#i think i should get into woodcarving...

[keeps-ache]

okay, my plotting

[creepypasta65]

Hi what do u think the creepypastas hobbies would be?

I chose random characters if that's okay. Thanks for the request :)

Toby, Jeff, and Eyeless Jack Hobbies:

Toby 🪓:

Toby loves woodcarving.

In his spare time, he carves animals with a pocket knife and gifts them to some mansion residents like Nina or Ben.

He likes hatchet throwing for obvious reasons. Toby has gained nice biceps from throwing hatchets.

Toby draws. Though he's not the best artist, he can draw pretty decently. He mostly draws abstract or cartoonish drawings.

He likes walking and exploring the forest, collecting rocks, pinecones, and sticks.

Toby also likes photography. He takes pictures of animals around the forest like deer, raccoons, ducks, etc.

He enjoys playing video games with Ben and Jeff. He may not be the best at them but enjoys them.

Jeff🔪:

Jeff also does woodcarving. Sometimes, he and Toby carve together or make each other little figures.

He is a workout type of dude. Jeff cares about his appearance, especially his body. He works out a lot. He has many dumbbells in his room. Jeff's weight lifts the most he can lift is probably 50 to 100lbs.

Jeff also likes boxing to take out his anger and stress.

Jeff plays video games with Ben and Toby. He enjoys beating Toby but rages when Ben beats him.

Loves listening to music. He enjoys rock bands like Mcr, PTV, The Cure, etc.

Jeff also enjoys watching horror films and makes fun of the dumb protagonist. He's like, "What are you doing RUN!". Yeah, he yells at the TV.

He plays the electric guitar and practices his favorite songs. He usually plays when he's alone because he doesn't want anyone to know.

Eyeless Jack🫘:

Jack enjoys reading. His favorite books are non-fiction, mystery, and thriller with the occasional romance. Yeah, he likes love stories.

However, he still reads medical books about the human body.

He is a writer. Jack is currently writing a book, which is a mini-series about a detective.

Jack also likes working out. His workout buddy is Jeff. They both encourage each other to do better.

He is a fan of astronomy and loves stargazing. Jack also knows all the constellations. Not many of the creepypastas know that about him. Pls ask him about the stars or constellations, he would be so happy to tell you everything about them.

Jack likes cooking. It reminds him of when he was human. He gets so happy when the creepypastas ask him to cook or compliment his food. However, he can't eat any of it because it makes him sick he can only remember how it tastes.

He likes playing checkers and chess.

Should I make a pt2? Have a nice day/night :)

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 20

Part 19

There was no other way to describe it, Eddie thought as he literally watched Steve sitting under a tree with Robin, laughing at something she said. Spring had not only come to this land, but to the prince as well. Like a flower in bloom, he was open and inviting. And everyone longed to be like the sun, having that flower turn to face them. At least, that was the thought that crossed Eddie’s mind and surely everyone else felt the same way.

He teased the kids more, ruffling their hair, and even allowing himself to be the but of the joke at times. He and Robin turned out to be thick as thieves, which Eddie could have never predicted. All this because he had been allowed to roam the town.

Yesterday, Eddie happened to spy a hickey peeking from the top of Steve’s collar and could deny it no longer. He had found a lover. Steve had found a lover. Perhaps even more than one. After all, there was no reason to limit himself to just one. The fact remained though that someone was making him glow with their affections. 

Someone out there was kissing him, whispering sweet things in his ear, telling him how lovely he was-SNAP

Eddie looked down to the broken quill in his hand. 

“Something on your mind?”, Gareth asked, returning a book on one of his shelves.

Eddie wriggled his fingers and brushed the broken quill away, careful not to smudge what he had just been writing. “No. Nothing at all”, he lied. 

Gareth waited patiently for him to continue, knowing he would. In the meantime, he grabbed another book and sat on the other side of Eddie’s desk.

“Steve has been going out often, hasn’t he?”

“About every other night, yes. Are you regretting giving him that freedom?”

“Well…”, Eddie struggled for only a second to think of a reason. “What if Nancy’s right?” He pushed off from his desk and stood, going to the window behind him. Thankfully Nancy was in a neighboring town, otherwise he’d fear she would actually materialize out of thin air.

“About the prince conspiring with townsfolk?”

“Or a spy. Anyone really. We just don’t know.”

Gareth sighed. “Time to put on my ‘Nancy hat’. Why don’t you send someone to follow him and see?”

The last thing Eddie wanted to see was Steve actually in the middle of the deed. But going along just far enough to make sure no other liaisons were happening was just his duty as a king, wasn’t it? He had to protect his people. And if Steve was only just meeting lovers, well he should feel confident enough to bring them back to the castle to introduce to everyone, shouldn’t he? If they weren’t conspirators anyway.

Eddie found the resolution to do so just a few nights later. He and Robin were relaxing in a sitting room, sipping together after having sent the kids to bed a couple hours ago. That was when Steve came in and draped himself on the couch Robin was sitting on with a dreamy sigh.

“Let me guess”, she said. “The woodcarver’s son?”

“You know me a little too well for how short we’ve known each other”, Steve said, bringing his head to her lap.

Eddie was sitting on the couch opposite them, leg propped up on the armrest. He didn’t like the way Steve didn’t even seem to notice he was there.

“You’re late”, he said, sitting up.

Steve turned just his head to look at him. “I know, I’m sorry. But it’s not always easy to get away.”

Robin snorted. “You mean clean up takes forever?”

“Don’t be crass”, Steve scolded lightly. “And I’ll have you know, Jason is the perfect gentleman. He always helps me clean up afterward.”

Eddie knew of Jason, the son of a woodcarver. Diligent in his work, a leader among the youth in town. His face was…fine, Eddie had to admit. He certainly wasn’t plotting to take Eddie’s kingdom down, that was for sure. Born and raised here, Jason only stirred up trouble a couple of times the way kids typically did. He had no reason to mistrust him.

And yet…

As the night went on, Steve and Robin continued to talk about him. Apparently Jason first saw him at the festival when he competed in the games. They talked a lot about athletic pursuits. Wood carving wasn’t for the soft of hands after all. Robin asked about others Steve had met with. Faith, Gabriella, Harris, but it always came back to Jason. 

He must be Steve’s favorite. Which meant that Eddie had to see what the big deal was about. On top of all the other reasons he’d come up with before too, of course. Steve didn’t go out the next night or the one after. But the third night, he did and Eddie followed. He traveled in the shadows until they got to town, then shifted to a bird. His usual form would have been instantly recognizable at this point, so he went with a starling appearance tonight.

Steve tied his horse to a post and went into a tavern. Eddie perched on a window just long enough to see Steve immediately sit down with a young woman. So not Jason. He waited by the door for someone to go through and flew in, staying aloft in the rafters and close to the edges of the ceiling. He got right above their table to listen in. She seemed a sweet lady, but looks could be deceiving.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight”, Steve said. “I thought your family needed help at home this week?”

“I was able to get away”, she said. “Are you…disappointed?”

Steve reached out and touched her cheek. “How could I be when I am gifted with your presence?”

She melted in his touch and Eddie had seen enough. There was nothing shady going on, so he had no reason to stay. He went back home, but spent about an hour, pacing about in his room, trying to find explanation for why he was so agitated. Steve hadn’t lied. Hadn’t gone against them. Which meant he got to say ‘I told you so’ to Nancy when she got back. The night after that, Eddie sat down in his chair, ready for story time but was off most of the evening. El was the one to point it out.

“Why do you keep looking at the door? Are you expecting someone?”

“This late?”, Lucas asked.

“Yeah, you’ve been kind of twitchy all night”, Dustin added.

