. He knows you won't let some random demon walk all over you.

[roylustang]

how did i not know you lived in japan lol?? that’s so dope and tbh i’ve always thought abt doing a study abroad there since i took japanese classes 😅 i got held up pre covid cause my school required homestays with a program that felt super conservative…. anyway i’d love to know what your experiences as an english speaking person in japan have been like! esp if you can speak to the experience of being queer while navigating those identities

Boy how DID u not kno that I’ve been here for over a year and I talk about it all the time lmao. I also tried to study abroad here for a semester but didn’t get to bc of covid rip but it’s fine I’m here now 👌🏻

Since I live in the middle of nowhere pretty much no one speaks English. anytime I find someone that does speak decent English I’m like WHO R U but I speak bad intermediate Japanese so it’s p easy to get by. They always ask me if I have a point card at the grocery store (the grocery store in general is v overwhelming at first but it doesn’t actually take that long to get the hang of it tbh), they ask if I want a bag at family mart, I tell the gas people いっぱい/満タン　お願いします (they have full service gas stations which is wild) and then school is it’s own breed of language which I’m v good at understanding bc I’m around it every day obviously. I’ve also learned u really only need to know a few keywords when having a conversation u can figure out so much through context alone. Sometimes I only have to say like one word (like I said mikan zeri) and people know what I’m asking for (I knew the VP was saving my mikan jelly from lunch in the fridge for me bc I was working from home that day but it was Special Order and I wanted it). Sometimes (because there’s only 3 white people in this town) I don’t have to say anything at all I just show up at the doctors office say konnichiwa and they give me a cup to pee in bc I couldn’t do it six weeks earlier at my health check (bc period reasons). It’s kinda wild how u can communicate with people with just the bare minimum. I am known throughout the town as maddie-san or maddie-sensei if ur under 13 lol so when I sign in at the gym I only ever write my first name. The foreigners (all 5 of us) only ever write our first names at the gym bc no one else has a katakana name lol. It’s a bit strange bc since I’m white and I stick out everyone knows what my job is and what I do here but the people I actually talk to and stuff r v nice (old people r very nice and they LOVE to give u food esp mikans). Idk I could talk forever about this probably. It’s a lot different than living in a city where there are a lot more foreigners. Whenever I go to Kyoto and I see multiple white people im like omg white people 🤯 tbfh. I could talk about this forever lol

Also I don’t ever bring up being gay here. It doesn’t usually come up anyway and I think I’m on the aro/ace side of the spectrum anyway. But I do find it interesting the elementary and middle schoolers do get LGBT talks and speakers and whatever which is more than I could probably say for america. In general tho I’d say there’s definitely ignorance but they got the right spirit. This towns mostly old people tho so idk how the old people feel about it. Don’t b trans here (in japan in general) tho if u want to legally change ur gender u have to be sterilized which is super fucked up.

[itssideria]

14 n 17 catsmile

REN HI!!!

14 - What is your opinion on poetry?

well, wow! this question doesn't feel suspisciously on-brand for you at all! /aff

i love poetry :) i love the art of it and the ten million things it can discuss and how difficult it is and how a good poem can make my heart just stop it's so!!! english was my favorite class at school—analysis was genuinely the most fun thing to 16 year old me which made me one of the biggest nerds in my year LMAO. and ARABIC POETRY!!! arabic poetry oh my darling i hold her so so close to my heart—the rhyme scheme? the metaphors?? the fuckin imagery of it all? i wish we'd learned it more. i write loads of poems in english, but it kinda sucks that i can't do it in my own language. gonna learn one day though poetry i love her more than anything

17 - Who is your favourite author?

this is one of those where i feel like i'm not qualified to answer properly. i am still very, very slowly getting back into reading original published literature, but while i'm at it, i've been obsessively rereading the six of crows duology this past week and like. leigh bardugo oh my GOD i would die for you. i could analyse her style and plot and worldbuilding for hours. she is fucking SKILLED and it shows—her writing is cinematic and breathtaking and keeps me hooked for every single scene, her crows make me feel an ungodly amount of emotion, her PLOT STRUCTURE???? oh what i wouldn't give to be able to string a story like that

if we're including less traditional forms or writing, though? i have so many fanfic authors who's work i adore. choosing a favorite would be ridiculous, but off the top of my head—virgil cacowhistle, roxy thanotaphobia, emily residenthesitant, grey greyquills, khio n dee hoorayy, and!! a certain person who goes by ren zrenia :) ive learned so much from reading their work and studying it and just. Writing trying to emulate it, yknow??

[sourpeachpit]

As much as I love writing (and writing, and writing, and writing) the worldbuilding of my thing I have to say one of the more satisfying things to do when fantasy worldbuilding is pointedly making it so you don't have to write something.

Y'all think I'm gonna make maps?? I look like a cartographer to you? Fuck no, I ain't doing that shit, I'm handwaving it off with "the geography doesn't really work right here." Same with the passage of time. It's morning when you wake up, don't worry about it. Sure all these fantasy countries have their own languages. But am I gonna show them to the reader? Absolutely the fuck not lmao

Besides, how the fuck am I gonna have time to learn cartography or create languages or figure out borders when I have to create at least two traditional Fae martial arts, figure out how to synergize that with western-style boxing, relearn abstract algebra for fractal renders, and design six nations' worth of fashion and styles over the past 500 or so years?? And all this for a porn comic!! I gotta pick my battles, honey.

