#i tried drawing her a bit more mature than usual!!

[moonstruckme]

Hi gorgeous! I love ur writing!! Here's a lil blurb request for either Sirius or Remus! It's not smut but more like the lead up/conversation beforehand. Like May be a super inexperienced reader and she's nervous af bc she knows he has way more experience than her and she's worried about being good enough for him or worried about disappointing him and he's just so sweet and reassuring and is just happy she trusts him

Thank you for requesting my love!

cw: mature themes (and immature jokes), no smut

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 667 words

“You’re not gonna suck, baby.” Sirius is laughing at you, which isn’t really the response you were hoping for. You’re so embarrassed it’s making your palms sweat. 

“Or,” he reconsiders, “you could, of course, but there’s no pressure to.” 

You blow out a frustrated breath. “Can you please just take me…” you trail off, realizing you’re about to hand your boyfriend another joke. By the gleam in Sirius’ eyes, he realizes it too. “Can we please not joke around for a minute?” 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He smooths his face into something approaching sobriety. “We can.” 

You’re not sure how he can be so much more comfortable than you right now. Sirius is sitting across from you on the bed, criss-cross applesauce in only his boxers. You at least have on pajamas, and yet this conversation is making you feel more naked than he is. 

He asks in a gentler tone, “What is it that you’re worried about, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything before you’re ready.” 

“It’s not that I don’t feel ready,” you sigh. “I want to, I just…I want you to like it.” 

Sirius barks out a laugh. “Well, I don’t think we’re in any danger there.” 

“You know what I mean.” You shrink away from him a bit, drawing into yourself. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want it to be disappointing.” 

“Baby. Hey.” Sirius scoots closer to you. He ducks his head, catching your gaze and holding on tight. “It doesn’t matter how much experience you have. It could never be disappointing.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because it’s you,” he says, emphatic, like it’s obvious. “I always love being with you, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. And I know sex is going to be the same.” He leans in close like he’s going to tell you a secret. “Sweetheart, you could slap my ass and spit on me and I’d just be thrilled you were there.” 

You fight to keep a straight face, furrowing your brows. “So…I shouldn’t do those things?” 

“I’m actually not sure.” Sirius sits up, shrugging. “I could be into it, I’ve never tried. Point is, you can do whatever you want.” 

“I don’t know what I want,” you tell him, though you are, admittedly, a bit less worried now. “I don’t want to just lie there, I don’t think, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.” 

“There’s nothing you’re supposed to do, babydoll.” He gives you a little smile and reaches for your hand. When you give it to him, he holds it in his lap, thumbs tracing the lines of your palm soothingly. “It’s okay not to have a plan going into things. That’s how it usually happens, no matter how many times you’ve done it. You just feel it out and go with the flow.” 

You chew your lip. Sirius is looking at you so kindly, his expression warm and open and his touch caring as he starts to draw a slow path up the inside of your wrist. You don’t want to keep arguing with him. Maybe that’s why your voice comes out so small. 

“But what if I can’t?” 

“You can.” There’s no hesitation in Sirius, no uncertainty. “You really don’t need to worry about it. Your body will react if you let it, and whatever happens, I’ll be there to talk you through it, yeah?” 

You exhale. “That actually makes me feel a lot better,” you admit. 

Sirius smiles. “I’m glad,” he says, lifting your hand to give your finger a teasing nibble. “Hey, we’re not doing this until you decide you feel like it, so don’t stress, okay? I’ll make sure you have a good time when we do.” 

Blood rushes to your cheeks. “How’re you gonna do that?” 

Your boyfriend’s eyes gleam. “You wanna find out? I can give you a preview, if you like.” 

You don’t have to answer before he’s crawling up on top of you, your giggles lost into his mouth.

[r-vera]

Trust me

Summary- Benedict has been acting weird because of an incident involving one of his muses (she attempted to sa him). Reader tried to gently coax him out of his ‘bubble’ though it was no use until she tried to touch him, earning her a jolt.

Rating- Mature (16+)

Paring- Benedict Bridgerton x female!reader

Warnings- Angst, talks of se***l assault, fluff, slight language, established relationship, happy ending (hopefully that’s all)

Words- 1,841

“Daph, may I ask you something?” you quipped quite unexpectedly. Both you and Daphne were basking in this season’s summer heat from inside Clyvedon Castle’s drawing room, enjoying a rather nice cup of tea. Daphne had decided her time being a Duchess was well-earned for now and was in desperate need of her family’s boastful laughs and silly jests—not to mention their hectic dinners—to indulge her once again. You were especially excited for her visit, not only because you had a chance to see Daph’s little bundle of joy, but because you and she were very close, even before the Duke himself. Childhood friends. You remember all those years ago when you tried to encourage her relationship with the Duke, supporting him over the charming but ‘bland’ prince. She reciprocated her feelings, knowing your deep affection for her big brother, Benedict, and desperately tried to get both of you to admit your stubborn feelings for each other. Her efforts successfully paid off, resulting in the love-bird couple getting married two weeks after their confessions.

It was almost the reason you set up a little date with your friend. Your relationship with Benedict had somehow…shifted? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions before talking with your husband; you knew he preferred some space at times, especially if an idea popped into his creative brain and he wanted to sketch or paint it out before the thought could disappear as soon as it came. But this time…this time felt off. Your first hint was waking up to a cold and empty bed, though you passed it off as a little accident from him staying up late painting (it’s usually when he feels most creative), but then those cold mornings became continuous. You felt it was best to leave it as it was, for now—not exactly avoiding the situation but analyzing it for a deeper reasoning. In the afternoon, when the family mostly had time to take a break from important activities, you would greet your husband with a simple “Hello love” or “Have a wonderful evening, Ben,” but it only resulted in brief nods and odd grunts he never let out before. It was a breaking point when he stayed out the whole evening, never coming back until early morning, only making eye contact with you for the first time at breakfast. You never wanted to jump to conclusions with him, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that whatever was troubling him could not be good and would only be revealed if you gently guided him to confess.

“Of course, dear sister,” she said with adoration. “What has been on your mind?” You played with the embroidery on your dress, encouraging yourself to say what had been on your mind for the past week.

“Has Benedict been acting a bit…strange around me?” You could tell your husband had no problems with his family; in fact, you noticed he’d been engaging with them more than he used to. It only added more slight hurt and suspicion to your heart, knowing the problem was most likely you. Your friend only added more salt to the wound when a poorly concealed look of guilt was etched onto her face. Shaking your head, you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour from your burning eyes. So it is you. You’re the reason he’s been acting this way; you're the reason he can’t so much as look you in the eye with adoration and instead, uncomfortablene-

“Now, now, I didn’t say I know the reason why he has been acting this way…just that I have noticed,” she said, placing a gloved hand on top of your fidgeting bare ones.

“Have I done something wrong, Daph? Did I disrespect him in any way? Could it be the time I accidentally took the last blueberry tart that one day? I swear I didn’t know that was the last of them!” You remembered his frustration when he found out who ate his favorite dessert that only came seasonally, but he told you it was perfectly fine, blaming himself for not getting to them fast enough. Daphne only smiled at your silly accusation; this was a serious matter, of course, but it was nice to see you deeply care for her brother and his feelings, even going as far as to think of the tiniest times something conflicting had happened between you two.

“It couldn’t possibly be because of something so little and, dare I say, pointless,” Daphne moved closer to you, grabbing both of your hands in the process. “Tell me, when was the last time he acted normal towards you?” You tried to recall, surfing past a week of old memories until focusing on a time when he told you quite happily about a new art project that consisted of a new muse he met at one of the diversified functions he (now rarely) went to. You knew where Benedict’s heart lay and had no problem with who he used for his artistic designs whatsoever, so using another woman for his professional acts never triggered you.

“Well, he was boasting to me about finding a new muse for some artwork before going to bed, and then after his first encounter with the woman, that was when he started to act strange.” Daphne hummed, understanding your words carefully.

“Now, I don’t want to worry you, but maybe his actions have something to do with this muse.” You tried to ignore the deep pang of nervousness within your chest. No. Ben is never the type of person to commit such a vile act.

“I won’t jump to conclusions, but somehow I need to talk with him.” Your dear friend only nodded in agreement.

“It is all you can do, sister. Benedict can have some trouble confessing things that do not relate to others, but with a gentle push, he’ll pour everything he’s tried to conceal out like a waterfall, so don’t try to drown.” She teased with a slight squeeze of your hands, trying to lighten the dark conversation.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

It was now late evening. Most Bridgertons had called it a night, preparing for the next activities that awaited them the next day; meanwhile, you awaited your husband in your shared chambers, sitting on the foot of the bed in your cream nightgown, one of Ben’s favorites. Your husband awkwardly met with you after another time at the bar with Anthony. He stood in front of the entryway, tugging on the collar of his suit as if a hand was wrapped around his throat, stubbornly staying there. You immediately arose from your position, too nervous to say anything that would get him to abruptly leave like other times.

“Ben…” you whispered softly, unintentionally reaching out a delicate hand in the hope he’d grab it and hug you like he never had before and all would be well, but instead, you received a firm nod and a fast-paced walk toward the water closet. “Benedict!” you demanded more firmly, grabbing his hand in the process, but he instantly removed it from your grasp like it was the hottest thing in the world. Benedict stumbled back, wide-eyed with unstable breaths, heart pounding from the touch. You stood where you were, not knowing what to do. Never had he purposely removed your touch; never so quickly and with a face of horror. “What have I done?” you mumbled more to yourself.

Benedict hesitantly said your name but was quickly cut off by your pained voice. “What did you do that day in your art room with that…woman?” you cautiously crept closer to your husband, too afraid he would jerk away once again. Benedict looked as if he was on the verge of vomiting, cringing when you mentioned ‘woman.’

“N-Nothing, love.” Love. The kind and adoring word felt forced and bland coming from him. It only made you inwardly cry once more.

“Benedict, you must tell me. Whatever it is; I won’t get mad. I swear it.” It was like a wave of guilt, hurt, and resentment came crashing out of a dam he tried so desperately to hold back. His eyes were now red and irritated with tears threatening to spill. It was as if his knees had a mind of their own and felt the need to give out, and before he came crashing down, you were there to hold him and gently place yourselves on the carpeted ground. You cradled him, caressed him, gently whispered comforting nothings in his ear��anything and everything to ensure he was alright and safe.

“I-I never meant to hurt you, angel,” he croaked out through his sobs. You shook your head, almost on the verge of tears yourself.

“You can never truly hurt me, Ben; who did this to you? Was it the woman? What did she do?” you questioned wholeheartedly. Benedict cleared his throat while lifting his head to meet your eyes, your slight nod encouraging him to release the burden that had been locked up within his soul for the past week.

“She…She touched me.”

