#i couldn't get the colors to look quite how i imagined but oh well. i've had a killer sinus infection all week so it'll have to do lmao

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

horror movie twins or whatever

[russellsppttemplates]

Just imagined Tilly with one of those kid glasses that are colorful (u never said she wears glasses, but I just imagined her like that)and one huge huge matching bow in her head being all cute while watching lando streaming!🥹

"We have a special guest today with us, don't we?", Lando said into the stream as Max nodded along, already knowing who was joining his best friend on the other side of his own screen.

Matilda sat on Lando's lap and looked at the screen, now able to read the chat going off properly, "we're just going to warn you guys to keep your messages appropriate for Tilly, okay? It's a big request and we would appreciate it!", Lando said as he watched his daughter trying to catch up with the words on the screen.

"They're going too fast, daddy", she noted, looking up at him and then seeing Max, "Hi uncle Max!".

"Hello, little one! How have you been? There's something different about you though", he exaggerated, quizzically looking as Lando urged your daughter to come closer to the camera. "Is it your dress? No, I think I've seen this one before. Maybe... Is it your hair? Did mummy take you to get a haircut, Matilda?", he smiled as the little girl looked up at Lando.

She was loving the fact that apparently Max wasn't noticing her new glasses. Since she started school, Matilda complained that she couldn't quite see the board properly, and after attempts at changing her spot in the classroom and some appointments, the optometrist suggested that wearing glasses was the best course to take. She chose the most colourful pair, much like her parents' usual colour palette, and you and Lando had picked them up yesterday.

"No, my hair is the same! But I'll give you a clue: my bow is matching!", she said as she turned her head slightly, showing how she did not get a different haircut and how the bow looked a bit like the frames she picked out.

"Oh, my, word! Matilda, you have glasses now?!", Max gasped as the little girl giggled loudly in delight, the chat going mad over the interactions as Lando smiled too.

"I did, mummy and daddy got them yesterday!", she stated.

"We did, didn't we? Chat doesn't know, but Matilda had some trouble seeing things that are far away from her, right?", Lando said, kissing her cheek with little multiple kisses as she nodded, "but it's all sorted now, so she can sit here and see everything good, right, princess?", he asked, "yes, daddy, I see very well now", she said.

"Well, we're getting on with the game then! Matilda, if your super glasses see anything we don't see and spot something important, you tell us, okay?", Max said as he loaded the game.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[gothic-lottie]

Chapter 16 of Making Some Sense of This is out now and a good bit of it is a flashback so I had to take the opportunity to draw Professor Fig.

“Alright Isobel, I have a list of all the school things you'll need but that can wait. We should find you some new clothes first. You'll need school uniforms, pajamas, and I imagine you'll want some casual clothes as well.” The man who had rescued me from my family the day before, Professor Fig as he'd introduced himself, went on as he led me through the bustling street.

“Professor, I don't have money for any of this.”

“Oh, don't worry about that, I'll be paying. You only have to focus on picking out what you want, though you do need at least one outfit off the rack since yours has… a hole in it…” he led me into a shop where a friendly woman greeted us. 

“Hello Eleazar, who's this? You never mentioned having a daughter.”

“This is Isobel Morgana, a new student starting at Hogwarts this year. She'll need an entire new wardrobe, do you think you could help, Alice?”

“Certainly… you don't look eleven dear, how old are you?”

“Fourteen ma'am. Almost fifteen.”

“She's starting as a fifth year. Very unusual but that's why I've been charged with getting her adjusted before the school year.”

“Very well then, let's see what we can do for you.” The woman, Alice, led me to a rack of skirts. “This is the fashionable length of skirt for girls your age. What colors do you like?”

“Do you have anything longer?”

“What? Darling, floor length skirts are for grown ladies. Enjoy being young while you can.”

“I want long skirts. Nothing short.”

“If you say so… these are our ladies skirts.”

“I like black… it feels as though it fits me.”

“A grim one, aren't you… alright then.” She took the measuring tape off her chatelaine and took a few measurements quickly before selecting a couple black skirts. “Let me find you a few blouses, one moment.” Alice wandered off to look for shirts and Professor Fig placed a hand on my shoulder. “Is something on your mind, my young friend? She's quite right, you aren't expected to dress like an adult until you turn seventeen. You are still a child.”

“I would prefer to present myself as an adult. If I am away from my mother for good, I am no child. Not anymore.”

“If that's what you want, but remember that we can buy you something more fitting of your age if you change your mind.”

“Thank you, Professor”

Alice returned then, a newfound skip in her step. “I've found just the thing.”

A few minutes later, Alice had me dressed in a soft Lilac blouse and one of the skirts I'd chosen. She'd even tied a matching ribbon around the top hat she placed on my head. “Oh, you look like such a lovely young lady.” She sang as she led me to a mirror. “You're going to be quite popular with the boys~” 

“I doubt that but this is a lovely blouse.  I should get a few more but I'll wear this one out if that's alright.”

 

Two hours later, we'd had me measured for a new corset since mine still had a hole and some blood in it, as well as having purchased school uniforms that Professor Fig assured me would change color by magic to match whatever house I was sorted into. 

As we walked down the alley, I noticed a shop just full of owls. I couldn't help but stare, thinking of how much Father Isaac would love a shop dedicated to keeping messenger owls.

“Oh, how could I forget! Thank you for reminding me, we need to get you your own owl. I know it's uncommon in the muggle world but here, most mail is sent through owl post. I'll teach you how to care for-”

“No need. I know how to care for messenger owls. A close friend keeps them as a hobby so I'm quite familiar.”

“I see… Well, you'll be better prepared than most. The only thing more useful you could have learned as a muggle would be how to speak Latin.”

“I do speak Latin. I'm Catholic and I've been reading the Bible in Latin for years now.”

“I'm impressed. That will certainly make your life here much easier.”

“Good to know.”

Professor Fig picked an owl for me before returning to the tavern we had entered the alley through.

Chapter 15 art

Chapter 17 art

Master list

[thunder-opossum]

Oh look, a redesign of an oc I've been needing to redesign for quite some time!

They were first created with this oc generator thingy

I made them more Rivulet-like (even though the whole idea of the redesign was to make them less-organic, I did the exact opposite lol)

Well anyways, here's yet another oc of mine connected to the scavs, this guy was Altered <-(haha get it?) by the scavs and now is partially robotic hooray (don't ask how they did it, the idea was Cherry's iirc)

Imagine making an oc that isn't at all connected to the scavs or iterators...

Psh, couldn't be me, if its not connected to one of them, it doesn't exist /silly

I was gonna make them look more like an axolotl, but that was a long time ago, now they are basically Rivulet 2.0 lol /silly

Originally, they were a complete land-dweller, but because of Subterranean City <-(Discord server) and their uh.. rules n stuff, I couldn't have the backstory I wanted/came up with, that was quite sad :(

Anyways..

Fun fact about this guy, they were the start of my headcanon that duller-colored slugcats (for example uhh.. Nightcat) are picked on for not being colorful and bright. Basically, the brighter the scug, the higher the "rank", that's why Gourmand is the colony leader, because they are quite a light color

Anyways, I'm going back to their original backstory of them being Altered by the scavs to become some sort of super-weapon against Arti or smth idk lol

Ooo it's ben a while since I've messed with bionic ocs

I was making this for the passage scugs project but I abandoned it. Maybe I'll bring it back later.

The design is really cool though! It's an interesting palate even with such few colors! Good job! Also wonderful posing:)))

[arthurflecksgirl]

Christmas imagines with Arthur Advent calender DOOR 4 - Visiting a Christmas tree farm with Arthur

This years christmas time wasn't like all the other years. December wasn't just December. It was a mission. YOU were on a mission to give Arthur all the magic of this special time of the year he never experienced as a kid. Every day was a new challenge to make his eyes glimmer as bright as the fairy lights. It was the greatest gift of all to receive. To see his face lightening up and feel his excitement.

Today your mission was to find the most perfect tree that would make it a fun time to decorate at home while listening to Arthurs favorite holiday tunes.

"I can't belive I'm about to pick out my first tree" he said, puffing a cigarette.

"Your first tree? I thought you had some later on as a grown up?"

"Nah" Arthur shrugged "I've tried not to remind myself of the holidays. Because of.... Bad memories. So I avoided any kind of decoration.... I usually just waited for the holidays to be over. It can get quite depressing when there is no one by your side.... But.... It's all different with you now. I really want to do this with you. Create new memories. Better ones. "

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and grabbed your hand. Holding hands still felt like magic to him. The intimacy of fingers being enterwined with each other made him feel save abd sound. As if nothing could hurt him anymore with you by his side.

"I'm going to make sure to create the most joyful Christmas memories for you, Arthur"

"I know" he smiled as you both stepped through the gate and walked into a space where hundreths of trees waited to be taken home.

"Oh wow, there are so many. I don't even know where to start looking". Arthur took a look around, watching the children playing hide and seek beneath the bigger trees. Laughter filling the air. For a moment your heart broke thinking of little Arthur.

"You know.... Seeing all these children makes me happy" he said "It makes me even more excited to look forward to our own little family one day".

You stopped to look into his eyes "Really?"

Arthur touched your cheek "Oh yeah"

You grabbed him and hugged him as tight as you could before you held his big hoodie with both hands to place a kiss upon the corner of his lips.

"Your lips are cold" he whispered.

"Do you think more kissing would help to change that?"

A shy nodded from Arthur before he leaned in to kiss you softly.

Warming up your lips got suddenly interuppted by a little girl bumping into you.

"I'm sorry" she quirked before running off.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh as you walked towards the most beautiful trees imaginable. Tall, bright im color, with the perfect shape and strong branches. There were so many of them it seemed almost impossible to choose one. . "Look Arthur. Dont you think these trees are the most beautiful?...... Arthur?" You got so lost in the moment you haven't noticed Arthur got distracted by something else.