[moyazaika]

im currently in love with all of your oc's and just.. wow i don't think i've been like this before because i literally just binge read your entire masterlist LMAO

you just write them, well, rich and as a dude stuck in customer service it's my dream to be swept away by some rich guy 💀💀

i was curious too if you had any fun facts about any of them! like what's their favorite color? favorite food? how many languages do they speak? are they willing to learn darlings native language? (my first language is korean so im sorry if they're any grammar/spelling mistakes, english is hard haha)

take care! thank you for sharing your ocs with everyone!!

WHHHH thank you sm dude this is always so nice to hear !!! also your english is amazing so pls dont apologise ^^

and i am unfortunately a sucker for rich men. i think im self projecting into deadass everything i write ☠️☠️

quick fun facts on dean, harper, and val bc i barely talk about them ???

dean, the slasher.

dean can only speak english, despite being half west asian. but he's absolutely willing to learn ur language!!

his fic is set in the late 20th century, so cus tech's still pretty new (??) he's the yan most likely to whisk u away to a secret cabin in the woods with seventeen cats where ur likely to never be found again

he's old money, so bro's never worked a day in his life. from one of those filthy rich dysfunctional families whose kids end up being psychopaths. also why he's a literal slasher cus he knows he's above the law LOL

harper, the delinquent.

man this guy is such a bitch boy. can speak french and english, already learnt your native language before you even had ur first conversation cus he's devoted fr

fav food is anything you like cus he's braindead and he's literally one of those annoying people who copy everything u do and make it their whole personality trait like he won't like something until u like it. even if u say you love something he hates he's suddenly switching up.

touched on his delinquent haps in the fic but to delve deeper, he's pretty well respected in his scene. the sappy, whiny side to him you see? that's only for your eyes. to everyone else, it's a wonder you're still alive after rejecting his thirty-six confessions but hey, who's counting???

valentine

speaks vietnamese, and english fluently. can understand chinese, but not able to read or write it. learns your language when the two of you 'break up' in hopes of impressing u with it and getting back together with the 76 voicemails he leaves in your language, (despite u having him blocked) claiming how much he loves u. bro has the best poetic rizz as a writer.

his fav food is anything that reminds him of home, but also has a massive sweet tooth. think chè chuối and caramen hoa quả. his favourite colour is pink, because that was the colour of the sky the first time he ever saw you, when the sun was setting.

started off pretty average, but after the movies he writes for his director brother topped the box office multiple times, he's now living really well in the city of merit, which is a fictional city that feroze and kenji also live in canonically :) think like chongqiing vibes

[persephonaae]

Every single day I wish I was better at learning languages

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Widening Rift

So after having this outlined for probably half a year at this point, I finally fucking sat down and wrote down the idea I had for le@gu3 0f l3g3nd5 story I had. This somehow ended up being a 6.5k story I did in two sittings that I genuinely feel like unsure of how that happened or where the word count even went ajsjdsnjs. And I am a dumb whore who has absolutely been grabbed by the neck by both Ahri and Thresh’s spirit blossom designs cause they’re just so good,,, I lItereally have their official posters and their shared tote design that I absolutely love, plus fucking keychains and stickers abjsbjjdbjan. 

This story since was like written in a tired spree, is a bit silly throughout cause fun just being dumb lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy for like the three people who follow me and actually know le@gu3 lmao

Five rays of translucent light strike the ground as people manifest from said beams. Ten warriors are transported to do battle, a rigorous fight of five vs five. The purpose and reasoning for each hero to partake in such a battle unknown and unquestioned since it makes no sense within the extensive established lore, the five grouped heroes simply follow the usual process of each assigning an area to go to. Promptly after that, they each purchase some items to help them through the beginning stages of their match. Though a wrench is thrown in said process as a strange orb is forced upon the five champions by the ever silent shop owner. None of them speak for a while as they attempt to make sense of the strange situation.

“What the hell is this?” Kayn’s arms shift about in a flurry. A strange glowing orb in his hand, he inspects it at all angles. The wannabe emperor of the universe keeps at his search, as if the orb’s secrets were a glance away from discovery. His fluffy blue fohawk swishes from his perplexed movements. Kayn is outfitted in nothing but black: black coat that goes down to his knees, blacl harem pants, and black boots. The only color breaking up the monotony of black is his gold robotic left arm.

“Oh please, try not to let everyone else in on your idiocy,” A voice mentally speaks to Kayn. Kayn’s strange weapon contains the sealed away the malevolent dark star Rhaast.

Kayn decidedly ignores the insult for once. Unlike his companions who ignore it from being unable to hear the voice. Though his companions choose to speak up as well, Kayn’s outburst giving them confidence in speaking up.

“What’s this pathetic ball going to do? Cushion my opponent’s fall,” Blessed with the Obsidian Dragon’s powers, Sett bounces his strange orb in his hand. His powerful biceps flex with each bored toss. Proud of his body, Sett is shirtless for the most part, his defined six pack and jutting chest visible. A metallic gold coat is the only thing that covers his upper body. His black pants go barely below his knees, his feet covered in only stirrup socks. His hair jet black, gold horns protrude from his head, marking him as one blessed by the dragons. His already meager attention to the orb is turned away as someone taps his arm.