“Touched you?” you repeated, knowing exactly what he implied. You couldn’t bear the culpability to engross your body. You selfishly thought, though very little, that whatever was going on between him and the muse was…intimate, but in true reality, your husband had been assaulted. Your hold on Ben tightened, silently apologizing to his heart over and over again.

“I tried to tell her to stop…I tried to yell, scream, shout ‘stop,’ but every time the word formed in my mouth, it…it melted. I was scared, only thinking about how you would feel if I,” he paused, “if I told you what she tried to do to me. My mother knocked on the door before anything further happened, and I never felt more grateful in my entire life.” You speechlessly cradled your hands on either side of his face, connecting your heads as one.

“Don’t ever be afraid to come to me when you need help, my heart,” you soothed. “I’m sorry for trying to touch you, and I respect it if you would like more space. I’ll find a guest chamber tonight if I have to,” you said before releasing your hold from Benedict, though he grabbed one of your hands and rested it on top of his.

“There's no need. I think I’m alright now, a little jittery but okay. I need you by my side more than ever now.”

“And I’ll be there every step, Ben.” Your smile slowly turned down at the thought of that imbecile of a woman. “I will kill her even if the whole ton watches. Fuck society, fuck Whistledown,” you seethed. Benedict breathed out a chuckle at your antics.

“Though I would have loved to see that, it’s already dealt with.” You ‘awed’ in partial defeat, making your husband laugh more.

“I love you, Benedict. Never forget that,” you demanded sincerely with every nerve and fiber in your body.

“I love you. Never forget it either.”

Authors note: Hey guys! This is my very first complete oneshot and I’m pretty proud of it. It might have some flaws in there but hopefully, I can learn about them and get better. Please tell me if there are any errors or actions that don’t align with the character's personalities and I’ll fix them as soon as possible! Thank you!

Ps, I don’t really know Benedict’s feelings when sad/hurt since he’s kind of a genuine, playful, and overall comfort character in the show so hopefully I got that down but like I said please let me know if anything’s wrong with the short story!!

[randombush3]

another snippet while I slave away lol

this one hurt a bit to write x

“My mums are lesbian!” he blurts out, excited enough to attract the attention of his teacher. When she appears, he grins at her sweetly; the kind of smile that has melted many hearts, though Nico is unaware of how many people know he exists. “More paper, please.” 

“Nico, you haven’t even tried with your first one.”

She isn’t harsh at all, but he has slowly learnt to stop asking follow-up questions. Six months of exasperated ‘I don’t know, Nicolau’s has taught him that. 

He shrugs. “Okay.”

He learnt what a shrug was the other day, when Mapi told him off for doing it to her. (“Don’t shrug your shoulders at me, Nicolau Putellas!” she had chided playfully. “All I asked was which of your mamas’ houses we need to go to.”)

“Nico, what’s ‘lesbian’?” 

“Mama says football is lesbian. Basketball might be lesbian! That’s why your sister is lesbian.” 

“My mum says that lesbians kiss girls.”

“Mama kisses girls! And Mami. And they used to kiss each other but now they don’t speak and me and my sister swap houses.” Nico begins drawing it out for Paula when she peers at him, befuddled. “Here is Mama’s.” A big square, a glamorous-looking woman inside of the blue shape; a stick with a circle on the end of it; the notes he sees in his piano music floating in the air. “And…” he says, tongue sticking out as he concentrates on the opposite half of the page, “here is Mami’s.” 

He draws a football. He picks up the red crayon too, and uses both the blau and the grana simultaneously. “Mami plays football for Barça.” He draws two lines on Alexia’s t-shirt. 11. “Mami made me get 11 at football.” Nico had originally worn the 10, but then the affair had come to light and Alexia was suddenly deep in conversation with his coach and apologising to the boy Nico then had to swap shirts with. 

Then, he drops the crayons in his hand and searches for the stack near Paula. He selects the purple one, gripping it tightly, his friend still listening to him with intrigue. 

“This is me and Lela.” Two stick figures are drawn in the middle of the page; the middle ground between each of the squares. 

Nico sometimes feels stuck between it all. 

When Mami got very sad, he and Elena went to stay with Mapi and Ingrid for a few nights. He held his little sister’s hand as much as he could. He always tries to remind her that he is right there with her. 

Mami once told him that it was his turn to protect Elena. Nico hasn’t forgotten that. 

“I keep Lela safe.” He has encouraged her, slightly selfishly, to call him ‘skipper’, which he has picked up from the Lionesses. Luckily, Alexia has not told him off for it because she doesn’t know what it means. “Lela is my little sister. She is a baby. She doesn’t remember what it was like when Mama and Mami loved each other, but I do.” 

The purple crayon scrapes on the page as he presses it into the white, colour rubbing out in the shape of a heart. “Lela and I are together. Mami tries to take me from her sometimes, but I don’t let her.” 

His story – and ability to make Paula pay attention for longer than ten seconds – has already garnered the quiet attention of his teacher, but she moves closer as Nico continues. The four-year-old leaves out how Alexia usually is inviting him to training with her. With Elena yet to show any interest in football, it remains her and Nico’s special thing, and, of course, she misses him when it is not her turn. 

You usually give your permission if you have no other plans. Alexia is upset that the only hindrance is the little boy who once worshipped her like a god. 

“Nico, why did you want two pages?” asks Paula curiously, assuming he is finished now that his whole family is displayed on the piece of paper. 

He frowns. “Because now I have to do this.” And with that, he tears the sheet in half. 

Paula’s mouth drops open in surprise, as does his teacher’s. 

“What’s wrong?” comes a mature voice, a hand placed on his shoulder just like it is when the other children in his class cry. Nico doesn’t cry. He is strong and brave, like a little soldier. “Did you not like your drawing?” 

“No,” he replies neutrally, “half can live with Mama, and half can live with Mami.” 

“But now you are ripped down the middle.” 

He traces the jagged edges of the halves of his life. One leg is on your side, the other on Alexia’s. 

“I know, but it’s okay. I don’t cry.”

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

How do you think Sam and Dean would be with a teenage sister/Daughter who is a Supernatural creature?

Like a nephilim, the Reincarnation of a witch, a kid with demon blood (Like Sam), a fallen angel, someone who can sense paranormal activity, a dreamwalker or something like that?

Like... Imagine that this supernatural teenager is just quiet and they don't like to talk that much, so They just focus on things that hey like to keep their mind distracted from the fact that They aren't human at all, like drawing, reading, etc...

I think nephilim or half demon makes the most sense for an au (because I’m pretty sure witch is a learned thing, not necessarily something you’re born with, and the boys wouldn’t let their sister learn magic. Plus the demon blood thing, Dean already dealt with, so for sake of something different I’ll do these).

I think it would be super interesting if their sister was a nephilim, because they didn’t even know what angels were until season 4, so here these three men are, with a baby/kid that one of John’s old hookups dumped on them, and the kid starts doing all this weird stuff that no one can explain, and none of the usual monster tests work on her, so they have no idea what she is.

John would have such a hard time with it—he shoots first, asks questions later when it comes to the supernatural, he always has had to be, because it’s the only way he knows he can protect his boys—but he can’t, not this time. This is his baby, that smiles whenever she’s in his arms, and has the cutest little giggle, and always seems so scared whenever she accidentally blows a light or somehow ends up in John’s bed without ever taking a step out of her crib. That’s what hurts John—his kid is just as scared as he is when she does something supernatural.

Sam and Dean would have a little bit of an easier time with it, because they met her when they were teens, so they had some developmental time to get used to her.

John wouldn’t let her use her powers, not even to help with hunting. He didn’t know the extent of what she could do, and she didn’t want to—he didn’t think it was right. So she grew up more separated from hunting, because high stress situations could draw out her powers, and things went wrong easily when that happened.

She also grew up really quiet and reserved. She found it was easier to control her powers if she just kept herself in check. She wasn’t tamping down her personality, she was just naturally introverted and withdrawn.

After John died, she got really attached to her brothers. She got really clingy with Dean, because she got close to him while Sam was away. Dean knows how to calm her down when she gets stressed, and keeps her from losing control of her powers.

Once Sam starts figuring out his powers, both Dean and the little sister are worried about him because it’s nothing like her powers. Sam starts to be really sympathetic to the little sister, because even though their powers are different, he gets now how hard it can be.

As the show progresses and the boys mature, this is kind of how it goes—

—Sam is always willing to listen to his little sister rant about her powers, and he always tries to give her advice. He always tells her that she’s more than just her powers, she’s her own person, and using or ignoring her powers isn’t going to define her.

—Dean always knows how to comfort his little sister. If she’s really scared or sad or angry and her powers start getting out of control, he can bring her down faster than anyone.

[jackdaniel69nice]

@khonaker I have to be careful writing this one because Mrs Midnight makes me too emotional.

While tokoyami finds his alignment more in touch with literature, dark shadow is drawn to art. So of course Mrs Midnights art history class is their favorite. They love Mrs Midnight, she is always so sweet to them and even lets them be out during class. They have made lots of drawing to give to her and chat about all different time periods, styles, and regions of art. She also has a sadistic side and “enjoys tormenting her opponent” which dark shadow also has fun doing >:)

She has a reputation for being a very good listener and open to all kinds of problems. When someone is struggling with something embarrassing (such as nsfw, lgbtq, and romantic topics) she is someone that it feels ok to talk about those things with. We know she gives good advice and uplifts and inspires her students. Tokoyami has probably talked to her about such subjects before although he’s too focused on his hero work than to worry about romance.

While the audience usually sees nemuri in the light of her hero persona I like to think she is much more calm and motherly towards her students in one on one interactions. She is the fun and free spirit of UA which contrasts aizawa’s strict nature.

Nemuri adores shadow because they are cute and feisty. She loves their enthusiasm and vigor and how much they love participating in class.

She thinks tokoyami is to mature for his age and want him to have some fun and relax more, act like a kid. She tries to encourage some playfulness in him with the help of shadow and get him to be a little more reckless. It’s not very effective but toko tries to take her advice as much as he can. Maybe he does a couple things to be a bit more rebellious now.

She also tells him not to be so afraid of consequences for mistakes, has a lot of fear for hurting people and that seems to control a lot of his actions. Once again he’s not going to get over his traumas immediately but he’s slowly working on them.

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I don’t really wanna write about her…loss but I suppose I can say something.

They were devastated obviously upon the news. There is guilt because they went to save hawks instead of rejoining their class and if they had been there would she have lived? Did she have to die in order to save hawks? but mostly there is grief, intense loss. Tokoyami disassociated as first and focused on being rational and calm, he tries to comfort his classmates…and shadow. Shadow cries, cries, and cries and is also so very angry, angry at who did this. It takes time for them to heal and gain some semblance of normalcy again. They can’t think about their favorite class without hurting and missing her so much.