"No, we won't buy that one. Just look at how ugly it is". A mother argued with her little son whetever to choose a specific tree or not. Arthur could tell the boy was upset.

"But I really want this one, mommy"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"We won't spent money on a tree as ugly as that. Can't you see how fragile it looks? It looks too fragile to even carry decoration. And and one branch in the middle is missing! If this tree was a person it would look like a homeless guy."

You sneaked up from behind to steal another kiss from Arthur, as you noticed the serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

"I want this one!" Arthur pointed at the sad looking tree in front of him.

"This one? Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"We can find better ones on the other side over here"

Arthur lit himself another cigarette "People treat this sad, little tree like shit. This little boy over there really wanted to have it. But I don't think his mother will give in. It's not fair. This tree deserves to be decorated as well. It might look fragile but maybe it just had been through much... ".

Arthur's words touched you deeply. He was able to see something in this sad, little tree other's couldn't. His sensitivity was truly a gift.

"Hey, excuse me? Lady?"

He stopped by the mum who called the tree ugly. "Please let your son have the tree he wants? I think it's really important to him to have that tree at home"

The woman gave Arthur a dirty look "And who are you to tell me what to buy?" She checked out Arthur's clothes. "Maybe you can't afford a real tree. But I can. So if you want an out of shape tree, why don't you buy it yourself?"

Arthur leaned over to the little boy "I'm sorry your mum can't see what we see but I promise you I will take good care of your tree, okay?"

The little boy nodded as Arthur got back to the mother "I will!"

Arthur waved at the salesman and happily bought the tree. It was small enough so Arthur could carry it under his arms.

"I can't wait for us to decorate it and give it new life. To....get rid of the old memories.... I've heard somewhere that trees have something like memory too."

"You've made the perfect choice, Arthur. The tree does deserve some love"

"It's good to take care of the weaker ones. I don't want this tree to end up as one of the forgotten".

You put your hand in Arthur's pocket to warm them up. For some reason his pockets always made you feel warmer than your own.

"And that's just another reason why I love you, Arthur"

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph chapter 136 english fan translation

Hi how are you. Do you wanna read a fan translation of the new ons chapter? Because I have one. You should totally also read the official from here though!

There was some promo material along with the color page I translated this time too.

Color Page: To save Everything, that's the ambition he's imbued into his sword.

Owari no Seraph chapter 316: God Resides Within Them

[Transcription of the OnS half of the following volume 32 ad page]

Knowing the truth only strengthens their desire for a path to salvation!

To bless the souls of all with forgiveness...Yuu* and Mika's fight begins!!

Having found out the truth of his own past, he's set his sights on "delivering salvation unto all in existence." His first step has been to pay Saitou and the vampires a visit and attempt to discuss with them...!?

-[chapter starts here]

Shikama: Yuu, hurry up.

Saitou: Urd!!! Do NOT let him get to the First!!

Ky: ....holy shit.

Lest: We're gonna get caught up in it too if we don't get out of here!

Shikama: Shit

Urd: O Sword.....CLEAR THE SKY ALONG WITH THE FIRST!!!

Yuu: I can tell that's bad news just by looking, what do we do about it?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: I wonder if we can just...tank it?

Mika: No shot, tanking that would kill us. And even if we lived we'd have been knocked too far away.

Yuu: Oh yeah, too far away to hear what the First has to say. So what then?

Mika: Mhm....

Mika: Ohhh- I've got it. We've cast curse of you can't kill us on the vampires, right?

Yuu: Uh, no I don't think they're really taking that into account with these attacks.

Mika: Well ok, but maybe that's because we're in the middle of a tumultuous battle now. So basically if we settle down and behave, our curse should go back into affect.

Yuu: Hm...

Mika: So as soon as we hear whatever the First has to say, we should just immediately let ourselves get captured and it'll be fine.

Yuu: Ok.

Mika: Alright, we've got our plan

Yuu: But how?

Mika: I'll take his attack alone until I hit empty battery, so just toss the sword into it.

Yuu: Aren't you just being suicidal again?

Mika: I'm already dead I can't be. Even if he explodes me I'll just come back whenever I eat some of your desire.

Yuu: That's gonna have ME running on empty, though.

Mika: Yeah it'll probably get you so bad you won't even be able to move, but it's better than dying right now.

Yuu: Sure I guess. Ok, I'll throw you now, then.

Mika: Great, I'll give it my all!

Yuu: *Link sounds*

Mika: *screaming*

Mika: Oh, nevermind I fucked up

Mika: YUUCHAN I FUCKED UP.

Ferid: That's the impact Urd Gilles' sword makes. Must be someone real powerful over there to cancel it out

Ferid: Am I right, My Queen

Krul: He's strong, this isn't Ferid's strength. I don't know if I can win here.

Shinya: Hey....Kureto nii-san. Are you still alive? ...Did you die?

Shinya: I gave you your next shiritori kana quite a while ago, can I consider it my win if you died? What would people say if they knew Kureto nii-san had died ragequitting shiritori....

Shinya: Uh??? Kureto nii-san, are you alive? If you really died-

Kureto: Hey.

Shinya: OH SHIT, YOU SURVIVED THAT?

Kureto: Stop being stupid. Let's set our allies loose and then get out of here, Shinya. And no dawdling.

Shinya: I know.

Yuu: I'm so hungry oh my god, this must be empty battery.

Yuu: Ok, First, I'm here! What are we talkin' about!?

Yuu: Oh, you're see-through! Wh-what the hell happened???

Shikama: I'm...being eaten.

Yuu: Eaten!? Wait by who?????

Shikama: By humans.

Shikama: I couldn't have imagined a human with enough power to do this...

Yuu: I asked who though????

Shikama: There's no time to explain. I need to transfer whatever is left of my magic and power to you before it's all stolen.

Yuu: Wh-

Mika: THAT WAS SO STUPID. I DIDN'T EVEN LAST 8 SECONDS.

Mika: HEY, HE'S SEE-THROUGH!!

Shikama: There's no time. Rigr and Urd are on their way. Before they get here, Yuu,

Yuu: What?

Shikama: You said you had found out how to resurrect Mikaela. Was that true? I've never once been able to do it.

Yuu: It was true. If you teach me how, I can do it successfully.

Shikama: Was I mistaken in the way I've been doing it?

Yuu: Yeah, all wrong.

Shikama: ...I see. But you found where that mistake was.

Yuu: I did.

Shikama: Understood. Then, since my time has run out, it's time to entrust everything to you.

The spell to resurrect Mikaela. The spell to hide this world from Paradise. The spell to destroy Paradise.

Shikama: There is a great price for you to pay for all of these. But still-

Yuu: I have my memories back, I can do it. I'll follow in your steps, I'll resurrect all of the angels.

Shikama: Ha, hahaha

Shikama: You really do surprise me, humans and homonculi both, before I even knew it you've surpassed your creator's wildest expectations.

Shikama: Alright then, I leave what's left of my power to you, who I know less and less what exactly to call.

Shinoa: I don't think so.

Shikama: .....what do you even intend to use all this power for?

Shinoa: For love.**

Shikama: How selfish, an expectedly human answer.

Shinoa: How are you any different?

Shikama: I never thought this day would come...my wish, I leave to the next generation.

Shinoa: I don't know who you were planning to give what to, but now that I have it, it won't be used to hurt anyone else.

Yuu: Ok

The power of the First’s love has been settled in that body....***

Owari no Seraph will be on hiatus next month.

T/N:

*the Yuu they use here is in katakana like they write the Homonculous's name (and how Shikama has been referring to Yuu recently)

**Shinoa uses the word for romantic love here

***changed from what I used to have after being asked for clarification, I think this version makes it more obvious which body they’re talking abt but you can still see the original with the twitter version XP

[quibbs126]

So I’ve been wanting to draw out Ceres’ beta designs for a bit now, and today I finally did that

Admittedly I probably should have drawn more than just top half sketches, but whatever

They come from this page I have saved from the art book

She has a couple others, but the picture I had on my iPad was just these five, so that’s what I did. I do like the other ones though

And now because I want to, I’m just going to talk about my thoughts on each design. It’s also why I numbered them, since they’re all Ceres, so I can’t really refer to them by other names

So let's start with 1. On the drawing side, I admit I think she ended up having a case of "being the first one drawn". You know, she's got that weirdness to her look. But anyways, back to her design in general. I really like her hair, I think it's cool looking and it's got a unique color pallet. But her outfit is literally just one of beta Velvet's outfits, so if that had been her final outfit, it would not have been that subtle who she's connected to. Even if Velvet had her final outfit, it still looks incredibly similar to hers

I do find it interesting that she's the only one to have the yellow Demon eyes, while all the rest have her normal pink. I imagine they changed it to pink to be more creative, but it is the only one different. Generally, I assume that with these concepts, they had bases of the characters already made that they put the outfits and hair on. Cherry/Plum and then Reno also have the same unchanging skin and eye colors and unchanging horns (Velvet is also the same but her eyes get to change colors). I get why they did that, but it does personally leave me wanting to see Ceres concepts where she had different horn shapes or skin tones, or even eye colors. But we don't see it, and I was trying to stay faithful to the original concepts, so oh well

Moving on to 2, I don't think her outfit's half bad, but it's still pretty Velvet-like. And her hair straight up just looks like Velvet's but with different bangs, and orange highlights instead of her pink. And personally, I just think that's kind of boring in all honesty

Now on to 3 (I don't have a tangent to go on this time). I quite like her design honestly, and when I was looking at the art before drawing, she gave me this vibe I really liked, but I don't know if I really translated into my drawing. I don't really know how to describe it other than her feeling slightly younger? But anyways yeah, I think her design's pretty neat. It's still somewhat Velvet, but it's getting unique to the point that wouldn't really be your first guess. I also originally was wondering why her hair had pink/red, since Menos doesn't have any but his other kid does, but then I realized her hair colors are Menos' blue but in Velvet's purple's shade, and then her pink comes from Velvet's pink, but with the Demon vibrancy and brightness, and I just think that's neat