“No I haven’t, and it’s fine”, Eddie brushed them off. He knew it was because of Steve. If these kids knew, they wouldn’t stop until they got to the bottom of why. And Eddie wasn’t ready to face the why. 

It wasn’t until Robin spoke up later, once the children were sent off that he got the kick in the pants to find out the truth.

“They’re right you know. You were twitchy.”

“You know I can’t stand still for more than a minute”, Eddie said in his defense.

“Yeah, but this is different. It’s like…”, then she snapped her fingers. “How Mike gets when Will would rather spend time with Lucas.”

Eddie’s stomach dropped. They had been teasing Mike about his not so secret crush for a while now. To be compared to that…

The only way to prove he wasn’t jealous was to see Steve actually be with someone and have no problem with it, right? He had walked in on more than one of his servants entangled with each other. It was a big castle, places for secret rendezvous were numerous. He’d even happened on Dustin stealing a kiss from a girl in town once. He felt nothing when watching others share their affections. So Steve shouldn’t be any different. 

Eddie hadn’t disciplined Steve when he came back late, so he got more bold with his curfew. He always returned to lay his head in the castle, Eddie noticed, but he didn’t rush back as the sun set either. One day he left as the sun was dipping low, giving the last bits of light as he traveled on the path from here to town. 

Eddie followed, in his raven form this time as pitch black wings were better for camouflage in the night. And Steve may recognize this form, but even if he saw him, surely he wouldn’t put two and two together. There was more than one raven in the world, they couldn’t all be Eddie. When Steve dismounted, the tavern was just a quick stop. He tied the horse to a post and then went across the street. 

He watched the prince chat up a candlemaker, seemingly having just a nice conversation before leaving to go somewhere else. Eddie was about to follow when his bird’s eye view allowed him to see a child sitting in an alley, legs hugged to their chest. He flew down and pecked at their shoe to get their attention.

A nice shoe, not an orphan, probably just lost. The kid seemed down on themselves and after Eddie played around to get their spirits up (making funny bird noises, puffing his feathers up, tugging at their hair) he was able to lead them out of the alley. Feeling less hopeless, the child called out for their parents and Eddie helped to get attention by squawking from their shoulder.

A man ran up and scooped up the kid, grateful for having found him. Eddie took his leave then, but had unfortunately lost Steve. He knew he wasn’t at the pub, so his only lead was the woodcarver’s. That was where he flew and sure enough, when he perched on the roof, he heard something from behind it.

A soft sound, just a low ‘mmf’ that anyone else still on the street or in their homes wouldn’t be able to pick up. He walked across the roof and the posterior of the shop was lit by just a single lantern hung from a rung. He peered down, almost hanging upside down to see Steve, legs wrapped around Jason while he was sat upon some crates. Steve let out another quiet moan and Jason gave him a gentle shush.

“It’s the evening hour, you’ll wake everyone up if you’re too loud”, Jason smiled while continuing to thrust into him.

Steve pressed his lips together to keep from making too much noise. His eyes were unfocused as they looked up, suddenly gaining focus and gasping when he noticed the bird watching them. Eddie remained frozen. If he left now that he’d been spotted it would practically confirm his identity. Steve tightened his hold on Jason. His panting picked up as he got closer and Jason stuck two fingers into his mouth.

The prince groaned and for just a moment, Eddie imagined what wonders Steve was doing with his mouth. Was he simply sucking or did his tongue lick between the digits? Eddie knew he should leave, it was only decent. But Steve’s gaze kept him tethered to where he was. His eyes only closed when he started to cum, Jason pushing and pulling a few more times before he did as well. 

Steve was floating. Jason pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his shirt. He was saying something as Steve came back into himself but he wasn’t sure what. The bird had flown away.

Part 21

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[niftukkun]

for the first week of @shepscapades 's hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an aarakocra artificer!

for an elaboration on my choices in character design,

aarakocra was kind of an obvious choice, but as a bonus i made grian a scarlet macaw aarakocra because Pesky Bird.

im not sure how much the design communicates artificer, but that's halfway intentional since i wanted the design to communicate grian more than generic dnd character. i very specifically chose the artillerist subclass because on my brief readthrough on the wiki artillerist is not only apparently the explosions subclass but also on the 3rd level artillerists get eldritch cannons and on the 9th level artillerists get to explode the eldritch cannons! and i thought that was cool so i included an exploding cannon in the brackground of the drawing.

why artificer? uh. mm. i just find them kinda neat. also it kind of fits grian's. researcher? thing?? with the rift and entity this season. im not sure how it translated into amethysts just kind of appearing all over the design but hey i think it fits and the purple accent over everything reminds me of minecraft enchantments so. oh also i couldnt decide on a weapon but when i searched up woodcarver tools (cause artillerist subclass) there was one that kinda looked like what hes holding and i think grian is unhinged enough to use a tool as a weapon so i just gave him that

also i feel like it should go without saying that grian is on the chaotic end of the chart. im leaning towards chaotic neutral but honestly i think that morality is kind of a weird thing to measure in/from minecraft where death more or less holds no meaning and the guy in question has definately killed all his friends at least once and one specific friend about a thousand times so. eh

also sidenote but according to the wiki artificers are more support than anything but you cannot look me in the eyes and say grian isnt the main damage dealer or the guy who causes the most chaos during battle. he has so many counts of property damage and the only reason im not calling him a murder hobo is because hes more creative than that. if he wants to be chaotic he can do better murder is the least creative way to cause chaos; hed eat a plot important object whole in front of the town mayor before going on a murder hobo spree

[lauronk]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Joel and Anna get together after Sarah goes to college. Ellie is their kid and Sarah is the cool aunt figure.

hi! thank you so much for the prompt! ngl, i struggled with it a little because i do not know how to write Romantic Joel, he exists only as Dad in my head lol but i gave it a good shot, i hope you enjoy!

the best day with you today

length: ~1.2k words tags: canon divergence; modern au; everyone's alive; joel/anna; joel & ellie & anna & sarah; family feels; pregnancy; family bonding; dunking each other in the river; no beta we die like david

Joel had never really planned on having another kid. Hell, he’d barely even planned on having the first - definitely not as young as he’d been - but Rae had gotten pregnant and they’d gotten married and then barely a year after Sarah’s birth, she’d decided she wasn’t cut out for motherhood, and she bailed. Sarah had no memories of her, but other than a few growing pains here and there, she’d never seemed to be worse off without her.

Joel had raised her and watched her graduate and sent her off to college (all the way to San Marcos, which really isn’t that far, Dad, I’ll come visit plenty) and then realized he had no damn idea what to do with his life now. No soccer practice to cart her to, no sleepovers to host, no extracurriculars to plan around.

Now it was just him and his empty house and enough woodcarvings to fill the time that Tommy finally confiscated his knives and said he could have them back if he left the house once a week for two months.

So, after digging around on the internet a little, he’d gone to the library down the street, picked up their calendar, and signed up for the monthly book club and the Spanish conversation group. Both of which, it turned out, were attended by a woman named Anna who had a habit of shooting him amused looks when one of the other book club members made an asinine remark.

True to his word, Tommy returned the knives to him after two months, but they started collecting dust almost immediately because Joel spent all his free time with Anna. A coffee date turned into a dinner date and within two weeks they were seeing each other near daily.

Sarah had been astonished - and more than a little skeptical - when Joel sat her down and told her that he and Anna were planning to get married, with her blessing of course, barely ten months after meeting. Joel could see it all over her face that she didn’t think it would last, that he was having some kind of midlife crisis - not helped by the fact that Anna was nearly ten years younger than him - and that they wouldn’t last the year.

But she could see how important this was to him, so she gave her blessing anyway. No matter her own reservations, she wanted her dad to be happy. And she liked Anna a lot, thought her a good match for Joel, even if everything was moving unsettlingly fast.