Toko only allows himself to break down when he is in his room. Sometimes this frustrates shadow but they are familiar with Tokoyami’s suppression at this point and doesn’t hold it against him. He thinks he has failed by not listening to her as well as he should have. He regrets not getting closer to her before she was gone. It hurts, shadow holds him while they cry, maybe they are holding each other.

Shadow makes drawing for her still and puts them on her memorial. Someone collects them and puts them in a binder before they can be destroyed by the elements but I’m not sure who. Toko names his new sword “Midnight” after her.

[artful-aries]

Genshin Headcanons: How They Apologize (Itto, Albedo, Jean)

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​​Itto:

​​Depending on what you fought about, at first, he would be too proud to apologize

​​The One and Oni Arataki Itto, being wrong? Fat chance

​​Yet as you give him the cold shoulder, he grows increasingly pouty. Why aren’t you talking to him and giving him kisses? Don’t you love him anymore? He begins to grow almost insecure the longer you draw out the punishment

​​It doesn’t take long of being ignored till his resolve is crumbling to dust. Depending on how mad you are, Itto might be extra and even get down on his knees as he apologizes to you

​​“(Y/N), my babe, my doll, my honey, my numero two, please don’t be mad at me anymore! I won’t do it again, Oni’s honor! Just please, please stop ignoring me babe. I miss being in your arms, and kissing you.”

​​If you don’t have the patience to ignore him for a while, or his groveling for your affection isn’t enough, you can always talk to Shinobu

​​Within the hour, she will have him whipped into shape with a written apology that he will read out in front of you

​​It would be a nice apology that addresses the issue nicely thanks to Shinobu’s advice. It’s just hard to ignore the giant whelp that Itto seems to have on the back of his head after spending an hour under Shinobu’s strict gaze

​​He will be super grateful that you’ve forgiven him, vowing to never make the same mistake again

​​Itto does surprisingly well about not repeating past offenses, the problem is that he seems to always come up with new ones

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​​Albedo:

​​Arguments with him are rare and mostly one sided. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s usually confused about why you are mad

​​It takes him a while to get around to apologizing to you

​​Albedo not only wants to make sure you have had plenty of time to cool off, but he also wants to make sure that he prepares an articulate apology for you

​​Given that he tries to plan out his apology, it comes out as a bit stiff and script like, but the small furrow of his brows and the concern in his eyes shows that he really does care about your feelings

​​He’s more than happy to talk about your feelings; why you got mad, where things went wrong, and how to not make the same mistakes in the future

Albedo will handle the situation in a very mature way, and make sure that you don’t confuse his stoicism for lack of feeling. He cares very much about what you think, he just has a hard time showing it

​​He’s very keen on making sure there is healthy communication between you two. Albedo isn’t dumb, he knows he can be a bit cold and aloof externally, and communication is the tool he uses to try and combat potential misunderstandings

​​When you have forgiven him, he will give you a tender kiss to your forehead, a wordless promise that he will try to do better for you in the future.

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​​Jean:

​​She usually feels a lot of guilt before the argument is even over

​​When it’s possible, she will find a way to interrupt your ranting to apologize, and ask you to calmly talk about the issue with her

​​If you storm out before she gets to apologize, she’s actually very internally distraught, barely able to concentrate on her work with the Knights

​​As soon as the opportunity arises, she’s giving you a bouquet of dandelions to apologize

​​Jean will explain that she knows what upset you and why, and that she feels terrible about it

​​She doesn’t want you to think that just because she’s busy that she doesn’t think about the best way to resolve problems with you

​​Her job is super stressful and she isn’t perfect, but she appreciates your understanding

​​With her apology, you almost completely forget what you were even mad about to begin with; her apology is just that sincere and heartfelt. How could you stay mad at her?

​​Even after she’s forgiven, she will still feel a little awkward and guilty about the argument until you give her a kiss for reassurance; whether it’s on her forehead, cheek, lips, or hands, you’ll have her blushing like a schoolgirl and forgetting what she was torn up about

[bethelighthalazia]

9 makes 1 team!

Bandmates (Relationships with the members)

Summary:  What if ATEEZ had debuted with one more member? What if they had debuted with a young woman? Her name is Choi Hwa Young, younger sister of Choi Jongho.

Genre: n/a

Pairing: ot8 & fem!OC Choi Hwa Young

Word Count:  n/a

Warnings: n/a

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

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Group Info

They´re best friends, almost like found family for her, but Hwa has a huge crush on Mingi, Mingi has a big crush on Hwa, Yunho knows about it without Mingi even telling him, but he doesn't tell anyone

The boys are very protective of Hwa, often a bit too overprotective

The boys know about Hwa´s insecurities, fears and especially about her allergies and always make sure to keep her safe

It's often Wooyoung and Hwa who cook for the group

since Hwa always loses her lip balm and the others find these, they have a big collection of Hwa´s lip balms in almost every room

when she's upset or mad, the boys actually get scared of her sometimes

The boys take turns looking for Hwa when she gets lost, often even playing rock, paper, scissors to determine who has “Hwa duty”

there were many arguments about Hwa´s stage outfits being too revealing in the beginning, which none of the boys let happen; after kingdom though, they still tried, but Hwa now has a word in her outfit choice as well

When Hwa is out with friends, the boys tend to be in contact with said friends, or send some texts to check up on the girl

Most of the times, it's Seonghwa or Hongjoong who try to make her behave and stay calm, but soon give up (especially when Woo or San are involved as well)

Seonghwa (Park Seong Hwa (박성화)) (Oppa)

Tends to mother her quite often, which Hwa never complains about. She loves to ask her oppa for advice, since he usually is the most mature and calm one. He and Hwa are sometimes called by the same nickname, which confuses her quite often. When she needs comfort, Seonghwa is usually the first one she goes to. He’s like her big brother and is rather protective, especially when other male idols or fans are around her. Seonghwa often calls her ‘little one’, unless he's mad at her, then he uses her full name.

Hongjoong (Kim Hong Joong (김홍중)) (Oppa)

Hwa loves to annoy him, he's the main target of her teasing and pranks, but she also trusts him and, if Seonghwa is not nearby, she asks him for advice and help. Cuddles and hugs are exchanged, but more often when no cameras are around since Hongjoong doesn't want to potentially give material for scandals that could be harmful for her, plus he's quite shy of affectionate skinship in public. Hongjoong is the one who has to find her everytime they attend an event, because she tends to wander off and get lost. His nickname for her is shorty, since she's the only member who's shorter than him.

Yunho (Jeong Yun Ho ((정윤호)) (Oppa)

Yunho is her big teddy bear. She loves to hug and cuddle him, holding hands when she walks besides him is almost mandatory. He's like a big brother to her, and he takes this trust and responsibility very seriously. His nickname for her is tiny, mainly because of their height difference. Hwa often likes to tease him with pranks, but more than that, she loves to team up with him to prank the others. Piggyback rides are also often a given, especially when they're in a crowd and they don´t want to lose her in it (again…). Her nickname for him is YuYu.

Yeosang (Kang Yeo Sang (강여상)) (Oppa)

Yeosang´s favorite activity is to brush and style Hwa´s hair. He's the only one who can make her sit still for hours. When they sit next to each other, he usually either draws patterns on her palms or caresses her arm to keep her calm. Hwa likes to join him when he watches tv or reads, often she can be caught styling or just brushing his hair in such moments. Yeosang and Hwa are both very different personalities, but still quite similar. His nickname for her is Bun (since she was called Bun Bun once in a show, he calls her that ever since because it causes her to get all shy and blushy). 

San (Choi San (최산)) (Oppa)

In the beginning, San wasn't too fond of the idea of having a female member in the group, but they quickly became best friends. If she's scared, he is at her side to protect her without even needing to be asked to. He likes to carry her around piggyback style, if he's not around Wooyoung, he can be found hugging and cuddling Hwa. San usually matches her energy, especially when she´s not holding back her naturally chaotic and often child-like energy. Hwa usually calls him San oppa or Sannie, when she calls him San, she's usually mad at him. San tends to call her gwiyomi (cutie).

Mingi (Song Min Gi (송민기)) (Oppa)

Mingi is the first to notice when Hwa feels anxious or sad and he can always tell if she's honest or if she's lying to them. Ever since the group formed, Mingi has liked her and has had a crush on her. Hwa trusts Mingi blindly, she knows he always will keep her safe and never will do anything to hurt her purposefully. She´s always had/has a crush on him. His nickname for her is princess/pretty, which causes her to get heavily flustered. Mingi also often just holds her hand or can be found hugging or cuddling her, often giving her piggyback rides as well. Hwa likes to call him Min-Min, but only when she knows that no cameras are around.

Wooyoung (Jung Woo Young (정우영)) (Oppa)

Wooyoung and Hwa are a bundle of pure chaos. If one doesn't see them, one certainly can hear them. These two absolutely match each other´s energy and it´s happened more than once, that Seonghwa or Hongjoong had to separate them to calm down. They both can often be found dancing (or causing trouble for the older members). Wooyoung and Hwa became best friends after she beat him in a dance off that he had proposed to prove that a girl shouldn't be in the group (he only lost because Yunho had distracted Wooyoung during that dance off). Hwa mispronounced his name in the beginning quite often, which is why she resorted to calling him Woo everytime (yes, also in interviews and such). His nickname for her is jagi.

Jongho (Choi Jong Ho (최종호)) (big brother, blood related)

Much to his annoyance, Hwa loves to call him little bear, even though she's younger and shorter than him. Jongho however usually calls her Hwa-yah or, much to her annoyance, moonpie. He started calling her this when he walked in on her binge-watching Sailor moon (while she was dressed in a sailor moon costume). Jongho doesn´t often show affection on camera, yet he does allow Hwa to cuddle or hug him any time she likes. They are quite close and he loves to join her vocal practices every time, mainly to give her advice and sometimes even get advice from her.

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This is a bit of a throw-away idea, but I can't chase it away. But I also cannot produce my vision. This vision fits no where. Anyway. The vision is goth Butterfly Girls.

Was doodling and I wound up doodling Kanao in an article of clothing I had envisioned her before when I rediscovered some old photos with a particular article of clothing I used to own (and which I must had given to my sisters at some point because I rediscovered it while visiting home and I was like, 'yeah, I still love this').