Moving on to 4, something that strikes me as interesting is her hair color. It's wildly different from the others I've seen, being dark red/brown and then with gold streaks. Though honestly, I couldn't tell you where she gets it from, since her parents have pretty much only cool colors, outside of Velvet's pink, which isn't that much of a warm color. Though we do see that beta Velvets had brown, or at least warmer hair color pallets, so maybe that's where she gets it from? I don't know but I find it interesting. I also do think her design's pretty cool, and is quite unique looking. My main gripe with it is how the top bit is shortened so much. For whatever reason, in basically every other Ceres outfit design other than her final, she has to be showing off her midriff, and I really don't see why. Is it just because Velvet does it? But regardless, I feel like this is the design where it's at its most unnecessary. Like just have it extend to her waist, it'd make more sense that way. But yeah, she's interesting

And then we come to 5. I think her outfit's pretty neat, I like her pant sash thing she's got going on, and I think her shirt fits with it (though I again don't know if it needs to be a crop top). I think it's one of my favorites, and it's probably the least Velvet-esque. I also find it interesting how her hair seems the most human here, not having much spikiness at all, as well as being generally less saturated. I feel like by proxy, it has her looking the most like a mix between Demon and Human. Though admittedly, with it just being out and flat, it may not be the best to animate, especially since almost all of Ceres' scenes are in 3D. Maybe if it were in a braid or something? And also I'm a little irked that the colors are just her normal ones but more desaturated, but oh well. By that point they were likely still figuring out her color scheme, so I'm looking at it from the wrong way

Also this is random, but I want to point this out, 4 and 5 aren't wearing boots, but rather shoes. I only point this out because every main character wears boots in this game, with the exception of Menos, but you can barely tell given his pants are the exact same color

Also as I'm typing all this out I realize, Ceres was very clearly designed to be Velvet's kid, but her dad basically doesn't factor in at all in these designs outside of the hair colors and spikiness. Menos is basically just the Demon genes donor. Poor guy

Anyways yeah, that's my thoughts on these beta designs. Honestly, I want to try and take parts from each (or make up parts) to try and make an alternate Ceres design I like

But also then I realize, what would be the point of that? She already has an official, final design, and it's not like this is going to change that or how I draw canon her. Why am I even judging the beta designs in the first place? They're just concept art, and things that for whatever reason, didn't end up being incorporated into her final design. And the game came out 9 years ago, what's the point of rating old designs from an obscure game made likely over a decade ago?

I don't really know, but I also feel like furthering this line of thinking would lead me to questioning why I'm so invested in concept art and designs in the first place, since similar questions still apply

I mean sure, people can use concept art to make something new out of things, like how the CRK fandom basically made Rich Cheese into a character despite her officially just being a scrapped concept, or how people have basically made a new Wish story out of the stuff from the concepts, but here I feel like there's literally no point

I don't know, but I should probably stop now

Take these drawings I suppose, while I try not to think about questioning my life's priorities

[darkbluekies]

I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

[m1dnyt3-w0lf]

A little fic about my Spidersona Spider-Flower and her love interest Spider Noir :D enjoy!

⚠️WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH⚠️

Monopetal

Spider-Flower(OC) x Spider Noir

Summary: Noir feels comfortable enough around Spider-Flower

   "Is this purple?"

   "Yes, this is purple." Solana said with a chuckle. She had brought Noir some lavender from her world to help him with the color. As a flower, she knew there were different shades of any color, and she made it her mission to help him learn. She watched as Noir examined the purple plant, his greyscale fingers gently touching the tiny flowers. This act made Solana's petals spread further open than usual, her version of blushing. Would he caress her own petals that way? Would he be gentle like that with her stem? Would he look upon her with the same fascination as-

   "Flower? Flower, are you alright?" Noir's voice cut through her thoughts, making her petals stick out in shock as the eyes on her mask widened.

   "Huh-what-uh-" She started before letting out a cough and nodding. "Yeah, I'm good, why?"

   "Well, I asked you a question, and you didn't answer." He told her. Her petals began to close in on themselves as embarrassment filled her.

   "Oh! Sorry about that. What was your question?"

   "I was asking which shade of purple is this. I know we've been covering a lot of different shades and wanted to know which one this was." Noir said, his voice sounding like a melody to Solana's ears. Or rather, whatever was equivalent to that in a flower.

   "Oh, it's the same name as the flower. Lavender." Solana told him brightly, her voice echoing a little louder. She doesn't have a mouth, so her voice mostly emits from her and echoes softly. The echo changes with her tone, giving it a stronger or weaker effect.

    "Was the color named first or the flower?" He asks, looking at her quizzically. Solana chuckled a bit nervously. She wasn't as smart as the other Spiders in the Society. She was a flower mutated by her radioactive spider, so she didn't have that smart brain the majority of Spiders had. She couldn't even read or write.

   "I think the flower?" She tried, picking at the vines that made up her arm. She was currently in her human-size form.

   "Mhm." Noir hummed in thought, going back to inspecting the flower. Solana watched him, taking in every feature of him as if she was taking it in for the first time all over again. His lack of color fascinated her. It made her want to paint him herself. Not that it was possible, anything that got on Noir's person would inevitably lose its color and retain his grayscale hue. It fascinated Solana how holding something doesn't get affected, but as soon as it's on his body, the colors fade away. She couldn't help but wonder how it worked exactly.

   "Y-You're a little too close there, Petal." Noir said, facing her. Solana's mask's eyes widened as she quickly sat back down in her nearly vacated seat.

   "Sorry!" Her echoed voice warbled slightly as her petals began to close in on her. She could hear Noir give a chuckle in response. She got even more embarrassed. How could she be so stupid not to realize what she was doing?!

   "If you wanted to see my face, Petal, all you had to do was ask."

   "Wh-what?! Oh, no, Noir, really-" Solana's petals opened up in a frenzy.

    "It's quite alright, I don't mind." He assured her. He had long since put the lavender down. "I've been wanting to show you anyway."

   "You have?" Solana squeaked out. If flowers could blush, she'd be brighter than the sun! Well…as if she wasn't already.

   "I have. I don't trust many people to see my face, you see? But…I thought you were as trustworthy as it gets." He confided. Solana's fake heart skipped a beat. How was that possible? She didn't know, but she sure felt it.

    "I am? Do you really think so?" Solana's hopes soared. After ages of spending time with Noir and imagining what that surely handsome face would look like, she was finally going to see it! The vines that made up her body shivered in delight.

   "I do think so." He said, taking off his hat and fiddling with it in his hands. Solana was sure her mask's eyes were open bigger than they've ever been before.

   She watched with bated breath as Noir gently set down his hat and brought his hand up to his mask, wrapping his fingers underneath the thin fabric and showing a sliver of flawless, light gray skin. If Solana could gulp, she would. Her sight was locked onto the small bit of his neck she could see. Noir seemed to hesitate, his mask's eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Solana thought to say something, but the words died in her throat as he continued to lift his mask up. More of his neck showed. Then his chin. His lips were next, holding an awkwardly cute smile. If Solana had a heart, it would be hammering against her chest. Noir stopped for a moment.

   "Ready, Petal?" He asked gently, lips moving along with his words. Solana couldn't stare anywhere else but his lips. She could only nod. So, with a faster pace, Noir took his mask fully off his face and looked at his flower friend with an expectant face.

   Solana could feel herself wilt.

   There in front of her was the same face she failed to save. The same face she failed to protect. The same face who pleaded for her help. The same face she purposely let die.

   The face of Peter Parker.

   A deep ringing overcame Solana's hearing as panic bubbled up in her. The world around her began to tilt. She stumbled as she started to quickly move away from Noir, making the poor man frown.

   "Solana, are you alright?" Noir asked softly, his eyebrows drawing in tightly in a worried expression. Words died in Solana's throat as she stared in fear.

   "Peter…" She breathed out.

   "Yes, that's my name." He said with a light tone, an attempt to ease her worries. Noir attempted to reach out to Solana but only succeeded in making the poor flower scuttle backward and falling off the bench they sat at. Solana let out a grunt but didn't let it phase her as she stumbled to her feet. Peter-no-Noir looked pained. After who knows how long, Solana finally got her wish to see Noir's face, and it was nothing but hurt and confusion.

   “Petal, Doll, are you alright there?�� Noir asked with worry set deeply in his tone. Solana only continued to back away before finally speaking.

   “Please, just stay away.” She said as Noir's face completely fell. He watched her thwip away on her web of vines, leaving him in absolute distraught and regret.

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Writing prompts day 27

From this prompt list. If you're reading this far, I'm not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I haven't written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way in. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft and am now unlocking entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here

Days 24, 25, and 26 here (combined because work makes me not have enough time to write anything but super-short posts)

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97. In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”

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Once they were both naked and in the shower, Tim caught Damian's wandering hands in his own, unable to repress another smile at the narrowed eyes that were the closest Damian came to visibly pouting. "Nope. Now that I'm not sleep deprived I want to get you out of here and into my bed as quick as possible."

Damian accordingly grabbed a washcloth from the shelf and started rubbing soap onto it, but he couldn't just agree without pushing back. "Tt. You are acting as though we must be prone to engage in relations."

Tim shouted with laughter somewhat garbled by water as he stuck his head under the spray. "Relations? Are you secretly a 70-year-old Midwestern grandma?"

He turned to get his shampoo bottle. Damian looked down his nose at him, scrubbing his chest. "If I am, you might have stranger kinks than I previously imagined."