They’d done a small ceremony in the backyard, just Sarah, Tommy, and Anna’s best friend Marlene in attendance. And for another two years that had been their family; neither of them had planned on having kids.

But then Anna started throwing up, missed her period, and those two lines on the test turned pink. And suddenly, they were having a baby.

Ellie made her arrival a week before Sarah’s twenty-first birthday, and Joel’s eldest spent what should have been a night out partying pacing laps around their living room cradling her sister, while Joel and Anna snagged a few precious hours of sleep. He’d been worried that getting a baby sister when she herself was full grown would be a problem for Sarah, but it had been the opposite. Ellie was Sarah’s favorite person ever, a feeling that went both ways as Ellie got older.

Wild, Joel thought, watching Ellie and Sarah float in their tubes ahead of him and Anna, how his girls could be so far apart in years and yet be so close and so similar. Maybe not wild, just…lucky.

The two of them are shooting mischievous grins over their shoulders now, and Joel shares a wry look with Anna. Her nose and cheeks are tinted red with the sun, tips of her fingers tracing lightly through the water as they float down the San Marcos River.

“Here,” Joel says, carefully tossing her the small tube of sunscreen. He points to his own nose and cheeks. “Think you need a bit of a touch up, you’re gettin’ a little crispy.”

Anna gives him a wry smile, rubbing a fresh coat over her face. “Not all of us were made to roast in the Texas sun, sweetheart.”

Joel shrugs. “Can’t help it that I tan and you don’t, darlin’. Y’know –”

Something pushes hard on the bottom of his tube, and Joel goes ass over head into the river, the cold temperature jolting him into opening his mouth and damn near inhaling enough water to fill his lungs. When his head breaks the surface a chorus of laughter greets him - six feet away Ellie is clambering back into her tube while Sarah tries to hold it steady. Next to him Anna is howling, her own hand barely maintaining a grip on his tube while the other clutches her stomach. He doesn’t bother climbing back into it; instead he propels himself forward through the water until he’s caught up to the girls.

Ellie shrieks and tries to paddle away, but she’s too slow, and Joel has her flipped into the water in a matter of seconds. He waits until she surfaces, gulps in a bit of air, and then promptly dunks her again.

She comes back up sputtering, a hand frantically trying to wipe her face clean. “Rude!” is all she manages, scooping a hand through the water to splash him. It hits him in the chest - he can still hear Sarah and Anna laughing - and he propels himself forward to hook an arm around her waist and hoist her up over his shoulder. It takes more effort to keep them afloat - his back is gonna hate him for this later, fifty-seven is really a bit too old to be lifting teenagers, even ones as scrawny as Ellie - but he paddles them unevenly back over towards Anna.

“Caught you something, huh?” His wife calls, shielding her face when Ellie aims a splash of water her way too.

“Sarah neglected to mention the river was full of gremlins,” he says back, giving her a grin before sucking in a breath and plunging himself - and his squirming daughter - under the water once more. Only once they’ve surfaced again does he release her, the two of them treading water.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re an ass?” Ellie says playfully, splashing him again.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a little shit?” He retorts, splashing her right back.

“Anyone ever tell either of you that you're exactly the same?” Anna cuts in from behind them, one hand still holding Joel’s tube.

“No,” they reply simultaneously, and she lets out another bark of laughter, echoed by Sarah on the other side of them.

“I’m never bringing y’all floating again,” she says teasingly, her head tipping back dramatically.

“Oh please,” Ellie doggy paddles forward, hoisting herself back into her tube next to her sister. “You’d be so bored doing this without us. You love us.”

Sarah scrunches up her nose, pretending to think for a moment before she leans over - nearly upsetting her own tube - and smacking a kiss onto her younger sister’s cheek. “Yeah, guess I do.”

thanks for reading!

[wisteriaiswriting]

hello! hope youre having a good day:>

may i request for a general romantic hcs for overwatch hanzo? (e.g first kiss, confession, fav date places etc)

thank you so much!

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Words: 278

He was never one to give kisses early into the relationship. Needing time to build a connection strong enough to do so.

Needs the scenario to be perfect when the time comes. Wanting it to be romantic and comfortable for both of you.

Even if you say so he’ll get your confirmation at every step of the way. After his many years of mistakes and self doubt he needs to know you’re okay with this.

It will be a few months before he even thinks about confessing. All after many months of denying these feelings.

But when he actually does it’s everything you could ever dream of. Flowers, chocolate or anything else you prefer, definitely in private while telling you everything that he loves and that led up to this moment.

Before this he has backed out many, many times. With Genji and Illari forcing him to finally do it.

His top is gift giving, close next is acts of service.

With gift giving he especially loves making items to give, sees it as being more sincere.

A secret hobby of his is woodcarving. Has had you a smaller custom design based on yourself, which includes matching arrows. (All have both of your names carved into them.)

He’ll take you to one of many Japanese buffet style places. It’s one he used to frequent in his younger years, but not as often now.

You cannot convince this man to let you pay. He is taking that burden as someone like you should never.

Unless you have allergies or just don’t like certain foods, he’ll have you try every bit of food he orders. Hopes you’ll do the same.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 4

The third floor. It’s been smelling oddly sweet so far, but otherwise normal. The darkened walls and stars, the smell of sadnesses, and rooms and tears everywhere. There is the hair too, which is interesting. Human, but soaked in that same sweet smell. Sadness is different. Combined with the hunger, and it’s been a little distracting. The floors layout hasn’t helped either, but you got that nice picture! You’re glad Isa knew about that.

But now that you’ve finally got this crest, you decide to try it out. You open up the corridor near the mirror room, since that seems like a nice one and find… A writing room. There’s… Not gonna be anything here to help with that hair barrier, is there?

✸ Correct Stardust! Looks like a dead end. Might as well explore before looping back though

Stars. Well, Ok. You head over to a bookshelf and take a look, see if there’s… Great. It’s a horror anthology. You’re not a fan of horror.

▲ “Oooh Mira, looks like the kind of books you like, yeah? Horror books… This one looks massive! What’s this one ca-”

◉ “THAT'S THE "HANDSOME YOUNG MEN FALLING INTO BEAUTIFUL HEARTBREAKING MADNESS" HORROR ANTHOLOGY!!!”

You jump backwards, nearly tumbling!

◉ “DID… DID SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE HAVE THIS ALL THIS TIME?”

✿ “Did someone keep it from you???”

◆ “What is it, anyway?”

◉ “It’s an anthology about pure-hearted boys being subjected to awful monsters and horror situations!!!”

Yeah, you figured. Monster books are not your thing, for obvious reasons. But Mira likes them, so you listen as she talks about the stories, and you feel confident in not wanting to read this. You zone out for a bit, letting her chat...

◉ “And also sometimes the hero’s end up bonding with the monsters, too-”

✦ “WAIT WHAT”

Oh my stars really?!

▲ “Woah! That got Sif’s attention.”

✿ “Me too! That sounds crazy!”

◉ “Oh yeah! While it’s not often, there are a couple stories that have that. It’s pretty good!”

✦ “I need to see those! So bad! You have no idea!”

Oh my stars oh my stars REALLY? That’s a thing people wrote? Monsters not only good people but ROMANCE??? You HAVE to see it!!!

▲ “I too, would like to see the monster romance stories.”

◆ “I’d like to see all of that actually. You’ll have to give us recommendations afterwards.”

You nod furiously! You have never been excited for a horror book before! Your practically vibrating with excitement!

◉ “Of course! I’d love to! I’ll even lend some of my favorites! Well… As soon as we escape a horror story of our own I guess.”

◆ “Hah! I’m looking forwards to it.”