It's a short sleeve black hoodie with a subtle butterfly pattern and lots of nice details like lace all over the inside of the hood and on the outside of the pockets. Yes, it even had pockets!! It was such a good, good thrift store find. A nice elegant touch of goth, but totally casual! I loved it, and Kanao would look adorable in it. But what goths would the others be? Well, if Shinobu as we know her in the majority of canon, yes, she'd pull off a fancier lolita quite nicely, but nooooo, not in this AU-which-isn't-even-a-proper-AU. If it's openly angry Shinobu who has an older sister who already dresses like an elegant goth anyway, Shinobu's going to accessorize and wear pants with so many chains that she jingles. (Did I base her outfit completely on a friend's signature look? Yes, absolutely. Also, that is the friend responsible for my having gotten into KnY. She has good taste. I also rediscovered a photo from a time she dressed me up in her usual clothes and had me pose in her posture. It was very, very odd for both of us.) She wears boots with very, very thick soles. She had hide a lot of knives in those. But did Shinobu go through a more hardcore phase with daily black lipstick and very very heavy eye makeup? Yes. Kanae teased her a little and after that Shinobu made it worse for a while, but she later toned it back down to a look that's easier to do everyday. Shinobu is no poser, she is committed. She also listens to goth music like an angry teen should. Kanae is the one who started all this. She just pulls it off with grace and looks like she's not trying very hard. Her style is long and flowy. She does tea party fashion get-togethers and stuff.

The first time Aoi tried it, it was because Kanae lent her an outfit and took her along. She liked how people appreciated the desserts she made, and she started getting creative ideas for what sorts of accessories she could make. Next thing you know, Aoi is someone who works very, very hard on each outfit and is very committed to an ideal loli-goth shape. She gets a little stressed out if the petticoats aren't working the way she envisioned. Despite all this effort, she gets embarrassed and doesn't talk much when she's dolled up. It's hard for her to walk in the shoes.

And the little girls? Yes, they want in on this too. Kanae would rather they be more mature before committing to a fashion scene, so they keep things simple with black dresses and tights.

So you got three little Wednesday Addams, and all the boys at the hospital are kind of freaked out by them. Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo change nothing about their tastes and personalities, yet they have mastered goth. No, I will not elaborate anymore than this. No, I will never have the patience to draw the sorts of elegant goth looks I love. No, you don't get to be as cool as I was in that lacy black hoodie. (I don't either, because I don't have it anymore.)

[displaysisbored]

Some Recent Art (Wakfu Fan OCs)

Some recent doodles on my Wakfu OCs + info dumping about them lol. Mostly gonna be focusing on my main OC Solaris (They/She) but some of my other OCs are gonna show up too.

This is Solaris!! They're a Xelor which are basically lowkey time wizards (but they can have other abilities like being able to float and manipulate Wakfu - the game's magic source - into temporary weapons). Although most Xelors are, like, smart and strategic with most of the class focusing on strategy, they're like super stupid and honestly more Iop-ish (basically the game's warrior class) than a Xelor but they don't gaf lol.

Despite the game literally focusing on combat, Solaris takes after me whenever I play the game (aka they can't fight for shit). Because their class focuses on strategy which is something they almost never do, they're usually the one party member that is sorta there to have fun and then die 2 seconds later.

Solaris also loves cats!! That's the whole reason why they have the mechanical ears and tail. Both are mostly for looks but the tail is also used for balance cuz Solaris is a bit of a klutz lol.

In this drawing they're holding Fadezo's first cat - Shitface. Even though Fadezo has like a billion cats in his possession, Shitface was the one Solaris connected to the most and she insists to take care of them whenever given the chance (though Shitface lives up to their name and is kind of a dick to Solaris lol).

The character introduced here is the one I was talking about earlier - Fadezo! He's the first character I created in the Wakfu game (and is also my first Wakfu OC) and he's sort of like the brains of the party next to Ria. He tries to take the game and his class seriously but he does enjoy messing around sometimes.

Oh also this drawing is more of an example of Solaris' behavior when it comes to combat lol. She's the type to just run right back into a dungeon after her health regenerates (or if she loses enough she just does some side quests to level up to unspeakable levels and then beat the dungeon in like 3 hits lol).

Like any other version of my sona, Solaris only has one eye that actually works but I decided to put the other eye to something that fits a Xelor and made it a clock! Canonically it only really moves when Solaris is casting spells but I like to imagine that in some reality the clock is also used as a makeshift watch.

The character next to her is named Ari! She's Ria's sister and is an Eliatrope (basically she can make portals and stuff lol). She's the life of the group and is a lot more lighthearted than everyone else - sort of like Solaris except she's actually decent at combat and uses her high energy to her advantage.

So fun fact! Solaris actually has a face under that mask lol. I haven't really thought of what it looked like but I think I'd like to just keep it up to imagination. I just imagine that whatever her face looks like Ria would probably be an asshat about it (aka the Dream face reveal "HES UGLY" reference lol).

Also the character introduced here is named Ari! She's Ria's sister and is sort of the more reasonable/the brains of the party. If it wasn't a group of friends she'd probably be the leader because of her maturity (despite her being the same age as Ari). She's a dragon but usually takes a more humanoid form because it's like way more convenient than being a giant dragon 24/7.

To end off this post, I have a quick doodle of the types of robotics Solaris would make!! Despite her not being the smartest, she's pretty good at creating little Wakfu-powered robots like the Sinistro (a small robotic owl that can be summoned in game). Solaris would spend most of her free time creating and working on making a fully functional robotic cat (but she finds real cats to be more fun to be around).

That's about all!! If anyone got this far tysm for reading actually I love developing and writing about my characters. I'm probably gonna post pretty frequently but I have like 50 billion OCs with 50 billion different stories so it'll probably take a minute to see the same OC twice (however, Solaris is part of the different versions of my sona so you might see her around more often)!

[yallthemwitches]

Catch the Wind, Chapter 3: "What's a Rosemary's Baby?

This chapter is the start of edging into a Mature rating. Nothing crazy, but don't want anyone aghast by it so I will stick it all under the "read more".

Once again inspired by @blvnk-art --one of which is a NSFW drawing that is posted on her twitter but not here on tumblr. The other inspired comic I will repost shortly.

Thanks for reading :)

She could feel his body clenching under hers. Her hands moved over his chest and rested just at the start of his neck. There was an incredible heat growing inside her and she felt frantic to increase it. Her hips moving fluidly, grinding her lower half into his as her eyes watched his mouth hang open in a never ending moan. She moved a hand to brush it through his already messed up hair, but once it reached the back, he thrust up his hips and she pulled at his hair in support. At her tug, he growled and grabbed hold of her hips, increasing his speed. With one last thrust, he took hold of her sides and pulled her gingerly and she obliged; sliding off his body to rest on her back and catch her breath. She regarded him: hair a mess, glasses lost somewhere neither of them knew, and bare chest rising and falling. Turning to her with eyes so full of fire and heavy with lust he panted out:

« Time out, Evans. »

She shot upwards in her bed. Around her, Marlene, Mary, and Alice were all still fast asleep and the sun was just starting to peek out from the horizon. Lily grabbed the glass of water beside her bed and took three big gulps. Despite it being just a dream, the heat in her body remained and her mind repeated the look he gave her over and over again. 

Fucking Hell. 

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James waited as Lily entered the Great Hall that morning with baited breath. He couldn’t sleep last night, between Sirus blasting a record and his awaited study session with Lily, his beauty sleep was not meeting its quota.

Lily entered by herself looking more disheveled than she would usually allow. Her hair, which she had frantically brushed, was more frizzed and wavy than normal and her blouse was left uncharacteristically undone farther down than usual. Noticing the latter, she awkwardly tried to button it a bit more while almost running into a first year. 

Catching her glance after she had finished her fidgeting, James made a small smile at her and raised a hand in greeting. Rather than turning her eyes into slits like was custom or even returning the sentiment, her face turned bright red and she snatched a muffin off the table before grabbing at the strap of her bag and rushing out the way she came. 

James lowered his hand, crestfallen and turned to Remus. 

“You haven’t talked to Lily since last night have you?” Remus didn’t look up from his plate and grumbled out, “ You know perfectly well I’ve been with you since you last spoke to her. Why? Are you going to start overthinking things?”

He looked back up at the door that Lily had exited out of.  ”You haven’t done anything to muck it up,” Lupin groaned.” At least, not in the last, what, 10 hours, I hope.”

James continued to stare at the door. Yeah, I hope. 

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What in Merlin’s name was THAT. 

Lily rushed past a group of Ravenclaw’s who began twittering loudly after watching her pass in such a disheveled state. 

She could hardly get herself out of bed with the horror she was feeling. Since she woke up he repeated like a mantra in her brain: Time out, Evans. She could hardly look at him just now without noticing that her dream did a bloody fantastic job depicting the square of his shoulders….

She groaned despite herself and ripped another piece of muffin with her teeth. There was a relatively empty spot next to the lake and she plopped herself down and laid back to stare at the sky. 

“Looks like the mudblood has had a tough morning.” She hadn’t noticed, but a group of Slytherins were sitting just down the shore, crowding around something that was hidden out of view. With Avery’s comment, Snape’s head shot up and locked on her. 

Not having the heart to entertain them, Lily kept looking up at the sky. She could hear snickering and hushed voices talking quickly. 

“...I bet the little bitch goes home to shag all the muggle boys on her holiday. Better get to them now before the Dark Lord kills them all.” Mulciber let out a cackle. Snape didn’t make a sound but made a weak smile to fein amusement for the sake of the group. 

Avery then calls out, “ Why so glum Ms. Evans? Did one of your muggle boyfriends get killed in the last attack?He made animated crying motions while the rest of the group burst out laughing with the one exception of Snape. 

Lily didn’t turn to look at them. Snape could see from his place that her face was contorting from the indecision to act or let it be. After a beat, he saw the smallest movement from her lips and the bottom of Avery’s robes burst into flames. 

The group jumped back in fear and Avery fell to the ground rolling to get the fire out. From along the way, Lily acted unfazed by the commotion, but a small smile crept onto her face as she closed her eyes. 

“You fucking Mudblood cunt,” Mulciber stepped away from the now smoking but otherwise flame-less Avery. 

“Who, me?” Lily responded with her eyes still closed. She could hear Mulciber’s footsteps bound toward her and when she opened her eyes Mulciber was only a couple paces away with his wand pointed at her. She reached for her own in her back pocket.

“N-no!” Snape stuttered out, and he stumbled his way besides Mulciber. Taking his wand arm, he pulled him around and whispered in his ear. 

“She’s Slughorn's favorite. You want to get sacked off the quidditch team?!”

Mulciber eyed Snape warily for a second before sticking his wand back in his robe and turning to address Lily. 

“Lucky for you little Mudblood, I have better things to do than waste my time on rubbish.” Spitting on the ground he walked back to his group and they started off, pulling a shaken but otherwise alright Avery with them. 

Snape, who had stayed behind, gave Lily one last pleading glance before turning to walk away. Lily jumped up from her seat and bounded towards him.

“I don’t. need. you. to. save. me.” She hissed at him. He didn’t respond and kept walking towards the retreating Slytherins. 

But before she could berate him further, a voice called out a couple yards away. 

“Evans’ is everything ok?” James and his mates were standing just up the hill. Sirius’ already had his wand pulled, and Lupin was watching the Slytherin group leave with a concerned furrow in his brow. 