Tim lathered up his hair. "Oh? Now I'm interested. What kinks did you think I had? Or should I say 'hoped I had?'" The water was carrying soap suds down Damian's belly, outlining each muscle in a way that made him want to bite.

Damian waited for him to finish rinsing and open his eyes before answering. "I wouldn't say hoped. But I did speculate."

Hmm. Maybe Damian's initial request hadn't come so far out of left field as he'd thought. Tim grinned at him and got his own washcloth. "So? Tell me what you thought might work for me."

"Dominance, definitely. You are what Richard likes to call a 'control freak.'" Damian took his turn with the shampoo bottle.

Tim snorted. "He's a fine one to talk. That's just a side effect of being trained by Bruce. But you're not wrong, I can be bossy. What else?"

"Bear in mind that I am not overly familiar with these things. Most of my information comes from what I've overheard secondhand or seen during patrols. But I thought you might like shibari." The tips of Damian's ears turned bright red at the word.

Intrigued, Tim hummed thoughtfully. He hadn't devoted much thought to the concept before, but . . . the thought of taking rope—maybe in his own red and black colors—and trussing Damian up with his full cooperation actually did have his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Damian gave him a slight smile. "I needn't ask if I'm right, judging by that." He nodded at Tim's cock, now fully hard. Not that he was in much better shape. "I also wondered if perhaps you would want to take photos. You seem to preserve quite a few of them as keepsakes."

Tim reached for his conditioner. He fought to keep his voice steadier than his hand, which trembled slightly as he squeezed the bottle. "So far you're three for three." He wasn't sure what aroused him more: the fact that Damian had bothered thinking about him in that context at all, or the revelation of how well the baby bat understood him. Of course, he was also vaguely terrified, but that could wait. "Can I ask what some of your kinks are? Besides the praise one, that's probably all of us too." Again due to Bruce, though he wasn't going to say that here and kill Damian's boner.

Damian shrugged and took the conditioner from Tim's hand to pour it into his own. "I don't have any that I know of. Of course, I was also too certain of Father's and Oracle’s oversight to feel comfortable looking at porn anywhere he paid for the internet or the device, which eliminated most opportunities."

Tim, unable to withstand the temptation any longer, reached to rest his hands on Damian's chest, feeling the shift of his pecs as he massaged the conditioner through the ends of his hair. "I'm curious to see what you'll find out later."

Damian laid his hands over Tim's, expression softening. "You can help me with that, if you'd like." He brushed a kiss on Tim's mouth. "I would like it very much if you would."

Oh, hell. Damian admitting he wanted Tim to help him discover his kinks? And asking for it instead of demanding it as his due? Was there a name for that kind of kink? Because Tim was absolutely experiencing it right now. It felt like the top of his head had disappeared and all that was left was fog. 

His answer came out a hoarse whisper. "Fuck, you're killing me here. I have got to get you into bed."

Damian smiled again, and Tim's chest ached, and that needy voice in the back of his mind urged him to make a home of Damian’s embrace. Which was foolishness. As if this were anything other for Damian than just the easiest route to gaining more experience. 

He let Damian kiss him again, and again, and again, until he couldn't tell if he was dizzy from lack of oxygen or from the realization that Damian preferred to learn from him.

When they finally dried off, Tim offered Damian an unopened toothbrush and brushed his own teeth. Tim grabbed his hand as soon as he rinsed and pulled him toward the bedroom. "C'mon. I have some things I wanna make up to you."

Damian's steps slowed from their eager stumble, and Tim stopped to check what was wrong. Damian's expression had gone to mildly discomfited. "I don't wish to be transactional in this matter, Drake. You've apologized and I've accepted."

Tim's palms actually throbbed with the need to hold him. He wasn't very good with words when it came to stuff like this, but they seemed to understand each other pretty well when it came to touch. "That isn't what I meant. Trust me, I want this because I want to feel good with you, not because I think I owe you. Okay?" He gave Damian's fingers another light tug. "Come lie down."

Damian nodded and followed without further complaint.Once they were beside the bed, Tim gave Damian a gentle shove and had him sprawling out on his back in the middle of the mattress. He followed, crawling across the tangled comforter to straddle Damian's waist, then on second thought overlaid him entirely. He was heavier than he looked, but Damian wouldn't find it difficult to manage. He was so strong now, he probably could hold Tim up at the waist indefinitely. Now there was a thought to pursue at a future time.

Days twenty-eight & twenty-nine here

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Bill Cipher evil medicine cat au?

I just thought of this and thought it would be really interesting

Sure!

Dumroll please......

WC Bill Cipher is the third (The first is technically Lightwalk and the second is technically Rainsoul, but I hadn't developed the idea enough) cat I will release in relation to the Pantheon! (A group of deities that exist in all the works here, used as influences/monsters if I need them).

The Pantheon is all represented by a different animal! Lightwalk, the crow. Rainsoul, the vulture. WC Bill Cipher, Goldengleam, the coyote. (And his brother is represented by a rabbit, but we won't be getting into that yet.)

Goldengleam takes on a multitude of names, but relies on this one as the name we all know and love (to hate). He, like most of the Pantheon, can shapeshift! He keeps the form of a cat, but does show off his coyote form from time to time.

I imagine Goldengleam is known as a very eccentric member of the Pantheon, being a tad sillier and more kit friendly than his brother (If you can figure it out I'll skip the queue and do his brother before any other requests I'm writing. I'll give you a hint, his brother is the WC version of who is basically him but without Disney to reel in the age rating.)

Since I don't really want to develop much of WC Gravity Falls plot beyond what I've revealed since we only have our main antagonist as of writing this, I'll do a bit about if he preferred medicine to talking to other cats, and then I'll leave you off with a story!

Goldengleam, if he acted as a medicine cat, or a healer for the society of Gravity, he would rely much more on poisons than talking other cats into doing his dirty work (Which I bet he relied on for much of Shooting Stars are just Meteors). Slipping a bit over here, oh no you're sick! How terrible!

And for the story.... (Inspired by parables in the bible)

Once upon a time, when the great beasts roamed the forest, an elk insulted a bear. The bear became angry, and challenged the elk to a fight, killing and eating the elk.

A coyote had something rude to say about this. "Well, that wasn't very polite. You've already eaten for leaf-bare, why take more?"

And the bear went, "Why, the elk was even ruder! He needed to be taught a lesson."

The coyote replied, "I'm quite sure the elk learned his lesson from your stomach." The bear found this offensive, and challenged the coyote to a duel. The coyote agreed to meet at sunhigh the next day, and both of them went to their dens.

The bear went to sleep immediately, but the coyote looked to the stars. "Hello? Stars? Please give me assistance. I am a coyote, I can not beat a bear, but I was right. Give me help, please."

And then the stars answered, with a cat, who said. "Hello, coyote. Go to the den of the bear, and begin piling sticks. If I do not deliver by dawn, you can call me whatever name you wish."

The coyote, not one to disobey an obvious answer from the stars, followed the commands of the cat, wondering why the stars did not send a spirit in the form of another coyote. Time passed, and it was nearly dawn, when the bear would wake up.

Once again, another spirit appeared behind him. It was another coyote, but a bright gold color instead of the light blue of the stars. It smiled, winked, and began to emit a terrifying force.

It was fire. The coyote watched in joy as the bear ran out from the den that was now on fire, only to be met with the coyote he had challenged to a duel.

The bear was furious. "You said we would meet at dawn!"

But the spirit replied first. "In your duel with the elk, you said that it would not be deadly. And then you ate his body. Now, I'm not one for rules, but it does seem that you threw away honor already. And besides, nobody said that the coyote couldn't set fire to your den!"

The bear was left speechless, and never bothered the coyote again.

That's all! If you desire more elaboration or another request, do not hesitate to contact me!

Byeee!

[tchaikovskym]

Killing Eve review

Anyway, as I said earlier, I might do reviews so here is my go at Killing Eve (finished today)

Watched it because it was in my recs, also had seen smth about it on tumblr and gave it a go.

I usually don't like action and killing, but this show captivated me because it stayed away from the "the good guy kills to be honored" trope. Moreover, it's one of the rare shows with women as main protagonists so kudos to that. No male assassins! Only girlies!

I really enjoyed how women were NOT running around in bikinis killing people, but it was disgusting blood shedding as I can imagine killing must be.

I've thought of categories to rate shows, so let's start:

Captivation: 3/10. Was not invested in what's going on at all, watched it mostly in the background and thus I probably missed a bunch of stuff, but I just couldn't bring myself to sit through it and give it my full attention.

Blorboness aka how much do I care about characters: 4/10. The characters were well written, with well thought out personalities, but I just did not care about them. Sorry. They weren't shallow, but like... yeah... not for me!

Visuals: 10/10. Loved the scenery, loved how the colors looked, loved the outfits of characters, loved the camera angles, mmhhmmm yeah that was some good stuff

Soundtrack: 10/10. Loved the songs, loved how they were tied together with characters as if each one of them had a motif like in an opera or something. Discovered the dark eyes instrumental thanks to this show, so that's nice!

Humor: 7/10. It comes with the assassinations and death that makes a thing so absurd they are funny. It was my cup of tea. However, since I found it hard to relate to characters and the plot, it was sometimes weird.

Plot: 5/10. SPOILERS AHEAD! I usually hate stuff like "oh there are some important people that control things" and this show was exactly it. And at the end, we didn't even get to know what the 12 are. And while I did not expect a happy ending for Villanelle and Eve, the death at the end did not make any sense. I hear there was a book with happy ending though, but uh... yeah. Also the whole love story did not really captivate me, maybe because I'm a stick in the mud who just doesn't enjoy killer psychopaths, I don't know. However, kudos for there actually being plot instead of just reusing already made template and sticking their characters into it.