Aphelios having grabbed the much larger man's attention, he furiously signs away. Descended from the Bull God, Aphelios also sports a pair of horns. His resembling a bull, the orange horns are speckled with yellow at the top for a nice contrast with his dark blue hair. Properly dressed, he wears a black jacket over a rich red shirt paired with black pants. Aphelios tries to convey his sister’s findings to the rest of the team, the two of them able to communicate telepathically even despite the long distance separating the two.

“Hey, I never really got the chance to learn sign language or anything,” Sett apologizes to the thin, shorter man. “You two know anything?” Decidedly ignoring the now muttering and speaking to himself Kayn, Sett points at the other two members of the team.

“Hmm, oh!” Pink fox ears twitch in Sett and Aphelios’s direction. Off to the side, one of the afterlife’s guides stands next to her fellow guide. Ahri pays attention as Aphelios signs to her. Though his words are directed more to the person standing beside Ahri. Ahri’s cheerful voice sounds out as she understands him. “You’re right!”

Kayn abruptly ends his conversion with Rhaast. Aphelios’ eyes widen, waiting for Ahri to confess. Sett remains unbothered by the whole situation.

“It does look like my orb,” Ahri a mage, an orb of pure magic follows her, the spirit able to manipulate it as she pleases. She brings the orb given to her by the shop next to her own, the two sharing a similar pale blue hue.

“That’s all your little outburst was? That they look the same,” Kayn tightly grips his own orb in his right hand.

“Regardless,” Thresh, the other guide of the afterlife, steps between the two. “We have a match to win,” Several ponytails flow down past Thresh’s broad shoulders, the long purple locks of hair matched by similarly long bangs that frame the side of his face. “If we really wish to know what these do,” Thresh raises his orb in his hand, long nails clutching onto the object. “Then let’s have ourselves an experiment,” Thresh throws the orb at the unsuspecting Aphelios. His body slightly recoils from the impact.

“Well, he’s not dead,” Ahri’s nine tails swish behind her as she approaches the now irritated Aphelios, the still standing Aphelios backs away from her.

“He got,” Sett pauses. His brows furrow as his eyes confirm his thought. “fatter?” He rests a hand on Aphelios’ stomach. His torso once flat, there now rests a barely perceivable bit of pudge. Aphelios promptly smacks his arm away.

“Well ,then this is worthless. We better not lose from this pointless handicap,” Kayn heads off to the jungle. Though he makes sure to keep a distance from Thresh, Kayn walking beside Ahri. Sett glances at Thresh for a brief moment, cracking his knuckles with a grin. Though he walks away f4om the man, following Ahri as the two head towards the opposite side of the jungle to scout for Kayn. The rest of the team follows suit, each heading off to their position. Sett heads top, the capable fighter far away from the rest of the group and away from being able to really affect the tides of the match due to the rest of the team promptly forgetting that top lane exists. Ahri heads to the middle, her quick movement allowing her to reach her team quickly if need be. And to allow her the safety to quickly retreat despite that no longer being true with mages having poor items. Aphelios and Thresh head bottom, the ranged marksman needing Thresh to protect him if need be so that Aphelios may purchase better items later on and help carry the team but the support will either get all the glory or he’ll get flamed for the enemy support being way better than his support.

Aphelios still peeved from earlier, he makes no acknowledgment of Thresh as Thresh instead chooses to follow Kayn.

Thresh bares his pointed teeth as he makes his way behind Kayn. Everything working well so far, some alone time with Kayn was even better than he had expected. The two walk in silence as they head to a beast, Thresh decides to enact his plan the instant the two walk a sizable distance away from the rest of the team. “These aren’t worthless you know,” Kayn turns his head back, glaring at the spirit. “Such potential in these orbs. What good is even the most fearsome enemy when they can barely waddle towards you, much less swing a sword,”

“I have no use for such perverse tools,” Kayn’s orb in his coat pocket, both his hands hold onto his trusty scythe.

“These orbs are pointless. I'll kill whatever stands in my way. Including those troublesome spirits,” Rhaast speaks to Kayn.

“Ah, so that is indeed Rhaast you carry. How pathetic for him to rely on a human. And how pathetic of you to be fooled by him,”

“You can hear him?” No one ever able to hear the trapped dark spirit besides himself, Kayn’s eyes are wide as he stares at Thresh.

“You humans believe yourself above beings incomprehensible to you. Of course I can hear him, boy. I can hear all his pathetic comments as he clings to his hope of regaining his corporeal form. But I'm sure even you were aware of even that little,”

“Naturally,” The two’s wait not in vain, a beast appears before the two. Kayn slashes away with his scythe while Thresh backs him up with his hook. “But I will come out victorious and there is nothing you cosmic beings or spirits can do to stop me,”

“When did I claim to stop you on your petty little path to becoming emperor? I simply love seeing you mortals flail about through your meager lives. Whatever happens to this world, I shall always be waiting upon your death. Unlike Rhaast who wishes to cause it,”

“You claim yourself a spirit of death yet-” Rhaast always taunting and demeaning the human wielding him, their relationship was far from jovial. But to have his plan called out, he speaks up.