… Right. You have to get them out first. But this is a dead end so… You’ll have to ask Mira about it after your done!

>>>

Can’t believe you missed a key on the second floor! So BLINDING stupid. And your not gonna loop forwards, cause your trying to conserve energy for the king, and whatever this key unlocks will probably take you right to them. So here you are, in the trap room. You kinda sped past this room a little last time, but you might as well look around to get your mind off things.

Hm, are those wood carving tools?

◉ “Oh, you interested in trying woodcarving again, Siffrin?”

✦ “! I mean, I’m not sure.”

You have mixed feelings about wood carving.

▲ “I still have the figurine you made last time! It wasn’t that bad, I’m sure you could get the hang of it!”

◆ “Really? Because last I checked, that thing was more glue and splinters then carving.”

✿ “Yeah, I think frin almost broke their knife making it!”

◉ “It wasn’t that bad! At least you didn’t hurt yourself.”

...You actually did stab yourself pretty badly... But you put it back together before anyone noticed, so it’s fine!

✦ “I’ll just stick to tinkering.”

◆ “Indeed. No shame in focusing on your talents.”

Maybe not for most. You should be good at it. You have to find a way to, at some point. It was one of Siffrin’s hobbies, and you should be able to do it for them. But… You guess tinkering is close enough for now.

You grab the key and move on.

>>>

As you enter the room at the end of the corridor, you find an empty room, with nothing but a statue of the change god. Is… Is that it? You’ve checked nearly every other room in the house, you don’t have anything else...

▲ “Well, I thought there’d be something in this room but…”

✿ “BUT IT’S A CRABBING DEAD END!!!!!!!”

◆ “Language”

◉ “But there’s an intact statue of the Change God over there… Isn’t it the first we’ve seen one in the house?”

...Huh. She’s right, it’s the only one. You decide to take a closer look. Maybe there’s something? This is your last option. If you can’t find something here, you’ll have to start taking drastic measures...

Your party starts to pray. You… Decide to join them. You know they likely won’t care for you, but… For the other’s sake, you pray. It’s all you can think of to do right now.

In a sudden flash of light, you feel something in your hands! It’s.. A knife?!? Shaped like a key???

◉ “Siffrin?? Wh-What are you holding there???”

✿ “A KNIFE!!!!!!”

▲ “Did, Did the change god give it to us???”

◆ “Huh??? No, it can’t-”

◉ “I think th-they did!!! With it, we can-”

With another light, you feel the world fall out around you, as you hurtle across a pure white realm not your own, emerging back in the main room. You all look around, in disbelief. There. There’s no way…

◆ “What the-”

▲ “We’re back here?”

✿ “The Change God beamed us here!!!”

You all stand there in disbelief.

And you… They… They gave it. To you.

They… They trust you? They answered you?

You feel tears down your cheek. They… They have to know what you’ve done, far better then what little fragments you can remember, but still…

◉ “Siffrin? You Ok? Your crying.”

✦ “I… Yeah. Just. A little overwhelmed.”

◆ “Whatever Deity gave us this knife, thank you.”

You hold the dagger close. And say quietly under your breath, so no one else can hear.

✦ “Thank you. For forgiving me.”

You walk forwards, and cut through the wall of hair in a single blow, putting your inhuman strength behind it’s blade. The knife shatters under the strain, but it’s alright. You can take it from here.

You have a king to beat.

>>>

Your well fed, thanks to Bonnie (Siffrin had good taste, those fritters were FANTASTIC), and you are all ready. It’s time. You clutch the broken hilt of the key dagger to your heart.

You enter into the final hallway. Towering above you, as their bright locks fill the room, sits the king. Their darkened, star adorned armor covering their form, their hands obscuring their face. Still as a statue, until you approach, and they begin to stir.

♔ “Ah….. Ah….. Young ones…. Are you….. here to kill me…..?”

You all stare at them, readied. Determined. He first turns to Mirabelle.

♔ “Oh…. Young lady…… You stand for Change Themselves, do you not…..?”

He pauses, awaiting a response.

◉ “You have denied the entire country of change. Of life itself. And we won’t let you win.”

He sits solemnly, and then lifts his head to see you all.

♔ “…. A shame….. I just want the world to be safe as it is……... Frozen forever in this perfect state……….. And the rest of you……?”

▲ “You’ve hurt too many, and we need to stop you! For all of Vaugarde!”

◆ “This country shouldn’t be confined to history yet.”

✿ “y-Yeah! You won’t get away with this!”

✦ “We can’t afford to let you win.”

The king stares, unmoving, then with a sudden snap, turns to face you. He stares you down, pure hatred in what little of his face you can see. There is a cold, icy rage to his voice as he speaks.

♔ “You….. Bright one…. Do you remember?”

W-What? Do they...? How do they know it’s you? How do they remember?!? Even you can barely get anything! Play it dumb, play it dumb!

✦ “R-Remember what?”

♔ “….. What cruel irony……”

♔ “In this battle between eternity and the end…… We shall fight…..”

As he lifts himself from the ground, is voice becomes booming, filling the room.

♔ “AND WE SHALL SEE WHICH SIDE THE UNIVERSE FAVORS”

As you pull out your weapons, the king begins to channel immense craft energy. A swelling power begins to fill the room, so potent it’s nauseating.

♔ “… For the sake of the rest of you, I shall be merciful…….. And give you time to come to terms with the end.”

You can feel this energy so clearly. It’s so potent and deadly. It’ll kill you all if you can’t stop it!

✦ “Isa, defense! Everyone, we have to stop him NOW!”

You all try and launch yourself at the king, trying to disrupt them. You launch yourself at the king, and as your craft empowered strike pierces through his armor, he does not so much as flinch. You strike, as fast as you can, snapping the bones in your arm apart just for more flexibility. Even Odile’s crafts are barely hurting him. Your doing damage but… There’s no time!

A wave of destructive power washes over you, striking you with the force of a tidal wave, as you all feel your bodies crumple and break as their flung halfway across the room.

It hurts. It’s so rare for things to hurt. But it hurts so much, You can barely move!

The king starts to move towards the others. He’s… He’s going to finish them off! You. Will. Not. Let. Him!!!

You unfurl your tendrils out of your body, and grapple the king’s hand before it can strike. The king turns towards you, enraged.

♔ “I knew it…..”

Weakly, you call out to your party.

✦ “Run!”

They seem shocked, seeing your monstrous nature, but only briefly. Bonnie, mostly uninjured, stumbles, then flees. The others try and pick themselves up, but their too weak to move!

The king struggles in your grasp, fighting it, before he has enough and takes his other hand and brings it down on you, as it crushes you, you barely have time to squirm before your heart cracks under the weight of the blow.

《《《《《《

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

STARS that hurts so much!!!! You fought back the pain of the first blow, but that second blow, you were barely holding yourself together! It still hurts, even now, it hurts so blinding MUCH.

You breathe, slowly settling yourself. Putting yourself back together.

Ok. So. King is. A lot tougher then you expected. As your senses start to come together, and the pain fades, you can start to think a little. You can’t believe the king defeated you all in ONE hit! How did he even get so strong? No human should be that powerful, You should know!

You basically have two options. Either stop him before he can do that attack, or find a way to protect you all before then. That’s fine. There has to be a way to do that. Mira can do some elaborate healing crafts, and defense isn’t that far off. Maybe she has an idea!

… But… The king… He’s… Is he from there too? …You don’t want to take another life from there.

...You’ll talk with loop. Get their opinion.

You’ll find a way forwards.

>>>

You sit on a branch of the favor tree. Loop looks across at you. Silently. Behind their mask, their face is unreadable. Not that you were ever that good at reading faces, but still… They seem to be waiting for you to speak.

✦ “… Did you know? About the king?”