James quickened his pace to be by her side. At his presence the soft expression on Snape’s face furrowed into anger and he clenched his hands.

“You’re right. You don’t need help, I see.” And moved quickly to join his friends. 

Lily watched him depart, still with her wand in hand and still breathing heavily.

“Evans…? Lily?” James was right behind her clearly unsure of how to proceed. He had taken his wand out but left it at his side. 

“I’m fine.” She choked out, clearly still upset. 

She swallowed a few times and took a deep breath before finally turning to him. 

“I’m fine,’ she repeated, “Just–give me some space ok?”

James searched her face. He glanced over his shoulders to see his friends still at the ready. Lupin nodded his head slightly. Do what she asks.

“Right. Ok, Evans. Hope you are alright.” He turned and used all his will power to trudge back up to his friends. Turning to look at her before they went back into the castle, she was still in the same spot, brushing off her skirt and collecting her things.

In the hall, James picked up his pace and turned east towards where the Slytherins’ had entered from the other side. Still with his wand in his hand, it was now clenched tightly as he walked with purpose. 

“Mate I think you should leave it alone,” Remus’ called from behind him. 

“If you try anything that will only upset her, trust me.” James slowed his gait. Remus was right. He made a loud groan and put his wand into his back pocket. 

“Fine.” 

Sirius came up beside him and clasped a hand on his shoulders. “We’ll get them back another day, Prongs. Knowing my family’s lot, we will have endless opportunities, I’m sure.” 

The boys turned back to walk towards class. Passing by the archways, James strained to see if Lily remained down by the lake, but she had disappeared.

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It was not an ideal start to the day. Between the dream and the run-in with Snape’s crew, Lily was just about tuckered out by lunch. Deciding one interaction with the Slytherin house was enough for one day, she caught Slughorn in the Great Hall to fabricate some story about feeling too sick to come to potions that afternoon. Giving her his best and promising to make her a little pick-me-up potion, she now felt perfectly in her right to sod off back to Gryffindor tower and to lay in bed. 

But by the time she had made it safe in her dorms, she remembered her little engagement with Potter.

“Ugh Fuck me,” she moaned and smashed a pillow into her face. 

Marlene, who was flipping through a magazine on her bed retorted, “Better not repeat that at your study session tonight unless you want Potter’s head to explode.

Lily gave Marlene a pointed look. Then flipped over to push her face into the mattress. 

“What if I just don’t go?” Lily’s voice garbled out from the mattress.

Marlene scoffed. “What? And stand up James Potter? Mr. Quidditch Captain? Mr. every-girl-wants-to-shag-him? That would be a laugh.”

Lily peeked an eye up from the bed.

“You seem awfully comfortable talking about my study session like it’s something else. I don’t appreciate it.” 

“Oh Lily Lily Lily. You and I both know nothing good happens with Potter and his crew behind closed doors.”

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Lily stumbled her way up the staircase and towards the third floor. Having tried to convince herself to stay in bed until the last minute, her nerves got the best of her and she forced herself out of the dorms with only 5 minutes before their meeting time. Even if it was just Potter, she still hated being late. Practically bursting through the door of the empty classroom, she was 5 minutes late and not wholly mentally prepared. 

James was sitting at the front end of the classroom at the professor's desk. Leaning back and balancing on just the two back legs of the chair, he looked up from a ruddy piece of parchment and quickly shoved it into his back pocket before jumping up. 

“Evans! You’re uncharacteristically late. I was just wondering if you forgot about me.”

Lily huffed and slammed her bag on a table closest to him.

“Fortunately for you Potter, you are for better or worse unforgettable.”

Despite the comment being conveyed as an insult, James’ heart leapt at the idea that she even took the time to think about him.

Noticing he was looking a little too pleased, a blush started to grow on her face and she pushed her hair behind her ear. His face sombered, and his eyes lowered into his lap. 

“Hey, before we start…are you…ok? I mean about earlier.” He didn’t look up as he said it which gave Lily the privacy for her cheeks to flush. She continued pulling the books out of her bag.

She felt a hand on the side of her neck. She hadn’t noticed he had crossed the small distance between them and was standing at her side. She hadn’t ever felt someone touch her there before. His calloused hand felt warm and soft. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I can see it in your eyes.” She kept looking down at her bag and felt tears starting to form. She brushed one away quickly, hoping he didn’t notice. 

His hand moved slightly to curve under her chin. His thumb softly brushed its way over her jaw.

“Please, look at me…” She listened. His eyes were just as comforting as his hand had felt. Despite looking at him this pointedly in her dream that morning, the lust and fire that had been there was now replaced with a softness and concern for her she had never seen in him before. 

“I can see it. I’m sorry you are hurt.” His thumb brushed its way back down her chin and he dropped his hand. He kept his gaze locked with hers for a second before giving a small smile and making his way back to the professor's desk. 

Lily turned to follow him with her eyes; not sure how they were supposed to proceed. James took his wand out of his back pocket and plunked it on the desk before jumping up and sitting on the tabletop. 

“So, I guess I might as well open with the elephant in the room,” James leaned back. Despite just having a very emotional and intimate moment, he had snapped back into his cocky demeanor. 

“I want us–would like us– to be friends.” His tone made it sound like a business deal. 

“Friends.” Lily echoed. 

“Friends,” James copied. “I figured if I am helping you study, there’s no reason we can’t be friendly.”

Lily’s mind ran through a million scenarios. It had never occurred to her to be friends with Potter. It seemed almost like a revelation to think that all this time, he could be something other than either an annoyance or an attraction. 

Fuck it. “Ok yeah. Let’s be friends.”

James perked up. “Really! Brilliant!” 

He launched himself off the table and picked his wand back up. 

“Alright, Evans, my friend Evans. Let's learn a thing or two about transfiguration…I hear you are rubbish.”

The lesson went amazingly well. Despite the emotional start and the somewhat awkward friendship truce, it gave James a new platform to be open with her. While helping, he joked and jumped about to get her motivated. He would poke fun at her badly done wand movements and she found herself laughing and giving him cheeky comments as payback. He even boisterously read aloud the steps to the spells with such a shakespearean flourish, she picked up the book and thwacked his arm with it playfully. In all, she had to admit, she was having a pretty good time.

“So, what do we do…y’know now that we are friends?” Lily asked playfully during a break in their practice. They had been at it for a better part of an hour and now sat across each other atop the desks. She hadn’t had this much fun learning something in ages, and she was feeling a bit slap happy. 

“Dunno, guess what normal friends do. Talk about our lives…know each other's hobbies..”James teetered off. 

“Ok, I got one. What’s your family like?” He poised. 

Lily giggled. “Well, as you know they are Muggles,” James nodded in confirmation, “….and I have a sister who is a muggle too.”

“Ooooh, and what's she like? What’s her name?” The earnestness of his questioning made Lily laugh out loud. 

“Her name’s Petunia…we used to be really close, ‘till we weren’t.”

“Ah, bugger, it was your red hair wasn’t it. Bet she’s jealous of your red hair.”

Lily snickered, “Well I think it’s more because I’m a witch and she isn’t, but you might be onto something there.” Lily giggled and crossed her arms over her propped up knees. 

“Oh, and now she’s got this awful boyfriend named Vernon. Just the most boring bloke I’ve ever met and has this horrid mustache too. Last time I was home, we had his family over for dinner and we got into a big row about how I thought Rosemary’s Baby was a brilliant film. Honestly, some people have no taste.” She was rambling but James didn’t mind, she seemed so happy to divulge feelings that had clearly been bottled up inside her. 

“What’s a Rosemary’s Baby?” James inquired. 

Lily laughed and sat up. “Oh Merlin, sorry. I forgot–it's a muggle film which came out a few years back about a woman who gets pregnant and her witch neighbors plot to steal her baby.”

“God, I hate it when that happens. I tried to steal a baby the other week and you won’t believe the trouble it was.” James grinned at her. 

She laughed so hard she needed to steady herself on his arm. Her touch did not go unnoticed by him. 

“No, but really, it's actually a brilliant film–and it’s not just me who says it, there's loads of reputable people who think it's wonderful. But Vernon’s family was just disgusted that I could even find the merit in it—something that shows evil, dastardly witches.” 

 “Sounds like my kind of film.” James retorted. From their laughing they both had started leaning towards each other. Their legs, which were propped up on opposite chairs, were almost touching. 

Lily cleared her throat and settled her laughter. “And what about you Mr. Potter? Any awful family ties?”

James put his elbow on his knee and cradled the side of his head in his hands. “Nah, just boring purebloods. I’m an only child so I don’t get the honors of sibling strife. But Sirius comes around most holidays and livens up the atmosphere.”

“That’s awfully nice for your parents to let him around.”

“You have no idea.” James smiled at her and they held each other’s gaze for a moment. 

He was awfully close to her. He was still leaning carelessly on his elbow, and the way his eyes looked up at her made her heart beat faster than she liked. She still felt the buzz of her body from laughing more than she had in quite a long time. She could feel the flush on her face. There was a part of her urging, begging to just close the distance between them. It could take almost nothing…just to lean forward a bit further….

“Ah damn, I’ve got to try to get some sleep!” James jumped up out of his seat and did a dramatic yawn. Lily was caught off guard. Were they not just having a great time and perfectly poised to kiss? 

She immediately felt disgusted with herself. When have you ever wanted to kiss Potter? She literally shook her head as though to dispel the thought. We are friends now. Friends. 

James opened up the door to the corridor and let her pass through. She turned towards the direction of the Gryffindor tower but stopped when she saw that he was not following in the same direction.

“You are not headed back? It’s late.” Lily tried not to sound like she wanted him to accompany her on her walk back. 

“Nah, I like to get a little night air before I turn in. It’s good for your digestion!” He winked at her and she scoffed. 

“Yeah, alright then. Wouldn't want to keep you from causing trouble. Though be warned, I’m still a prefect you know.”

James laughed. “What’s the saying? Keep your enemies closer?”

She giggled and his smile grew wider from the sound. 

“Goodnight Evans.”

“Goodnight Potter.” 

Before he could turn she reached out and put her hand on his arm and squeezed affectionately. Some pink rose on his cheeks.

“Thanks again, friend.”

She turned and walked a couple of paces away. She could feel his eyes watching her leave. The look in his eyes from both the dream and just tonight in reality; the closeness they had just shared. She knew it wasn’t normal but she wanted more of it. 

“James.” She spoke his name for the first time. She turned around to where he had just been, but he had vanished. 

[muchmuch-xii]

Morine {Noragami}

Character presentation

[Warning ! Noragami’s spoilers !]