“Silence Rhaast!”

“Perhaps you should think more whenever your weapon decides to offer some advice. It might save you when the time comes where he attempts to take over your body. For it will come surely,” The beast nearly killed and his piece finished, Thresh walks off to rejoin Aphelios.

Ahri not too far away, she is all alone against her opponent. The once dead swordsman Yone is across from her.

“I would have expected The Kindred to have come for my soul, not the Gatekeeper,” Yone’s eyes never leave Ahri’s form. Even as he cuts down some minions keeping the two at a distance from each other.

“Thresh and I only guide spirits upon their death. Whatever we may do, we have no intention of interfering with Kindred’s job of bringing the dead to the afterlife. However upset they may be at your cheating,” Ahri gifted with magic, she casts her spells at a distance to simultaneously chip at Yone and finish off some minions. Adding to her assault is the extra orb beside her; without any hesitation, Ahri throws it at Yone interspersed between her spells so as to hide it. The shirtless warrior’s body plumps out bit by bit with each successful hit. Bandages wrapped around his fine figure, the material bulges out by the time he has a small tummy for a stomach, the same happening to the bandages around his once defined arms. Having a nonexistent ass like all male champions, Yone’s lower figure receives little benefit from his swelling figure. Not that anyone would be able to tell with his draped fabric covering most of his thighs and ass despite him wearing tight pants.

“I guess spirits have no sense of honor,” Yone grits his teeth as he feels a bit of jiggling in his gut as he swings his sword. His red mask blocks his eyes. Though it doesn’t stop the frown marring his face. “We were gifted such an item as well, but I have no intention of using such a thing,”

“Fine by me,” Ahri merely continues to pelt away at Yone to take advantage of her range. So much so that Yone eventually retreats. The blubbery swordsman’s back is now a bit wider from the pudge. Ahri out of mana, she retreats to recuperate it. By the time she returns, she growls from Yone’s purchase. A vampiric scepter. “Honor huh? Sure is honorable when you don’t have to worry about mana and now you can just heal up after my attacks even after I full combo you and use up half my mana,” Ahri mutters under her breath. Conserving her spells, Ahri focuses on only using the strange orb whenever she can aim at his pudgy figure.

Top lane is also stuck in a stalemate. The two champions respect each other for not having to face disgusting cheating ranged champions despite top lane as a whole being full of disgusting cheating champions. Gifted with a projectile, Darius and Sett forgo their usual tactics of sneaking in punches and swings at the other. Instead, they ignore farming like a support and throw their orbs at each other. Clearly not used to skill shots, they both miss most of their shots. The few that do manage to hit the other do have noticeable effects however. Sett’s herculean body loses its definition, a proud sixpack slowly becoming more and more faded with each hit. Darius donning a similar outfit to Aphelios due to being a protector of the Bull God, his pants slowly puff out from the surprising pear figure he begins to form. Both become hefty chubsters, sagging smackable guts jiggling from their calculated movement, doughy plush thighs rubbing against one another, soft plush arms containing jiggly bits of flab, widened rears that stretch the fabric of their pants, and squishy cheeks to top it off. So engrossed in their own battle, the two completely ignore the scuttle crab near them and subsequently, their jungler. Though that happens every time regardless.

Kayn having pathed his way top, he is currently faced with dealing with the opposing jungler.

“Well I’ll be,” The battle professor known as Graves keeps a sizable distance away from Kayn. The gunner reloads his barrel, stepping back as Kayn attempts to close the gap. “Mighty nice scythe you got there,” Graves aims to the left of Kayn. Graves shooting directly at him before, the mixup catches Kayn off guard. The explosive round grazes his robotic arm; physical harm avoided, he can still smell the slight tinge of metal mixed in with gunpowder. His arm feels a bit looser than he’d like.

“Just go in and kill him, you fool!” Rhaast finally speaks up after his silence from Thresh’s claims. “Sneak in through the wall and you’ll cut him off,”

Kayn blocks the next shot with his scythe. Damage sustained with no assistance in sight, a direct approach would harm him even if he were to come out on top. The weight in his coat is suddenly monumental; the orb is in the air before he can fully realize. Graves not expecting a projectile from the melee champion, it makes full contact with the rugged academic. His vest has a slight puff from the effect.

“So you got one too, eh,” Graves reloads his gun once more but with the orb instead. Even as Kayn hastily retreats, his shot manages to hit its mark.

Back in the safety of his side of the jungle, Kayn grimaces. His hand on his stomach, he can feel the ever slight poundage from the orb. And he can feel a slight sear from where it hit grazed his shoulder, the improvised bullet much more damaging than a regular one. Seeing Grave’s applied usage of it gives Kayn some ideas for the future, the orb perhaps being worth something more than mere devious fantasies. Soon after, his attention shifts back to slaying the other scuttle, Graves occupied taking the one near top after making Kayn retreat.