✸ “Which part, Stardust? Quite a lot happened there, in very little time!”

✦ “That their from the same place as Siffrin.”

✸ “Well, it seemed likely. I mean, no one knows where they came from. Not surprising, in hindsight!”

✦ “I-I don’t know if I can fight them. I can’t…”

✸ “Stardust.”

Loop’s firm response shocks you out of your worries.

✸ “… Look, whatever the king’s story might be, right now, they are threatening all of Vaugarde. Their about to end an entire country, all over again. And you aren’t going to change their mind at this point. What happened to them does not excuse their actions.”

It’s cold comfort. But you suppose it’s true. You don’t feel right being their judge, but you suppose your just the executioner. Everyone else has made clear where they stand. And they have deemed him a monster.

✸ “...And don’t forget, even with your loops, your on a ticking clock.”

...Right... There’s not a lot of wiggle room. Even if you wanted to try, you’ll only be looping for so long before sadnesses won’t be enough. Their like drinking coffee, plenty of energy and it’ll fill your belly, but barely any real sustenance. It’ll catch up eventually, and if your not done here by then…

✦ “...I guess there’s no option.”

✸ “Right! So that just leaves a way to get past that attack. And maybe see if there’s a way to find out how the king recognized you! Might be able to get a little breathing room, who knows?”

✦ “Guess I could always ask him, right? Not like he’d know after.”

✸ “That… Might work? But I don’t trust him. Might be a bad idea.”

✦ “Better then nothing. Ok. That’s a solid plan. Better get on it.”

✸ “Want to grab a bite to eat first?”

Oh, right! You should do that! How did you forget that?… Ugh, it’s starting to catch up already, isn’t it? You likely won’t have much time at all before your hunger starts catching up...Oh well, you nearly have this all handled, so you should be fine. You nod, and Loop summons the sadness, which is killed and eaten quickly.

Alright. Let’s go Siffrin. You have a king to beat.

✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸

...Their getting close. You are pretty sure they can bypass that attack, and not resort to the same measures as you did. Their hungry, but not so hungry they can’t win, or will lose it. If they can beat the king, without loosing the others, then it should be over.

But… You think it might not. You hope it will. You can’t say it won’t. But now you can think it through… There might be more to this then expected. And if it is… then things will get much more dangerous… He’s getting hungry.

[strixcattus]

Playing through Inscryption again and I've decided that my goal should be to go about things as slowly as possible, since I'm in no rush to beat the game a third time (unlike Luke Carder, apparently.) Turns out there are a few things to see going through like that.

PO3 gets annoyed if you don't look in the rulebook as soon as he brings it up. He'll mention it in varying degrees of "please just go and look up the Wing Clipper sigil, god" every time you draw him. I don't think he ever stops until you do—I ended up caving so I could pick up the squirrel topper.

Speaking of, you can absolutely meet the Woodcarver before you find the squirrel topper. I always kind of just assumed she only showed up afterwards. Though I wouldn't recommend waiting on the topper—you won't get to use it until you meet the Woodcarver again.

If you beat Leshy before taking his film roll, you get a little card with a first place ribbon and the name you give him pinned to the door. Every time you beat him you can get another one. I wonder what the limit is...

On the subject of people getting annoyed at the gameplay? Luke is mostly silent for Act I, but after beating Leshy, he gets both talkative and clearly tired of going through the game again.

Apparently the Moon is not immune to Touch of Death in Act I. I could have sworn it was, but the stone sigil doesn't show up anywhere (even on actual boulders!) despite being in the rulebook.

I still haven't figured out what's up with the painting, and not for lack of trying. It haunts me. It's probably the one place I'd refuse to look up anything for, just because it seems so doable! But it isn't!

[aroanthy]

i've thoroughly enjoyed everything you already said on the topic and would like to ask if there is anything else you might want to get off your chest about saionjis gender shit if it strikes the fancy?

i am the transfem saionji truther, we know this, but mannnn. her whole thing with masculinity is so damn interesting and i see very few people actually grasp at what's going on in that (malcolm tucker voice) abandoned barn of a brain of hers. that was a joke btw her brain is not an abandoned barn she actually makes some of the most astute points in the whole show lmfao. anyway

saionji's masculine ideal is much more informed by traditionally japanese ideas of gender, as opposed to the americanised 'modern man' masculinity that akio peddles. like saionji thinks that princes are cringe. he's just also tormented by the fact that no one else thinks that and everyone loves these princes and because he's got the world's biggest inferiority complex, he can only think that he's wrong, that he's been left behind to a world deemed 'unspecial' because of some innate quality about him. and whenever saionji thinks this (all the time) he becomes fucking awful to be around.

i digress. saionji takes being the president of the kendo club very seriously, not just because he takes Everything seriously but-- well. arguably the reason that he takes Everything seriously is because of his practice of kendo. i think it's a bit of a chicken and the egg situation wrt 'is saionji Just Like That or did his warrior grindset make him that way'. kendo is really important to him, and the way that he and touga are (rarely, lol) able to connect through it would suggest, i argue, that it's a good and healthy thing for him to have in his life. same goes for touga but that's a different post about 1000 other things.

i think this gets at a) something rgu is trying to get at wrt americanisation and a critique of aspects of japanese culture that doesn't then discard that culture altogether. ikuhara does this a lot more obviously in his other shows. and then b) on a character-level, it's about separating something valuable and important (the practice of kendo) from ideas that have enmeshed themselves with it bc Society (misogyny, namely). saionji's conception of masculinity is all about kendo, and he likes kendo, but he's uncomfortable with/stifled by this expectation of Manliness that he simply cannot access in a way he's comfortable with. it's only when he lets himself forget about his obsession with power dynamics and Being A Man that he can just. enjoy this aspect of his life that informs how he lives it so wholly. tldr girls can be kendokas too. which is obvious to people who aren't as misogyny-brainrotted as ohtori academy student saionji kyouichi, but swagever.

btw if anyone whose better educated on nuances of japanese culture than i, white british person whose only read a handful of academic articles on the subject, thinks something ive said here is off in any way, please let me know!! i always always always want to gain a better understanding of rgu as a distinctly japanese show, my lack of resources and formal education on these topics be damned!!

i just think saionji is an androgynous legend who should get into textile crafts. let her woodcarve and knit. she'll be unstoppable. practical queen etc etc. lets embrace gender anarchy together

[filurig]

12 or 27 for Arvo + Folke?

ill answer both hihiii thank u for these!!!

12. Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

yes - folke, after some denial, becomes aware of it. because initially his view of their relationship is a bit like arvo's in that he thinks he's in it to observe someone really weird... he comes to the conclusion that he does genuinely like him as a friend much quicker than arvo. arvo... doesn't really get there, or its more like a combination of him having sort of forgotten what affection kind of is - like what emotion would be the equivalent of that, AND also just denying any sort of emotion that concerns personal connection/camraderie between them (this of course changes during pt 2 but i'll talk mainly about pt 1 pareidolia for this answer)

folke is a very touchy person and likes showing affection by closeness - he's big on hugs and just general proximity. this is a bit difficult in regards to arvo because he's very very much Not a fan of that and reacts quite aggressively to it (not in chewing him out but like... pulling away violently and giving folke a good O_O stare). but it is something that folke makes the effort to adapt to and learns pretty fast that he should reign in when with arvo. other than that there are other ways he shows affection that is more congruent with arvo... inviting him into his own life/routines and showing him more of his own interests etc. basically spending time etc. and also eventually through food - circumstances already lead to folke having to cook food for arvo and during this he tries to learn his tastes and seeing just how well he can adapt to them. also through art, specifically woodcarving - he offers to teach arvo how to do it, and begins to carve figurines vaguely inspired by him - which he then gifts to him

arvo on the other hand will unknowingly show his affection through spending time as well - arvo is the type of person who can really enjoy just sitting in silence together and not even doing anything in particular. if he's affectionate towards someone he'll be more prone to talking, asking questions, and most of all - showing inexperience. you know you've really wormed your way into his heart if he admits to not really knowing how to do something in front of you WHILE he also doesn't consider you someone he has to show submission to. at the point in their relationship (in pt 1) where they're the closest he also even makes the effort to hold back on saying things that he knows will upset folke... with great difficulty.