General

Capacity : Ki

Name : Mori

Usual Name : Morine

Age : 14 years old

Gender : Female

Status : Dead (ghost/shinki)

Transformation : Push Dagger

Physical Appearance

Morine's straight chestnut hair falls to her shoulder blades. She often wears it up in a bun, but a rebellious lock wanders over to the right side of her forehead. Her green eyes are reminiscent of the color of the forest, which she lightly makes up with mascara. Her skin is dotted with moles. She wears two under her right eye and a string of them all over her body. On her upper left thigh is the shinki mark, the kanji of her name written in red : 森. Morine is taller than girls her age and more muscular. Her arm muscles are also quite well defined, which is a source of complex for her.

Morine's style of dress is quite feminine. She often wears dresses, skirts and elaborate tops. But there's one rule she never seems to break : she never shows her arms or shoulders. She often hides them under layers of clothing, even if it means being too hot. She often wears nail polish to match her mood of the day. It's a way of expressing the emotions she can't bring out constructively.

Personality

Morine is a young girl whose biggest screw is lying. She doesn't have much self-confidence and will do anything to make people like her. I don't know if I should say more about her yet.

Relationships

Yato : Yato and Morine's relationship is off to a bad start. The former god of disaster refused to take her on as a shinki for a while. But he finally agreed to take her under his wing under conditions, in discussion with Hiyori. In time, their relationship will improve, because after all, Yato's not a bad guy.

Hiyori : Hiyori was the first person to take her under her wing when she was lost in the woods in spectral form. They also get together around a shared passion : combat sports. A great way to bond !

Yukine : While time is on Morine's side with Yato, it's just the opposite with Yukine. He seemed to like her when she came to live with them, only to find his trust shattered after an argument broke out between them.

Kofuku : They have a bit of a sisters relationship. Kofuku likes to dress Morine up or put nail polish on her. They get along great ! Morine got her purple skirt from her. She gave it to her when she saw her leering at it. It's a gift that means a lot to Morine.

Daikoku : Daikoku has the soul of a father. He loves children and it's not surprising to say that he acts with Morine like a father or uncle, as he might with Yukine.

Story

Her past is an enigma, her future a mystery, and you'll have to be patient to find out !

Other things

Here I'm going to talk a bit about what's going to happen to this account and my future posts !

Well hello already, I'm glad to meet you ! I'm Much ! I'm writing this first post on Tumblr to introduce you to a character of my creation and more than that, a project close to my heart. I hope you enjoy it !

You'll no doubt have noticed that a good deal of information is missing. I either fly over them or skip them. Don't worry, it's perfectly normal. Indeed, through this blog, I'd like to draw your attention to what's coming next. This presentation is an introduction, an attempt to intrigue you a little.

Lately, I've been remodeling an Oc that I created when I was a 15-year-old baby. With my MATURE ADULT eyes, I now realize that everything has to be redone ! I've taken over her design, her story, her name... I'm not quite finished bulding the structure of the story, but I know where I want to go.

So I've decided to post what I write about it here ! For the moment, I've drawn the first chapter entirely in the form of manga boards. I tried to reproduce Adachitoka's style for fun. And although it was a lot of fun, I don't think I'll have the time in the future to draw the whole story I want to tell. So I'm thinking of publishing some blogs mixing illustrations and writing.

I plan to post the boards of the first chapter in a while. I hope you’ll like it ! If not... I don't care !

I wish you a good day, a good night and a beautiful life ! See you soon !

[To be continued…]

[good-beanswrites]

I skewed too far from the original request, (so you'll be getting another one with Es and this prompt soon) but for now have this 😂 It's based on that one sprinkler minigram, and uses @iris-drawing-stuff 's raincoat ideas for the other prisoners :3

When Es was told their duties would include watching over ten prisoners, they had expected escape attempts, lies and trickery, fights, or breakdowns. The reality was much worse. They had to keep ten morons out of mundane trouble. And the job was nonstop.

Today’s problem was a bit more intense than the usual stubbed toes and squabbles. Es had been surprised by the culprit behind the day’s stupidity -- after all, Shidou was usually the one stopping the others from causing mischief.

Though he would never admit to anything, Es was able to put the pieces together themself: Amane makes an offhand comment about missing the seasons. Someone with good handwriting anonymously requests a child’s raincoat and galoshes. (Unrelated, there was an issue with the request, and a dozen animal-themed raincoats had been delivered to the prison.) Then, burn marks appear around the sprinklers in Shidou’s cell, just the size of his little lighter. It wasn’t hard to see that he was the one that set off the major malfunction which was currently soaking every inch of the prison in sheets of freezing water.

At least they had extra raincoats. 

Es made their way to the panopticon, toolkit in hand. They had swapped their cape out for one of the raincoats. They’d turned it inside out in an attempt to hide the animal features. It made them feel more mature, which was necessary seeing as they had no experience with fixing sprinklers. As it turned out, neither did the prisoners. 

Two chairs had been precariously stacked within Shidou’s cell. Kotoko, wrapped in a wolf raincoat, stood on her toes at the top. She twisted the valve this way and that. Standing directly underneath, she avoided the brunt of the downpour. Kazui and Shidou stood at the base, one squeezed into a fox coat, the other, a shark. They both crossed their arms, offering Kotoko all of their observations and tips and suggestions. She ignored everything. It didn’t deter them from ‘helping.’

“Comin’ in hot!”

A black cat-clad Yuno hurried around the corner with a shout. Es stepped out of her way. She carried an armful of towels to stop up some of the deepening puddles. Mikoto flew by in the opposite direction to do the same. His dog ears flopped as he ran. Amane stood near the guard’s tower, entirely enveloped in her frog raincoat. She stood in perfect, calm silence, as if she were above all this nonsense. Es couldn’t agree more. Next to her, Muu openly sobbed within her calico cat coat.

No one seemed to notice as Es cleared their throat. “That’s enough,” they tried, “I can handle it from here.”

Kotoko didn’t even glance their way. “Let me just try one more thing. I’ve almost got it.”

“I’m telling you, it just needs a little twist,” Kazui urged her.

Es was bumped aside as Fuuta dragged another set of chairs into the cell. His raised voice was undermined by the mouse raincoat pulled over his head. “I told you, you’re doing it all wrong! Lemme at it.”

“I’m serious. As warden, I --”

Their protests were drowned out by Mahiru’s voice from behind. They turned to find two bunny raincoats bouncing along. 

“This way, Haruka ~!” With much enthusiasm and grand hand gestures, Mahiru directed him to set down some industrial sized buckets at regular intervals. “Perfect…” They quickly began to fill.

Shidou pointed. “Right there, can you move that piece?”

“I already told you,” Kotoko grit her teeth. “I don’t need to touch that.” She wobbled atop the chair.

Fuuta had climbed onto his own stack. “You guys aren’t fucking listening.” He reached out, but Kotoko swatted his hands away. “Hey!” It was his turn to teeter.

“Yuno, I need more towels, stat!” At Mikoto’s urgent call, Yuno came sprinting past. 

Es opened their mouth to stop her, but it was too late. Her foot slid through a puddle. With a cry, she was thrown flat on her face. 

Mahiru gasped. Trying to run to her aid, one of her uniform straps hooked on a bucket near Muu and Amane’s feet. She yanked it forward.

The splash rose up and soaked their uncovered legs. Muu sobbed harder. 

Haruka, of course, wanted to help. He immediately ran into another bucket, sending him stumbling and splashing to the ground.

“Oi, Yuno! I said I needed another towel!”

Kazui made another comment on the sprinkler. Fuuta leaned in real close to get a better look. With a huff, Kotoko tugged on the valve. It jammed around so that the wide spray converged into a single, high-pressure stream. 

The jet aimed directly at Fuuta’s face. 

His sputtering cursing followed him the long way to the ground. Shidou and Kazui leapt to catch him as he fell. Both miraculously forgot that their shoes rested in several inches of water, because their arms flailed wildly for each other and the fallen chairs as they slipped.

Es’ frown twitched.

“Idiots. They’re all idiots.”

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Haruka T1 Cover - Two Breaths Walking

Time to continue my quest of trying to figure out what the connections between the prisoners and their cover songs are! This time, we have a character I'm not super familiar with, but at least a somewhat easy to understand song. Haruka's Trial 1 cover, Two Breaths Walking!

CW Metaphorical stabbing and literal murder, animal cruelty

The easiest connection to draw between the singer of this song and Haruka is the theme of childishness and maturity.

“This is Page 1 of the process of my evolution.”

(Translation)

(The 'process of evolution' would be the process of growing up, maturing and learning. Thus, they're at the start of said process)

“Hey, mama, I found someone I like.” “Congratulations”

“Papa, Mama, Niina…” “Well done.” “I’m going out now.”

(Speaking to one's parents and seeking their validation for their actions is usually a trait associated with children. Note, 'niina' is a way to read '27', so they're speaking to DECO*27... I guess)

The singer finds someone they like, but in their inexperience, they end up accidentally hurting their lover.

The words I just learned become a knife that pierces through you Tearing your life to pieces

The only person I can think of that Haruka hurt accidentally would be his mother, who he distressed by killing all those animals and the girl in search of her attention, as well as stealing her pearl necklace.

[Weakness] You praised me by saying “You’re crazy.” Thank you, I’ll do my best How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human?

[Metamorphosis of the Weak] Haruka:  I felt uneasy about it this whole time… Someone as worthless as me having killed someone to gain attention, and a person who surely had more worth and more of a future than me, at that…

(Note: To clarify, Haruka's mother hurt him a lot more than he hurt her, and Haruka hurt his victims more than his mother, but the only one Haruka hurt accidentally was his mother)

Therefore, weird as it sounds to say it, Haruka would be singing this to his mother, probably.

The ending... is a bit weird if that's the case, admittedly. See, in Two Breaths Walking, after accidentally hurting their lover, the protagonist decides to help them by "kissing" them so they can breathe on their breath.

You’ll live by sucking in my breath from now on Your words have already rusted in the saliva Hey, suck in my breath again now I try to say “I love you,” but Instead I’m living my whole life as a sort of oxygen tank Suck in the words I've spit out and breathe no more

What's happening here, in my opinion, is that the protagonist wants to be so important to their lover, that they cannot be abandoned. Their lover will need them to survive, since they've become their 'oxygen tank'. That's what Two Breaths Walking means, two people who breathe together and are thus inseparable. No matter what the lover tries to say, their words 'rust in the saliva', they can't be heard, because the protagonist has made it impossible for them to separate. Even though, as you'll notice if you think about it, you can't breathe another person's breath; it's carbon dioxide, not oxygen, so the lover would end up suffocated.

It's important to notice, though, the protagonist isn't doing this intentionally. They genuinely think they're helping, that their love is healing the other person, and so they must keep doing what they're doing.

Applied to Haruka, while the kissing imagery gets a bit awkward with the mother thing, we do have the theme of not wanting to be abandoned:

[AKAA] Don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me [...] I will definitely make you love me again [...] Can I be your favorite this time? I will definitely make you love me again

As well as Haruka doing something he thinks will make his mother happy, not realizing that's not quite the case. In this case, that would be killing animals + the girl.