Unlike the other two lanes, the bottom lane is unevenly matched. A 2v2, Thresh and Aphelios manage to avoid most of their opponents' attacks. Thresh dominates the entire area with the ever looming threat of his hook. Both Ezreal and Xerath keep as far a distance as possible. Such a thing is far easier for Xerath of the Arcane, the horned mage able to cast spells from a far more considerable distance than most mages. Ezreal not so lucky, the marksman tries his best to stay safe. The effects are apparent on his figure with having to worry about attacks from more than one person. Rather heavyset, his soft pale gut manages to sneak out the bottom of his white v neck. The collar being pretty low, the upper bit of his puffy breasts are also visible. His heavy brown jacket fits him snugly from his added width. Blue jeans versatile for exploring, the once well fitted jeans are clearly fitted for a figure a few pant sizes below. His jeans are undone from the button popping some time ago.

“Is that all you got!” Panting from exertion, Ezreal’s body heaves up and down with each laborious breath. “I could take on all five of you right now!” Unwilling to ever shut up, Ezreal laughs as Thresh aims his hook at him. Gone in the blink of a second, Ezreal’s body is bathed in light before he teleports a good few feet to the right. Right in front of Thresh’s hook. Having teleported for no reason when he was behind a minion and thus Thresh was unable to hook him anyway, the cocky marksman had been caught by Thresh.

“Perhaps you might need some more convincing to quit your useless prattling,” Stuck hearing Ezreal’s non stop irritating jokes and insults, the spirit grabs him by the arm. “Unless your support has any objections?”

“Smite that pathetic mascot character!” Xerath shouts from a distance, untrusting of Thresh.

“Oh no, smiting is such an antiquated punishment. Countless physical blows all blend in after some time. I have a more enticing punishment,” Thresh commands his lantern to float in the air, his now free hand holding his orb. “Why don’t we find out what will happen, hmm?” Thresh slowly brings his orb to the now screaming and thrashing Ezreal. Though his efforts are in vain; Thresh’s grip on his arm is held tight along with the chains of his hook constricting Ezreal.

Aphelios’ gun raised, the weapon shakes. He has it aimed at Thresh’s back. His own breathing feels suffocative. His eyes shift between the all too eager Thresh and the panicking Ezreal.

“Worried for the enemy, my dear Aphelios? Tell me, will you really shoot me when I have a perfectly good shield right in my hand?” Thresh speaks to Aphelios without turning back. “Why don’t you worry about Kayn? Surely he could use your assistance once Graves shows up. I can’t let such precious specimen let themselves be tarnished too much before we meet in the afterlife,”

The dirt crumbles under his feet as Aphelios instead stands firm and remains still. His knuckles turn a pale white. Weighing his options, he decides to look for some moment of vulnerability, Thresh too much of a showman.

“No matter,” Without so much as another word, he shoves the orb into Ezreal’s mouth. Resistance obviously met, Thresh holds his hand firmly on Ezreal’s mouth even as his feet pathetically kick in the air. Ezreal’s nose flares out from his breaths. Eye clamped shut, his screams become muffled as Thresh unrelents. His mouth forced painfully wide, he soon begins to splutter as the orb begins its descent down his gullet. Thresh promptly tosses Ezreal back onto the ground. On all fours, the overweight adventurer heaves.

“You fool, your body has absorbed the magic, there’s nothing you can do at this point,” Xerath keeps his eyes on Ezreal’s portly form.

“See? Was that so dreadful? Grinning from ear to ear, Thresh’s maniacal grin somehow grows even more wild as the effects begin to show on Ezreal’s body. He attempts a purposefully poor mockery of innocence. “What’s this?”

“Ugh,” Ezreal shakily stands up, his thighs quivering from the effort. He covers his mouth with his fist as a burp escapes him.

“Perhaps its effect was getting you to shut up,” Thresh gleefully watches; he spares a singular second to glance at the bushes near them, someone apparently watching.

“I’ll,,,:” Ezreal’s body burns all over. A furnace seemingly roars in his gut, the rest of his body suffering heat worse than Shurima’s desert. “I’ll get you,” Each word comes out in pauses. Ezreal makes his way to the wall, placing a heavy hand against it to support himself as he bends over. He groans as his body heat picks up even further.

“Time for his great metamorphosis,” Thresh is far too eager compared to the stunned Aphelios and the apprehensive Xerath.

Their eyes relaying the same information, the expected result is still shocking to the two. Ezreal promptly begins to blimp out from the orb’s magic being absorbed in his body. His bulging form makes even his heavyset self seem like a twig. Huffing and puffing, his chubby face fills out into two prominent jowls. The wide, flabby cheeks bloat out his face, Ezreal eyes downcast as he stares at his ballooning figure. Tears fill the silence, Ezreal’s clothes screaming from the overtaxing job of covering up his growing bulk. He winces as they seemingly wish to choke him to death, the seams of his jeans unwilling to give up. Pale puddles of flab poke and squish out from each tear, more following one after the other. His jiggly thighs turn into flabby adipose riddled columns. Pale flab digs into itself even as Ezreal slowly adjusts his legs. His gut droops on further down with each passing and growing moment. The saggy gut bulges forward as well as it blankets his bumpy thighs. The very center of his gut lurches a bit further down than the rest, a noticeable curve to his gut. The upper flab of his gut divides itself into its own smaller roll, Ezreal having a double gut. He sports two plush moobs for a chest, the two pillows sagging to the side to rest on his rolls. His arms caked in fat, the swaddled appendages are forced at an angle from his chest. Ezreal’s second and third chin puff out as he attempts to catch his breath from the overtaxation on his body. His ass the least affected, they still manage to hold some non insignificant girth to them, evident in how they jut behind him and have lost a good amount of definition from the fat piled onto it.