(this is also something that will backfire on him later)

27. How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

this one is a bit difficult bcs neither i think would directly sacrifice their life for the other if given a very straightforward choice, but through the story they do make decisions that could potentially have put their own lives at jeopardy for the other - at least in their view. it also kinda depends on what part of the story too...

pt 1 folke: willing to risk a lot - his trust in arvo is put to the test and he is willing to bank on his hunch on it being correct when he would've been potentially killed if wrong

pt 2 folke: wouldn't want to risk much lets just say...

"epilogue" folke: does end up risking his other relationships which is a huge deal for him. perhaps his willingness to sacrifice eventually builds up to similar levels to the end of part 1...

pt 1 arvo: wouldn't want to sacrifice much for most of this part, but does end up making a decision where he basically gives up on his own life as a concession to folke. (in a way... its how he sees it in his brain)

pt 2 arvo: does end up risking his life for even just the potential reigniting of their friendship in a sort of roundabout way (LOL)

"epilogue" arvo: i think he still has that degree of selfishness that would prevent him from being too selfless, but he is certainly willing to give up a lot for him atp

[flowercrown-bard]

if you're still taking witcher prompts how about a theme of sentimentality and/or nostalgia? <3

ohhh i love that prompt! It brought back my love for old!Jaskier

word count: 1344

"I know I have it somewhere," Geralt said, as he got up from the bench behind their cottage, where soon they would plant a garden.He pressed a gentle kiss on the silver crown of Jaskier's head. "Might take me a while to find it, though. I think it should be with the other books. Maybe with my old bestiaries."

"I would say I'd wait for you until I'm old and grey, but… you know." Jaskier grinned up at him and a wamrth that had long since grown familiar, spread through Geralt's chest. Jaskier's smile was still the same, though the lines around his mouth had gotten deeper with the years.

"You're ridiculous," Geralt said fondly. 

"And you love me." 

"Yeah. I really do."

"Oh stop it." Jaskier swatted at him playfully and his eyes were soft and warm. "I can see right through you. You just want to flatter me so I'll agree to let you fill more than your half of the garden with herbs."

Geralt raised his hands in surrender. 

"You caught me," he lied. 

"What do I get as a reward?" Jaskier made to tilt his head back a little more, but halted the movement with a grimace, when it strained his neck too much. Worry shot through Geralt, but he remained quiet. he had learned through trial and error that Jaskier didn't appreciate it when Geralt fussed over "every minor inconvenience" he experienced. More than once, they had laughed over the irony of how their roles had gotten reversed over the decades. 

Instead of answering, Geralt leaned down and gave Jaskier a kiss. 

"I'll be right back," he said again. He hurried to get inside their home, lest he let Jaskier distract him even more. 

The cottage wasn't big, just a kitchen, a cozy living space, a small bathroom and their bedroom. It was more than Geralt had ever thought, he'd get to have and it was all they needed. One would think that it couldn't be too hard finding an old book about herbs in this modest space, but that didn't account for all the knickknacks they had collected over the years. The bookshelves were stuffed with old notebooks and Jaskier's publications. Little trinkets stood on the mantlepiece. Sea shells, woodcarvings, and all sorts of small reminders of their years of travelling together. 

Geralt let his eyes roam over all of it, until finally, they landed on one of the wooden boxes Eskel had brought him a couple of months ago and that he still hadn't gotten around to sort through. Life at the coast, though nothing compared to the stressful life they had lead before, wasn't quite as calm as Geralt had feared. There was always something to do and so the box had started to collect dust. 

Geralt knelt down beside it and brushed the dust away, before opening the lid. Yellowed letters, empty bottles and rusty knives greeted him. He carefully took them out of the box and set them aside. Useless trinkets they may be, but they had decorated his room at Kaer Morgen for decades. Though he would never admit to it openly, he was a sentimental man and the thought of throwing away his first knife or the letters his brothers had sent him on the path didn't sit right with him. Geralt put the last of the letters aside and paused. 

There, grinning up at him, was Jaskier. 

Or rather, a painting of him. Geralt's heart jumped and as careful as if he were handling glass, Geralt lifted the framed painting out of the box. With his fingers, he traced Jaskier's smile, the crinkle of his eyes. In the painting, he was younger, much younger than now and he had his arm flung across Geralt's shoulder. 

"Geralt?“ The door creaked, as Jaskier entered, his steps accompanied by the rhythmic clonk clonk of his cane. "I know I said I'd wait, but you've been gone for a while and I - oh." Jaskier broke off, coming to stand right beside Geralt. He placed one hand on Geralt's shoulder tonsteady himself and gave it a light squeeze. "I didn't know you still had that." 

"Me neither." Geralt glanced up from the painting. "I think we put it away so the sun wouldn't damage it."

"It still aged."

"Yeah. It did." Geralt let go of the painting with one hand to put it over Jaskier's hand on his shoulder, intertwining their fingers. "Do you remember when we commissioned it?" 

"Ah…not exactly." Jaskier fiddled with his cane and let out a little laugh. "I remember being really drunk though."

"You were." Geralt grinned. "The artist kept complaining that you couldn't sit still for a minute."

"Oh?" Jaskier gave him a unimpressed look, but his eyes were dancing with mirth. "Actually, come to think of it, I do remember one thing. The artist was also annoyed with you because first you insist on looking all stoic, but then you keep looking at me like-" he gestured to the painting, and the unmistakably fond look in that younger Geralt's eyes, "- like that."

"Hmm. Couldn't help it, even back then." 

For a while they both kept looking at the painting, each one getting lost in their own memories. Then, eventually, it burst out of Jaskier: "It looks garish." 

Geralt choked on a laugh. "What?" 

"That brooch!" Jaskier pointed an accusatory finger at a huge floral brooch hos younger self was wearing. "And that shade of green! Really, why didn't you tell me it looked bad?" 

"I'm pretty sure I did," Geralt snorted. "You said i just didn't understand high fashion."

"Oh. Well yes. Sounds about right." 

"It didn't look that bad," Geralt offered and it was only half of a lie. If you ignored the terrible outfit Jaskier wore, he did look as handsome as ever, even though he had dark bags under his eyes. He had waited through half the night for Geralt to return from his contract and when he finally had come back, Jaskier had insisted on keeping him company while he came down from his potions. 

Geralt himself didn't look much better. The scratched and bruises on his face (-not all of them courtesy of the contract. At lest two of the bruises camr from Geralt walking into a doorframe because he had been unable to take his eyes off Jaskier -) weren't the worst of it. No, that questionable honour fell on the beard covering the lower half of Geralt's face. He had lost a bet with Lambert, so he had to shave it into a terrible style. The only good thing about it had been that Jaskier had liked to scratch it like a cat's chin. Hmm, maybe Geralt should grow out hos beard again. 

Jaskier's overly dramatic gasp shook Geralt out of his reminiscing. 

"'Not that bad' isn't great considering it's memorialised for all eternity in that painting." Towards the end of the sentence, Jaskier stopped being able controlling his composure and burst into giggles. 

"We both look terrible," Geralt agreed. He turned his head to place a kiss on Jaskier's hand. 

"We do. And I love it." Jaskier looked down at him softly. "Should we maybe commission another painting? So we have something to laugh at in another thirty year's time?" 