[AKAA] Mommy, look, I’ve done great “There there, my good boy!” I promise to make my dreaMU come true I wasn’t wrong, I wasn’t wrong Please don’t say that I am a loser

Get it? I think it works well enough. Admittedly I am not a big Haruka understander, so if someone has more insight on his possible connections (or any other prisoner's, for that matter), feel free to share!

That's all I have to say for this one. Take care!

[kny-agere]

I have a request for a Drabble about Daki regressing in the middle of the s2 fight with uzui so Tengan and his wives has to take a break to care for Daki while she’s regressed to a toddler (preferably around the time where she’s throwing a tantrum bc of her head)?

Sorry again for taking so long again!! I’m working on some other big projects for my main blog ;3; Still I hope you enjoy this <3

★彡☆彡★彡

“Oh Tengen-sama, we can’t fight her like this!” Suma looked like she was halfway to regressing herself. She held the demon in her arms with tears in her eyes. Daki leaned into the touch despite the fact that two minutes ago she had been trying to murder the group.

Uzui opened his mouth to admonish his wife but as he looked to Makio and Hinatsuru they shared the same apprehensive expression. His face pulled into an even deeper frown.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Makio was much more hesitant than her wife but her eyes had softened as well. “The poor girl probably doesn’t understand what’s going on right now.”

Tengen still had clear reservations but he didn’t stop his brides from moving forward. They all comforted Daki (and Suma somewhat) while the man watched with dissatisfaction.

After a minute or two it became clear that Daki was not going to attack them and that the women were not going to stop coddling her. Finally the hashira approaches very slowly. He keeps his swords held tight in his hands even though it makes the young girl cry when she sees them.

Hinatsuru rises and darts to her husband’s side. “Can you please put those away?” She runs her fingers over his arms in a plea to soothe the man. “You don’t have to come over if you don’t want to.” There’s a very slight pout in Hinatsuru’s voice. She’s usually not so conniving which is exactly why Tengen softens. He sheaths his swords and tries to make his expression less scary.

When he draws closer and actually listens the young girl is moaning about her looks. “I’m so ugly! My face is all burned and horrible.” In reality Daki’s skin healed in seconds and is perfectly smoothed.

“Don’t cry, it’s not flashy.” Tengen even wipes away big spills of tears.

All his wives make an offended sound but the girl herself does manage to stop her crying for a brief moment. “B-but you messed up my hair… and all my makeup.” That point is regrettably true. Even in the midst of a battle Tengen knew how to appreciate fine fashion. Now the girl looks like… a girl. Without the intricate hairdo and the eyeliner that made her look much more mature it’s easier to gauge just how young she is. Daki looks like she’s barely a teen, and behaves even younger.

“You look fine. Even unstyled the white is very flashy on its own.” Uzui doesn’t care much for the green tips but he’ll keep that bit to himself.

“It is isn’t it? In fact It’s better this way because the pins won’t distract from the color.” Daki immediately perks up and combs her fingers through her hair.

Suma wilts slightly. “Well I liked them.” That earns her a quick elbow from Makio.

“This isn’t about you!”

The young girl giggles at their quick scuffle and the last of her tears disappear.

[thrythlind]

Tendou Kasumi - Late Start Version

Okay, so, before we begin let's go ahead set some basic information here first.

Who is Tendou Kasumi?

Kasumi is a supporting character from the 80s manga Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi and the anime it is based on. She is a character who exhibits several traits of the yamato nadeshiko trope which represents an idealized Japanese housewife. In the manga, she can be witnessed to have tendency toward biting sarcasm when responding to other characters, but this was mostly lost in the anime where she is the perpetually kind and calm woman who acts as a surrogate mother for her sisters and father.

She is one of the only characters without any hint of martial arts prowess or observable supernatural trait save in just how kind and patient she is.

What is the premise of Ranma 1/2?

Ranma 1/2 is about a teenaged martial artist named Ranma Saotome who has received a curse where they change gender when they get wet. Cold water turns them into a girl and hot water turns them into a boy. Through the machinations of his absolutely terrible father, Ranma has at least two fiancees: the daughter of his father's longtime friend and the friend he had as a child while they were starting their training trip.

Kasumi is the eldest of the friend's daughters and her youngest sister, Akane, is the usual fiancee of the agreement. The middle sister Nabiki has occasionally claimed the role as part of some scheme to her advantage. Ranma has another fiancee due to getting tangled up in the laws of another culture and has a fourth admirer in the form of a mentally ill rich girl. In addition Ranma's girl side is desired by the mentally ill brother of said rich girl. A long time rival of Ranma's has a crush on Akane, and a childhood acquaintance has a crush on the foreign girl pursuing Ranma.

The manga is a satire poking fun at the standard tropes of teenage romances as well as martial arts stories. It blows a lot of these things out of proportion. The anime loses a lot of the satire and mostly focuses on the immediate humor, romance subplots, and fight scenes directly. The success of Ranma is at least one reason for the emergence of the Harem genre where the convoluted romance subplots are done unironically.

What is Late Start?

Late Start is a fanfic I wrote to get myself back into writing a bit after some burnout. It is currently unfinished, but the premise was that instead of coming to the Tendou dojo at age 16, that Ranma instead doesn't learn about the Tendous or the marriage agreements until he's 20. And indeed, Akane and Ranma first meet at a martial arts tournament and hit it off.

The idea was to do the characters without a lot of the teenage confusion. Where they're on more equal footing power-wise, more mature, and have had more time to settle their own issues.

Among other things, each of the Tendou sisters has their own curse. Akane is bound up with a lightning spirit, Nabiki is a vampire, and Kasumi is an oni. While two of those are just made up, Kasumi really did spend some time during the manga and anime possessed by an oni. It operated by trying to draw out and feed on the evil of the people it possessed, and in Kasumi's case that meant doing things that would be considered cruel "pranks" but not nearly to the level of evil one would expect from an oni.

Spoiler for the fanfic necessary to understand the build:

In Late Start, when the oni tried to finally consume her she managed to fight back, but in the process she became an oni. She's convinced her family that she's human and the horns are just a remnant of the possession. However, she is in truth a being of darkness and chaos. Unlike the prior oni, however, compassion is at her core rather than cruelty. This kind of passes since her vampire sister Nabiki is largely just a civilian so not really anybody dangerous.

Kasumi has also joined the Templars (Secret World rather than Assassin's Creed) and secretly investigates and prevents occult disasters while telling her family she goes to a LARP society that copies the MMO "The Secret World" which includes the Templars, Illuminati, and Dragons (I think a made up secret society for the game). So, when Kasumi is not keeping the home, she's basically dressing like this and hunting bad guys. (pictures that follow are a screencap from City of Heroes: Homecoming, a commissioned piece of art by Silky Noire, and a screencap from Secret World Legends, the free-to-play version of the original MMO)

So... I'm going to go ahead and build a version of Late Start Kasumi for Scion as an Origin but give her a quick simulated shift to her visitation and a Hero when she joins the Templars. She's not going to have a Pantheon, instead having a Covenant with the Templars.

The Build

Step One: Concept

Kasumi Tendou is a human woman who turned the tables on a possessing entity that had sought to claim a physical body all of its own. She was willing to share, but the entity only played along with that until it felt strong enough to consume her. Along the way it taught her some conceptual magic. She failed to convince it to share, and she realized she couldn't keep both herself alive and prevent the transformation of her body, so she conceded the change and sneakily focused on being the sole survivor. Leaving her a physically embodied oni with a soul that still possesses primarily human experiences.

She draws sustenance from the friendliness and good will surrounding her as she refuses to take in hate, anger, or fear to sustain herself and risk becoming another evil. Eventually, she comes to the attention of the Templars and joins them. Since then she's been able to receive holy water and blessed rice and draws sustenance from the blessings imparted to the food.

Step Two: Paths

Primary Path: A Creature of Chaos and Compassion Skills: Occult, Subterfuge, Empathy

Secondary Path: Eldest Sister of the Tendou Family Skills: Culture, Integrity, Persuasion

Tertiary Path: Lost Two Battles to win the War Skills: Integrity, Occult, Subterfuge

Step Three: Skills

Based on the Paths and which we assigned as Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary. Primary skills get 3 dots, Secondary 2, Tertiary 1. Any skill that has 3 or higher gets a specialty. This by RAW is only at character creation, but we've generally played that getting to 3 comes with a free specialty as well, rather than making people pay for it.

Culture 2

Empathy 3 (Toxic Beliefs)

Integrity 3 (Kindness)

Occult 4 (Conceptual Magic)

Persuasion 2

Subterfuge 4 (Overlooked)

Step Four: Attributes

Kasumi's Favored approach is going to be Resilience. Primary will be social (6 dots), secondary Mental (3 dots), and tertiary Physical (2 dots). These each get one free dot, and the three Resilience attributes (Resolve, Composure, Stamina) get two free dots as the Favored approach.

Mental

Intellect 2

Cunning 3

Resolve 3

Physical

Might 2

Dexterity 2

Stamina 3

Social

Presence 3

Manipulation 4

Composure 4

Step Five: Calling and Knacks

At Origin she is going to have a single Calling typically if we were building her as a denizen she wouldn't get her Denizen trait and that's it. But we're building her as a scion with a Denizen origin. As for Pantheon... she's going to be a tutelary goddess. IE she's associated with a specific group of people rather than a pantheon. In this case the largely more benevolent version of the Templars that appears in the fanfic.

That said, I want to nod at her being both a denizen and a scion. So I'm giving her a Persistent Condition that causes her trouble. And I'm going to base this a bit on her hunger. She doesn't need food in the same way as humans do, but she still needs to feed.

Persistent Condition: Emotional Hunger: Kasumi must feed on the emotions and spirit of other beings. By preference she only feeds on kindness or other such emotions freely given to avoid taking more negative attitudes into herself. However, if isolated or among hostile beings for long, she may grow hungry and desperate. She can also feed on blessed food (such as holy water, blessed rice, or edible blessings) but it is possible to poison her with cursed food instead, possibly affecting her personality while digesting it. Add Momentum whenever her hunger causes her a problem.

I'm also giving her a second Persistent Condition. As these are a way to produce momentum at the "cost" of drama (oh no, something interesting happens), a second Persistent Condition is something you can only get with GM approval, but this is a theoretical, so let's go with it.

Persistent Condition: Oni Horns: Kasumi has oni horns. She can't hide them. They're always there. They're pointy. When they cause her trouble, add Momentum.

So, now, her Calling. Given the fact that she perceives the world as bundles of concepts and interacts solely on that level. Like she doesn't see with her eyes so much as she is aware of the concept of light and darkness or people walking through it. That feels very much like Sage. So that's what she's starting with. For her Knack, she's getting "Master of the World" to represent the already discussed perceptions.