“Now, perhaps you might consider convincing your team to surrender?”

“I…” Ezreal groans as he considers his options. He slowly waddles back to Xerath before commenting further. Thresh allowing him to, Ezreal’s body sways to and fro with each wide waddle he’s forced to take from the fat cushioning his body. He takes some moments to regain his breath as he reaches Xerath, absolutely winded. Next to the twiggish Xerath, Ezreal is more than three times his width. “I'll get a tailor. Then, I’ll kick your ass,” He teleports back to base with a growling stomach.

“I’m sure you think differently?” Thresh grins at the annoyed Xerath.

“Even I must back off when outmatched,” Xerath fists clench.

“I see you two have done well,” Coming from the river, Kayn walks right past the bush without stepping in it. The jungler is now pear shaped from the various scuffles upon helping his team and from facing off Graves alone; he assesses the situation.

“Finally another. Your team may well be the victor, but know this,” Xerath points at Kayn. “You have no understanding of the power of these orbs. Much less the true idea of your teammates! They-”

Despite being under the safety of his own turret, the monologuing Xerath misses the rustling bush and the blur of movement coming from behind. A powerful spell hitting him, his words falter as he stares entranced by the caster. Unable to act of his own accord, he merely saunters towards Ahri even as she slings more spells his way. His body unable to take much more, he disappears in a burst of light to reform elsewhere.

“I brought a guest!” Dashing past Xerath as her spell ends, she ends up behind Thresh. “And this human doesn’t seem particularly happy,”

“Looks like the fox gives the hunter the slip,” Graves comes out where Ahri once was. Clearly hit by Ahri during the two’s chase, his vest bulges out from his tank of a belly. The fabric barely holds back the soft gut, his white button up valiantly doing the same even as the fabric widens up around the buttons and shows off his slightly hairy gut. His prominent thighs are encased in the fabric of his pants. “Four against one, huh,” His nose wrinkles. “I don’t like them odds. Go ahead and have whatever’s in my jungle. Not like I can do anything with my bottom lane losing like this,” Graves chooses to walk off.

“Well, looks like this match is decided. I’m heading back for some items in case,” Kayn turning back to their base, Aphelios rushes behind him. Ahri and Thresh instead turn their sights towards the middle lane.

“How has he fared?” The two making their way up the river, Thresh’s entire presence seems to change.

“There is a reason he’s the brother who died,” Ahri plays with both of the orbs, each moving in perfect harmony with one another. “And now that he’s been fattened up, he puts up even less of a fight,”

As the two reach the middle of the area, they decide to hide inside the bush. Yone absolutely massive, he still manages to pale in comparison to the superchub that is now Ezreal. Much like Ezreal, a fair portion of Yone’s weight had gone into his upper half for him to blossom into a sizable apple shaped chubster. Unable to have followed Ahri, he focuses on clearing the wave of minions as fast as possible. Unfortunately, his fastest is nothing but a tired few swings from his weight. The trained dual wielding swordsman seems like a novice with his wide dainty swings. Yone huffs. The bandages covering his abdomen and arms meant to be tightly wrapped around a lithe, muscular body, the fabric lies on the ground from coming undone from being unable to cover so much surface area. Yone’s vast, squishy gut sinks down past his crotch. The tanned flesh bounces with every laborious swing. His tits still hold a bit of shape and firmness. They rest on the upper shelf of his gut, each near the size of Yone’s head. Yone’s arms clearly affected from the growth, the two massive appendages sag and jostle a new way with each swing. The barrels for arms are larger than his own head; his upper arm so caked in fat, the cylindrical arm is much wider than his thinner forearm. Their resting position is forced at an awkward angle from his weight.

As Yone manages to clear the wave of minions and goes to back off, Ahri and Thresh come out of hiding. The two block his retreat, Yone raising his swords even as his breath comes out a bit more ragged than before. “So I see,,,” Yone takes his time recuperating his breath, his plump figure rising and falling. “The Collector is also a part of this twisted joke,”

“A joke?” Ahri chimes in for her associate. A small giggle escapes her. “Come on Yone, I think we all know you’re the joke,” Before Yone and even Thresh can perceive her movement, Ahri dashes behind Yone. “Let’s see you swing those swords of yours,”

Yone turns to swing at Ahri. He puts all his momentum into the swing, his arms requiring it with such limited movement. His swords meet nothing but the air.

“I guess that really is the best you can do,” Ahri behind him once more, her hands clamp onto his love handles. The roll of flab overflows from her hands. “Well, at least you make for a nice cushion,” She plays with Yone, shaking his stomach.

“Unhand me you-”

“Now now Yone,” Yone having his attention focused on Ahri, he failed to notice Thresh’s approaching steps. “How ill-tempered you are. Even after such a fine gift,” Thresh easily disarms Yone. He grabs the now unarmed Yone’s gut, massaging and rubbing the expansive gut.

“A-a gift?” Yone’s face is a vibrant, furious red. He barely holds back a choke of a moan as two pairs of hands explore his body all over.