A pang went through Geralt's chest and his breath caught in his throat. Thirty years. 

He ran his thumb over the leathery skin on the back of Jaskier's hand, crinkled and speckled with age spots. 

"Yeah," he said, his voice thicker than before. "I'd love to have another painting."

He doubted, he would look at it and laugh, but he could hope, that he would be able to look back at the reminder of his time with Jaskier and remember the way his beloved's laugh sounded. And maybe that memory was more precious than anything else Geralt could ask for. 

One by one, he put his trinkets back into the box and closed the lid again. Only the painting was kept outside of it, aged and ugly and so so beautiful.

[youngerfrankenstein]

I think Gilbert and Flayn would get along. Gilbert likes to fish, Flayn likes to eat fish. They’re both old. I think Flayn would love Gilbert’s woodcarvings. Gilbert could help Flayn understand how a father might feel and Flayn could help Gilbert understand how a daughter might.

I think they should be friends.

[here-there-were-dragons]

barely anything has really changed, they basically just restated the same t for toddler rules in slightly more detailed language and with more of the same "bad actors with malicious intent" refrain that's been creeping into everything lately (with a weird feeling to it that they now retroactively consider anyone who made a skin in the past that was previously approved but then retroactively barred from reprints when they tightened the rules to be "bad actors". real 'protecting society from criminals' energy to the way they talk about this stuff) to pacify people

the clothes rules have just turned into a school dress code list that a lot of sounds like it was written by an out of touch school principal who thinks the entirety of society everywhere should revolve entirely around eliminating the possibility that even one person anywhere on the face of the earth might somehow even privately think a picture of a dragon is hot. no short skirts on a dragon that can be ENTIRELY NAKED. and still manages to be so broadly worded that they could use it to dresscode pretty much anything for making too many conservative grandmas feel uncomfortable-this is the exact sort of thing that has historically been used to ban even like basic goth and metal fashion.

we're still not allowed to imply eternal youth dragons are anything at all other than A Literal Actual Child (with an offspring list. and a coliseum level. do NOT take this as a suggestion to do something as stupid and paranoid as making it so only unbred lvl1 dragons can be eternal youth'd, i swear to fuck)

we're kidding ourselves if we think "scars will be much more heavily scrutinized" is anything different from "we're still going to reject every single skin featuring so much as a copypaste of the veteran scar apparel because scarred people are scary and icky and no one should have to see them, we're just going to be outwardly noncommittal about the total banning of them now because if we come out and say we reject them all universally everyone gets mad." anyone else remember that time someone made a woodcarver skin (for an ADULT dragon) that copypasted the veteran's scars to show they had some nicks from a long career of hand-carving masks, and it was rejected for "implying self-harm"? or all the blatantly not blood-related circuit variant or floating magic skins that were rejected literally just for being red? or the many many many other cases like it? the rules on scars and amputations for adult dragons are so ridiculously strict already, there is literally no way to go further down.

and no zombies is still just all around fucking stupid. we're quite literally officially at the point where fucking minecraft is too adult for this rated 13+ site about eternal 12 way dragon war. "industry standard" my ass, even that digital hays code excuse doesn't hold up in the face of the existence of minecraft.

[chuchuminn]

just realized its been really really long since i posted (so sorry for being rlly lazy some stuff happened)

new content!!!!!

what if aruji sama was a DEMON??

smth ive been thinking abt!

im gonna come up with smth like whtever

name = ELENORA STEINE (nora, but none are her real name *its actually ____*

age = VERY OLD.

height = might be crazy... 6'2

facts abt nora:

- very bad memory (no she wont remember where her fork from dining went after going to the bathroom but its ok bc shes a grandma /j)

- came from germany (has a slight german accent wowzers)

- doesnt rlly like sweet but likes sweet if theyre not too sweet...??

- though rlly follows the main story of living in the modern world she just moved in recently 😔

- physically, magically, and mentally capable of murdering someone (any weapon works they should just be dead)

- if shes angry at you kill her or youre the one killed!!! waa waa waa. waa waa waa waa.

buh buh backstory!!! before butlers stuff

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Back when DEMONS, HUMANS, and ANGELS still thrived..

"Is there really such a thing as a war anyway? That would never happen."

Nora says, looking at her two best friends, Kium (ANGEL) and Leon (HUMAN).

"Maybe! Theres a chance, y'know?"

Leon says in a cheerful tone, as Kium speaks up.

"I guess there's a chance as well."

"Anyway, aren't you hungry? We've been sitting in this tavern for a while."

All three nod and go get some food.

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BANG!

Rings the sound of crashes and falling debris, scattering on what was once called the Human territory. Nora, Kium, and Leon were all called back to their own races. One thing was sure. It was war. Noone knew why but the lords of all three races. The three friends were all worried for each other.

They were all on the battlefield as well.

CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of swords clashing rang in Nora's ears. Whooshing of magic from demonic mages and angelic powers fly around.

"Oh, curses.. Why do I have to be doing this..- Leon..?!"

Nora sees Leon, collapsed on the ground. He's.. dead. Someone killed him.

"....Isn't this normal, though? Everyone would die someday."

*Kium says, facing Nora. He has tears running down his face, and he points a spear at you.*

"I have to do this, Nora. I'm so sorry.."

*He tried plunging his spear in Nora's body, but she managed to stop him in time, holding the blade. It couldn't be stopped anyway. Bound to be. She threw the double edged spear at Kium, killing him.*

"It's normal.. Right? Normal. Totally normal.."

*Nora fell down om her knees, and sobbed for a while. She returned back after war was over, and spent life until the modern world.*

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butlers stuff abt NORA time!! (the story was rushed i am sorry)

Berrien:

☆ would love to learn her favorite snacks for tea time!!

☆ when shes sick (its possible ok.) he gives her Tea. (tea tea tea tea im like tea tea ooh just like tea tea ooh)

Lono

☆ he will make every single food she wants no matter the time because when shes rlly hungry she walks around to eat something that is probably edible for demons but not for humans

☆ knows all her favorite foods (hmm, let me guess.. nora's fav food is... Meat)

Bastien

☆ woodcarves her favorite things for her (maybe not a whole house but yeah) mistakenly sleeps in her room if he ever changes her bed (beds, right?)

☆ she teaches him sometimes for fighting stuff but again shes old. her bones are becoming nonexistent. every step you hear some cracking (/j)

Haures

☆ tries his very very best to cook for her (spoiler: it lit the kitchen on fire)

☆ decorated the garden with a lot of stuff because nora said she likes them at a really random time (eg: haures, i like ___.)