Message: 8/10. I believe every creative work carries a message about something the author wants to share, and for Killing Eve I believe it was about women, about the horrors, about the longing for normalcy, about sacrifice, about emotions, about the fragility of life and death, about it all, the darkness of it, and the normalcy of it. I cannot quite put it to words, but it was there. It was very good, however, I did not have any eye opening moments while watching it.

Overall score: 6.7

It really wasn't that bad, a good watch if you're into women and violence.

[lostonehero]

Hello I am back I just fucked my sleep schedule by taking a 5 hour nap it's 930pm and I've got got work at 8am woop

And I'm doing a double

So enjoy this train wreck of a chapter

Henry was helping clean off the glass of the puppet exhibit, humming an old tune. "Now, isn't that better?" He smiles and moves over the old cleaning cart. "Off to the next one." He stops as a child runs in front of him. "Oh, hello, little one. Are you lost?"

"He looks like he's trying to run." William raised his brow. "Kind of reminds me of Micheal."

The boy with the bandage on his nose huffs. "Why do you have two color eyes?"

"Yeah, Micheal." William chuckles

Henry smiles. "Because of an old friend." He holds out his hand. "My name is Henry. What's your name?"

The boy sighs. "I'm Gregory." He huffs. "I want to see something scary."

Henry smiles. "Oh, you'll have to wait for the night tours for that."

William crouches down the best he can as he floats. "Why not show him springtrap? My old bones are inside."

"Why are you British?" Gregory frowns, staring at William.

Evan is running by a mirror and huffs. "You can't just ask why someone is British."

Gregory rolls his eyes. "Why not?"

Henry blinks and has a strained smile sparing a glance to William for a moment. "Ah Gregory, who are you talking to?"

Gregory goes to answer before he is scooped up. "Mr. Emily, I am so sorry." Vanessa is holding Gregory. "He has an ability to run off."

Henry chuckles. "Vanessa, this must be your nephew. I knew the name sounded familiar."

"Vanessa put me down. The weird British man said there's bones in springtrap. You said I could see something scary." Gregory tries to get out of her grip.

"British man? Mr. Fritz went to the back office. Also, that old rumor isn't true."

"Mikey isn't in the back office he's over there." Evan is pointing to Micheal making his way around the puppet exhibit.

"Why does Micheal use a false last name?" William sighs. "And it's not a rumor it's my body. Henry, shouldn't you be embracing that fact for the night tours."

"No, the weird British man with purple eyes." Gregory huffs as Vanessa puts him down.

"Stay put." She sighs. "Purple eyes? Gregory, there isn't anyone here who has that."

"You can see my daddy?" Evan points to the mirror. "Ah yeah, he's there."

Vanessa looks to the mirror and sighs. "Your inventions are quite impressive, Mr. Emily."

Henry blinks and smiles. "Thank you, and uh, the purple eye man has a name."

"The crying kid calls him dad." Gregory points to Evan, who Henry can't see.

"What?" William looked over to where Gregory was pointing and doesn't see anything.

Henry smiles again. "You have an interesting nephew."

Evan huffs. "He's mean, Mikey tell Uncle Henry he's mean."

Micheal comes into view and sighs. "Hello, Mr. Emily, Gregory, and Vanessa." He rubs his temples.

"Uncle? Why did the crying kid call you Uncle?" Gregory huffs and jumps away from Vanessa.

"Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Emily. My nephew has a big imagination." Vanessa sighs, finally grabbing Gregory's hand.

Henry shut his eyes and took a breath. "How about we step into my office to talk?"

....

Vanessa sighs, sitting in the security office. Gregory is next to her, and Jeremy is to her other side. Micheal was leaning against the lockers, and Henry was in front of all of them. She was getting fired. She had to be from her nephew.

Henry's eyes trail to Gregory, and then he turns to Micheal. He sighs as he rubs his face. "Vanessa, do you know the rumors about the history about this place?"

"You mean the dead kids?" Gregory sticks his tongue out again, spotting Evan, who huffs hanging on Micheal.

"Gregory... i... right." She stops as Henry holds up his hand.

"Well, they aren't exactly wrong." Henry sighs, sparing a glance to someone Vanessa couldn't see.

"They aren't?" Vanessa frowns.

"There is a reason why I want to open at night." He pauses and leans back. "I didn't build the mirrors. They are just mirrors." He moves forward, looking at Gregory. "The little boy who looks like he's crying, his name is Evan."

Evan has climbed up to sit on top of the lockers. "Don't tell him my name. He's mean."

"I'm not mean you're a baby." Gregory sticks his tongue out again.

Micheal shuts his eyes and takes a breath. He rubs his temples.

Henry sighs. "As I was saying, Evan was one of the first kids to uh..." He covers his face and then runs his hands through his hair.

"Does being dead turn you British." Gregory asks, pointing to William.

Micheal covers his mouth, barely holding back a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that's right, your father's British." Jeremy snaps his fingers.

Micheal covers his face. "Neither of you are helping."

Henry snaps his fingers. "Can we please focus? No being dead doesn't change your nationality or your accent." He sighs. "What I'm trying to say Vanessa is that the dead linger around here. You'll probably believe me more if you visit tonight at 9. They start to wake up after the sun goes down."

Gregory hides behind his aunt as Evan face drips blood and looks crushed.

Micheal stands up straight, face pale. "Evan no." He covers his face, taking a deep breath. "Nope, can't handle that."

Evan shakes his head, returning to normal. "Mikey?" He's pulled as Micheal rushes out of the room. "Mikey, wait!"

Gregory holds onto Vanessa and watches the two leave. "Why did his head look crushed?"

Henry pales. "Jeremy, go get Micheal. Now." His tone didn't leave room for argument as he watched the blonde man run out of the room. "I know this is a lot to digest, but if you want, come by tonight, and it will make more sense."

Vanessa frowns. "Is Mr. Fritz, ok?" She pauses. "I'm not fired?"

It was Henry's turn to have a look of confusion. "What? No, why would you be fired?" He stops and runs his hands through his hair again. "Will you be coming by tonight?"

"Can I come?" Gregory climbs back on his chair. "The crying kid wasn't even that scary."

"If you want to, but please be respectful to the others." Henry sighs.

Vanessa nods. "Yes, sir, uh Mr. Emily. So I'm not fired."

"Again, no." Henry sighs.

William has moved to watch out the doorframe.

"Uh, who's the British guy?" Gregory huffs as Vanessa flicks his ear.

"Gregory, Mr. Fritz just left." Vanessa sighs.

"No, not him." Gregory points to the doorway where Vanessa can't see anyone.

"That's William." Henry sighs.

"As in William Afton, your former partner who went missing?" Vanessa raises her brow. "That would mean..."

"I'm dead." William sighs, looking back into the room.

"If that's the case, then the crying kid is also dead. How come he can walk, and you float?"

William floats over hovering above Gregory. "Evan is better at the spirit thing than I am."

"Is that because you're old?"

William looks over to Henry and then back to the kid. "No?"

Vanessa sighs. "Again, I'm sorry."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't William can entertain Gregory as we talk more in depth."

Vanessa nods and moves closer so she can talk to her boss.

....

Vanessa frowns. "I'm sorry, Mr. Emily, I know I'm not really reacting..."

"Vanessa, it's fine. we process things in different ways." Henry looks over to Gregory explaining something to William that the man has no idea what he is talking about. "Does he know yet?" He pauses and shakes his head. "Are you ok?"

"No..." She sighs. "You just told me something impossible and terrifying, and you're still asking if I'm ok. What about you? Sir, you..."

"Vanessa, I'm fine." Henry smiles. "Are you sure it's ok for Gregory to come by tonight?"

She nods. "Yeah, maybe he'll stop asking to see something scary." She sighs. "Thank you, sir."

....

Evan got dragged somewhere, and he was just trying to make Gregory stop teasing him. He had the ability to show what he looked like when he died. All the kids did. Lizzie liked to use her broken body to crawl weirdly. Why did Mikey get upset? He wasn't mad about the bite anymore, and he forgave him.

"Micheal....?"

"Mommy?" Evan blinked. She can't be in here. She can't leave Ballora.

"A mistake." She hums.

Evan furrows his brows and squints as the light above starts shining. He blinks, getting his eyes to adjust. Micheal had the mask on from his birthday, and why was mom there? Mom left his party early because she had a show.

Micheal was splattered with blood. He was hyperventilating and crying. He was shaking really bad.

"You killed your brother. You couldn't even watch your sister, and she died on your hands, too." Clara chuckles. "Now be a good son for once and get on the table."

A metal table lit up, making its presence known. Evan watched Micheal sway and walk to it as chains erupt from the table, binding him to it.

"Mikey?" Evan whimpered as his mom walked right through him like he wasn't there. "Mikey, come on, this isn't funny."

"Run run run, but the fox always gets caught and ripped apart by dogs in the end." Clara hums a tray of tools that were laid out in front of her. "Now, if you would behave, I wouldn't have to do this."

Voices echo startling Evan.

"You killed your brother."

"Murderer."

"Monster."

"Freak."

Evan frowns watching Micheal cry he isn't struggling. He should be trying to get out of the chains, and mom had a knife, and she was, she was...

Evan screamed. That was too much red, too much red. Mommy wouldn't stop hitting Micheal, and Micheal said he deserved it. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand.

Evan runs up to the table. He runs right through Clara like she wasn't real. He grabs on to Micheal's arm. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, MIKEY." Evan repeated over and over.

"Mikey, I'm sorry." Evan was crying. "Mikey, I'll be better, please." The table was gone, and Micheal was lying on the ground. "Mikey, you have to wake up."

Evan curls up next to Micheal, hugging his arm. "Micheal?" He tugs at his arm. "Micheal, come on. Please? I'll go back to fredbear, and I'll apologize to the mean kid, and I'll, I'll..."