“Your welcome,” Ahri whispers in his ear. She smacks his bulbous ass, the tight black fabric straining. She backs off from him. “We would help you out some more, but perhaps it might be best if you run off before The Kindred arrive,” Ahri suddenly rushes off, her nine tails bouncing behind her.

“Run along now,” Thresh pinches Yone’s breast before following Ahri at his own pace.

Yone left all alone, he grimaces from his new rotund figure. “I’d rather have been stabbed than this,” His gut in his hands, the ball of fat drops as he lets go of it, his entire figure jiggling. He sighs before waddling off to his own base.

Ahri bundles toward the top of the area. The river a usual sight for her at this point, she makes a quick turn left.

“You’re still here,” Kayn nonchalantly comments as he slays a beast. “So that damn team still hasn’t surrendered,” Still affected by the orb’s powers, Kayn for the most part only really has a starter belly. His doughy thighs are hidden by his puffed out pants while his ass is covered by his coat.

“We just need Darius now. The other poor mortals have given up fighting,”

“Then perhaps we’ll end this now,” Making his way top, he stops as Ahri stands in his way.

“We’ve got some other business to take care of first,”

“I have no intention of taking orders from anyone,”

“She didn’t mean you, mortal,” Thresh makes his presence known. He stands behind Ahri, the two spirits smiling down at him.

“Now you will learn your mistake of trusting these spirits,” Rhaast taunts Kayn, the dark star talking for the first time in several minutes before going quiet once more.

A pit forms in the bottom of Kayn’s gut. His eyes refuse to budge from Ahri and Thresh’s direction. Ready to dash away, his legs remain fixed to the ground. “Wh-”

“It won’t be so bad,” Ahri’s voice echoes in his head. His eyes droop as he takes a few steps towards her. He remains still as she presses her orb against him.

Contact held, his body slowly begins to swell out from the energy. His thighs bulge out, the two of them becoming larger than his once trim torso was. The waistband of his pants buckles from his growing waist before the button comes undone by itself. His little belly slowly grows into a nice round gut that sags slightly past the waistband. His chest softens into a perfectly grabbable pair of tits. A defined arm becomes a container of flab.

Having grown decently in such a short amount of time, Ahri’s effects soon wash off. He begins to regain his senses. Kayn growling, he wastes no time in rushing off. Dashing through walls, his entire frame jostles from his surprisingly quick speed.

Ahri manages to get in a few more hits as Kayn rushes towards a hope of safety.

“Hope he’s learned his lesson,” Ahri already bored with Kayn, she lets him escape. Heading to top lane, Thresh stops her.  

“They’ve just surrendered,” Thresh sighs. Shaking his head, he heads back to their base.

“Top lane really doesn’t matter,” Ahri walks beside Thresh. “Guess that leaves one last thing,”

Both teams forcibly returned to base by some strangle light upon a team winning or surrendering, Ahri and Thresh had managed to void such an obligation for themselves. The entire area is clear of any other person; they take a leisurely walk around each section as they glance around.

“He’s hiding in that bush,” Ahri having sensed their target, she makes Thresh stop as she does. The entire area is dead silent.

“My dear Aphelios, I believe we all know it would be best for you to come out now,” Thresh coos.

No animal to offer a single sound or any wind for a distraction, the two wait for a few seconds before the tubby Aphelios crawls out of the bush. He stands up and glares at them. Without waiting for either of them to speak, he signs at them.

“The enemy surrendered. We should be gone,” Aphelios angrily signs at them, his sentences rushed. “Why did you do this?” Everyone having a bad feeling about Thresh, Aphelios angrily jabs an accusatory finger at Ahri.

“Me?” Arhi places a hand on her chest, her pride seemingly wounded. “Good thing most humans aren’t accommodating to people with disabilities. This would have been all avoided if either of them knew sign language,”

Aphelios shakes his head. “Enough with the sidestepping. Why did you two do this?”

“Why not? You humans look so adorable like this,”

“And we have a special idea for you, our dear little Aphelios,” Thresh lightly pulling at his hook, a chain materializes in the air. The cord travels along the floor, slowly materializing closer towards Aphelios. Revealing itself, the hook had been wrapped around Aphelios’ right leg. “For all your understanding, you failed to notice such a vital little thing. And we will take good care of you,” Thresh tugs his hook, Aphelios falling flat on the ground.

Aphelios hands scramble around. All of his weapons litter the floor. Long range worthless, he grabs the only worthwhile weapons for such an occasion, Severum and Crescendum. He grits his teeth as Ahri and Thresh approach him, his hands clenched around the two weapons. He lets out an involuntary gasp as his weapons fade before his eyes, trusty weapons trickling into a pale spectacle of light that rises into the air.

“You won’t be needing those one bit,” Ahri right in front of Aphelios, her fingers stroke his silky skin. “Besides, that combo got nerfed long ago,”

Aphelios stares at her. Nothing left to say to her or Thresh with them having outwitted him, he merely resolves himself to his fate.

“Ah,” Thresh hums in contentment. “Finally a sensible human. It’s been quite some time since one of your kind has accepted their fate,” Thresh behind Aphelios, his fingers curl around the tips of Aphelios’ horns.

“Bottoms up!” Ahri’s hand tilt Aphelios’ head back. Bringing her orb in front of him, the pure mana dissolves into a tiny trickle of particles. Near the consistency of a liquid without any discernible taste, it flows down his throat.