Step Six: Finishing Touches

This is the end of the Origin character creation. So we do some figured characteristics.

Defense: relates to whichever Resilience attribute she is using to defend with and will thus be either 3 (Stamina or Resolve) or 4 (Composure)

Health: She has the basic Bruised, Injured, Maimed, and Taken Out health statuses. Due to having 3 Stamina, she has a second Bruised status.

And she gains the following:

Five Extra Skill dice: 1 to Empathy, 1 to Integrity, 1 to Culture, 1 to Persuasion, 1 to Athletics

One Extra Attribute die: to Presence

Either two more knacks or four points of Birthrights.

As she cannot use more than a single knack at the moment, but also I can't think of a particular birthright she has from the start. The prequel story I did of her implicated that she had to rebuild her place with her neighbors due to the horns, so the Cult feels like something that came later. Covenant feels like a Legend 1+ thing. Joining the Templars came later at her visitation. So, I'm giving her two more Sage knacks: Presence of Magic and Scent the Divine (available to all Scions) as further representations of how she perceives the world.

Tendou Kasumi - Possession Survivor

Primary Path: A Creature of Chaos and Compassion Skills: Occult, Subterfuge, Empathy

Secondary Path: Eldest Sister of the Tendou Family Skills: Culture, Integrity, Persuasion

Tertiary Path: Lost Two Battles to win the War Skills: Integrity, Occult, Subterfuge

Athletics 1

Culture 3 (Suburbs)

Empathy 4 (Toxic Concepts)

Integrity 4 (Kindness)

Occult 4 (Conceptual Magic)

Persuasion 3 (Gentle Nudge)

Subterfuge 4 (Overlooked)

Mental

Intellect 2

Cunning 3

Resolve 3

Physical

Might 2

Dexterity 2

Stamina 3

Social

Presence 4

Manipulation 4

Composure 4

Calling: Sage 1

General Knacks: Scent of the Divine

Sage Knacks: Master of the World, Presence of Magic

Now, on to Hero

Her visitation comes when she visits a Shinto shrine that is a front for the Templars and receives the invitation to join them. Her route toward that event did involve her instinctively closing a rift that something terrible was trying to slip in through, but mostly it was a social adventure. She spent a while making sure everyone in her neighborhood trusted her despite the clear oni horns on her head and working to break down some of the harmful traditions and concepts that had calcified around people in the area.

I'm going to say this was five sessions worth of game play and say she achieved:

Three short term deeds

One long term deed

One story milestone

Spent half or more the momentum pool five times

But no group experience rewards since it implies she didn't share her true nature with anybody and so I'm saying she did this solo.

Still that's 16 xp before reaching her visitation.

For the sake of humor, I'm going to say the Band deed was helping Nerima to become a healthier community and the Long-term deed was "face another supernatural creature". So she achieved her Band-term before the Long-term... which is a bit funny since Band-terms usually take longer.

Spending that Experience I'm doing the following:

Cult Birthright - 2 dots (10 experience)

Specialty - Empathy: Desires (3 experience)

Specialty - Integrity: Temptation (3 experience)

For the Cult Birthright I'm building it as follows:

Nerima Ward: Community

Light 2, Shadow: 1

Path Skills: Athletics, Culture, Occult (Nerima's a weird place y'all)

Tag: Temple (letting her get access easier to places around the neighborhood)

Responsibilities: Converse with residents and help their mental health.

Light Access Connection: Community center

Light Contact Connection: Shopkeepers

Shadow Contact Connection: The women of Nerima

Visitation

She gains the following from her visitation:

Two additional Callings and 4 Calling dots.

Additional Knacks up to 5 total. Plus any you gained from Finishing Touches. (So 7 total in this case)

Seven dots of birthrights

An Innate Purview

Assign Boons

Legend 1

Calling Keywords

Legendary Title

For her two additional Callings and Calling dots, I'm going with:

Liminal 1

Psychopomp 2

Sage 2

For the Knacks I'm going with (including Origin knacks):

General Knacks: Aura of Greatness (Empathy), Scent of the Divine

Liminal Knacks: Flatlander (to represent how she can bend the concepts of space time)

Psychopomp Knacks: Tending the Egg, This isn't Everything You Are (for how she recognizes where people have harmful preconceptions and tries to help them break past those.)

Sage Knacks: Presence of Magic, Master of the World

For the Seven Dots of Birthrights

Covenant 2 - Templars, Physical Representation: Hakuba Shrine, Enhancement two when dealing with Templars. Access to Covenant boons. Motif: Ancient Occult Knowledge

Relic 3 - Horns (Innate, Chaos and Darkness purviews) Motif: Whispers in to the Soul

Cult 2 - Templars (Conspiracy, Shadow 3, Mystery Society, Coven, Contact: Master Hakuba, Access: Hakuba Shrine)

Note these birthrights come with her first Motifs, these are the ways that Kasumi uses her purviews and magic. So, she can either apply the invocations and incantations taught to her by the Templars... or she can engage in intimate conversation where she encourages the other person to bare their soul.

For the Innate Purview

Passion (Compassion)

For Boons:

Chaos: Loosen Chains - Allows her to Imbue 1 Legend to clear a person's mind or soul from an unnatural corrupting influence. To make it permanent she must interrupt the source of the influence (by defeating the sorcerer, ghost, demon, talisman, etc) A possessing entity is forced out of the victim's body as long as this is sustained. (A variation of the Marvel to clear a Condition where she can imbue instead of spend Legend. Which means I had to make sustaining it necessary)

Passion Boon: Tugging at Heartstrings

Legend becomes one and now I am going to do Calling Keywords and her Legendary Title:

Liminal Keyward: Oni

Sage Keyword: Concept, Soul

Psychopomp: Guide, Kindness

And for her first Legendary Title: The Nerima Oni.

That gives us the following version of Kasumi as a newly recruited Templar agent of extreme potential. Now, the version of Kasumi that is in the fanfic is probably Legend 2 or 3, has learned to use a shotgun, has acquired a Mutation ability similar to a titanspawn, and is generally more powerful. But this would represent the start of her Templar career when she was more support than badass.

Tendou Kasumi - The Nerima Oni

Primary Path: A Creature of Chaos and Compassion Skills: Occult, Subterfuge, Empathy

Secondary Path: Eldest Sister of the Tendou Family Skills: Culture, Integrity, Persuasion

Tertiary Path: Lost Two Battles to win the War Skills: Integrity, Occult, Subterfuge

Legend 1

Title: The Nerima Oni

Keywords:

Liminal: Oni

Psychopomp: Guide, Kindness

Sage: Concept, Soul

Skills

Athletics 1

Culture 3 (Suburbs)

Empathy 4 (Toxic Concepts, Desires)

Integrity 4 (Kindness, Temptation)

Occult 4 (Conceptual Magic)

Persuasion 3 (Gentle Nudge)

Subterfuge 4 (Overlooked)

Attributes

Mental

Intellect 2

Cunning 3

Resolve 3

Physical

Might 2

Dexterity 2

Stamina 3

Social

Presence 4

Manipulation 4

Composure 4

Callings

Liminal 1

Psychopomp 2

Sage 2

Knacks

General Knacks: Aura of Greatness, Scent of the Divine

Liminal Knacks: Flatlander

Psychopomp Knacks: Tending the Egg, This isn't everything you are

Sage Knacks: Master of the World, Presence of Magic

Purviews

Covenant (Birthright)

Passion (Compasison) - Innate

Chaos (Horns Birthright)

Darkness (Horns Birthright)

Boons

Chaos Boons: Loosen Chains

Passion Boons: Tugging the Heart Strings

Birthrights

Nerima Ward - Cult 2

Foundation: Community

Tags: Temple

Light 2, Shadow 1

Light Contact Connection: Shopkeepers

Light Access Connection: Community Center

Shadow Contact Connection: The Women of Nerima

Templars - Covenant 2

Physical Representation of Oath: Hakuba Shrine

Enhancement +2 dealing with Templars

Access to Covenant Purview

Motif: Ancient Occult Knowledge

Templars - Cult 2

Foundation: Conspiracy

Tags: Mystery Society, Coven

Shadow 3

Shadow Access Connection: Hakuba Shrine

Shadow Contact Connection: Master Hakuba

Oni Horns - Relic 3

Part of her body

Motif: Whispers to the Soul

Chaos Purview

Darkness Purview

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I drew my OTP set in my Millennium AU! A massive doodle dump because I miss them so much,,,,

Luzaria and their kids Alois Elenor and Susanna Mergas having fun~~~

1. I just love drawing Ludis of this AU. In this AU his features change a bit; he loses his baby fat and his face becomes more mature and defined. Sooooo handsome, as Rozaria puts it lol

2. Even after 1000 years, Ludis and Rozaria still love PDA. They’re that couple that gives each other compliments and flirts all the time. Oh my~

3. Rozaria of this AU! She doesn’t change much except for her hairstyle. Also switches glasses for monocles cuz you know fashion.

4. Ludis showing off his son, like he does everyday loll

Ludis: “Hey! Come look at my son! Isn’t he just so handsome?! And he works out! He’s only a few hundred years old and he’s already so much taller than me, haha”

“Father….” (/////)

5. Susanna fullbody and a couple silly expressions~~ Her messy wavy hair is SUPER long. It goes till her knees.

6. Just Susa smothering her brother in affection like she does every single day.

Susanna: “Brooootheeerrr!!!! I haven’t seen you in an hour!!! I miss you so much~~~~I love you the most!!!!” (Leaps)

Alois: “?!” (Here it comes again) (she really likes me) (I’m so happy)

7. Susa asks for some fun!

Susanna: (jumps on her brother from behind) “Hey! Play with me! Let’s do that thing again where you run suuuuuper fast! Come on—!”

Alois: (nods) (starts sprinting)

Susanna: “woohoooooooo!!!!”

8. Young Alois! Bringing a candle to his father’s office. Btw he doesn’t switch to his fur coat outfit until he’s 200

9. Alois except… you can see his eyes??!! He usually hides his eyes because he’s shy and doesn’t really like to make eye contact with others. But very very rarely you miiiight see one of them. Karias once tried to tease Alois and attempted to brush Alois’ bangs to the side to see his eyes and got turned into a frog (he turned back after a few days, Elenor spells are no joke lol)

10. You might notice that in this AU, Rozaria doesn’t wear her signature necklace! That’s because she gives it to her daughter Susa, who wears it (usually not visible because she keeps it under her collar)

Susanna: “Mother? What are you doing?”

Rozaria: “Susa, starting from today, you will be the owner of this necklace.”

Susanna: *gasp* “Really??! Isn’t this the necklace you always wear, the one that grandmother gave you? Can I really have it??”

Rozaria: “Of course, my sweet daughter~~”