Micheal gives a shuddering breath and pulls his arm away from Evan. His eyes open, and he stares at Evan. He couldn't speak. Even in his head, he couldn't talk. He pulls himself up to sit.

"Mikey?" Evan flinched, watching Micheal stretch long metal tendrils came out of his back, his right eye glowing purple. There was a zipper on his chest that went down to his stomach.

Evan jumped back as the metal tendrils wrapped around Micheal to cover himself. "Mikey?"

Micheal reaches his hand out and then stops seeing them skeletonized. He gasps when Evan grabs his hand.

"Mikey, why do you look weird?" Evan frowns, still crawling into his lap.

Micheal sighs and combs his hands through Evan's short hair. A note appears, and Evan grabs it.

"I didn't hide." Evan puffs out his cheeks. "I was brave."

Micheal snickers and hugs Evan.

"No talking?" Evan frowns. He can remember only one time Micheal didn't talk, Mommy got very mad at him. But this was ok, Micheal wasn't hurt. "No talking is ok."

Micheal sighs and leans back when Evan turns around.

"You have fox ears, and the metal isn't cold like fredbear." Evan reaches out and grabs one of Micheal's fox ears. "It's soft."

Micheal, let's out a breath, but he is smiling. Well, Evan thinks he is his mouth looks a bit too long, Mikey showed him these scars before.

Evan grabs Micheal's hand. "Bones?" His hand is much smaller than Micheal's. "Still bigger than mine." He looks behind Micheal and sees a long, thick devil tail. "That's like the weird poster you had. Daddy didn't like it." Evan reaches around and grabs it. "Heavy..."

Micheal pulls Evan away and shakes his head.

"Ok, no touching." Evan smiles as Micheal nods. "Feeling......" He blinks in the light.

....

Micheal blinks and stares at the ceiling. He's in the bathroom, and... he grimaced, brushing his hand through his hair and feeling the familiar sticky mass. He stared at his hand, and it was covered in red.

"Mikey?" Evan was next to him as he pulled himself up.

Micheal sighs, getting up and turning on the sink to get the blood out of his hair the best he can. Thankfully, he managed to get the unisex bathroom and lock the door.

"Mikey?" Evan has stuck to Micheal's side. "Are you ok?"

Micheal gives Evan a thumbs up.

"No talking?" Evan frowns and points to the door when Micheal is finished getting the blood out of his hair.

Micheal sighs and unlocks it, and Jeremy is on the other side. He holds his hand up and points to his throat.

"Ok, nonverbal." Jeremy smiles. "No blood?"

Micheal shrugs and points to the corner where he hits his head. Most have been washed out.

"Ok, that's good." Jeremy sighs. "Evan?"

"I'm ok, I was very brave." Evan looks up at Jeremy.

Micheal nods and gives Jeremy a hug.

"Ok, good. Alright, little man, your brother is going to be nonverbal for a bit. Uh, he won't be talking for awhile, dunno how long, but don't hold it against him." Jeremy smiles, spotting Evan in the mirror. He has climbed up to the sink.

Micheal sighs and leans on Jeremy.

"Ew, you smell like wet hair and blood." Jeremy laughs, feeling Micheal shake in a silent laugh. "Alright, alright, come on, we have to head back before your uncle gathers a search party."

"What's that? It doesn't sound like a good party." Evan hums as he walks behind Micheal.

Micheal smiles softly and holds onto Jeremy's hand.

..

Henry smiles, watching William talk to Gregory, granted Gregory is more interested in sticking his hand through William than listening, but it was still a nice sight. "Do you need help with his room?"

Vanessa sighs. "Not yet, but probably will when he gets comfortable." She crosses her arms. "How do you prepare for a kid?"

"You don't." Henry chuckles. "You just try your best." His attention, along with everyone else, is pulled away to Jeremy and Micheal returning.

"Mr. Fritz and Jeremy, how are you two?" Vanessa smiles.

"Why's your hair wet?" Gregory looks up, frowning.

Jeremy smiles. "Ah, you know the sink, anyway...."

Evan huffs standing in front of Micheal.

Micheal sighs and takes out his phone, sending a text to Henry.

Henry raises his brow and looks at his phone, then pauses. He always knew Micheal was a bit off growing up, and it didn't slow Charlie down. He also knew William tried his best to shield Micheal when he wasn't well. Now he knows under Clara's strings. He puts his phone to his side. They didn't really have a polite term for this in their youths or even in Micheal's youth, but it didn't matter. He smiles. "That's ok, Micheal. Vanessa and Gregory here are going to join us later tonight."

Micheal nods and takes a seat.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be scary." Gregory smirks. "I highly doubt it."

Henry smiles. "That's enough for now. You're free to explore."

Gregory hums. "I want to see the creepy puppet again."

Henry sighs. "That creepy puppets name is Charlie, and be nice to her tonight."

Gregory shrugs and runs off. Vanessa follows behind.

"You two talked?" Jeremy looks back to Henry.

"We did." He looks back to Micheal. "Is Evan ok?"

Micheal nods and gives a thumbs up.

....

Henry sighs, sitting on the couch next to William. He knew he needed to nap before this night shift, but he really didn't want to be asleep. He can feel his claws eager to rip at something. He needed to destroy something, anything he felt restless.

William stares at his friend, he knew Henry isn't in a good mindset from the inky black traveling up his hands to his elbow. He knows Micheal had a bad breakdown, and Evan had to witness it. Henry did offer for Evan to join them, and he would love to hold his youngest again, but Evan and Micheal refused. Mostly Evan from Micheal's reaction.

Henry flexes his hand, taking a breath. "I think I should be in my own mind...." He trails off as he watches William avert his gaze. "William?"

William sighs and reaches out against his own stubbornness and grabs onto Henry's shirt. He looks away. "I'm worried about Micheal and Evan. I don't even know if Evan understood what happened, and Micheal isn't talking. He can't explain to Evan what happened."

Henry sits back down.

William sighs, covering his face. "I know Micheal's different, but it didn't matter to me. Now Evan saw something in his mind that he probably never should have seen. He's eight Henry, and he can't understand what Micheal went through."

Henry places his hand on William's thigh. "William, we both know Micheal is stronger than he lets on."

"I just... I want to hold my boys Henry." William crosses his arms. "Why did I ever let her in my head? Why didn't I run away when it was arranged? Micheal's, my baby boy. Why did I ever hate him?"

Henry moves a little closer and grabs William's hand. "The past is the past, and we can't change it." He sighs, holding his friend's hand. "We can move forward and help him now."

"Y-yeah." He takes a breath and puts Henry's hand back to his lap, and let's go. "How about we get up, maybe make dinner for him."

Henry frowns he doesn't understand why the lack of contact is upsetting him. He's never been someone who wants contact from one person. He's touchy, yes, but he's like that with everyone. Why did William feel different?

William sighs and shakes his head, getting up. "No, no, there's already too many leftovers in the fridge." He sighs. "Micheal would also worry about you not getting enough sleep." He taps his fingers against his thigh. "I suppose we wait for the alarm."

Henry shook his head, trying to focus himself. He took a breath. "How about another game of chess?"

William frowns but nods. "That sounds like a way to pass the time."

....

"Evan!" Lizzie called out.

Micheal felt Evan leave and watch him jump into the mirror. He waves and sighs.

"Is he coming back?" Jeremy looks back to Micheal.

Micheal nods.

"Cool, so no fun stuff." Jeremy giggles as Micheal mock punches him. "Hey, you're just as much of a fiend as I am."

Micheal waves his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're not comfortable when you can't talk." He smiles at the kiss. "You know I like teasing you."

Micheal grabs his hand and smiles.

"Oh? What's got you in a good mood?" Jeremy chuckles at the scene. Micheal is pointing at Evan, and Charlie are jumping mirror to mirror, and Lizzie is waving a mock flag.

"How cute." Jeremy smiles. "Come on, let's make sure things are in order before everyone else comes."

Micheal nods and holds his flashlight.

......

Henry hums, looking behind him. "Ah, you two arrived just on time." He smiles, unlocking the doors. "Now remember, be nice."

Gregory pulls away from Vanessa running inside, and a scared yelp is heard.

"Gregory?" Vanessa runs in after him. "Gregory, are.... oh." She steps back as the puppet stretches and climbs the glass.

"Charlie says hi." Henry walks in behind the two. "Vanessa is the head of day security, and that's her nephew Gregory. He's a year older than Evan."

A childlike voice burst from the puppet. "I like new guest daddy. Hi, I'm Charlie."

Gregory hides behind Vanessa. "But the puppet isn't supposed to move... or talk."

Vanessa pauses and takes a breath. "Your Mr. Emily's daughter?"

Henry chuckles. "Come on, darling, head to the mirror, you're spooking little Gregory." The puppet crawls back to their box, and a dirty blonde hair girl has jumped into the mirror. She is missing her front right tooth and is wearing overalls.

The loudspeaker crackles to life. "Daddy."

Then the rush of static and Henry steps back rubbing his jaw. He turns to see William tackled by Lizzie and Evan. He thought it would feel crowded, but it just felt like a quiet buzz. It did cause his jaw to ache, but he couldn't tell if that was from William's happiness or the two extra spirits that have joined the two.

Gregory moves away from Vanessa and to the mirror. "Who are you? Why were you in the puppet?"

"Daddy built me the puppet." Charlie hums. "I like the puppet. Why wouldn't I be in there?"

"It's creepy." Gregory huffs, there were more kids around them.

"You're weird." Charlie giggles and jumps to the next mirror. "You're alive." She jumps to another. "Well, wanna meet the others."

Gregory nods, trying to hide his smile. "I want to see the other animotronics moving."

Charlie giggles again as Gregory chases her the many mirrors.

Henry sighs. "Are you alright? He turns his attention to Vanessa.

"There's a lot of kids.." Vanessa frowns

Henry frowns. "I know."