The sensation of it ends as quickly as it started, a faint sense of rejuvenation glimmering throughout his body. Unable to hide his confusion, Ahri ruffles his hair as he looks up at her.

"I'm the one who created these; whatever ideas you got from Thresh is because he's a poor user,"

"Everything I did was on purpose! That brat deserved as much discomfort as possible," Thresh glares at Ahri's jab at his abilities.

Aphelios groans as he feels a grumble in his stomach. A cavernous pit suddenly seems to form in his tummy. Eating sufficient rations before the match, it feels like he starved himself instead. Growing voracious, he jostles about. He hears a few words of encouragement from both Ahri and Thresh though it barely rings in the back of his head. The sensation of pure emptiness ends with a hint of relief once it goes away. And in comes a feeling of being full. Not full, stuffed. Absolutely stuffed that the simple thought of even thinking about eating or drinking anything makes his gurgle churn in terror of filling his tank even further. So engorged so as to affect him even the day after. So bloated that he'd gained a few pounds. And even an extra few pounds and some more after that.

Glancing down, Aphelios finds his feelings to be actually coming true. He reacts a bit calmer with having seen the same happen to Ezreal, but the sheer sight of seeing his gut peek out from his red shirt. No longer a stomach, or even the tummy he sported upon Thresh's test on him before the match, a full fledged gut distends slightly in front of him as it rests atop his chunky thighs. And it continues its steady growth. Not alone either. He can feel his thighs widen and develop extra cushions of lard. Of the way his pants begin to constrict them as he sits pathetically on the floor. He can feel his waist expand in all directions, his face grimacing while his pants' waistband strangles him. He can feel his chest gain a shocking sense of heft to it, shirt suddenly getting stretched out not by just his growing gut, but by his ballooning breasts as well. He can feel his back widen and soften, his jacket losing the good fight by the time he reaches the width of two people. He can feel his rear teeming with lard; the once uncomfortable ground becoming not as annoying as he gains a sizable amount of cushioning that refuses to slow down even as he feels a draft behind him. Hands unknowingly rest on his pale pile of blubber for a gut, the mass fully resting on his wide, jiggly thighs.

Ahrii and Thresh remain entranced by the growing Aphelios. Their prize in front of them for so tantalizingly long, their reward right in front of them has them eerily quiet with a grin plastered on their faces. They can hear the way his breath quickens, faint interspersed moans escaping Aphelios' lips as his own hands rub over his body.

Aphelios remains glued to the floor. Unwilling to get up, he simply feels and thinks about his growing body, the concerning cause and the two behind his growth forgotten as it envelops and enraptures him. Clothes tighten and tear, pale blubber making itself to the world. Huffing and puffing, his face is a bright, vibrant tinge of red. Fingers curling around his breast, Aphelios can barely hear his own labored breathing. He simply grows and grows some more even as he reaches Ezreal's size. Fat stacks on top of fat, rolls of lard enveloping his body. His body spreads out further on the floor, scraps of his clothes on the floor with him having outgrown it all. Stuck in euphoria, a switch in his brain suddenly switches as his growth ends.

Aphelios breaths come out in heavy gulps of air. His bulging cheeks resemble overstuffed jowls, the blubbery sacks of fat sagging and puffing even with nothing to eat. Glancing down, Aphelios is met with resistance from his extra neck folds melding with his puffed out chest. That and an eyeful of his own immensity. Fat some time ago, his current size suddenly makes the weight before seem like a drop in a bucket. The bit of his monumental gut that doesn't rest on his crushing thighs sinks down to nearly graze the floor. His massive thighs spread out naturally so as to allow for some breathing room for his covered fat pad. Larger than a person's waist. He supposes that it's larger than Ahri and Thresh's waist combined. His gut is a double stomach, a perfectly grabble upper roll formed right before his fluffy breasts. Of which they rest happily on top of his upper roll. Lifting an arm, his eyes lazily widen upon the staggering difficulty to lift and navigate the ham for arms. They jiggle from the slight test of movement before he rests them back, his arms pressing into the outflowing side fat of his breasts. Unable to turn to get a look at his ass, he can feel the amount for ground his ass covers; far more than it should, the soft cushiony globs of fat clearly affected by his growth.

"Well, glad to see even you can't resist," Aphelios glances up as Ahri speaks. Her hands sink themselves into his plush, overflowing breasts. Her eyes never leave Aphelios, Ahri silently smirking at him as his face brightens once more.

"Enough. We'll have plenty of time eventually," Thresh grabs Aphelios hand.

"And you used to say I was the joykill," Still, Ahri follows Thresh's example. The two pull the superchub Aphelios up with ease, as if lifting up a single rock. The two let him go upon getting him to stand. A portal seemingly wills itself into existence in front of the three, the soft tranquil spirit realm awaiting them.

"Time for you to meet your new home, my dear Aphelios," Thresh grabs a meaty handful of Aphelios' ass.

"A new chapter awaits," Ahri gives Aphelios' gut a few pats, the jiggly mass of fat wobbling.

As the two each grab one of Aphelios' hands, he still has a non insignificant feeling of enjoyment, the two rubbing and grabbing him as they enter the portal.