Fennesz

☆ reads books with nora then nora starts telling him about what happened during the old times when demons and angels had coexisted

☆ sometimes lifts weights with her because she got a bit bored of standing around (wants her muscles a lot)

Boschi

☆ nora asked him to put a giant pating in her room and it went on the ceiling but nora is happy because its still there (its kinda scary)

☆ flower arranging with boschi time every weekend even though nora gets headaches from them

Ammon

☆ when nora saw THAT scene (spoiler warning: the whip thing) she felt pretty bad for him and wanted to explode his mom

☆ constantly reminds nora not to touch the roses even though it won't hurt that much because he still doesn't want to see her hurt

Lucas

☆ scolds her because she doesn't yap when shes bored but actually runs around and ends up getting hurt

☆ wine lovers (theyre drunkards but nora has more tolerance than lucas because she had drinking competitions before)

Lamli

☆ one time nora ate a red mushroom because of hunger and became as silly as lamli

☆ lamli likes playing with frogs but nora would like to dissect them because its interesting

Nac

☆ nora doesnt understand nac and doesnt know why (his way of words make her brain become water)

☆ scolds her a lot for drinking lots of alcohol because he normally finds her throwing up

Miyaji

☆ doctor also, so... also scolds her with lucas for getting hurt a lot (only thing they can agree on)

☆ nora ate his cooking once after drinking the day before and started vomiting a lot (new rule: never let nora eat spicy after drinking)

Lato

☆ braids her hair but it kinda became a big mess but its fine because nora fell asleep

☆ other than miyaji and flure nora is the only one he likes + nora isnt very scared of him just thinks hes silly

Flure

☆ designed a lot of noras clothes because she really doesnt have that many

☆ nora tried sewing clothes with him once and it turned out pretty good but she stabbed herself a ton

Yuuhan

☆ sparred with her once, stopped because she had a stomach ache in the middle (he will try again)

Hanamaru

☆ talks abt his kids a lot to her and she listens while drinking green tea

Teddy

☆ kinda stalks her and has all her information in his notebook

conclusion....

sorry abt less content for villa butlers bc im not rlly familiar with them 😗

planning on making a new au sooner or later when i have time

thankz so much for reading all this pooks

[pinkysberg]

For me a modern Charles wouldn´t really work with animals but rather work as an activist for Native American Rights. I really don´t know where yall get the sentiment that Charles loves animals and nature, maybe from that one bison mission? I think that was more him being mad because of the hunters killing the bison and trying to implicate the natives. Maybe he likes it but I don´t think he´d devote his life to it. Arthur loves animals and nature more than Charles I think. Anyways, by day he works with Native Americans, protecting their land, securing safe to drink water and preserving their culture. In the evenings he might go for a drink at the bar where Javier sometimes plays and maybe meetup with Arthur? Who knows. I think Charles would wear a lot of either second hand clothes, self made clothes or clothes he was gifted. Also he still woodcarves and gives the carvings as birthday gifts. (ModernAU opinions part. 2)

i have often wondered where this "charles is an animal lover" concept came from. i mean, im sure he's not an animal hater but like you mention, the only indication is the bison mission and his main concern is the threat to culture and exacerbation of anti-indigenous sentiments. you're spot on, the animal lover thing is much more applicable to arthur than it is charles.

in my modern au i just made charles a boxer bc. we see him box and self indulgently wanted an excuse to draw him in boxer scenarios lol. but i much prefer this as it feels more him. a major motivator for charles is protecting and working with the wapiti tribe.

i also want to add i feel his advocacy and organizing would (and should) extend to black liberation and the likes. he's afroindigenous and i feel sometimes we forget the afro aspect of his identity - which admittedly the game doesn't really do much with his black identity outside of the very isolating experiences of a biracial individual - especially during the time.

[the-starry-seas]

was thinking more about mar'eyce zenith's job as forest service pilot and did some googling about smokejumpers and is anybody really surprised that i have more OCs?

Manaia, the ICT3, they/them, early forties. Co-parenting everyone with their pilot, Zenith (ey/em). They're 5'10" and built like a brick wall which tends to make people intimidated, but when they're not working, they're laid-back and like to laugh. But when someone tries to get fresh with their team... yeah, there's gonna be trouble. In their downtime, they're a photographer and pole dance for exercise (and to make people wonder if their poker face is really that good [it is]).

Waimarie, the spotter, she/her, mid twenties. Fashionista, gardener, and astronomer. She knows Nīkau's name as her buir <3 She always picks up a box of two-bite brownies on her way in to work, because while this girl should not be in the kitchen, she's got a need for baked goods. She can be bribed into doing about anything with macademia nut cookies. Likes to ride the bus on random routes to see more of the city. Has made many friends with old ladies on the bus, and on four separate occasions, has helped a kid with homework.

Nīkau, late thirties, he/they. He always has tea on hand and he never shares. Got his scar in a bar fight that he started by cold-cocking a homophobe. Thinks it's pretty cool. Also thinks fire puns are funny. He's always showing off pictures of his dog, a Boston Terrier named Rose Tyler. His three boyfriends look after her while he's at work. Doesn't actually own any of his shirts or jackets, they're all stolen from his boyfriends. The collar, on the other hand, was a gift from them. Has the TARDIS tattooed on the inside of his left wrist.

Christopher, mid thirties, he/him. A one-man survival team who always has a gallon bucket full of peanut butter cups on his desk. Likes some water with his ice cubes. Avid gamer. Face paint as self-expression. His car always smells like vanilla. Has four bearded dragons named Gandalf, Radagast, Alatar, and Pallando.

Tama, early thirties, he/him. Has an innate need to dive into literally any body of water even when explicitly told not to. Likely swimming somewhere right now. A year older than his brother, Tipene, and will never let him forget it. Car Guy™, who needs romance when you can spend three weeks disassembling a Ferrari engine and infodumping about pistons. Has dated two girls, both ended dramatically, might be time for him to realise he's into boys instead. Had several near-death experiences while cave diving and still required an intervention to stop. He still cliff dives.

Tipene, early thirties, it/its. Polyglot and polyamorous. Collects belt buckles and most of them are hideously gaudy tbh. Has a life-sized taxidermy shark hanging from the ceiling of the office and constantly scaring newbies with it. Always has the radio set to a classic country station. Stocks up on sour fruit candy like the apocalypse is coming. Would probably be fine in an actual apocalypse. Binges horror movies but can't watch anything where the dog dies. Consults the farmer's almanac daily and tracks how accurate it is in comparison to the local weather station. Has two full tattoo sleeves of indigenous birds, and it's a game to see if the team can spot all the birds on hiking trips.

Benjamin, late twenties, he/him. Takes heavily after his mother who died when he was born. His father remarried last year and he hates the new chick. Cotton candy is his main food group. Weaver and woodcarver who constantly gifts things to his friends or donates to charity auctions. Whenever someone asks to borrow a pencil, he takes out a jumbo pencil from his desk and pretends he doesn't have anything else. Flirts with everyone, nobody can tell when it's serious. Dramatically pulling off his sunglasses at least once a day. Only has one jacket that's red leather. Heavily tattooed from fingers to elbows but nowhere else. His lipstick is UV reactive and he's hooked up with half the city at some club or another.

Epoxy, late twenties, they/them. Transmasc swag cancelled out by inability to flirt. Seemingly never wears the same necklaces twice but they've kept the same shade of lipstick for the last ten years. Kiri is their best friend. Never seen without a backpack, but nobody is exactly sure what's in there. Constantly annoying everyone else by always having their earbuds in. Listens to Chappell Roan half the time and local indie artists the rest of the time. Hangs out at their other BFF Anahera's tattoo parlour on Thursdays because they have a crush on her. They got their name because they tried to wipe extra epoxy off on their hands on their first day and you can guess how that went.

Kiri, mid twenties, she/her. Everyone underestimates the skinny blond chick, which she uses to relentlessly fleece strangers at pool, darts, and contact sports. Highly competitive and will get in over her head if a dare or bet is offered. She's also an animal lover and keeps bringing home random insects and rodents that are considered pests around the airstrip. Constantly arguing with Chris about LOTR lore and drives him nuts talking about her Star Trek crossover fanfic bc they have wildly differing opinions on which hobbits would actually want to join Starfleet.

Oliver, nineteen, he/they. His cat is named Oreo and she's the love of his life, humans need not apply. He got the cat ear headband to match her. Goes all out on Halloween costumes every year. A friend to all insects, even the ones that bite him, they have their reasons. Designated remover of spiders from bathrooms. Keeps trying to grow flowers and failing miserably. Deeply invested in his neighbour's koi pond. Usually seen in a bomber jacket and jeans. Do not mention butterflies around him unless you're ready to hear more than you could ever remember. Keeps his Christmas lights up year-round. Has never thrown away a plastic bag in his life.