....

William chuckles Lizzie has climbed on his shoulders, and Evan is under his arm. "Alright, you two little mischief makers, where's your older brother?"

Lizzie giggles and points. "Mikey is with his boyfriend."

Evan looks up, smiling. "By foxy, uh Fritz. Jeremy wanted to see if his bloodstain was still there. Mikey isn't talking yet."

William hums. "That's fine, Micheal doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to. Now Lizzie, have you've been behaving?"

"Yessssss." She giggles. "I've been doing gril stuff with Cassady and bothering Mommy. Evan can do gross boy stuff with Micheal."

"Boys aren't gross. You're just weird." Evan jumps out of William's grasp and sticks his tongue out at Lizzie.

"I'm pretty, though." Lizzie twisted her neck, making Evan frown.

Evan sticks his tongue out.

William sighs. "Lizzie, don't freak out your brother. Evan, don't tempt your sister."

"Yes, Daddy." The two kids say together.

William smiles. "Alright, we got to wait for your uncle. Well, I have to wait. You two are free to do as you please."

"I wanna wait." Lizzie says, jumping down to hold on to William's left hand while Evan holds on his right.

"I'll go back to Mikey later." Evan hums, hugging William's hand.

"Mikeys weird." Lizzie huffs. "He likes Jeremy, and he's weird."

"They're both weird." William chuckles.

"Nuhuh, Mikey can do better. Jeremy's too happy."

"I like Jeremy, he's nice."

William smiles. "I'm glad you two approve of your brother's choice in people."

Lizzie sighs. "I guess, but Mikey can do better, like a ballerina or a firefighter."

William chuckles. "How about you tell Micheal that yourself?

Lizzie huffs. "Jeremy isn't that bad." She crosses her arms.

Evan hums. "He makes Mikey gross drinks."

"Gross drinks?"

"Coffee is gross." Evan sticks his tongue out in disgust.

"You got to try coffee. No fair."

William sighs. "Micheal drinks his straight, which I don't exactly approve of."

"It's bitter and gross."

.....

Henry rubs his jaw. It's gotten more uncomfortable he wants to bite directly into a sheet of ice. He sighs. "Don't look so concerned, I must have a cavity or something. I still have my original teeth, all things considered." The lie came out easier than the truth.

Vanessa smiles. "So, uh, I have to ask. Did he kill them all?"

Henry pauses. "William, no. He only took 9 of these kids, his wife Clara." He stops as he gives a scowl in that direction. "Took all the other kids except Evan. His death was an accident." He sighs. "The kids have forgiven William, and I can't, but I have moved forward."

"Did he...." Vanessa trails off.

"Yes, but Charlie is happy, and even though she can, she refuses to move on. I do my best to help these kids. It's a lot safer than letting them roam freely. Most don't understand how strong the animotronics are." He stops spotting Micheal. "Be happy you weren't a night guard in the old locations."

Jeremy has his face pressed against the glass as foxy leans close to their side of the glass. "Ok, Fritz, that's good. Micheal, your flashlight." Jeremy takes the flashlight. Micheal handed him.

A 13 year old boy jumped to the mirror. "Can you see anything?"

"Give me a moment." Jeremy huffs. "They cleaned you up pretty well. I can't even see any stains."

"No fair." Fritz crosses his arms.

"You're telling me I wanted to see my blood stains." Jeremy sighs. "Alright, you can go back."

Henry sighs. "I told you I cleaned foxy myself, Jeremy."

"Yeah, but...." Jeremy huffs. "Oh, can I be in the exhibit during Halloween?"

Henry sighs and gives a look to Micheal, who just shrugs.

Gregory returns by foxy, and Charlie giggles from the mirror. "You're slow."

"Am not." Gregory huffs. "You cheat."

Vanessa smiles. "Did you have fun?"

Gregory looks away, crossing his arms. "They aren't that bad. This place is better at night."

Henry smiles. "I'm glad you enjoy this place. It will be opened up at night starting in October."

"I'm gonna be the scariest one." Lizzie giggles.

"I don't want to scare anyone." Evan frowns.

William picks both of them up. "Alright, you two, we're going to the mirror to be seen by your brother."

Micheal stares at the mirror. The image of his father carrying his two younger siblings makes him smile. He waves at them.

"Hi, Mr. Afton, and little Afton children." Jeremy kisses Micheal's cheek. "Afton adult."

Micheal rolls his eyes.

Jeremy smirks. "You love me."

Lizzie sticks her tongue out.

Evan giggles and jumps out onto Micheal's shoulder. Micheal shivers, feeling the sudden invasion, but it isn't bad. it just hasn't gotten used to it. "Now I'm back with Mikey."

"Why don't you join your brother?" William smiles, ruffling his daughters hair.

"Because boys are gross." Lizzie huffs.

"Your uncle is a boy."

"Uncle Henry doesn't count." Lizzie huffs, jumping into a different mirror heading back to Baby.

Henry chuckles. "We both know you can't argue with kid logic, William."

"Oh hush." William smiles. "Thanks."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't thank me. You would have done the same for me."

"Afton?" Vanessa raises her brow.

Jeremy chuckles. "Micheal doesn't want special treatment, so he uses a different last name."

Vanessa pauses only for a moment, realizing why Micheal uses a different name. "I get it."

Gregory pulls at Vanessa hand. "Do you think we can come back?"

Henry smiles and approaches him. "Of course you are welcome to. You'll have to ask your aunt to make sure it's ok with me first before the night tours start."

"Ok..." Gregory pulls again. "I'm gonna go back by the creepy puppet."

"It's Charlie." Charlie huffs jumping mirror to mirror following Gregory. "And the puppet is cute."

Vanessa smiles again. "Thank you, sir."

"Don't worry about it." Henry smiles. "Just stay away from Ballora and keep him away from her as well."

"Understood." Vanessa starts to walk after Gregory.

[minutiaeoflife]

Take Me Home, Country Roads

* Before you proceed on reading this blog, I suggest you listen to this song as you go on reading every bit of this blog. You may decline this suggestion though, no pressure 😊 *

As we grow older every year, we can't deny the fact that we missed being a child. Being a child feels like we're problem free. Although, before we consider running away from our parents or guardians when they're about to get us to sleep as one of our main problems just because we want to play outside with our friends.

Our featured kid for this blog is a very adorable little girl. We will call her by her nickname, Luna.

Our little Luna is now a healthy 3 year old kid. She can now walk steadily as she was able to learn balancing when she was still 1 year old. She can run aggressively as well, and can climb on chairs expertly, without any help. Although there are certain actions or things where she still needs a little bit of guidance from her mother like wearing, and changing her clothes and taking a bath, in which I find relatable as well since I was also like that to my Mom when I was still young. But with the rest like brushing her teeth and drinking water from glasses, are one of the things that she can do all by herself.

In terms of Luna's growth, according to her Mom, her weight hasn't drastically changed yet, she's not malnourished or obese as well, so far her weight has been consistently 13 kilos. As they have observed, she hasn't grown taller as well. Although those are the factors that other people or parents might be worried about, but for them, it's normal, probably it's because Luna might be experiencing slow growth, like that, and besides that, seeing Luna personally, she's doing fine and well for her age. She's also actively playing with her friends, running around the field, going back to their house to either rest for a while or talk to her Mom or his brother, then go back to her friends again.

Riding a bicycle is currently Luna's favorite pastime, every time she comes home from school, or after she takes a nap, she always goes to her friends then they'll ride the bicycle together. Aside from that, Luna can take commands or errands now, whenever her mother tells her to buy something, she immediately obeys her then goes out to buy it. She already knows how to buy such products at a very young age, and I'm quite shocked about that information. I just couldn't believe that kids like her can do those things because it's all new to me. I didn't experience being told to buy things at the sari-sari store, and take note, Luna's just a 3 year old kid, while me, the first time I was able to buy at a sari-sari store was when I was 10 years old, imagine the gap between us, it's quite crazy how she could do that but oh well, we grew up in a different place and generation so I think that's one thing that separates us.

Luna could now actually talk in complete sentences. I was able to have an opportunity to chitchat with her as she goes near to us when his brother was showcasing his artworks to me (in which you will read later on ;⁠-⁠), in the next blog). She talked to me about how she could do this and that just like what his brother has been doing, drawing and coloring to be exact. One thing that I've noticed is that she always holds my hand to attract my attention and then proceeds on talking to me, she doesn't like it whenever I don't listen to her lol ^⁠_⁠^.

Luna cannot yet distinguish colors but she can already recognize shapes. When I asked her “What color is this?”, she just looked at me and smiled 😅 then proceeds on telling me “It's color red!” but it's a color blue 😭. When I asked her “What shape is this?” (I'm actually pertaining to the shape of the Sun in his brother's homework), she successfully answered, “Circle!”. She was so happy to see me clapped for her, then I went on to another set of asking and teaching her what color is this one and the shapes. She can remember things clearly as well, when she was asked by their teacher where a fish can be usually seen, she answered, in a creek. But when their teacher corrected them that a fish can also be seen in the ocean, she immediately understood that concept and was able to remember it when she was asked by her Tita Aya about it. She cannot yet write, her attention span is quite sensitive as to whenever she sees a bike, she immediately goes to it and plays. So whenever her Mom teaches her to write, she finds it difficult to make her focus, as she's easily distracted by the things around her.

Luna sleeps from 8pm then wakes up at 6am. It's a constant routine of her together with his younger brother. She goes to school from 8am to 10:30am. She immediately takes a nap after coming home from school. After she wakes up from an afternoon nap, she immediately goes outside to play with her friends. There are instances where Luna tends to be shy at new people, or approaching them, but easily warms up after sometime.

Luna can now feel emotions too, whenever she feels like people made her feel like she's not included, she tends to get upset about it. Whenever she gets upset, it's just shallow, she easily gets over it. Not like us, adults, we tend to plant grudge or resentment onto the things/people that made us upset. She cannot yet distinguish her feelings or emotions, like what's the difference between happiness and sadness.

Luna recently shows signs of independence, like when she tells her Mom that she can do this, and that on her own, although she still needs guidance, yet she's firm with her decision that she's capable of doing it on her own. I like the way her Mom gently explains it to her that she still needs help or guidance as her Mom knows better than her, and Luna seems to understand it and was able to grasp the situation.

As I was observing Luna, I suddenly missed the times when I was still a kid. Writing this makes me feel emotional as the feelings of wanting to go back to the past is going stronger than ever. It's like a sudden hit of nostalgia.

Take Me Home, Country Roads is a song that holds a special place to my heart, as this song was always played by my grandfather at their house. This song is a heartfelt ode to West Virginia, painting a vivid picture of its landscapes and evoking a deep sense of nostalgia and belonging. This timeless classic speaks to the yearning for home and the comfort it brings, in which I could relate to childhood. Whenever you see your childhood photos, it's like reminiscing about the old times which can be comparable to the song in which the song was inspired by their drive along Interstate 81, which runs primarily through West Virginia. The nostalgia that you feel whenever you see your younger self through a picture can make yourself emotional. For me, I always want to go back as a kid, as this journey of becoming an adult is quite overwhelming. It's like I'm yearning for a home that I always want to go back to, and the comfort that I'm always seeking for when I became an adult.

Here's a favorite quote of mine from Robert Brault, which is a reflection of what I'm trying to insinuate in the last paragraph.

"In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in." – Robert Brault

Love,

Irish & Jairine <3

Here's a bit of a sneak peek to our lil bubbly Luna 💚✨

photo ops; 🫶🏻

[tero-ga]

Aaaaanother TGAA SwapAU stuff and it is my wonderful boy Albert as the prosecutor!!

I've changed some of the designs in this one like the jacket color to white to make a resemblance of a lab coat and reflecting of Kazuma white school uniform, as well trying to bring more Frankenstein's Monster vibe too hehe (aaand make him look more miserable too). He is also have a locket that have a painting of him and his two brothers, it was given by Andrew during his wedding!

I also made bunch of character that related to Swap!Albert's life from 10 years ago, like Andrew(Klint's roleswap) and his other brother Michael, university Barok and Albert, etc. more info about the are there down below 👇👇

First of I wanted to say I'm sorry I can't do full render of everyone here, do that with all of them would be death sentence for me so I couldn't do it 😭😭 Anyway without further ado, I'm going right into it! Start from left to right!

This first one Ryunosuke father replacing as Genshin Asogi. At first while brainstorming I was thinking of maybe do three switch around with Genshin, Jigoku, and Yujin but the it somehow felt weird for me. Then the thought of maybe involving Auchi in this too (like, imagine him being swap with Jigoku wouldn't that be funny and terrifying thought), but discarded that idea out because of Menimemo would have no one to swap with (i have to i'm sorry). Sooo I ended just design him from scratch, he is quite easy to figure out since Genshin doesn't really have much going on with him, but since we don't have any idea of original Ryunosuke's parents at all I have to take idea from something else, and that is his daruma doll for his eyes (he is half blind!! :D) and Phoenix DD/SOJ design (droopy hair and light vest) and everything else is from Genshin. His name is Ryuuki Naruhodo since Ryunosuke is another name for Ryuichi so I want to keep the train going!!

Andrew the screwdriver, oh I missed him- Anyway, I redesign his outfit because tbh his previous outfit is ridiculous 😭 it's funny and fun but I do want to take him seriously now. I'm tried to keep the A shape still but it's less subtle now, I think it turned out okay!! (Oh yeah, his cane is supposed to be a hidden sword but i forgot to put that in the drawing 😭). I was supposed to make his bowtie red like the hair tie but then I realized it will getting rid of the purpose of the hair tie (it referencing the blood on the tip of the screwdriver) so I ended up making it color silver.

The Lady Baskerville, I gave her similar design to Sunny(Herlock!Swap) with the bowtie, color palette to his mascot, and hair on her. I'm not really quite fond with her design, maybe I'll do redesign her again if I got a idea pop up like crazy but in the meantime this is her design.

Guess who is this?? Another one of Albert's tool is here finally!! Michael the crosshead screwdriver! Since we never see Michael anywhere and only mentioned once in the game he is, I'm just draw simple design for him (I wished I could put M shape in the design but I have no idea WHERE to put it 😭 so I tried used the bowtie for it). I also thought it would be nice to make him a defense attorney so I made the design for the badge too. Since he is sadly not going to be mentioned a lot in this AU since I'm trying to make the storyline same as the original, so I made a backstory of what happened in the fun fact tags. There was supposed to be more tool to be added but my god that would be taxing to design, so I have to make only Andrew and Michael as his only siblings.

The doggie Balmung replacement, Bolt, He is a Irish Setter! Beforehand he was supposed to be Borzoi but then research the background of the breed I don't how difficult it is to actually get one in that era so I have to changed breed :((

Albert and Barok in university days!! I just keep same as before like previous design!! There's a tiny change like the hair and the neckties.

There is going to be more content of them soon because I have a lot of ideas for them sooo stay tuned ;)

Here's the concept designs!!

[dangerous-realms]

"I don't know either, like somewhere near six million or something. I just know that he's old as fuck, is a god, and is the sire of the Evoline race by word of mouth of my the eldest of my race, Daiydra, aka my older sister. Though I think she's like 5 635 962 years old, but she's not the oldest of my siblings in total. She's also half of a race that care for destroyer and creator gods, so yeah she fun to try and get a few hits off of."

There has yet to be an Evoline to die of natural causes, and she wasn't aware of any who died in combat either. She just assumed being half god made them harder to defeat, which made sense in her eyes. Hina was naturally amongst the strongest of them due to her liniage, something Azura envied as she didn't know who her mother is.

"I've never doubted that you couldn't, but I guess there is just some ease in seeing it first hand. Anyone can say they can handle themselves, but not everyone can back those words up be it physically or mentally."

She would nod at what he says about her wanting Kefla to wear of Kiyokatas energy, she would be helping Hikotoshi with the food and with how Kefla is she could tell he could keep an eye on the energetic boy. Though she would have a guilty look on her face when he mentions that she sometimes has a thousand things on her mind at once, and when he pointed out that her and her son are similar in that way

"Ah, I think it's a habit I developed as a nestling, I don't really remember my room having much to do so I'd just make things up to keep busy. It helps with mind readers though, gives them migraines and keeps them off what you are really thinking. As for Kiyo? He's young, and he has my desire to explore things, so he has a pretty active imagination."

Though of he said that he sees anything suspicious, Azura would always force Hikotoshi to go check it out while she stayed and protected their child from whatever it was, it was better then just dismissing something that could be detrimental to a young child's mind. Not to mention there has been occasions where Hikotoshi has found what Kiyokata had mentioned and taken care of it.

"You know, it's quite cute to see you and Kiyo interact, even after you gave him such a fright. He's brave for his age, smart too as he's already picked up cooking and a bit of easy training, his flying gotten better since last month too. But I do appreciate you doing such, and your words to take care of him."

After what she says she would notice Hikotoshi start decending, Kiyokata following after his father after a light blue glow surrounded him for a few seconds to correct him.

"Oh, we are here."

She would move away from Kefla so she could spred her wings and angle them for a smooth decent, something that was much better then hurtling down to the planet. There was naturally trees of many colors guarding the sanctuary the god and child inhabited, a nice open space with a few well cared for buildings that are somewhat on stilts. Something that would make sense as there was a nice lake teaming with plenty of fish in front of them.

One of the buildings was clearly a kitchen if the drying herbs and meat outside it were anything to go off of, a little training area off in another clearing. A few room like structures which are lived in, one clearly lived in by Hikotoshi and the other Kiyokata. The sliding walls of Kiyokatas house was clearly built with enrichment in mind as the solid walls were decorated with many things as well painted in a way that worked well in both the day time and the night and had some areas for him to climb around as well as a hammock for him to sleep in. Plenty of had made toys and a good amount of books as well are in his room. Meanwhile Hikotoshis room is closed off, making it clear that he didn't want anyone in it. There is also a few more building and room areas clearly built for guests or storage. All im all there was about seven to eight structures total.

There is also a gardening area full of fresh vegetables, and many herbs and fruits as well outlining the area around the camp.

"Kehehe! Where here mister Kefla! Are you ready to race?"

"I expect him back when the sun starts setting as it gets dark quickly on this planet. Me and Azura will have the food ready when you get back."

He knew of night roaming beasts, and he knew that his son would have nightmares if he encountered them. Something no parent wanted to deal with, but he had to on occasion and would let Kiyokata sleep in his room until the nightmares were gone.

[— I don't know how old your father is, but you said you're a thousand years old, so that does give me a global idea about his age. He is likely the same age as Cybele. In any case, I'm glad to hear that you finally recognize that I can handle myself just fine.]

Sometimes, she was overly protective of him, and it was also a pain to be spoiled by her like he was a child. Anything he asked, she gave him without even thinking about it. It often made him wonder just what exactly could she get her to do, but reminded himself that he was a good person now. Well, as good as someone who murdered, sold, stole in the past could be. Even had a deal with Freeza for as long as he stayed in the seven universe, he couldn't say he regretted it. The little bastard could certainly bring some good things to the table.

[— So, you want to tire him out? He is certainly full of energy, so I can see why you'd want me to do that. I see, he has a hard time focusing on one thing, just like his mother. Children are often said to be full of energy, but I think it's because he has taken more from your side, personality wise. From the time we have spent together, I know you get easily bored and think of thousands of things in a minute. Anyway, I'll make sure to take care of him like he is my child.]